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Story Twenty-five: House of Fakes and Liars
Summary: Sometimes it's easier to lie then to allow your heart to open.
Timeline: A few days after War of the Roses
An: I'm really tired, had a long day at work… but anyways I was on google and was looking up birds of Juban, but all I could find was birds native to Japan. Too tired to do anymore research so I had a pokemon moment, 'I chose you, Coal tit". Don't know if it's native to Juban but too tired to care.
Vocabulary:
Kenshi: Lit translation: Swordsman in reference to someone who practices Kendo
Wakizashi: Traditional Japanese sword with a shoto blade between thirty to sixty centimeters, similar to, but shorter than a katana.
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A tune, fanciful in its cruel beauty saturated the brisk air surrounding his patrons in its notes of delight. Though, unfortunately with all great artists of the winds the song fell on deaf ears, ignored by all whom past, all except a solitary figure. Spotting his audience the coal tit hopped ever closer, the tones filling and capturing the young girl while he dramatically flapped his wings with the skill of a fine conductor.
Ecstasy filled the girl, eyes dilated she unconsciously took a step towards the bird, her pink lips puckering in preparation of a serenade.
"What a noisy creature," An abrasive voice sounded, frightening the young coal tit. The once perfectly cast spell crumbled, crashing towards the sidewalk and with a bow the bird bided the girl adieu before taking off into the vast skies. "Usagi," Rubeus crooned and unwillingly the blonde haired beauty turned towards him.
"Yes," Usagi tried to sound quite refined as her hand itched, practically begging for her wakizashi.
Parting his lips to answer Rubeus, shocked, found himself tasting brick when suddenly, seemly to appear out of thin air Mamoru materialized at his side. No sooner did his feet touch the ground beside the offensive man did he round house kick him into the neighboring brick wall. "Stay away from my woman," Mamoru grounded out the words through gritted teeth.
Usagi blinked, fringing shock and picture perfect innocents while a set of boys standing directly behind her quivered.
"That kendo club caption is pretty intense," One of the boys commented.
"I don't think we should allow him to get too close to Usagi, she's far too innocent." The second boy replied earning him a piercing glare from Mamoru's sea colored orbs. All of the muscles in the boy's spine stiffened as angry slits descended upon him, "Save yourself!" He called out to Usagi before he and his friend ran in the opposite direction from their school.
"Innocent?" Mamoru laughed. "You have them all quite fooled, if they only knew the truth."
Usagi sneered, "What do you pretend to know, silly little kenshi?"
"I know the Kino clan took you in when you were young," Mamoru took a step forward; unconsciously his fingers threading themselves into her golden locks. "You fight more out of guilt rather then your own ambitions," Narrowed, angry eyes greeted him. "And, I know you're madly in love with me, why else would you transfer to my school."
A laugh ripped up Usagi's jugular and in two quick strides she had the boy pinned up against the brick wall beside the unconscious red-head. "Me? In love with you?" She barked out a laugh while the tip of her lusty blade pressed up against his thigh. "I love no one, you understand? Now, be a good kenshi and cease in creating an annoyance of yourself or would you rather I dispose of you?"
"I would accept anything you'd be willing to give me," Mamoru placed his hand over hers and pushed the blade's tip into his welcoming flesh. "Even death," Usagi's brow furrowed. "All I ask in return is you accept my affections," He replied, reaching deep within his school jacket retrieving a solitary rose.
Usagi's orbs shifted from his to the rose, her nose scrunching up. "I hate roses," She commented, removing her scarlet tipped blade. Without further wasted breath the blonde haired girl turned back towards the school, trying to resume her route to the front gate but no sooner had she lifted her foot did Mamoru take a hold of her hand.
"Liar," Mamoru whispered rather seductively in her ear, his skilled digits already threading the rose into her blonde locks.
A faint ghost of a smile threatened to appear on the young girl's lips but unconsciously she kept the action at bay for fear of what it could possibly mean.
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An: ills falls asleep on top of her keyboard.
Thank god for stress relief hobbies such as this fine one after work but ills is dead to the world right now. It's the end of the month so everything on every account needs to be posted and we're behind. Ah! See you tomorrow.. maybe? We shall see my little princess that I love to spoil.
ills