chibi hotaru hakaishimashita:Yeh i know it's diffrent but hay i like diffrent!
Nettlez:Well...Kitty is not a lesbian but im not sure about Rogue yet. She just has an obbsession over Kitty. She wants to be Kitty and can't stand anyone even talking to her. She's kinda like a stalker but she doesn't follow her around just well...obbsesses over her. I know most best friends aren't that close god know me and mine aren't but it's mainly Rogue and Kitty just goes along with it even though she does love Rogue but in a best friend way. Kitty may act a tiny bit lesbian in this one but she's not. Rogue seems to come off more lesbian in this chapter again. But in final answer. Kitty, no Rogue, maybe.
me ():Nice name. Anyway...thanks for the review and i do think it is a intresting look at there relationship also. I mean you would have never guess Agasty Rogue was obbssessed over the happy vally girl would you? No i think not!
sheisbeautiful-sheisnotme:As i said to my first reviewer yeh its diffrent but i like diffrent. And she was rather obbsessive wasn't she? Well more obbsessevness of Rogue in this chapter!
Princess SimbiAni Dreamz a'Luv:Basically the pencil part is like a way of Rogue expressing her anger in a non-suicidal way but still making Kitty feel bad. Actually my friend did it to me once. I will not say which one but she thought she was loosing me so she stabbed herself in the arm in the middle of math. Thank you for reviewing and oh by the way im not even sure where i'm gonna take this yet. Lol.
thegambit23:You are the second person to say best friends aren't that close and ask if they're lesbians so look at Nettlez shout out. Thank you for the review. And i know it was weird but i hay, not only am i weird i'm gifted too!
Chapter 2 ROGUE
Kitty had hers done first.She
wanted it done of the small of her back. She wanted to cover it with
clothes, but i didn't care. The tattoo would be there even if no one
would see it. Kitty undressed shyly, folding her pink cardigin and
yellow t-shirt then handing it to me. Then she climed onto the table,
where the tattoo guy told her to lay flat on her stomach. She balled
her hands up into fists and closed her eyes. I looked at the pretty,
smooth skin on her back, the thin pink strap of her cotton bra. I was
so proud of my best friend.
"Ready, aim, fire." The tattoo guy said.
I
wish he didn't have to touch Kitty. He was the ugliest man i had ever
seen. He wore a red bandanna over his bald head and had a red dragon up
his right arm and wore a black leather vest. He said it was illegal to
work on under 18s and charged me double for Kittys tattoo. I didn't
care though. It was money. Nothing could stop me from getting my best
friend her tattoo.
The tattoo gun made a loud steady buzz; a tiny
drip of blood bubbled on Kittys back. I had now idea there would be
blood. The tattoo guy wiped it off with a clean white cloth and kept
working. My legs started to shake.
"Does it hurt?" I asked petting Kittys soft brown hair. "Does it?"
She
didn't say anything, just shook her head. She kept her eyes closed.
There were beads of sweat on her smooth forhead. The tattoo guy hummed
to himself while he worked. He kept wiping off her back with the cloth
now stained pink and red. As he started on the last letter of my name,
i could see the R O G and the U inside a curvy red scab that bubbled on
her perfect back.
"Done." He said.
He smeared Vaseline on her back.
"Not
so like, bad," Kitty said with a small, fake smile. She sat up slowly,
looked at me for a long time before she hopped off the table.
"It looks amazing," I said.
Kitty
shrugged. She reached for her t-shirt and cardigin but the tattoo guy
told her to let the skin breath. She crossed her arms over her chest.
The tattoo looked horrible. Kittys smooth skin was puffy and red, and pink die oozed from the letters.
"It really looks amazing," I lied again.
The tattoo guy snorted. "Friend number two." He said. "Get your butt on the table"
I
took my green mesh top off and looked at my beautiful best friend as if
it was the last time. It was crazy how much i loved looking at Kitty.
It felt sort of creepy to be standing in my jeans and bra in the back
room of a tattoo parlor. A disgusting man was about to touch my skin. I
was happy he had latex gloves on. Kitty had made sure he had for her
saying it was for hygenic reasons but they way she looked at me. I
could tell that it was for me. She always did things for me.
"I'm
ready," I said scared. I was scared. I wondered why Kitty wasn't
scared. She was usually the delicate one. The one that you felt you
would break if you held her the wronge way.
The tattoo guy put his cigarette in the ashtray.
"La-de-freeking-da,"
he said. He wasn't in awe of Kitty like most people were. I wanted
Kitty to hold my hand, but she opened her book bag, and pulled out her
fancy comb.
"Ow!" I said. My eyes started to tear with the first prick of the gun. "Ow this hurts. You didn't tell me."
Kitty
sat on the plastic bench combing her perfect hair, while the pain kept
on coming. I couldn't see her. I looked straight ahead to the sample
sheets of tattoo designs pinned against the wall. Bugs Bunny, Daffy
Duck, Betty Boop, a bald eagle. I couldn't see what was happening, but
i know from watching Kitty get hers done. I could picture the blood
bubbles on my back.
"What letter are you on?" I cried. "Tell me,"
"K," the tattoo guy said. "I just started for fuck's sake. Stay quiet so i can concentrate on my work."
"Drama queen," Kitty said from her chair. "I didn't like, cry, i didn't complain. Like, suck it up Rogue."
I tried to be quiet, but my whole body started to shake. I could feel the tattoo gun jump off my back.
"Yo, hot girl," the tattoo guy said calling out to Kitty. "I need your help hear,"
Kitty came to me. She held my shoulders down onto the table so i wouldn't ruin my tattoo.
"I should never work on back street deals." the tattoo guy said. "Knock it off so i can finish the damn thing."
"Can't you like, suffer a little?" Kitty said.
"No," I replide. "It hurts to much."
"The back is pratically the worst place for this," the tattoo guy said. "Less body fat that any other part,"
Kitty
had acted like it was nothing. She'd lain on the table quiet and calm,
as if there wasn't a creepy old guy with a gun shooting pain into her
beautiful, perfect back.
"What letter?" I said, i was pratically screaming. "What letter?"
"The second T," Kitty said. She held my shoulders. "This was totally your idea so stop screaming babe"
My
back felt like it was on fire. The guy dabbed at my skin with his
cloth. He was cleaning up my blood with that dirty cloth. I leaned over
the table and threw up on the tattoo parlor floor.
"Never again do i tattoo a freakin' first timer back street ways." He snarled. "Fucking god dammit"
Kitty
stepped away from me. I couldn't see her, i was looking at the vomit,
but i knew how she must feel. We were half naked, huddled in the back
of a tattoo parlor at a seedy strip mall, being cursed by a foul, ugly,
disgusting, horribal man. I hated the tattoo man. I hated him like
crazy.
"If you want me to finish one of you better clean up that puke,"
It's like, ok." Kitty said. "I'll do it"
Kitty
kissed the top of my head. She found a mop and cleaned up my vomit
while the tattoo guy finished up. I was greatful Kitty had kissed my
head. She loved me. She did. We loved each other. Now we would be
strong. I certianly would not vomit again. I had a purpose; the tattoo
guy could never hurt us. I'd kill him before i'd let him hurt Kitty.
Innocent, sweet, perfect Kitty. I'd ram his tattoo gun up his ass. I'd
spend my life in jail to protected my best friend. My other half.
I
suffered the next letter in perfect silence. I spelt the word 'fuck' in
my head. F U C K F U C K F U C K. Kitty would never even think of the
word 'fuck'. She was a great speller. She had won spelling bees, but
she never cursed.
"Done," he said. I could feel him smearing cold Vaseline on my back. "Now get the fuck of my table."
"Wow!" I said sitting up. "Wow wow wowQ"
I
felt giddy, gleeful, bursting with happiness. We had done it. Now we
would always be together. She was part of me. KITTY and ROUGE tattooed
on our backs.
"This must be what shock treatment feels like," I
said. "This must be what it feels like when they shock you in a mental
hospital, the zap wakes you up!"
"You have to be so like, dramatic," Kitty said. "Lets get dressed,"
"Lets look!" I said. "Lets see!"
I jumped of the table. The pain was already going away, fading, something to be forgotten. The room smelled of vomit.
The
tattoo guy gave us each a mirror. We gazed at our back the way you
would, after a hair cut, look at the back of your head using the small
mirror to look into the large one. The skin was inflamed, greasy with
Vaseline, and Kitty's tattoo was crusted with blood.
"It's not really like, pink," Kitty said cocking her head to one side.
"It
will be," the tattoo guy replied. "Once the inflammation goes down.
Make sure you don't scratch. Or let the skin go dry. You gotta keep it
moist for a few days. Hold still i'm going to cover them up."
We stood there silent as the tattoo guy put square bandages on our backs.
"I love you," I said to Kitty.
From the mirror i could see the tattoo guy smirk.
Kitty reached for her yellow t-shirt and pulled it over her head, covering her beautiful tattoo.
"We're like, best friends," She sighed. "You gon't have to say that. Its a like, understood fact"
"A given," I said.
"A total given." Kitty nodded.
The
tattoo guy was till smirking. I wanted to punch him, hurt him. He had
no right to make fun of our feelings for each other. He was nothing, a
nobody. No one loved him the way I loved Kitty.
"What do you know?"
I turned to him. "You're a pervert, a creep, the local pedophile. You
give tattoos to girls in your back room so you can leer at them in
their underwear! My mother is a lawyer!" I lied. "My father is a
lawyer," I lied again. "They'll put you in jail and melt the key! How
do you like that idea? Does that make you smirk?"
His mouth dropped open. "Hey calm down kid,"
Kitty thrust my mesh top into my hand.
"Get
dressed," she said. But i didn't want to go. I felt good. I didn't want
to cover my tattoo. We, had suffered. Kitty and Rogue. Together.
"I bet you violate health codes!" I yelled.
"Come on Rogue," Kitty said. "Stop screaming, you know that you like, give me a head ache,"
The tattoo guy picked up his cigarette, but didn't bring it to his lips. He just stared at me confused.
"You're all done hear."
"I'll scream rape you ugly bastard," I said. "You'll get 30 years. You'll get life in the penitentiary"
I
could feel the rush of colour in my cheeks. I felt great, really great.
I'd get the tattoo guy. I'd ruin his life then i'd go after his
familly. Kitty tugged on the loops of my skirt.
"We have to like,
go," She said. Good sweet Kitty. Always avoiding a fight. Never wanting
to hurt people, to break things. She was turning into a
Goody-Two-Shoes, studying for tests and doing peoples laundry. I had no
idea why i had turned out so badly.
I gently touched the place on her back beneath her t-shirt and cardigin where our new tattoo lay. My name. Kitty flinched.
I pointed my finger at the tattoo guy. "You want to go to jail?" I said.
He
had backed away from us, moving all the way to the opposite corner of
the small room. His hands were shaking. I had him scared.
"The federal penitentiary," I said.
I
put of my mesh shirt, grabbed Kittys hand, and we ran out the door.
Outside, it was bright daylight. We were back in the cool spring air.
"We did it!" I said, hugging Kitty as hard as i could avoiding skin contact. "We did it, we did it, we did it!"
Kitty pulled away.
"That hurts," She said.
"We did it. We're marked forever. Forever and always"
Kitty shrugged.
When
the scabs healed, the tattoos would be perfect. We would always be part
of each other, our names inscribed on each others skin. But Kitty
seemed sad. She kicked a pebble down the sidewalk as we walked back to
the mansion. Why wasn't she happy? I put my hands in my pockets and
walked ahead of her. My tattoo had started to itch but i wouldn't
scratch. We walked this was, one block then another till the houses and
lawns got bigger and nicer, and were almost home. I turned the corner
and saw the mansion. I was walking alone, when Kitty suddenly bounded
forward, wrapping her arms around me from behind.
"Okay," She said,
her breath warm and sweet on my ear. "The tattoos are like totally
cool. Or they will be cool, after they like heal,"
"They will be so cool," I nodded.
"You're my like, friend," She said.
"I am your best friend," I said. "I am a part of you"
Kitty
kissed my hair behind my ear on my hair. I loved it when she kissed my
hair or head. He lips where like butterflys. Light and soft with a
firmness that couldn't hurt anyone but still made you feel her strength.
I
dragged Kitty the rest of the way home, her arms around my neck, her
legs heavy like mud. I loved my birthday, i loved Kitty and i didn't
want anything else.
R&R my prettys! Don't make me get my flying monkeys