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It's dark now. Dark and too quiet. The betrayel still ringing in her mind like the shattering of the most precious crystal. It hung there, clinging to the freying fragments of her mind like a spider, spinning its poisones web. Somewhere nearby water dripps from a stalagmite. The echo growing louder before it endend. Before the betrayel everything still made sense. The world didn't waver and shift like it does now. The ragged tear along her side continued to bleed as she breathed. A shuddering sigh escaped partched lips in the form of a name. „Lyn....“
It echoed into the bittersweet darkness. Her breathing hitched as a shimmer of light trailed down her cheek. Clutching her side in agony, she curled on the floor. The darkness growing ever closer as her breaths grew raged and frail. `It wasn't supposed to be like this!` She thought as warmth seemed to encase her. And just before the warmth turned to oblivion she drew a shuddering breath and whispered, „Why?“
The room was growing pale in the dawn light. It was a simple and pretty spartan off white color. A sturdy, worn desk was pushed against the far walland a colapsable plastic stool stood before it. A large simple bed was pushed against the other wall across from the door. Creem colored sheets in a tangled mess lay ontop and a pillow was thrown so that it hung on the very edge of one side of the bed. Just as the birds on the the railing of the balcony outside began to chirp a slightly muffled sigh was emitted from the mess of sheets on the bed. A pale effeminet hand with long tappered fingers grasped blindly towards a section of sheets that revealed a tanned thigh. Tugging lightly to cover said limb, the figure sighed again. The sheets rustled from the slight stirring. Instead of relaxing into sleep, however, the figure seemed to tense before uttering a louder, weary sigh. „Three, two.............one.~“ Whispered a raspy voice from its cloth coffin just as the door slammed open.
„Sora! It's wakey time!“ Screamed a higher, silky voice with glee as a girl pounced onto the figure on the bed. A pained grunt and muffled curse answered the girls cheery enthusiasm as air was forcfully expeled from `Sora's` lungs. A hand reached up to pull down a crumpled section of sheet, revealing sleep mussed spikes of varied length in a pale blue-grey color.
„Oh I'm sorry. Were you still asleep?“ Asked the girl in fake concern as she bounced happily on the sheet clad stomach below her. The blue haired girl ripped open a sleep encrusted eye to glare with red mahogany colored malice at the girl who was causing her to be awake. The previously bouncing girl grinned before sliding down to stradel her lower stomage, a hand carelessly throwing a wave of deep burning red hair over her shoulder. She was a paler color than the girl below her. Like a tan that had never set in quite right. Her figure almost sprightly from the chest down. She narrowed her blue-green eyes at Sora in retaliation. She had known this would be a fierce battle, it always was. She stretched slowly, up with her hands reaching for the ceiling, before allowing herself to flow bonelessly against her friends body. She crossed her armes over her friends chest and rested her chin there, grinning brightly at Sora's slightly pink-tinted expression.The bluenette slowly relaxed, rolling her eyes heavenward in a silent question of,`why?` before sighing deeply. It seemed to be like an unspoked language between them, because the red head suddently smiled a blinding smile that could make anyone pause. Sensing victory, the red haired girl turned her expression apologetic before throwing a slight whine into her normally lilting voice.
„I'm sorry Sora. But the fridge is growing cobwebs and the leftovers are zombifying themselves. And your the one that said I'm not allowed in the market by myself.“ She reminded with that same kicked puppy expression. At the same time kicking her feet a little to keep her friend from falling back asleep. Sora seemed to say something sarcastic for a moment, but her stomache chose that moment to make its presence know. Loudly. Sora stared at said part of her anatomy with a mingled expression of horror and annoyance as her friend collapsed into fits of hilarity. The laughing girl poked it slightly and grinned at her friend with a happy grin.
„See? Your stomach seemes to agree with me.“ She chortled, rolling of her friend and the bed as Sora tryed to kick her. She danced to the door with a little jib of victory. Pausing just long enough to notice that her friend was reaching for the pillow. „Just grab a showe and meet me in the living room okay?“ She said before dodgin the pillow and laughingly running out the door. The pillow dropped harmlessly to the flow with a sad thump, apparently as dissapointed as its thrower that they had missed.
The bluenette just shook her head, still half asleep, before rolling out of bed and twisting the sheet around her body with the grace of practice. A long yawn was followed by a stretch that seemed to pop every bone in her body. The sheet slipped just a little, revealing a puckered, raised scar that rolled down from her shoulder, across her chest, and down to where her pelvic bone met thigh. She wrapped the sheet tighter about her form as she stumbled, half blind, to the bathroom.
The light flickered on as she walked in. Revealing a basic, white tiled shower room with a huge cracked mirror against the far wall from the showerhead. Sora shuffled into the room, doing her best zombie impression. „Start shower“ She told the room, blearlily blinking as the hot spray started, quickly steaming up the mirror. She dropped the sheet and dragged herself under the hot spray. Almost groaning in pleasure as the too hot water washed over her and relaxed the rest of her body. She quickly grabbed the soap, washing herself and her hair before rinsing off and leaning against the tiles to enjoy the rest of the hot water.
Her form was musch like that of her friends. Small, though slightly taller, with a deeper tan that spoke of long years of hard work under the light of the sun.Her curves were smaller though. Her form more male with an effeminen flare. Small breasts the same dusky color as the rest of her. The only thing that marred her body was the long, hatefull scar and the Slumped stance she had taken since falling out of bed.
Sora grabbed along the wall for a towel, rubbing it across her face and body as she walked to stand infront of the mirror. Scuffing the towel roughly through her hair, she raised her eyes to glare at the image reflected back at her. A dark, predetory sort of cruelty seemed to stirr behind her eyes as she stared into the reflection. She shook herself hard. Expelling the thoughts from her head.
„No.“ She growled out as her hand scuffed harshly through her hair. „Not today. I won't allow it.“ TheThere was a slight tremor that seemed to shake her body as she glared hatefully at her reflection. Then her expression evened out into a soft, triumphant smile as the darkness and hate fled her eyes.
She stood back to her full height, dragging the towel one more time through her hair as she walked out of the bathroom and towards the closet. Throwing it at her bed, she turned to the closet, pulling it open to stare instide with blank amusement. Inside were just a few items. An old faded blue shirt with old, sanscript writng aross the chest, a pair of jip hugging ripped jeans with double belts hanging limply, and a pair of old scuffed up army boots. Shaking her head, she quickly pulled on shirt and jeans before stuffing her feet into the boots and slamming the door. ´I have got to find a better paying customer soon.` She thought to herself as she tramped down the hall at her usual ground eating pace.
She threw open the door, heading straight towards the small, beat-up looking couch that sat in the middle of what some people would sceptically call the living room. The only thing laying on the couch was a black leather holster, which she imediately strapped on, and a book of japanese poetry. Glancing around at the beat up room, she snorted in disgust. Each of the four walls had some sort of huge badly patched hole running though it. The small, rather beat looking T.V. That sat at the opposit end of the couch was sat on a crate that had also seen better years.
Reaching to one of her holsters she drew out one of the few well maintained objects in the room. A Beautiful, deadly looking Desert Eagel. Angel wings were inscribed along the holster, along with the words ´No Surrender.` She expertly checked the gun over and loaded the magazine with custom bullets, holstering it and reaching over to check the other. Just as she holstered the other, footsteps crashed loudly down the hall. The door was still open from when she had flung it open, so there was nowhere to stand that could protect her in case of an attack.
„Sora! If your in there, you'd better close your eyes!“ Shouted her friend as she hurdled towards the living room. Sora just sighed, deciding to be obliging, and closed her eyes. „Lyn, you do realize that I am in no way pleased with the fact that it's seven in the moring, right?“ She asked as she heard the girl walk into the room. A silver chuckle rang through the room as something was tossed onto the couch next to her. Sora fought down her automatic reaction to an unseen noise by reapeating to herself that `it's just Lyn´ over and over again.
Lyn seemed to know that standing there with her eyes closed was making her friend uncomfortable. She made sure to move loudly, rusteling her hair on purpose or stepping loudly on purpose. Sora just smiled wrily. „I know that you know that this is definetly frustrating. What's so important?“ She asked curiously. Lyn's laughter echoed again as she stepped forward, boldly now. „Okay.“ She said as she touched one of her friends ears. „This is gonna pince a little. Try not to deck me like last time, ne?“ She said as Sora felt a light pressure on the appendage. Lyn stepped back after the pressure faded. And something else rustled. A slight breeze came towards her along with the scent of roses and leather waffed through the room.
„Okay. You can open your eyes now.“ Lyn said. Sora felt a slight grin tugging at her lips as she opened her eyes to see a smugly grinning Lyn standing before her holding up a long red leather jacket. Deep rustic orange colored fur lined the sleves and inner part of the neck lining. Sora reached up to feel the slightly warmed metal wing that was now hanging from her ear. „Thank you.“ She whispered, a little awed that Lyn had found something so pretty as red leather and was willing to give it up.
„What, did you think I would forget so easily? Today is super important!“ She said as she impatiently passed the jacket to her friend. Relishing the look of pleasure on Sora's face as the leather slid smoothly over her skin. She shrugged into the jacket and zipped it about half way up. It came to her knees, though the sleeves only covered her wrists. The red and orange colors blended perfectly with the tan skin, and Lyn felt a thrill of pleasure as she saw the shy grin Sora gave her.
„There. It fit's you perfectly. Just like I knew it would!“ She exclaimed, hugging the bluenette around the waist and dragging her out the door. Sora just followed along in amused silence, as she relished the feel of her new jacket and Lyn's warm arms around her waist.
 Enxydys · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 06:14pm · 0 Comments |
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