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Side Note: Theme Song of Shattered is Jar of Hearts-By Christina Perri
"You're fucking ridiculous," I said looking into challenging dark brown eyes.
"I'm ridiculous? You string me on for two fucking years, hide things from me lie to me and now your just gonna up and leave. You know how I feel about you Cheyenne, but I guess you don't care."
I sighed he had a point I was not the best girlfriend; I reached out to touch his arm.
He pulled his arm out of my reach. "Don't touch me; if you really cared about me, you would want this to work."
" I do want this to work Ashido," I mumbled.
Hope flashed in his eyes, he stuck his fingers through my long silky auburn hair and pulled me closer to him, "then make it work," he said.
"Just because your moving doesn't mean our relationship has to end. I know things are bad with your family but I can help you through it. I mean things can't be that bad, I've met your family their practically perfect."
I withheld a grimace. Practically perfect, I almost laughed out loud. My family was so perfect that we were moving for the 7th time. This time because my sister Mitchie lost her shit and exploded the water pipes in the girls bathroom, nearly drowning a couple of bullies when they attempted to corner her. Or two years ago when we had to move to Tokyo because Alex decided to be a flyer on the cheerleading team and gave her elderly coach a heart attack after being tossed in the air, and not exactly coming down. Yea we were perfect all right, ever since Denny burned down our house and most of the neighborhood at three years old. We had moved from country to country trying to keep our powers secret from the rest of the world. And here Ashido was beautiful with his messy brown hair and satin like pale skin, heart in hand asking me not to leave him, begging me to truly let him inside my life. The ground started subtly shaking in my indecisiveness, a crack ran up the side of the wall. He looked at the crack in the wall with wide eyes and I knew he couldn't handle my family's secrets. He wasn't strong enough, hell I was barely strong enough. I couldn't put him through that, because even though he accused me of being unfeeling I really did care about him. I took a deep breath and pulled away from him.
"I'm sorry Ashido but it's over, do yourself a favor and forget about me."
"I wish I could," he whispered.
"Are you unpacked yet Hime?" said Mitchie snapping me out of my reverie. I looked up into repentant almond shaped jade green eyes, it was like looking at my own eyes in the mirror same shape, and color, and the same long curly black eyelashes. Her normally sunny heart shaped face, looked down cast and her tan olive skin was paled. I looked at her posture head slightly bowed, long shiny dark auburn hair over her shoulders in attempt to hide, fingers clinched together at her sides, her pouty pink lips were trembling slightly " Cheyenne I am so" I clamped my hand over her mouth I had enough of her apologies. I knew she felt terrible and I couldn't bear to see my younger sister in pain especially when it was needless. I liked Ashido and it hurt like hell to lose him, but my family was everything to me, and I would leave Ashido a thousand times if it meant keeping my sister's safe.
"It's okay Mitchie, it was an accident and it could have happened to any of us."
"It could have happened to any of us, but it didn't. It never does it's always me, I am always the one who loses control" Mitchie mumbled into my hand.
"That's not true last time we moved was because of Alex" Denae said from the door, saving me from answering. Thank god for my older sister's timing because though the last time was Alex's fault the majority of the moves were because of Mitchie's lack of control and I couldn't lie to her and say it wasn't. Denae stepped into my room closely followed by Alex.
" I know away to make it better," Alex said mischievously. Oh lord another one of Alex's plans, Denny and me exchanged looks, and she looked just as worried as I felt.
Mitchie spoke up "Umm no offense Alex but your ideas usually…"
"Suck," I completed Mitchie's sentence.
" Don't worry guys this plan is totally brilliant!" Denny rolled her eyes in disagreement. " I'm serious" she threw two small rectangular plastic cards on my bed. She was holding a matching card in her hand.
"Fake I.D.'s?" Mitchie said questioningly as she held the card with her name, picture and fake birth date.
"One for all of us except Miss 22"she shot a look at Denny. " So throw on your freakum dresses bitches, were going out tonight," Alex exclaimed excitedly. I looked at Denae silently seeking her opinion she smiled a blindingly white smile at me
"You heard her, get ready bitch." I laughed at her as she and my other two sisters exited my room. I unzipped a Louis Vuitton suitcase looking for a dress for the club. I sighed in frustration I had 19 suitcases and 12 boxes of shoes it would take me forever to find a decent dress. Suddenly I wished we were back in Tokyo so I could ring our Butler Alfred and ask him to contact the Omotesando Hills mall and send over their best stuff from the top boutiques, too bad are servants wouldn't arrive in Karakura Town until tomorrow. I guess I'd have to pick the first hot dress I came across. "Not the worst problem, in the world" my conscience reminded me in a voice that sounded remarkably like my sister Denae's voice. Suddenly Ashido's words rang in my head "your family is practically perfect" I could understand why he thought that, why everyone thought the MacDowell's were the perfect family. Our father Daniel MacDowell was one of the richest men in the world. He was the owner of MacDowell Industries, a company that managed everything from steel mills to hotels and woman's cosmetics. Everyone in the world knew about MacDowell Industries and my charismatic father who was nicknamed Gold partially because of his honey blond hair and because everything he touched seemed to turn a profit. Though father was a busy man he was never to busy for my sisters and me he called us his princesses and he and everyone who we knew treated us in the same fashion, like royalty. My mother Tasha Iris was the same way, she was an ex-model turned celebrity attorney and even though she was always flying out to meet her famous clients she always had time to lecture us about our eating and sleeping habits, help us with school and gossip about boys. Our parents were simply the best, not because they were rich or famous but because they loved and cherished their children and didn't hesitate to pick up their lives and relocate to a new city whenever my sisters or I had an "incident". Most parents' would be freaked out by children with supernatural powers, but not Daniel and Tasha MacDowell they never hesitated to bribe or threaten people to keep our secret a secret, and never complained about the constant moving. Instead they comforted us and spoiled us claiming that they were the lucky ones to have such special children. As I picked out my dress for the night another memory of Ashido assaulted me, this time it was a memory of the first time we met. Denae was just singing the last few lines of a song:
They call me quiet
But I'm a riot
Mary-Jo-Lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
I nearly forgot to strum the guitar as I noticed the messy brown hair bobbing in time with the beat of Alex's drums. When I walked off the stage he was waiting for me. "Your band was pretty good what's the name of it?" "The Golden Irises," I replied with a smile. When I smiled his eyes widened and he blushed "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, what's your name?" After that it was history, ancient history I reminded myself. I got ready for the club and in the nick of time the three of us were loaded in Denae's bright yellow Hummer heading to Sesenta y Nueve, Karakura Town's nightclub. When we walked in Metro Station's song Shake It, was playing and as we headed to the dance floor heads turned. I am not conceited but I had to admit it, my sisters and I were damn hot. I looked over at Alex who was rushing over to the bar to get use out of her fake I.D. She had wide silvery grey eyes and honey blond hair like our father and Denae. Her honey blond bob was pulled away from her face showing off her features. She had a soft round face, pouty pink lips, and dimples, everything about her screamed angelic, except the tight hot pink mini dress that was clinging to her short, slightly curvy figure and showing plenty of her tan skin. Alex was trailed by two guys who were introducing themselves as Keigo and Mizuiro, and offering to pay for her drink. Mitchie was being cornered by a really tall muscular guy with curly hair and pretty dark skin. She smiled enchantingly at him as he bent down to whisper in her ear. I was turning to look over at my sister Denae, when I felt a hand grab my hip and pull me closer I slowly grinded against the tall orange haired guy behind me. The song changed:
Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Come here!"
I looked over at my sister and my jaw dropped. My angelic sister Denny was grinding on a tall thin silver-haired guy like there was no tomorrow. His hands were traveling up and down her sides. "OH MY GOD,"Alex shouted and her pink cosmopolitan dropped out of her hand. Denny had just dropped down to the ground and brought her body back up to grind enticingly against the man's body. The second round of the chorus played and all eyes were on my sister and her dance partner.
Si tu quiere que te coma toda
Abre las pierna, y dale Toma
I'ma make that thang bounce!
I'ma make that thang shake!
I have to admit my sister was gorgeous, her golden bronze skin shimmering in the lights, long thick wavy honey blonde hair currently being woven through by long pale fingers. Her silvery grey eyes shining with lust. With her tall athletic yet curvy body she looked more like a Brazilian super model then a 22 year-old singer songwriter. As the light flashed it caught her ever-present silver charm bracelet. I suddenly wondered if I was nearly as beautiful as she was, we had the same basic features, bronze skin, high cheek bones, full red lips and almond shaped eyes except her eyes were silvery grey and mine were jade green. The song slowed down:
Quitate la ropa, Quitate la ropa!
Quitate la ropa, si estas caliente
Quitate la ropa!
He spun her around so there fronts were facing and slowly gyrated against her front pulling her hips to meet his. I was shocked and by the sound of it I wasn't the only one. "It's like they 're having sex with clothes on," Mitchie gasped next to me. As the song ended Denny looked away from her dance partner who was smiling widely without showing any teeth toward us. She blushed at our shocked faces and disentangled herself from him. The guys Mitchie and I were flirting with had left when we stopped dancing. Alex's escorts also left to flirt with a girl with red hair and big boobs.
Denny's dance partner stuck by her side, he leaned over to us and said "think we should all get know each other better, ne, Care to join me for a stroll?"
Alex was the first to answer "listen Mr. we aint that type of family, we're close but not that close."
He laughed, " As tempting as that sounds, I haven't got the time and neither have you. Follow me ladies" he said as he casually pushed pass us toward the exit of the club. We stood there for a second deciding whether or not to follow him, until Denny started walking after the silver haired man and like always we followed her. The silver haired stranger walked toward Denae's yellow hummer and giggled when he read the "Daddy's Girl" license plate.
He opened his mouth to comment, but Alex stopped him "You are so killing my buzz, can you hurry up I have shit to do."
He looked at her distastefully "My my aren't you rude," he said in a mock hurt voice. " I suppose I shall honor your request and make this brief, you haven't got a lot of time," he said condescendingly.
"What do you mean she hasn't got a lot of time," Mitchie voiced my thoughts.
"Not just her all of you, are running out of time" he stopped as to wait for another interruption but none came, we were all stunned into silence. " Sadly you are all going to die, very painful deaths, I might add very soon," he said not looking too sad at all. As a matter of fact the whole time he spoke he wore the same close-eyed grin. Warning bells rang in my head as I realized even though he was smiling, he was serious, he truly believed we were going to die.
"Are you threatening us," I said in a low threatening voice. If this guy thought he was just gonna get away with threatening me and my sisters he obviously didn't know who he was messing with.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he answered. " I was simply passing on a message, I thought you would like to have some forewarning so you could enjoy the little time you have left."
"Who are you?" Denae finally spoke up. Her tone sounded less angry then it should have in my opinion and I shot her a glare, but she only had eyes for the grinning creep before us.
"I am Gin Ichimaru," he said as his gaze slightly softened looking at my sister "look me up when you get to the Soul Society." He pushed away from the car and headed toward a black SUV that just pulled next to the Hummer, it was being driven by a man with bright blue hair.
"But what is the Soul Society?" Mitchie called as he opened the door.
"Oh you'll find out soon enough," he said laughingly, not bothering to turn around as he gave us a two finger wave goodbye.
Songs Mentioned in Chapter 1:
Not My Name-The Ting Tings
Shake It-Metro Station
Toma-Pitbull