"Tomorrow becomes today, but never without the trace of yesterday's sorrows," murmured Mia. It was early in the morning and no one was awake. She looked out the window and watched the street. Keya's bed was empty. She'd taken off last night. She herself looked terrible. Pale faced, hair yet to be brushed, empty eyes. Her arm was grazed with several new scratches. Scissors lay beside her. Pain to keep pain away.
Last night, she'd eventually fallen asleep after ceasing her tears. She'd allowed herself to be rocked to sleep by Gary, who still lay in the same position she'd left him in. She felt tired and weak, as if all her strength had been drained from her. Still she lay by the window watching, waiting, and anticipating. Her target had stepped into the building.
Mia looked around. Misty slept in peace for a change, her grip on her sheets were less tight than usual. The boys all looked like they weren't having much of a sleep at all. She wouldn't be surprised if they woke up more tired than before they slept. Slowly and half-staggering, she made her way to where her brother slept and knelt besides his bed. She stared at him for a moment, watching as he struggled in his sleep. What happened to her brother? He was once so pure, so innocent. Until he came back... until he was forced into being someone he wasn't. He should have stayed away from home longer.
Without any warning, Ash kicked out and thrashed at his sheets, accidentally hitting his sister. Mia gave a gasp of surprise and fell to the ground, but made no other move that might prove she was in pain. Taking a deep breath, she got up slowly and sat back on the windowsill, this time, watching the door.
"Want a drink?" asked Keya lazily, a bottle of wine clutched in her hand. "Sure," slurred back the guy next to her. He was well tanned with black hair flopped lazily over his green eyes. He eyed her and nodded. She smiled back drunkenly and poured the remnants over her body, "Then come and get it," she slurred with a tipsy laugh. He advanced on her, nearly slipping as the bed sheets slid under his hands ((I won't go into further detail or I'll make myself even more ill)).
Stepping out into the cold, Keya strode out back to the hotel, the cold air almost instantly sobering her mood. She clung to her thin jacket, swearing and cursing the wind as she pushed her way forward. The hotel now towered above her and she made her way as quickly as possible to its sliding doors. Once inside, she took the opportunity to slow down and gracefully make her way to the elevators, slowly letting her jacket slide off her shoulders. She gave a sly, flirtatious glance at the guy inside who glanced at her net top over her black bra and short red skirt. "Hi," he said, leaning against the wall of the elevator. "Cut the talking already," purred Keya, walking up close. The elevator door closed.
Keya made her way into the room, throwing the door open carelessly. She was surprised to see Mia already awake and staring at her as if expecting her to come home. No one had ever done that. No one had ever waited for her to come home. No one; not even her parents. She stared, shocked at the revelation. Mia gave a nod of her head, "Keya," she said curtly yet softly. Keya nodded back and turned to go to the bathroom, a picture of her brother forming in her mind. No, she wasn't going to let some little girl get to her, her brother had taught her better than to have a conscience, much better. She shuddered at the thought.
Meanwhile, the others were beginning to stir. Brock normally got up earliest to make them breakfast. Startled that Mia was already up, he smiled at her. "You ok?" he asked gently. Mia looked at him with blank eyes, but nodded and Brock left it at that. He got up and began to walk around, tidying things. Mia just sat and stared, not offering to help, knowing she'd only be in the way. Brock, however, didn't mind. He was used to it.
When Misty finally got up, so did the rest of the room. The first thing she did was squeal, "Oh my gosh! I'm meeting Jack again this afternoon!" and rush into the bathroom to get ready. Ash cursed silently under his breath but said no more. Gary, forced to wake up, stretched lazily in a position even a cat would find difficult to do. Beside him, Umbreon and Espeon woke up as well. Her cute little Espeon leapt onto her lap and lay back down to continue its nap. She stroked it lovingly and eyed her brother and pikachu. Sparks were flying and Ash was down. The others sighed. It was going to be one of those mornings.
Pikachu had beaten Ash 10 to nil, Keya and Brock were arguing and Gary finally woke up before Misty came out of the bathroom. The room fell silent, even Gary stopped halfway through his yawn. "I'll be back later tonight, bye!" she called out, flouncing towards the door. "Where are you going?" asked Mia in a smooth, soft, even voice. Misty turned to look at her, "To my date, where else?" she asked with a laugh. It seemed silky and smooth, barely a trace of uncertainty, but the slither, which it held, was all that Mia needed, but she didn't press the topic yet. "Isn't it at noon?" she queried. Misty became slightly fidgety, but remained poised, "Can't a girl brush up first?" she answered back and walked out before she could be asked anymore questions. A silence swept the room. "Breakfast?" asked Brock casually. Ash didn't move and remained where he was, Pikachu attempting to cheer up its master. Gary took two plates and handed one to Mia. No one touched their plate of food.
"I'm going," announced Keya, uncomfortable with the situation. "Where? Off to work as a skank again?" sneered Brock, the bitterness evident in his voice. Keya glared at him, "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" she yelled and slammed the door behind her. "I think we'd better stay here for a while," said Mia, just above a whisper, "I don't think I can travel in this condition." She didn't need to prove it, her appearance told all. Her face was pallid and there were slight circles under her eyes. Her hair seemed limp and her whole being seemed frail. No one spoke, but everyone knew they didn't have any other option but stay, considering all that had happened, even excluding Mia's health issue.
Brock left soon after Keya, muttering something about fresh air. Gary eventually slipped away as well; he couldn't stand being cooped up in the same place for too long unless he was sleeping. Ash and Mia stayed where they were, not talking. Ash's head was down and he sat at the small coffee table in the room. Mia sat by the windowsill, looking out into the street. It wasn't very sunny that day. In fact, it was very cold. So cold it looked like it might snow. Or not...
"The weather changes just as a person's emotions can," Mia said softly. Ash looked up at his sister. She noticed this but didn't turn to face him, "The clouds may hide the stars and the sun, but it can never destroy them," she continued. Ash looked back down. He didn't want to hear it, especiall not from his sister. "Though the sun and stars may never die, the clouds come and go. No matter how many times they disappear, they will come back in different forms. Always changing... But the sun and stars are still there in the end. Still there if you have the heart to wait for them to come out," murmured Mia.
Ash looked at her again, this time she was looking back. "The clouds will come and they will go, but you must have the patience to wait for the sun and stars to appear again," she repeated, "Sometimes you must have patience and not expect everything to return to the way they were straight away." Ash smiled, "Thanks Mia," he said, hugging her lightly before going out as well. Mia tilted her head at the closing door and smiled slightly, but it dropped almost instantly. To put it simply, Ash was going to wait a long time for the damage done by the hurricane before anything could return to normal, and Ash held little patience.
Misty glanced around the shopping centre nervously, it had been a while since she'd had to impress a guy. She'd gone into one of her favourite shops only to come out empty handed. She had a feeling Jack wouldn't be impressed with a long, flowing dress. He seemed almost... dangerous. It was apart of what made him irresistible. Her eyes flicked around the mall until she saw a shop that may contain what she was looking for. She licked her lips nervously and entered the same shop Keya had gone to previously.
Keya had stormed out of the room and into the shopping mall. She knew instantly that this was a wrong decision. "Where're ya goin' sis?" came a drawl from behind her. She turned slowly and carefully in her heels to see her brother walk out of a store from behind. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with the top half of the buttons undone. She stared at him, turning into stone. He smirked and continued, "I'm gonna be having fun with Misty tonight, wanna join us?" She glared at him, "Yeah right. You never make a move straight away," she said in a failed attempt at courage. Her brother continued to smirk, "She seems good enough, might make an exception with her." Keya leapt at her brother but he side stepped and caught her in his arms. She froze. "Remember," he whispered into her ear, "You'll always be mine." He dropped her and she fell to her knees. Jack backed away with an evil grin, "I'll be seeing ya," he said with a casual wave as if dismissing her, and left.
Brock and Gary were walking together, heads down. No one spoke a word to the other. Finally Brock looked up. "What's it to you anyway? Why are you so darn upset? Mia's perfectly fine," he said in a bitter voice. Gary looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, "What's it to you Keya's off whoring somewhere?" he shot back. Brock blushed and turned away, "It doesn't," he muttered. "Oh?" said Gary with a hint of confidence. Brock turned and glared at him, "Look," he shouted, "I'm not worried about that bitch, ok? I'm just worried about... about Ash and Misty!" One glance at Gary's disbelieving look was all it took. Brock sighed, "Look, whatever, ok? Just leave it." Gary nodded and looked ahead as they entered the mall. Eyes widening, he shoved Brock into the nearest store, following after him. Brock turned to him in annoyance, "What the fuck was that..." he trailed off when Gary signed for him to shut up and look. He saw Jack drop Keya and walk past with an arrogant smirk on his face. Brock whole face seemed to fire up as he attempted to get out of the store. Gary attempted to hold him back bet he could, struggling with the strength of the older teen. "Brock!" he said through gritted teeth, "What about Keya?" Brock hesitated for a moment, glancing at the door Jack had just gone through and Keya, still on the floor, stumbling at each attempt to get up. He rushed to Keya's side and helped her up, leaving Gary attempting to flex his sore arms.
((Kk, I just finished this chappy. Sorry about the delay! Oh, and Melinda? Call me Van in your reviews again and I will murder you when we get back to school, got it?))
Last night, she'd eventually fallen asleep after ceasing her tears. She'd allowed herself to be rocked to sleep by Gary, who still lay in the same position she'd left him in. She felt tired and weak, as if all her strength had been drained from her. Still she lay by the window watching, waiting, and anticipating. Her target had stepped into the building.
Mia looked around. Misty slept in peace for a change, her grip on her sheets were less tight than usual. The boys all looked like they weren't having much of a sleep at all. She wouldn't be surprised if they woke up more tired than before they slept. Slowly and half-staggering, she made her way to where her brother slept and knelt besides his bed. She stared at him for a moment, watching as he struggled in his sleep. What happened to her brother? He was once so pure, so innocent. Until he came back... until he was forced into being someone he wasn't. He should have stayed away from home longer.
Without any warning, Ash kicked out and thrashed at his sheets, accidentally hitting his sister. Mia gave a gasp of surprise and fell to the ground, but made no other move that might prove she was in pain. Taking a deep breath, she got up slowly and sat back on the windowsill, this time, watching the door.
"Want a drink?" asked Keya lazily, a bottle of wine clutched in her hand. "Sure," slurred back the guy next to her. He was well tanned with black hair flopped lazily over his green eyes. He eyed her and nodded. She smiled back drunkenly and poured the remnants over her body, "Then come and get it," she slurred with a tipsy laugh. He advanced on her, nearly slipping as the bed sheets slid under his hands ((I won't go into further detail or I'll make myself even more ill)).
Stepping out into the cold, Keya strode out back to the hotel, the cold air almost instantly sobering her mood. She clung to her thin jacket, swearing and cursing the wind as she pushed her way forward. The hotel now towered above her and she made her way as quickly as possible to its sliding doors. Once inside, she took the opportunity to slow down and gracefully make her way to the elevators, slowly letting her jacket slide off her shoulders. She gave a sly, flirtatious glance at the guy inside who glanced at her net top over her black bra and short red skirt. "Hi," he said, leaning against the wall of the elevator. "Cut the talking already," purred Keya, walking up close. The elevator door closed.
Keya made her way into the room, throwing the door open carelessly. She was surprised to see Mia already awake and staring at her as if expecting her to come home. No one had ever done that. No one had ever waited for her to come home. No one; not even her parents. She stared, shocked at the revelation. Mia gave a nod of her head, "Keya," she said curtly yet softly. Keya nodded back and turned to go to the bathroom, a picture of her brother forming in her mind. No, she wasn't going to let some little girl get to her, her brother had taught her better than to have a conscience, much better. She shuddered at the thought.
Meanwhile, the others were beginning to stir. Brock normally got up earliest to make them breakfast. Startled that Mia was already up, he smiled at her. "You ok?" he asked gently. Mia looked at him with blank eyes, but nodded and Brock left it at that. He got up and began to walk around, tidying things. Mia just sat and stared, not offering to help, knowing she'd only be in the way. Brock, however, didn't mind. He was used to it.
When Misty finally got up, so did the rest of the room. The first thing she did was squeal, "Oh my gosh! I'm meeting Jack again this afternoon!" and rush into the bathroom to get ready. Ash cursed silently under his breath but said no more. Gary, forced to wake up, stretched lazily in a position even a cat would find difficult to do. Beside him, Umbreon and Espeon woke up as well. Her cute little Espeon leapt onto her lap and lay back down to continue its nap. She stroked it lovingly and eyed her brother and pikachu. Sparks were flying and Ash was down. The others sighed. It was going to be one of those mornings.
Pikachu had beaten Ash 10 to nil, Keya and Brock were arguing and Gary finally woke up before Misty came out of the bathroom. The room fell silent, even Gary stopped halfway through his yawn. "I'll be back later tonight, bye!" she called out, flouncing towards the door. "Where are you going?" asked Mia in a smooth, soft, even voice. Misty turned to look at her, "To my date, where else?" she asked with a laugh. It seemed silky and smooth, barely a trace of uncertainty, but the slither, which it held, was all that Mia needed, but she didn't press the topic yet. "Isn't it at noon?" she queried. Misty became slightly fidgety, but remained poised, "Can't a girl brush up first?" she answered back and walked out before she could be asked anymore questions. A silence swept the room. "Breakfast?" asked Brock casually. Ash didn't move and remained where he was, Pikachu attempting to cheer up its master. Gary took two plates and handed one to Mia. No one touched their plate of food.
"I'm going," announced Keya, uncomfortable with the situation. "Where? Off to work as a skank again?" sneered Brock, the bitterness evident in his voice. Keya glared at him, "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" she yelled and slammed the door behind her. "I think we'd better stay here for a while," said Mia, just above a whisper, "I don't think I can travel in this condition." She didn't need to prove it, her appearance told all. Her face was pallid and there were slight circles under her eyes. Her hair seemed limp and her whole being seemed frail. No one spoke, but everyone knew they didn't have any other option but stay, considering all that had happened, even excluding Mia's health issue.
Brock left soon after Keya, muttering something about fresh air. Gary eventually slipped away as well; he couldn't stand being cooped up in the same place for too long unless he was sleeping. Ash and Mia stayed where they were, not talking. Ash's head was down and he sat at the small coffee table in the room. Mia sat by the windowsill, looking out into the street. It wasn't very sunny that day. In fact, it was very cold. So cold it looked like it might snow. Or not...
"The weather changes just as a person's emotions can," Mia said softly. Ash looked up at his sister. She noticed this but didn't turn to face him, "The clouds may hide the stars and the sun, but it can never destroy them," she continued. Ash looked back down. He didn't want to hear it, especiall not from his sister. "Though the sun and stars may never die, the clouds come and go. No matter how many times they disappear, they will come back in different forms. Always changing... But the sun and stars are still there in the end. Still there if you have the heart to wait for them to come out," murmured Mia.
Ash looked at her again, this time she was looking back. "The clouds will come and they will go, but you must have the patience to wait for the sun and stars to appear again," she repeated, "Sometimes you must have patience and not expect everything to return to the way they were straight away." Ash smiled, "Thanks Mia," he said, hugging her lightly before going out as well. Mia tilted her head at the closing door and smiled slightly, but it dropped almost instantly. To put it simply, Ash was going to wait a long time for the damage done by the hurricane before anything could return to normal, and Ash held little patience.
Misty glanced around the shopping centre nervously, it had been a while since she'd had to impress a guy. She'd gone into one of her favourite shops only to come out empty handed. She had a feeling Jack wouldn't be impressed with a long, flowing dress. He seemed almost... dangerous. It was apart of what made him irresistible. Her eyes flicked around the mall until she saw a shop that may contain what she was looking for. She licked her lips nervously and entered the same shop Keya had gone to previously.
Keya had stormed out of the room and into the shopping mall. She knew instantly that this was a wrong decision. "Where're ya goin' sis?" came a drawl from behind her. She turned slowly and carefully in her heels to see her brother walk out of a store from behind. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with the top half of the buttons undone. She stared at him, turning into stone. He smirked and continued, "I'm gonna be having fun with Misty tonight, wanna join us?" She glared at him, "Yeah right. You never make a move straight away," she said in a failed attempt at courage. Her brother continued to smirk, "She seems good enough, might make an exception with her." Keya leapt at her brother but he side stepped and caught her in his arms. She froze. "Remember," he whispered into her ear, "You'll always be mine." He dropped her and she fell to her knees. Jack backed away with an evil grin, "I'll be seeing ya," he said with a casual wave as if dismissing her, and left.
Brock and Gary were walking together, heads down. No one spoke a word to the other. Finally Brock looked up. "What's it to you anyway? Why are you so darn upset? Mia's perfectly fine," he said in a bitter voice. Gary looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, "What's it to you Keya's off whoring somewhere?" he shot back. Brock blushed and turned away, "It doesn't," he muttered. "Oh?" said Gary with a hint of confidence. Brock turned and glared at him, "Look," he shouted, "I'm not worried about that bitch, ok? I'm just worried about... about Ash and Misty!" One glance at Gary's disbelieving look was all it took. Brock sighed, "Look, whatever, ok? Just leave it." Gary nodded and looked ahead as they entered the mall. Eyes widening, he shoved Brock into the nearest store, following after him. Brock turned to him in annoyance, "What the fuck was that..." he trailed off when Gary signed for him to shut up and look. He saw Jack drop Keya and walk past with an arrogant smirk on his face. Brock whole face seemed to fire up as he attempted to get out of the store. Gary attempted to hold him back bet he could, struggling with the strength of the older teen. "Brock!" he said through gritted teeth, "What about Keya?" Brock hesitated for a moment, glancing at the door Jack had just gone through and Keya, still on the floor, stumbling at each attempt to get up. He rushed to Keya's side and helped her up, leaving Gary attempting to flex his sore arms.
((Kk, I just finished this chappy. Sorry about the delay! Oh, and Melinda? Call me Van in your reviews again and I will murder you when we get back to school, got it?))