2nd Generation
Sheila held her breath, willing herself not to fall as she balanced on the tip of her toes, he free leg arched high in the air. Her leotard hung loosely on her body, damp with sweat. Her hair hung in tendrils down her face, having escaped the prison of the hair tie, and her legs were shaking from the strain. The music had stopped a while ago, but she had to be able to hold her postion until the curtain was drawn. If she collasped on stage before, it would look sloppy. Finnaly, her teacher's voice drifted to her, and she allowed herself to sink to the ground. Her breathing came heavily, her gasps of air short and fast. She hazedly noticed that her teacher was talking to her, and turned her head in his direction.
"Good. You ended nice, but on your third spin, you slacked off. I could tell you were close to falling.
"Thats becau-
"Do it again." He said, walking back to the cd player.
"-ause Ive been dancing for the past 7 hours! How can you expect me to-"
"If your giving up, you can get the hell out of my shcool. Now, again."
He pushed the play button and turned around as Sheila lifted herself into position. All the tiredness was wiped fom her face as the steady beat of the music began, replaced by a grim determination. When she began to dance, she danced with all the energy she could pull from her body, jumping higher and higher each time, spinning faster and faster. It took seven times more, and two more hours before she could finally stop. Sheila pulled her baggy sweatpants on, and draped her bag over her shoulder, wishing she could just go home and take a long hot bath- before she remembered that wasnt possible.
"Be here tommorow by six." The man said, also getting his things together. "You've gotten the moves down fairly well, but we still have a lot to work on."
Nodding, she walked out into the snowy sidelwalk. the wetness that had seemed so hot before now gave her chills and she quickened her pace, wishing she had brought a jacket with her. She dragged her feet as she walked, looking around at the white snow that had just fallen.
"What a ballet freak I am...." She said to herself as she sat down on a hard wooden bench. "I cant believe I just spent my entire day doing the same routine over and over."
Sighing, she rubbed her bare arms and told herself to get up and keep walking, but her body ignored her, restraining against her will. She shook her head, burrying herself deeper into the bench, trying to warm herself. She shivered, ond once again tried to get up, cursing her body when it desobeyed, when suddenly she felt a warm cloth on her shoulders. She pulled it close, warming her skin with it, then looked up. Blinking, she loked up at a boy of about 18. He had dirty blonde hair and the most entrancing eyes she had ever seen. They were green, but was tinged with gold and brown, reminding her of the leaves during the fall. She hadn't even noticed she was staring, and when she saw the look of amusement on the boy's face, she quickly looked at the ground in embaresment. When she looked up again, he was walking away, and her eyes were drawn to this hair that was tied at the base of his neck in a ponytail. Caught up with wondering why any guy would want hair that went well past his shoulder blades, she missed the chance to thank him as he rounded the corner. Gathering her stuff, she ran after him, skidding to a stop as she caught up with him.
"E-excuse me...I just wanted to thank you, but I can't keep this. I dont know if I'll see you again, and I wouldn't be able to return it." She dreaded taking off the warm garment, but what could she do? She frowned as she was ignored, the man didn't even look at her! She stepped in front of him, and stopped forcing him to a standstill.
"Did you hear me?"
He didn't even look her in the eyes as he stepped to the side and continued walking.
"Hey! Why are you ignoring me!?"
She stomped after him, determined to hear at least one word come from the man's mouth. She didnt say anything, but continued to follow him, keeping right behind him. It was only after they had crossed into a street that was run down and ruined did she start to worry that she wouldnt be able to find her way back- in fact- she hadnt know where they were for a while now....
"Hey, im still here you know, and im giving you your jacket back."
She stopped, looking at him. He just continued to walk, as if he had heard nothing.
"JUST AT LEAST LOOK AT ME GOD DAMMIT!!!" She yelled, her temper finally cracking. "I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR, AND YOU HAVNT EVEN LOOKED AT ME!"
Her eyes widened, amazed at her outburst.
"I-Im sorry...I..." She looked up, and saw him looking at her. He had leaned against the wall, and was watching her with an amused smile on his lips.
"You done yet?" He asked, his voice like poison, dripping with death, but so sweet to the senses.
"Yeah...I...sorry..." She lowered her eyes to the ground, keeping her gaze locked on a crack in the cement. He shrugged.
"Keep the jacket, I dont want it."
"But..."
"I'd suggest you go home now. This isnt the nicest place in the world. A girl walking around here at night aint gonna stay all that innocent."
Shiela noticed with a start that the sun was already going down, and she mentally kicked herself.
"I don't have a home. It would be just as bad anywhere else I go..." She said, absently playing with the hem of the jacket. "I ran away today...Not like they did anything to stop it...."
"Damn mean parents, if they don't care."
She shook her head. "Foster parents. They were my 5th just this month. they didnt like my attitude, so they were gonna send me back to the orphanage. I didnt want to go back, not again. Well, sorry for bothering you. I'll go now..."
She turned around, walking back up the street, when suddenly the boy took her hand and pulled her around, pulling her a few steps before letting go. She blinked, and figured she was supposed to follow him. As their footsteps ecoed in the darkness, she tought about how stupid she was being. She had run away, danced until she couldnt move, and was now following aman she didnt know in the middle of the night, in the one of the worst parts of town. Yup, she was surely going to live to a ripe old age. "Where are we going?"
Silence.
She sighed, pulling her bag higher over her shoulder.
"You could at least answer me, Y'know?"
"My house."
"And the reason I'm going to your house is....?"
"You dont have anywhere else to go, do you?" He asked, turning back to look at her.
"Well, no but...wont your parents be mad?"
"Does it look live I have any?"
"Well...You could just dress like that even if they didnt like it.
And they could just not do the laundry or something..."
"Oh...thanks...Now your telling me I smell..."
She smiled. "yup!"
"...."
"Hey..." She ran to catch up with him so that they were walking side by side. "Whats your name?"
"Suoh." Was the short reply.
Sheila sighed. "You dont talk enough, Suoh."
"Hn."
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A/N: Well, thatz it. I noticed that my stories are always longer when there are two ppl....shrugz oh well...ill hafta work on that....well, plz R&R, I dont get much of them..sniffle sniffle tear tear glimmer glimmer kill kill slaug- okay, stopping there..having too much fun. I have to hurry up and get the other chappies up so I can start on some blood gutz and gore stuff....hmmmmm....cuddles keyboard
BakaNeko
Sheila held her breath, willing herself not to fall as she balanced on the tip of her toes, he free leg arched high in the air. Her leotard hung loosely on her body, damp with sweat. Her hair hung in tendrils down her face, having escaped the prison of the hair tie, and her legs were shaking from the strain. The music had stopped a while ago, but she had to be able to hold her postion until the curtain was drawn. If she collasped on stage before, it would look sloppy. Finnaly, her teacher's voice drifted to her, and she allowed herself to sink to the ground. Her breathing came heavily, her gasps of air short and fast. She hazedly noticed that her teacher was talking to her, and turned her head in his direction.
"Good. You ended nice, but on your third spin, you slacked off. I could tell you were close to falling.
"Thats becau-
"Do it again." He said, walking back to the cd player.
"-ause Ive been dancing for the past 7 hours! How can you expect me to-"
"If your giving up, you can get the hell out of my shcool. Now, again."
He pushed the play button and turned around as Sheila lifted herself into position. All the tiredness was wiped fom her face as the steady beat of the music began, replaced by a grim determination. When she began to dance, she danced with all the energy she could pull from her body, jumping higher and higher each time, spinning faster and faster. It took seven times more, and two more hours before she could finally stop. Sheila pulled her baggy sweatpants on, and draped her bag over her shoulder, wishing she could just go home and take a long hot bath- before she remembered that wasnt possible.
"Be here tommorow by six." The man said, also getting his things together. "You've gotten the moves down fairly well, but we still have a lot to work on."
Nodding, she walked out into the snowy sidelwalk. the wetness that had seemed so hot before now gave her chills and she quickened her pace, wishing she had brought a jacket with her. She dragged her feet as she walked, looking around at the white snow that had just fallen.
"What a ballet freak I am...." She said to herself as she sat down on a hard wooden bench. "I cant believe I just spent my entire day doing the same routine over and over."
Sighing, she rubbed her bare arms and told herself to get up and keep walking, but her body ignored her, restraining against her will. She shook her head, burrying herself deeper into the bench, trying to warm herself. She shivered, ond once again tried to get up, cursing her body when it desobeyed, when suddenly she felt a warm cloth on her shoulders. She pulled it close, warming her skin with it, then looked up. Blinking, she loked up at a boy of about 18. He had dirty blonde hair and the most entrancing eyes she had ever seen. They were green, but was tinged with gold and brown, reminding her of the leaves during the fall. She hadn't even noticed she was staring, and when she saw the look of amusement on the boy's face, she quickly looked at the ground in embaresment. When she looked up again, he was walking away, and her eyes were drawn to this hair that was tied at the base of his neck in a ponytail. Caught up with wondering why any guy would want hair that went well past his shoulder blades, she missed the chance to thank him as he rounded the corner. Gathering her stuff, she ran after him, skidding to a stop as she caught up with him.
"E-excuse me...I just wanted to thank you, but I can't keep this. I dont know if I'll see you again, and I wouldn't be able to return it." She dreaded taking off the warm garment, but what could she do? She frowned as she was ignored, the man didn't even look at her! She stepped in front of him, and stopped forcing him to a standstill.
"Did you hear me?"
He didn't even look her in the eyes as he stepped to the side and continued walking.
"Hey! Why are you ignoring me!?"
She stomped after him, determined to hear at least one word come from the man's mouth. She didnt say anything, but continued to follow him, keeping right behind him. It was only after they had crossed into a street that was run down and ruined did she start to worry that she wouldnt be able to find her way back- in fact- she hadnt know where they were for a while now....
"Hey, im still here you know, and im giving you your jacket back."
She stopped, looking at him. He just continued to walk, as if he had heard nothing.
"JUST AT LEAST LOOK AT ME GOD DAMMIT!!!" She yelled, her temper finally cracking. "I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR, AND YOU HAVNT EVEN LOOKED AT ME!"
Her eyes widened, amazed at her outburst.
"I-Im sorry...I..." She looked up, and saw him looking at her. He had leaned against the wall, and was watching her with an amused smile on his lips.
"You done yet?" He asked, his voice like poison, dripping with death, but so sweet to the senses.
"Yeah...I...sorry..." She lowered her eyes to the ground, keeping her gaze locked on a crack in the cement. He shrugged.
"Keep the jacket, I dont want it."
"But..."
"I'd suggest you go home now. This isnt the nicest place in the world. A girl walking around here at night aint gonna stay all that innocent."
Shiela noticed with a start that the sun was already going down, and she mentally kicked herself.
"I don't have a home. It would be just as bad anywhere else I go..." She said, absently playing with the hem of the jacket. "I ran away today...Not like they did anything to stop it...."
"Damn mean parents, if they don't care."
She shook her head. "Foster parents. They were my 5th just this month. they didnt like my attitude, so they were gonna send me back to the orphanage. I didnt want to go back, not again. Well, sorry for bothering you. I'll go now..."
She turned around, walking back up the street, when suddenly the boy took her hand and pulled her around, pulling her a few steps before letting go. She blinked, and figured she was supposed to follow him. As their footsteps ecoed in the darkness, she tought about how stupid she was being. She had run away, danced until she couldnt move, and was now following aman she didnt know in the middle of the night, in the one of the worst parts of town. Yup, she was surely going to live to a ripe old age. "Where are we going?"
Silence.
She sighed, pulling her bag higher over her shoulder.
"You could at least answer me, Y'know?"
"My house."
"And the reason I'm going to your house is....?"
"You dont have anywhere else to go, do you?" He asked, turning back to look at her.
"Well, no but...wont your parents be mad?"
"Does it look live I have any?"
"Well...You could just dress like that even if they didnt like it.
And they could just not do the laundry or something..."
"Oh...thanks...Now your telling me I smell..."
She smiled. "yup!"
"...."
"Hey..." She ran to catch up with him so that they were walking side by side. "Whats your name?"
"Suoh." Was the short reply.
Sheila sighed. "You dont talk enough, Suoh."
"Hn."
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A/N: Well, thatz it. I noticed that my stories are always longer when there are two ppl....shrugz oh well...ill hafta work on that....well, plz R&R, I dont get much of them..sniffle sniffle tear tear glimmer glimmer kill kill slaug- okay, stopping there..having too much fun. I have to hurry up and get the other chappies up so I can start on some blood gutz and gore stuff....hmmmmm....cuddles keyboard
BakaNeko