Hey guys, sorry for the lack of uploads, but there's been a lot of stuff going on recently. I can't guarantee that I'll update often, but I will have another update by christmas. Please don't yell at me.

Reason #8: Confessions

Starflight sat on his bed, holding Fatespeaker's camera in his hands. The pictures on the small screen lit up the dark room, coating in a soft white glow. He felt the tears spring to his eyes, and blinked rapidly. He turned it off, plunging the room into darkness, and handing it back to Fatespeaker.

"I've seen enough." He whispered. Fatespeaker nodded. She stood up.

"If you need someone to talk to, you have my number, and I'm just down the hall." She sighed, and left the room, closing the door behind her. She grinned. One down. Now, it's just Riptide. She was about to walk away, back to her own room, when the door behind her opened.

"I want to talk to Riptide." He said. Fatespeaker nodded.

"I'll set it up." Satrflight nodded, and vanished back into the dark cave that was his room. Fatespeaker smiled to herself. This was going to be good. She walked down the hall, and opened her door. Inside, stood Riptide.

"Oh. Hey. Look, if we're gonna do anything," He began, raising his eyebrows at that part. "It needs to be soon. I have practice." Fatespeaker nodded, not paying attention. She needed to get him to say the right answer. She pulled out her phone, and pretended to text. However, she flipped on the voice recorder.

"I have a question." Riptide nodded.

"I need you to be absolutely honest." Riptide just nodded aprehensively. "Do you like Starflight?" Riptide nodded.

"Are you kidding, I don't like him. I freaking love the guy! The way he works with his music, the small blush when you notice, the way he thinks nobody noticies what he does. I'd kiss the guy, if I ever got the chance." Fatespeaker nodded. She had to actually try to resist smiling. She stood up.

"I'll be back." She said, and walked out of the room. She sat down on the computer in the living room, and plugged in her phone. 15 minutes later, she had what she wanted. She smiled, unplugged her phone. She walked over to Starflight's room, and knocked.

"Starflight?" She said, opening the door slowly. The room was still dark. "I spoke with Riptide. You wanna hear what he has to say?" A small m-hm sounded. Fatespeaker pulled out her phone, and played the audio file.

"Do you like starflight?"

"Are you kidding? The Freak? No, I don't like him." Fatespeaker stopped the audio. You didn't live around a computer geek without picking up a few things.

"Is he here?" Starflight asked. The pain in his voice was somewhat hidden, veiled to those that weren't looking for it.

"Yeah. You wanna talk with him?" The lights flicked on, and Starflight nodded. Fatespeaker left the room, and walked to her own. "Starflight wants to talk to you." Riptide stood up, and followed her to his room.

Warning! Profanity Ahead!

"Thank you. Can you leave the recording? And close the door." Fatespeaker left her phone, nodded, and left, closing the door behind her. "Freak? Is that what I am to you? Huh?" He said, staring at the floor, the rage in his voice barely concealed. "Did you notice how I look at you? Did you realize that you're important to me? Did you think, Oh, This is rich. Let's play around with his emotions! Is that all I am to you you egotistical, self-centerd little fuck? A fucking toy?" He yelled, causing the A.I. to appear.

"Master.."

"Can it Bellator!" Starflight yelled. Riptide looked shocked.

"What the fuck are you talking about! I fucking love the way you do what you do!"

"Is that why you said this?" Starflight cried, playing the recording. Riptide backed away.

"I never said that. I never said anything like that. I siad that I loved you. I love the way you work! I have nothing but love for you!" Starflight never stopped.

"What else didn't you say! What else? You fucking Bstard! What else is just an accusation! Huh? Can you tell me! I fucking loved you! Maybe you knew! Am I that? Am I just a way for you to get your daily shits and giggles?" Riptide backed away further.

"No, Starflight, that's fake! I would never…"

"Never what? Come on, tell me, never what? If you say that you'd never toy with someone, you're an even bigger bastard than i thought. I've seen you do it with girls! You self-centered, arrogant Bitch! Get the fuck out of my room! I never want to see your ugly face again. I loved you!" Starflight yelled, tears forming in his eyes. Riptide backed away. The door opened quickly behind him. He backed out of it.

"But Starflight! I love you! Come on! Can't we just…" His statement was cut short, as the door slammed hard in his face. Behind him, stood a grinning Fatespeaker. "You bitch. This is your fault. Remeber, when you look at his face, that all the pain he ever went through was because of you. Greedy-ass." Riptide hissed, turning on his heel to leave. "Oh. When He realizes the truith, I'm here for him. You're not. Remeber that." Riptide turned and left, slamming the door behind him. Fatespeaker thought on what he said. Maybe it was all her fault, but oh well, no pain no gain, right? She knocked softly on his door.

"Starflight?" She began to open it, but it slammed closed again.

"Get away. You let me talk to him. You let him in here. Leave me alone." Came the sobbing voice from the other side.

"If you need to talk, I'm here." No answer. Fatespeaker sighed. This wasn't part of the plan. She walked back to her own room. A job well done. A sudden thought struck her. She went back to Starflight's room. She opened the door gently. "Calm down. I'm just here to grab my phone." She said softly into the room. She creaked the door open, and stepped inside. Starflight sat on the bed, her phone in his hand, playing the recording over and over.

"Why can't I hate him?" He whispered. Fatespeaker sat down next to him.

"Because you loved him. Love isn't easy to turn to hate." She said. Starflight lay his head on her shoulder, the recording on playback. Fatespeaker put her hand to his chin, turning it to face her. She placed her lips on his, gently, tasting the salt of his tears. She pulled away. "I'm here if you need me. Keep the phone as long as you need to." She said, standing up, and walking out of the door.

Starflight touched two fingers to his lips, almost hoping to feel the soft gentleness of Fatespeaker's lips on his.

"Baby! Where are we going?" Glory cried. After all, being dragged by Deathbringer through the mall was not exactly on her bucket list.

"Don't worry. I've got a surprise!" He answered.

"Oh great, because that sentence never makes me worry," She grumbled. As they staggered along, Glory wondered how exactly she'd gotten into this mess. One minute, they're eating comfortably at the food court, and the next, Deathbringer is up and running, Glory dragging behind him. So far, they hadn't run into anyone, but Glory knew that it was only a matter of time. As it was, she had barely managed to avoid the sales cart in the middle of the hall. Eventually, her foot caught on something, and she was sent sprawling to the floor. Deathbringer only felt her weight shift, and let go of her hand. Glory kneeled.

"Where are we going, anyways?" She looked at her, and tilted his head.

"We're going indoor skydiving." He answered, without a hint of humor in his voice. Glory just looked up at him from where she sat on the floor.

"Skydiving?" She aske incredulously. Deathbringer nodded, and pulled her to her feet. He continued to drag her along, but Glory wasn't paying attention anymore. She had a big fear of heights.

No, she reminded herself, not heights, falling. Indoor skydiving was basically an endless fall. She stumbled behind Deathbringer, almost as limp as a ragdoll. She looked up to ask a question, and froze. In front of her, was a large, clear, plastic tube, standing tall, with a sort of net, at each end. "Please tell me that this isn't it." She whispered to him. Deathbringer just nodded.

"Come on. It's going to be fun!" Deathbringer cried, pulling Glory along behind him. Glory just shivered, as she was dragged behind him. They stood in line for fifteen minutes. Every minute, the pit in her stomach grew and grew. Finally, they stood at the front of the line.

"Next!" The man called. Deathbringer stepped forward, holding her by the wrist.

"We're up!" He said. The man looked at them, and nodded. He handed them two csuits, designed for skydiving. They each went into their respective lockers and changed. When they's finished everything, (including a safety tutorial that deathbriger believed was unceccesary,), They stood at the entrance to the wind tunnel. "Go on in. I'll be right behind you." He told her. She nodded, and swallowed hard. Glory could feel the powerful turbines pushing the air at high speeds. She was about to turn back, but Deathbringer nudged her foward, and she screamed, losing her eyes. She forced them closed, expecting to feel the sharp blades of the fan any minute now. However, the only thing she felt, was the wind rushing by her. She peeked one eye open, and stared at the fan, some twenty feet below her. She began to laugh, but something touched her back, and she curled up. The wind move a little faster', and she threw her arms and legs as far as she could, trying to catch the sides of the cilinder, and catch herself. Instead, she felt herself rising again. This time, Deathbringer floated next to her, ath the top of the tube.

"Impressed yet?" He asked, smiling. Glory nodded silently, not trusting herself to talk, in case anything happened. He laughed, and scrunched up, dropping to the bottom unbelievably quick. He falred again, near the botom, just enough to not drop any further, and began to do flips, and turns. Glory watched from the top of the cylinder. Eventually, their time in uthe tube was over, and Glory was just glad for it. Back in the genral area of the mall, they mad ehteir way to the food court. They were stopped short, by a cry of "DEATHY!" Glory just groaned. She knew that voice. Glancing behind her, she sighed. There stood the local drama queen, Blaze. She glanced at deathbringer, and his face held no reaction, as impassive as ever. She ran up to them, and wrapped her arms aroun dhis waist.

"Hello Blaze. You don't have somewhere to be right now?" He asked politely, though why he did it, was beyond Glory. Blaze shook her head, buried in the back of his neck. Deathbringer nodded gently. "So is that why you followed me?" Blaze jumped backwards.

"Y-you noticed?" Deathbringer turned around, and nodded. Blaze wailed loudly. "NOOOOOOOO! I'm so out of pracitce!" Deathbringer sighed.

"It's kind of easy to see you with all of the flourescent pink you're wearing." He said. Blaze recovered quickly.

"You like my outfit?" She beamed. Deathbringer leaned back awkwardly.

"I didn't say that." He mumbled.

"Well, anyways, Deathy, I have somewhere to be, I will see you later," Blaze said, and quickly kissed Deathbringer on the lips, before turning around, and skipping away. He turned around to face Glory again. He couldn't see her face, because the cap she'd brought covered her face, especially since she was staring almost directly at the floor.

"What was that?" She asked, steel in her voice.

"That was a custom from another country, why? Are you jealous?" He teased gently. Unfortunately for him, gently wasn't enough. Glory lashed out with a fist, making contact with his chest.

"What do you mean from another country?" Glory hissed. Deathbringer was glad that the particular path they'd taken was almost abandoned.

"She's an exchange student for a year." He managed to wheeze out. The punch hadn't been particularly strong, but it had been well placed. Glory just stood there. "A… kiss… is… another… way… to… say… goodbye…" Deathbringer continued, trying to breath in. Glroy just continued standing there for a minute, a;most as if pondering his words. Then, she turned on her heel, and walked away. By the time that Deathbringer had recovered his breath, he'd lost sight of her. "Dammit. Why won't she just trust!" He growled to himself, before stalking off to find her. Meanwhile, Glory slipped out silently from behind a pillar. If he was going anywhere, shed know, because she wasn't about to lose him from her sight.

Tsunami laughed gently. Sunny was curled up next to her on the couch, hiding under the blanket, as the screen lit up red and orange.

"Are all the movies you like this violent?" Sunny asked quietly from under the blanket. Tsunami shook her head.

"No, not all. There's some good romances that I enjoy." She said. Sunny sighed.

"Why couldn't we have watched one of those?" She asked, her hand snaking out from under the blanket to grabn some more popcorn from the bowl. Tsunami shrugged. Explosions filled the screen again, and Tsunami shut it off.

"I'm tired." She said, yawning. Tsunami leaned back, layin her head on the armrest of the sofa. Sunny lay on top of her, Her eeys already closing, her breathing slowing down. Tsunami smiled spftly, and closed her eyes. Tomorrow would be a new day. Maybe things would be different, maybe they wouldn't. Either way, She'd turn it to her favor. She'd been doing that for four years, after all.

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