¤¥¤•°¤-Because I'm Broken-¤°•¤¥¤
Chapter Fourteen:
¤¥¤•°¤-What To Do-¤°•¤¥¤
°ஐ•°ஐￃ-Written By: Allizaya-ￃ°ஐ•°ஐ
Claimer:(Just to name a few) Jubilee, Yasashuki, Head Mistress, Kiya, Simara, Katara, Yumi, Ms. Harris
A/N: Yup, a new chappie just for you kitties. Well, enough jabber, I'll get started! i know, and thank you all so much for your support! You guys rock!
¤¥¤•°¤-What To Do-¤°•¤¥¤
Ayame walked down the bussy streets of Tokyo. Sipping her cappuccino and thinking about when the days end. She took another long sip before realising where she was. She smiled down at Simara and handed her her own cappuccino. Starbucks. Their favorite. The two girls had finished their shifts which had switched to being earlier. They began to walk toward the school campus. Ayame dozzed off again into her own world before she was snapped out by a fimilure voice. "I'm sorry what?" She said drinking some more of her light colored cappuccino.
"Wow, you keep seeming out of it. Are you okay?" Simara asked as she threw away the small remains of her drink. She looked back at Ayame before they crossed the street.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking." Ayame said, leaving out little details.
Simara let out a smal short laugh. More like a chuckle. "I see, still hung over from someone?" Simara clued, Ayame's eyes widened and she knew she struck a nerve in her.
"What do you mean?" Ayame said, playing dumb. She threw her empty Starbucks cup away in a street trashcan.
"You know what I mean. I know you got with my brother the night of the party." Simara admitted. Simara smiled. "I think it's sweet."
"Kami, does like everyone know? I bet they all think I'm a slut too." Ayame began to play with her hands to keep herself occupied.
"Not everyone. Plus who cares what they think. If they have nothing more to do than to talk about someone else's life then that's just sad." Simara reassured. "Anyways, you're together right?"
"What?"
"You're together? You and my brother?" They both began to walk slower now that their babling became more interesting.
"Um...I don't even know if he can answer that." Ayame admitted. She felt awful. Not only was she talking to the guy who took her virginity's sister, but she could never even answer her correctly. She didn't know what to say. Were her and Kouga together or not? That was the question that left her thinking.
"Wait, you guys fucked and you don't even know if your a couple?" Simara asked suprised. "Didn't you talk in the morning?"
"Um...actually...I kinda just...left. I mean I couldn't face him after al that."
"What?" Simara wore a small smilling knowing that this was so much more interesting than sitting in her dorm room with her gothic room mate who mocked everything and everyone she saw. This was the story of her life time.
"I know, I know," Ayame cried in a kinda way that made her crack a smile. "I'm a horrible idiot. But I just couldn't face him. I mean, that's me."
Simara laughed.
"Aren't you mad at me or something? I'm spilling my guts and all you can do is laugh in my face while i'm having a crisis here." Ayame sounded more like a teenager with raging hormones now.
"I'm sorry, I know. I mean, I guess it was kinda mean, but he wasn't complaing this morning on the phone about it. Look, don't worry. There are tons of girls in this world who have left their...um...well whatevers lying in the grass. I did it once."
"Really?" Ayame's eyes had hope in them.
"Well, we never saw eachother again, but that's not the point."
Ayame's eyes went dull. "That helps me so much." She whinned sarcasticly.
"Why don't you guys just talk?" Simara asked. She pulled a pack of Orbit Bubble Gum flavored gum out of her pocket. She un wrapped a peice and nudged the pack toward Ayame, offerening her one. She watched Ayame get a peice out and took the pack back. She watched as Ayame unwrapped the gum and chew of half. Then she wrapped the other half, saving it for later. "Any ways, you should talk. I mean, it's not like it's the end of the world."
Ayame groaned. "What did he say on the phone? I mean, nothing too personal just about us?"
"Mmm," Simara hummed thinking back to that very morning when her big brother called her up just like everyday. Kouga wasn't the stupid brothers who didn't give a damn about their sisters and made fun of them. He was very protective of her and constantly checked up on her. And if anything was suspisious, he asked many questions. "Well, he did say you two...you know-during the party. But it wasn't like in a dull voice or anything. More like a showing off thing you know?"
"So do you mean he might have told everyone else?" Ayame worried.
Simara let out a small laugh. "Look, I know my brother, and he would never do that to any girl. Slut or not. But he trusts me. And that's why he told me."
Before both girls knew it they were on their school campus. Ayame had been told the other day that there was cheerleading practice, but she had been told before that that she had an Art Class thing. She didn't like cheerleading very much, and she enjoyed art. So she obviously chose the thing she loved most...Art. "Well, I better head to my art class." Ayame said.
"Yeah, I have to get to soccer with Sango. But we must continue this converstaion later." Simara said as they walk away from eachother.
"Promise." Ayame reasured her friend. She turned to walk the right way. Ayame headed into the building that was her school and walked down the long wings or hallways. She sighed. There was way too much on her plate. She began to run as she looked at the school clock. She was 3 minutes late for her class. And being tardy was not exeptible. She finally made it to the class door but she couldn't stop herself before she knew it she had crashed int the wall seperating the doors from the hallway. Everyone in the class heard, saw, and held back giggles. Ayame got up and brushed herself off. "Um...sorry I'm late." she said.
As she took her seat next to some girl she knew from her gym class. Yumi. Yumi was nice and had a sweet smile plastered onto her angellic face. She had nice, peach lushious lips, they were just right. Not too thin, not too full. She had nice, long hair which was always up in a high ponytail dyed a kind of crimson red. She had the perfect blue eyes that no guy could resist, so she witnessed one day of gym when No guy could stop flirting with her. But she oddly never flirted back. Yumi turned to Ayame with that always on, sweet smile. It just made you wanna smile back.
"Hey, you wanna be partners?" Yumi asked.
Ayame had a 'huh' face on. She got in late and didn't even pay attention. How lame was she. "Um...sure. What's the project?"
"Oh, we're suppposed to find a partner to cope with, then combine our imaginations together and think of our image of perfection and then combine it with something of terror." Yumi explained.
"Perfection?" Ayame repeated to herself. What was perfect? Nothing. "Well whats you image of perfection ad terror?"
"Well, I think the sky is perfect, and terror...would be it not being there anymore." Yumi explained. She always had away to turn everything into something poetic and artistic...so Ayame observed in her daily writting classes.
"Hm...my image of perfection is a sunset. I have an idea. We could sketch and paint a sunset sky and then make it fade, because then it would fit your terror, it not being there?" Ayame suggested.
"Sounds good." Yumi said. She got up and straightened her very short legs. She had perfect legs. They weren't long or short. "I'm going to get some supplies. I'll be back." She announced to Ayame and left to do her thing.
Ayame rested her chin in her hands and daydreamed. More like day nightmared. How she would dred to even have to look at Kouga again. She wasn't sure what bothered her more. The fact that she told him all her feeling and then left him right when she woke up or the fact that some how many people knew about them 'getting together'. Did they all see them fooling around on the ground or something? It wasn't right. No one should have known unless they wanted them to. Ayame's thoughts were interupted by Yumi's hand waving infront of her face. "I'm sorry what?"
"Ayame, has anyone told you you've been alittle out of it lately?" Yumi asked as she fooled around with the supplies on the table.
'If I hear that from one more person I'm gonna slug them...' Ayame thought bitterly. "Yeah, trust me, I've heard it from everyone, everywhere." Ayame took a peice of paper and quickly sketched out the layout she planned on. "What about this?"
Yumi lifted a perfectly manicured hand and took the paper. She observed for a minute or two. "I love it." We'll just use this and paint over the lines." She said. Yumi didn't wait for Ayame to answer. instead, she took it upon herself to begin to paint. She began making different shades of every cirtrus color on a hard, plastic color blender. They were plastic so the paint could easily be chipped off or scrubed of with a sponge. But it was a very think white plastic.
Ayame picked up a thin paint brush and dabbed it in a light, peachy color and began to work on the half that wouldn't be faded. Yumi worked on the faded part. Before the two knew it, they were done. It was perfect, from bright to faded.
Ms. Harris stopped by at the girl's table. She gasped. "Oh, ayame, Yumi, it's perfect in a terror way. I can see what you are trying to say. The sky is perfection. And it fading away would bring terror." Ms. Harris was a smart woman when it came to art. And being American, she spoke her Japanese very well.
Ayame smiled up at her favorite teacher. "Um... Ms. Harris, i'm not feeling very well, may I be excused?" Ayame ased.
"Of course. Nice work girls." Ms. Harris said giving Ayame a pat in the back. Ayame picked up her black messenger bag that was decorated with pins and patches she had ironed on. She left the art room and headed straight for her dorm room.
Inside she found Jubilee in some high heels, panties, and a small t-shirt. Her hair was up in a bun and a white face mask plastered her perfect skin. She had her walkman blasting through the head phones and was reading the lasted copy of Fruit Fresh. Fruit Fresh was the best place to get beauty tips, guy stuff and fashion all in one magazine. Jubilee looked up from her 'work' and smiled up at her little sister. "Hey babe," She greeted. "Ha, Kikyo's got a hand print form you, classic. i'm just sorrry the little bitch got to say something first sweetie."
Ayame threw her messenger bag on the ground next to her bed. Ayame sat down next to Jubilee on the bean-bag chair Jubilee planted her ass in al the time. She rested her head on her sister's shoulder. Today wasn't her day. Jubilee played with her sisters cute hair. "Today wasn't so good either huh?" She noted. Jubilee could feel her sister shake her head 'no'. She sighed. "Kouga called for you."
Ayame sniffled a tiny little sniffle. "What'd he say?" She asked in a loud whisper.
"Just for you to call him back or something."
Ayame sniffled again. "So where are Kagome, and Sango?" She changed subjects.
"Sango's at soccer and Kagome went to the cafeteria with Inuyasha. I'll go wash my face and we can go for something to eat if you want." Jubilee offered.
"It's fine. I should talk to Kouga anyway." Ayame got up and went for her cell in her messenger bag. She marked a number from a peice of paper Kagome had posted on a message board on their wall. She could hear the shower water running, Jubilee was keeping her nose out of Ayame's buissness for once. She waited six rings and hung up the phone. It was probally not odd for him not to answer his phone.
She got up and decided to go for a walk. She picked up some leaves on the way and torn them into tiny, tiny peices. Foots steps were headr behind her as she pushed gently and heard a familure giggle. Simara. "I know who you're looking for." She said as she slid her arm into Ayame's like they always did from time to time. "I'll help you find him. I know where he is."
"How'd you know?"
Simara thought for a good answer. "I know everything." She joked. She pulled Ayame along with her. Then they were stopped so fast Ayame stumbled and then was caught by Simara. "Ther," Simara pointed to a tree. Kouga sat under it, reading. He looked so hot with the sun highlighting his hair like that. And he looked intelligant reading his book and sipping his-what was that, a latte? He always seemed more into alcohol. Never once had she'd even think of him sipping a latte.
Ayame felt a nudge on her back and then being pushed forward. "Go on. He won't bite. Well, of course you would know." Simara joked. "I'll wait for you right here...behind this tree." simara jumped behind it and pushed Ayame one last time.
Ayame slowly walked toward Kouga, obviously taking her time. She was searching for the words inside her head. But it wasl like she had no vocabulary in her, she went blank, but she couldn't stop walking. She wanted to walk right past the tree. But she knew she couldn't avoid Kouga for ever. After all, she did loose her virginity to him. And she knew he wasn't a virgin because he didn't seem nervous, he knew just what to do, and girls always threw them selves at him...so she had heard.
Ayame stopped and looked down at Kouga from behind the tree.
"There's no use in just standing there." She heard Kouga say putting down his latte and not bothering to look up from his book. He flipped another page.
"How'd you-"
"I can smell your scent. Flowers, cigarets, and bubble gum." He smirked, once more not looking up.
'He knows my scents?' Ayame thought. She hesitated but sat down next to him. "What are you reading?"
"Some funny morbid poem book. Why are you afraid of me all of the sudden?" Kouga asked out front. He finally put his book down.
"What? No-I'm not-what I mean is-I'm not afraid of you." Ayame stumbled on her words. She wanted to hit herself. There she was saying she wasn't afraid of him, but like an idiot she couldn't even say that she wasn't afraid of him the right way. "I just thought you were mad. I mean i just left you there on the ground. I couldn't even imagine what you thought of me." Finally, she didn't stumble on her words. She picked at the grass that tickled her thighs. She swiped the grass away with a swift hand movement. She seemed to have missed a bite mark because there it was, one on her thigh? She didn't remember it though. "So you're not mad?"
"No. I've even left girls on the ground after a crazy night."
"Oh that's comforting." Ayame said sarcasticly. She squinted her eyes from the harsh sunset light coming down on her.
Kouga let out a chuckle. "I didn't mean like that." He looked down at the ground for a second. He grabbed Ayame's hand and their fingers tangled together.
...From Afar
Simara watched behind a tree as her friend and her brother talked. Ayame didn't seem like she needed Simara at that moment. And what? They held hands? And they were kissing? Okay, she was out. She'd love to see Ayame happy kissing some guy, but this was her brother. Not the right thing. With that Simara went back in the school building. Most likely to find Kagome and Sango and tell them what happened.
A/N: SHOULD I END IT HERE? Okay, I think that's a stupid question becuase you guys want more right? Well, thanks for all Your support. Wityh your feedback, I think i'll continue al little longer with story. Too many unfinished things right?