Okay, first of all, there is a LOT of cursing in this chapter – remember I rated it "T."
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Chapter Eight
Kimiko's Point of View
I walked into the Recreation Room that Papa funded, and I heard the door closing shut. I turned around and apologized, "Rai, I'm sorry I messed that up." I leaned in for comfort, but instead of two strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me in, they pushed me back. Surprised and sort of hurt, I looked up anxiously.
Raimundo was almost red, and he had an expression of anger in his eyes. He was not smiling his famous cute smirk, but he had a short frown that meant business. His bushy eyebrows, usually in an "A" shape without the cross in the middle, but now it had a broad "V"-like form.
"You should be sorry, Kimiko! You had the perfect ability dodge that damn Doll's ray, but what did you want – my comfort?"
I looked up at him, wheezing with undeniable rage. He was shaking so much, in fact, that even his medallion seemed to be glowering. To end this, I simply wanted to say I was sorry again, but he screamed at the top of his lungs, "DAMN YOU KIMIKO!"
It was then that I realized that it wasn't my fault at all. I began to fight back.
Raimundo's Point of View
Oh, yeah. She looked beautiful in any light, even the limelight of scorn. Kimiko was wearing a nice blue Hollister polo, a jean navy hat, and a white miniskirt. To top that all off, she was wearing a very interesting belt of black with a buck in the shape of a spinning scratch. Did that rhyme? Anyway, the belt was really weird, because it was sort of glimmering.
I was frustrated, and I had to release it out on someone. It didn't have to be anyone in particular, but the easiest to blame and the most sensitive out of everyone in the temple was she.
I didn't really want it to come out – I really didn't. But my stupid ego just had to yell, "DAMN YOU KIMIKO!"
Seeing the water dry from her eyes, I was soon being bawled back at. "Excuse me?" she vociferated in a vexed manner. "If you didn't 'cheer' me on, I wouldn't have been thrown off, damn it!"
Slightly closing my eyelids, I retorted, "Well, I thought this was the bitch that achieved total concentration." I wanted to slap myself, but those horrible words that committed horrible wrongs just jail-broke out of my mouth.
Kimiko's eyes were blazing mad as she whispered coldly, "Say that again."
"Oh, I'm sorry. What I meant to say was 'son of a bitch.'"
Kimiko's Point of View
When Raimundo said that, I just blew up. I didn't want to fight; I knew what I was saying was all a lie. I didn't feel that way about him, but I wasn't sure if he thought the same. Getting back on the subject of blaming each other, I cried, "Well, you didn't have to get hit by those stupid ants! And even with that, I was falling so that I could make sure that you would be able to catch me!" I knew I was lying.
" ."
"No, it's not!"
"I was talking about you."
Raimundo's Point of View
I knew I wasn't telling Kimiko the truth, but I didn't have a choice – I was a powerless body somehow being controlled by my stupid mind. I didn't know what to say when she slapped me so hard across the face that I could feel my cheek swelling with the color of red.
I just glared at her callously. She glared back. It was then that my mind and heart split into two.
'Kiss her.'
'Punch her to the ground.'
'She's beautiful when she's angry, but a kiss will make it all right.'
'She's a dumb ass. Make her cry.'
'No, don't listen to him. You can't hit a girl, and this is the girl that you studied long and hard for; this is the girl that is so intelligent that you stayed up at night for so long reading to impress her, and in the end always waking up late for.'
'She's pissing you off! Do what you know is the right thing to do.'
I didn't know what to do, so one second, I was reaching for her quickly, and in the next, my eyes were closed and our lips were touching.
Kimiko's Point of View
I could have sworn that he was about to hurt me, and braced myself for his direct strike. Oh, yeah. His strike was direct alright – directly to my lips.
I let out a "Hm?" as his arms pulled me gently closer to him, and two voices were resonating in my head – my heart's, and my mind's. I thought.
'What a bitch. Push him away and slap him again.'
'You know you like it. Put your arms around his head, close your eyes, and melt into his arms.'
'Are you going to let that filthy rat kiss you, or are you going to stand up for your rights? Slap him. Yell at him. Kick him out of this room. End of story.'
'He's handsome. He's kind. He's obviously smart, and you've seen him in his room playing guitar so well and beautifully. You know he's hurting you now, but do you think he means it? You decide.'
For a moment, I savored his warm, sweet lips, and then I…
Me: Another cliffhanger!
Omi: (in another room) WHAT THE HECK ARE THEY SAYING! THEY'RE STARTING TO PEE ME OFF!
Clay: (about to vomit) I think you mean piss me off.
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