Author's Note:
So, I've been grounded. Shock. Being locked in your room for too long with no escape makes you see strange as crap things sometimes, unfortunately. xD
I'm also too lazy to write an acceptable-length chapter. You know what? You try being me for a day. You will go absolutely out of it. But that's why I love my life sometimes. And other times I hate it i.e. right now, where I feel like I'm being driven to the point of mental insanity, sadly. ; - ;
I hate drama. Unless I'm watching from afar. Then it makes me smile so much that I begin wishing my entire life was a sitcom, because baby, it feels like it already. Having a sense of humor is contagious, believe me. I also started a school musical in the meantime, meaning that I randomly burst out singing the Jelly Patty song from Spongebob because where I'm at, it's completely normal to have those sorts of things memorized.
Lots of debates going on lately. I get way too involved, but that's what makes me such a great opponent - I don't shut up. xD I'm also an avid perfectionist, and, unfortunately, a renowned master of procrastination. Hence the delayed update. Lahd bless. Sorry about the 3 alerts, I screwed that up big time, as usual.
For now, please enjoy Chapter... uhh.. I lost track. Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap.
"So let me get this straight… you practically ----- him on his ------ while ------, didn't you?"
"Shut up! C-Can't you even listen for five seconds without making any stupid and unrelated comments?"
"Oh, but I like to think of myself as very related-"
"Shut UP! I… I don't see why it's that much of an importance to you, anyways."
Shion sighed, setting her bag down on the counter with a low grunt, and folding her arms across her chest.
"It's not that I necessarily care. I'm just… mildly interested, that's all." Her tone had sunken dramatically, her face sullen and untolerating. Mion took a hesitant step backwards, slightly taken aback at this sudden change in atmosphere. Before she could react, her sister's head perked up, smiling warmly as if nothing… abnormal… at all had happened.
Maybe she was just… PMSing… that was all….
"Ahaha, anyways… my shift's almost over. Might as well head out for today. I'm sure our uncle wouldn't mind me cutting a few minutes short, especially to help my dear, beloved sister, right? "
"Oh shut up already, will 'ya?"
The two laughed in unison, Mion nervously casting a few glances around the room before resting her free hand on the counter, pretending to show interest in a few pieces of food that had been discarded there. She could (literally) feel the tension that had indiscreetly crept upon them (either that, or it was her own perspiration…), and knew that if she didn't say something fast, it would only make the situation more awkward than it already was.
Luckily, her sister did that freaky thing where they pretty much telepathically connected and shared the same thoughts as one another, tossing the strap of her bag over her shoulder and wiping a scattered pile of bread crumbs onto the floor nonchalantly. She smiled once again, wrapping her arm around her sister's shoulder and beginning to make her prolonged exit.
"A-ahh… wait." Mion muttered unintentionally, shaking herself free of her sister's arm, which had tightly clamped around her right side uncomfortably.
"Hnn?"
"Y-you haven't done anything… stupid… have you? I mean… it's… ahh… complicated, and-"
Shion snickered rudely. "Of course not. We may look alike, but I'm not a total dumbass."
"Sh-shut up already!"
"You sure you didn't leave your tampons back at home, right beside your dignity?"
Mion gritted her teeth. She was pretty much defeated, unable to think of anything else creative to say, despite all odds.
"Look, can we just get going, please?"
"As you wish, master."
"Shut UP!"
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"I-I just want him to notice me… but… not that… much." Mion swallowed, staring at the risqué ensemble her sister had hand-picked for her, analyzing the fabric, the price, and pretty much every other priority save for chance of being arrested for public indecency. Of course, she didn't want to crush her sister's spirits or anything…
"You don't have to worry about that. If you don't want to wear it, that's fine. I'm just listing the possibilities; the rest is up to you. If you'd like, I could supervise you, but, if you can't even pick out your own clothes, that would be pretty humiliating, now, wouldn't it?"
"What… the hell are you implying?" Mion grumbled under her breath, drawing the unwanted attention of a nearby shopkeeper.
` "I'm implying that you have the right body, and you've horrendously failed to take advantage of it so far." Her sister spun around in a circle, placing her hands on her shoulders and whispering in her ear.
"Take my advice. You have no choice."
"A-are you sure…?" Mion swallowed, feeling her composure beginning to slip with each passing second.
"Oh, yes. No doubt about it. I like to think of myself as an artist, when it comes to these things."
"I highly doubt tha- a-ahhhhhhhhh… please…"
Shion had begun tightening her grasp, digging her nails deep into her sister's flesh mercilessly. Mion had gradually gathered a sense of patience over the past few years, so that these sorts of confrontations wouldn't be too disastrous for the both of them. She grimaced, sorting through the stack of clothing with forced enthusiasm. One particular dress caught her eye, which she held up with two fingers, examining it in the light. If it weren't for the outrageously expensive price, and the intentionally placed slit reaching just below the hipline and extending down to her thighs, it would have been at least semi-decent. She could manage the length, and – as long as she was able to cover herself up with a jacket or a matching undershirt – she wouldn't feel as awkward and exposed in certain areas. She set it aside, deciding not to take her chances, and shook her head absentmindedly at the rest of the… assortment… for lack of a better description.
"Ahaha… this is all nice of you and all… taking your own time to do this… but… in all seriousness,I'm starting to regret it."
Shion pouted, swaying precariously to one side and looking uncharacteristally exhausted. "Fine, fine, you win. Wear whatever the hell you want, crush a girl's dreams…"
"Your dreams? I'm not even sure if they're-"
"There's a point when you shut up… you are aware of that, if I'm not mistaken?"
There it was… That peculiar feeling that had begun to reassert itself at even the most unseemly of times… That suffocating aura of being sealed away in a box without any light, any clarity… She felt her vision beginning to spiral uncontrollably, as if trying to grasp a concept that was far beyond her own comprehension. She acted impulsively, scratching the back of her head and laughing casually, as if she hadn't been able to detect anything strange in her sister's mannerisms.
"N-no… I appreciate it… really." She frantically reached for the dress that she had lain aside, carefully refolding it and handing it over sympathetically. Unfortunately - this time, Shion didn't seem to be appreciating her efforts nearly as much, and continued to stare at the floor with an awfully distant look in her eyes, as if… reminiscing… about something that had once been long forgotten. Mion had anticipated her to recover instantaneously, just like she had done last time – but, to no avail.
Shion dug into her purse tiredly, withdrawing from it a few crumpled notes and coins buried within the depths of God-knows-what, all without visibly redirecting her gaze to suit her actions. She discarded them into her sister's hands, staring her directly in the eyes, as if she could very well bore a hole within them if she did so long enough. This making the other uncomfortable, she hurriedly walked to the counter and purchased a handful of items, several of which she didn't bother to recognize, and began to indiscreetly stumble out of the shop without once looking back. She grabbed her sister by the arm, tugging on her in the opposite direction- only to be met with equal resistance.
"Come on," Mion growled, leaning in with her best effort.
"Gimme a sec… I have to make sur-ah! You sure you aren't forgetting anything?"
Mion blinked, finding herself surprisingly caught off guard. Shion had busily began fumbling through her bag, prying her sister's fingers open and sliding a small box within their clutches. She put a finger to her mouth, signalling some dire secret, and winked.
It took another moment or two before Mion finally shreiked and dropped the container onto the floor with a loud rumbling sound, Shion swearing loudly and bending down to sort out the mess she had made.
"Ahaha, d-don't mind!" Shion ushered a pair of enetering shoppers, both of which were adorned with all sorts of jewlery and scarcely able to cover themselves up in the slightlest, and had begun whispering to one another at the site of the fluttered duo. Mion sheltered the back side of the ordeal, partially hidden behind a medium-sized coatrack as she shifted her eyes nervously to either side. It seemed that, no matter how hard she tried not to, she always drew some kind of crowd, thanks to her sudden and unfamiliar awkwardness.
Mion loosely dangled a semi-transparent, rubber piece of plastic before her eyes, shivering before shoving it into the box from which it had came and blushing noticeably. She guided herself to meet her sister's own gaze, seeming to communicate words to one another that only they were able to fully understand.
What the hell were you thinking?
Me?I'm not the one who had to go around being a drama queen in public! And besides,I figured I might as well, after all, the da-
It's not what you think! For God's sake, I didn't even plan on doing it until I graduated from college! And why the hell would you have those in your purse, anyways!?
You should be grateful that I had you in mind this entire time-!
"Girls, please, hurry it up." Muttered a nearby cashier, placing her hands on her hips and staring down at the pair contemplatively.
"Y-Yes… m-ma'a-!"
Shion jabbed her sister painfully in the gut, causing her to double over and let out a small gasp, just as the two had begun straightening themselves out frantically.
"I apologize about tha', Miss. We'll just be on our way now…"
This time, it was Shion who was pushing the other out the door, Mion looking rather dumbfounded and biting her lip as if she were about to tear up from embarrassment. By the time either had set foot back outside, a loud crack resounded throughout the air, rain beginning to fall across the streets as taxi drivers waved oncoming passengers forward, hoisting their umbrellas over their heads hysterically. Shion stuck her tongue out, allowing a few small drops to be caught there before closing her mouth and gazing off into the distance absentmindedly… Mion distractedly stuffing the partially-sealed box into the plastic bag without knowing.
"D- … h-hey! You! Hey!" Shion began waving her arms about wildly, drawing a nearby vehicle to a stop infront of the store and sliding into the backseat carelessly. Mion followed hesitantly, setting the bag between her legs and shuffling around in her seat uncomfortably.
"Get us outta here, understood?" Shion barked, the tires screeching obnoxiously before pulling off with a sudden jolt of speed.
"How much of this did you actually plan, again?"
"Absolutely none."
"Good. As I thought."
The car had at once begun to slow down, having met up with a decent amount of traffic somewhere along the way. The entire exterior of the car was painted a clean shade of black, making it nearly invisible among the city skyline, as well as being surprisingly inconspicious when it seemed that the either of them needed it most.
"So we're set, right? Nothing else completely random and unnecessary you've left out at last second?"
"Pretty much." Shion struggled to see over the front seat, which sat directly in her line of vision, and was currently unoccupied. The driver hadn't said a single word the entire time they had been there, making things strangely home-like, as if all the troubles in the world could be resolved if Mion simply closed her eyes…
No. Not with her own sister in the car, that was…
Aww, screw it. She was far too tired to let her dignity get a hold of her. She should be taking advantage of the time she was given, rather than wasting it turning on and off every other hour or so. She had already made plans to do something with Rena later that week, but - from where she stood, she didn't even know if that was possible now. She flung her arms back behind her head, huffing and drawing her feet up casually. There would be time for revenge later, just… not… now…
"That's it… riiiiiiiighhtttttt there…"
"Are you sure? I don't want to dissapoint you or anything…"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm one-hundred-percent sure."
"I can always pull out if-"
"No, no, keep driving. I'm sure we're almost- ahhhhhh! She's awake!"
"What the fu-Mm!?"
"Nothing, nothing. That's your house over there, right?"
"The hell is wrong with you?" Mion spit out the remains of her sister's jacket, which had conveniently been laying to the side for… special… purposes, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and complaining that something on that scale was completely uncalled f-
"I hate to break it to you, but I'm not going to wait here all day."
"T-tch…" Mion muttered to herself aimlessly, grunting as she heaved herself out of the opposite door, making sure to accidentally smack her sister across the head with her bags in the process.
"A thank you would be nice!"
"I'd rather not."
` Mion slammed the door shut behind her, grinning cheekishly and sorting through the contents of each bag to make sure that she didn't leave anything behind. She began making her way through the rain, grimacing as she did so, her clothes and hair dampening almost instantaneously. She sheilded her eyes with her free hand, squinting through the grey and pinpointing the location of the front door, which she made sure to seal shut behind her. She sprinted down the hallway, slamming her bedroom door and pretty much football-tackling the nearest pillow. She flipped onto her back restlessly, hugging her covers to her chest and fidgeting uncomfortably. She bolted to her feet less than a minute later, exiting the room and grabbing an old, faded towel before crossing the hallway to her bathroom, hoping to make some sort of progress.
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She struggled to remove her shirt, allowing the steam to consume her body whole, tempting her soothingly. She quickly removed her undershirt, gazing at her reflection unmovingly as she did so, unbuckling the straps of her bra and discarding the remains of what was left to the side. She slid her underwear around her ankles, stepping out of it and setting a foot into the gathering pool of water, fighting the urge to squeal and take another step back. Once a good part of her body had adapted to the temperature, she squeezed the rest of herself in through a small break in the shower curtains, straigtening them out as she allowed the stream to pound against her back satisfactorily, hopping from foot to foot as she grew used to the immense heat. Instead of calming her down – rather, her actions caused her to do quite the opposite, unsure of how long this sudden burst of energy would last. Maybe it was her body's built-in survival system that was blessing her with such – which would give her just enough time to sit and think things over for a bit. She slid against the back wall of the tile, before bringing her knees to her chest and moaning tiredly.
Just… what kind of dream had that been, anyways? Was it even normal to have thoughts like those after less than… well… however long she had known him since, anyways… And why… did it have to be in so much detail, again…? Maybe it was her mind's way of cursing her for something that hadn't yet happened, or maybe even... warning her... not to strain herself so much, or else it would continue torturing her in this way. She rubbed her forehead painstakingly, praying that this headache would just… go away… let her get some peace and quiet every now and then…
Damn, what time was it, again? She didn't feel like moving, just… sitting there… was enough for now. She tugged against the handle of the faucet, unplugging the drain and using the side of the bathtub to support her weight. She shook her head, water splaying just about everywhere, and stepped onto the mat that she had laid out beforehand. She grabbed her towel off of the rack, reminding herself to replace her stash whenever possible. She resisted the urge to engage in a mad dash for the phone, regardless of whether or not she had anyone specifically in mind. If she hadn't been so ignorant, maybe her sister could have at least given her some kind of advice… unless… she probably knew about it anyways… in which Mion would be forced to promptly move to America, change her name, and have all of her files erased before she would have the chance to use that sort of thing against her.
Dammit… she was losing it again... The fact that she could even say "again" was enough for her to thoroughly convince herself that she had just broken some sort of mental barrier…
Listening to Epik High. Engrish makes me smile. So did finding a giant friggin meat cleaver in my kitchen yesterday. People looked at me strange when I explained myself, though. xD (Buahaha, watch out, children. I will find you... UNLESS you review. Only THEN will I hug you and absolutely never let go - except for you TN, because you suck. A lot.)
