~Jeez, I haven't updated in forever. Sorry guys;). I promise to not be so lazy, cause I have like three other chapters I could update soo, yeah.
Disclaimer: If I owned Air Gear, you would know.
Senritsu
At school the next day, the four showed up. Akito had a bruise on his head. He played it off laughing about how he fell down the stairs. My heart tore. I noticed Agito was really quiet and snippy all day. The result? We both got a detention. Why? Simple.
I was the only one Agito didn't threaten half the time. Not to mention I could keep him occupied on stuff other than hurting people. So teachers partnered us up all the time to prevent uneeded injuries. Needless to say, we got in an argument. What was it about? I honestly don't remember.
When we got out, it was pouring rain outside.
"Fuck!" Agito groaned.
"What?"
"AT's don't run in water dipshit" he said blandly.
"Yeah, but don't yours?"
"Not right now, Akito has to tune them."
"Ah" I said.
We stood there for a few seconds. I blew out a breath.
"I have someone picking me up. Do you want to come along and get dropped off later?" I asked.
"Why would I want to go anywhere with you?" he asked.
"I simply offered" I said tightly.
He shrugged.
"Whatever" he said.
On cue, a black car pulled up.
"Definately not suspicious" Agito muttered.
"Shutup" I told him as we got in the car.
Honestly, with him sometimes...
"Miss Aoyoama, who is this?" my driver asked.
My driver was a girl, short brown hair, black sunglasses, bright red lipstick. She had brown eyes, that were visible as she pinned me with a look.
"This is Agito, he's in my class. Agito this is my driver, Misa" I explained inroducing them.
Misa gave Agito a bland look like she didn't even want to be bothered with his existence. Agito stared out the window and didn't acknowledge either of our presences. I sighed.
"Are we going to stop by Trina's for your outfit?" Misa asked flipping the visor down to check her makeup.
"Yeah" I said tiredly, flopping back in the seat.
Misa peeled off the sidewalk, driving like a race car driver. I was used to it by now. In fact, I enjoyed the feeling of the car accelerating. I always loved to go fast. It explained my love of AT's.
Agito
Why the hell was I even here? I could have walked home, yet somehow ended up tagging along for what? Some shopping spree? Fuck that. Fuck this. Fuck me. Fuck. Not to mention that driver that thought she was a fucking race car driver. I mean did she have to take the turns so fast the back two wheels went fish-tailing.
Senritsu looked totally fine with it. And since when was she the daughter of some rich family? She had a personal driver for fuck's sake! So why was she at our house all of the time!? What was the point of extra cash when you were loaded!? I found it irritating. I wonder if she pitied people lower than her.
I wanted to laugh. It was sick humor. No wonder everything was so prim and perfect when it came to her. She was lying back on the seat, a pained look on her face. Her eyes were closed. The driver hit the brakes so hard, we both almost flew out the windshield.
"Fuck" I said.
"Misa! You could have gave us a warning!" Senritsu complained.
"We're here" she replied, checking her lipstick in the mirror.
I opened the door and got out. It was still wet outside. The rain had let up temporarily. Senritsu got out right behind me and went into a store. It was called Trina's, in fancy lettering. It was a dress store. I headed the other direction. Senritsu was out the door, after me, and dragging me back inside before I could say anything.
"I am not going in a fucking dress store!" I yelled.
"Shut up!" she hissed, "be quieter".
"Fuck you" I hissed back.
"Later" she said waving a hand at me.
"What the fuck?" I said as I processed what she just said.
A lady burst out, carrying fabrics, from the side door. She saw us and rushed over.
"Senritsu! Oh baby how long has it been! I've missed you SO much!" the lady squealed as she crushed Senritsu in a death grip.
"Yeah, nice to see you too Trina" Senritsu fake laughed.
"Agito this is Trina. She's an American designer" Senritsu explained turning back to me.
I stared at her. She gave me a dirty look and turned back to Trina.
"He doesn't get out much. He's not used to people. Try to ignore his shyness" Senritsu whispered loud enough for me to hear.
You dirty bitch, I thought mentally.
Trina nodded, totally believing the lie.
I am NOT shy, nor am I an inverted person. Fuck her. I was never at the house. Like hell if I never got out much.
"So I'm assuming you're here for the party, hmm?" Trina asked.
Senritsu's face got guarded.
"Yeah. I need clothes" she replied blandly.
"Perfect! I've been designing stuff just for you! This is why you need to join my photo shoot..." she droned on and on as I tuned her out.
Senritsu acted like she was paying attention, all while keeping an eye on me. She acted like I was going to set the clothes on fire. I mean, I might, MAYBE, but only if Lind was here. I'd tie him to a shelf or something and set the place on fire to kill him. A Good riddance in my mind. We all rounded the corner to see the driver come out of the dressing room, shirtless, with a black, lacy push-up bra on.
"Trina, why is this material so itchy?" she asked nonchalant.
"MISA!" Senritsu exclaimed, getting red in the face.
I was halfway out the doorway when Senritsu caught me this time.
"You are staying!"
"Let me go! I'm not doing whatever sick thing you're pulling!"
"Its not like that! Misa was doing it on purpose!"
"I don't fucking care!"
"Thats too bad! You're staying because I need your opinion and I haven't touched one thing in your room for a week!" she said.
Damn her.
"Don't act like I owe you anything!"
"You do too! I could clean your entire room!" she threatened.
I let my grip on the door go. She fell backwards at the sudden release. She stood up and dusted off her skirt.
"GO" she pointed behind her.
I muttered curses, but she ignored them.
"Okay Trina, what do you have?"
Trina grinned and disappeared into a room. She came back out with various dresses.
"You have to try them ALL on" she gushed.
I was going to get sick on all this frill. I wanted to add blood and fire and tear up stuff as bad as and OCD person wants to fix creased paper or messed up books. Senritsu grabbed the top one and disappeared into the dressing room.
A second later she came out. The dress was a pale blue. Underneath the breasts was wrapped around with ribbon, the top all creased and strapless, the rest cascaded down like water. She got OOh's and such from the other two but she looked straight at me.
"So?" she asked.
"What the hell are you? A fucking dolphin? Go cover your face in a shit blender and you'll make the part" I told her.
Trina and Misa's jaws dropped.
Dead serious, Senritsu replied "Thank you Agito".
She grabbed the next dress and disappeared.
This one was golden. It had a V-neck with thick straps, it cut low in the back, was bunched on the sides, and cut off about mid-thigh.
Once again, ignoring the other girls comments, she looked at me.
I sighed.
"You look like a golden glitter glue bottle" I told her.
I recieved death looks that I ignored.
"Next one" Senritsu said.
She dropped the blue one and grabbed the next dress.
It went on like that for a while.
Senritsu came out in a lavendar colored dress. The under layer was a lavendar and the top layer which was a bunch of mesh cut out in dress form of a bunch of flowers. It had thin straps and went past the knee.
"Are you planning on being a grandma at your own funeral?" I asked.
"Do you have to put down everything she puts on! She's stunning in these!" Misa yelled at me.
I was wondering how long until she cracked. Before I could make the problem bigger, Senritsu spoke.
"Misa, I invited him for a reason. I want his opinion. He doesn't care if he makes me cry. If I look like shit in a dress, he'll tell me. That's what I wanted. If I look like a grandma going to her own funeral, then I'm trying something else."
"But they've all been bad so far according to him" she spat.
I smirked.
"Don't worry. He can make everything sound bad, so whatever sounds least terrible is pretty damn good" she said, grabbing another dress.
Don't be so sure.
The next one had a tiny, fluffy skirt that was various colors of purple and white. The top was a simple strapless corset.
"You look like a sugarplum fairy" I snickered.
Senritsu covered a smile.
She grabbed the last dress of the stack.
"Oh wait! Dear that dress shouldn't be in there" Trina apologized.
"No I want to try it on" Senritsu replied.
"O-okay" Trina said, glancing at me nervously.
I saw before she went in that the dress was red. Red looked terrible with her. She came out.
The dress was a chinese-type one. It was red golden buttons that were connected by a golden string all the way down to where it stopped, giving way to the skirt part. There was a slit up the side. It went pretty high. There were no sleeves, and top had a collar. The edges of everything on the dress was outlined in white.
She was looking right at me. I could see it in her eyes though. She liked it. She wanted my opinion. I could crush the light though, and tell her she looked like a lobster. I could feel the death stares at me. The said, tell one bad thing and we will kill you. So I said my true opinion.
"You look like a cocktail waitress" I said blandly.
Senritsu smiled brightly.
"Really?!"
"A slutty one though" I added.
"But I look like a cocktail waitress though right!?"
"More like a lobster!"
Senritsu danced around. Then she whirled around to Trina and Misa.
"I want this one! This one!"
"What about that orange one? You looked nice in that" Trina said weakly.
"I don't want to look like a flourescent orange" Senritsu said, mouth puckering up on one side like she tasted something sour.
Misa sighed.
"Why do you value his opinion so much!?" she exclaimed.
I'd like to know as well. I looked over at her. She gave us puzzled looks, like it was obvious.
"Because he's Agito". Like that was explaination enough.
"Whatever" Misa sighed.
They paid for it and I looked outside. It was pouring rain again. The rain slid down the window. I envied the falling rain. It got one endless death-defying rush before it exploded and formed into others. Those others formed one big puddle. They were unified forever. And then they dried up and died.
Its like you were independant, then forced to gather to survive, then dying in a battle you would never win. It was a fascinating thing. The rain could be fighting again and again, in one continuous cycle. It was futile every time though. I admired its determination.
Yet the rain also reminded me of blood. There could be demons or angels fighting in the sky and as they fight, blood showers the earth. We live off their life source. That was fucking awesome though. I wanted to see real red blood rain though. Feel the stickiness of it, as it showers down...
"Agito?"
The voice pulls me from the blood outside. I realize my hand is on the window. I stuff it in my pocket and look at her. She looks outside.
"I love the rain" she says dreamily.
That's all it is to her. Water. H20. Hydration. Useless shit.
"Sometimes I wonder if every rain drop is like a cast out person from their home. And they fall a long way until they hit the ground. They pool together, to try to survive, but they were never meant to live in a dry climate as ours. And so, they die." the entranced look on her face is so peaceful.
"But that must sound stupid to you" she says snapping out of her trance.
"Its blood" I say.
"What?"
"I never said anything" I walk out the door, leaving it at that.
They drop me off at my house. When I walk in I smell the cigarettes and beer. Fuck. I slip off my tennis shoes, and walk up the stairs quietly. On the third step from the top, the stair creaks.
. .Fuck, I cuss internally.
I hear footsteps. I look up, putting on a bland expression. Kaito appears.
"Where have you been?"
He steps down the stairs crucially slow.
"It was a long walk home".
"Three hours of a walk huh?"
I say nothing. He pauses on the stairs.
"Where's Akito?" I finally say.
"Not here" Kaito says.
An anger at him lights up so fast and burns so bad, I want to throw him down the stairs and beat the truth out of him. I don't move.
"Akira?"
"He's occupied with problems at the Station. Now tell me Agito, why are you not at the station?"
My anger is getting so bad my chest starts heaving. It hurts to breath. My vision unfocuses then snaps back, painfully clear. I hear whispers in my head.
Go for the throat. A punch in the trachea will stun him. Shove him down the stairs after that.
"Was I supposed to?"
Kaito is slamming against the wall by the throat before I can blink, making the air whoosh out.
"Think you're funny little shit?"
I focus on the tiny bit of air I can swallow. He pushes harder and my throat's air is cut off. I hold back coughs, but my body's desperation for air is starting to overwhelm me.
"You're slacking lately. You don't show up, you don't listen, you're developing quite an attitude. Such an ungrateful little brat" he spits.
There is a black haze forming around my eyes vision. I can't hear his words very well. Pain blooms on the side of my face. I realize I've been smacked. His hand lets up a bit on my throat. I suck in a thin trail of air.
"What do you have to say?"
Kaito's words come in sharp and clear.
"Why aren't you dead yet?" I spit, my anger letting the words slip.
The all around pain doesn't register until I hit the halfway stair, hard. The rest of the wooden stairs are merciless as I tumble to the landing. I try to breathe, but my body is so stunned it does nothing for a few seconds. I can't even breathe. It hurts so bad when I do get air in. My head lolls to where Kaito is walking down the stairs.
"Fuck you" I say weakly, but the venom is still there.
Pain erupts in my leg, with a loud bang. I know what happened without looking. He shot me. Rubber bullets or not, they tear up my muscles, leaving them in knots and a nasty bruise.
"I think you need a time-out" Kaito says holding the gun, pointed at my face.
The last thing I see is the black hole in the barrel before it sucks me into it.
~Cliffhanger! OOOOH, hahaha I'll update:)