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Jealousy
A/N: Hey! Sorry for taking so long! =-S Hopefully you’ll enjoy this chapter…it’s full of…erm…stuff! ^^ hehe
PAIRING: Blue x ?
CH 5: Jealousy
I couldn’t help but gasp as I found myself staring at the demure young maiden who was gazing back at me shyly, her lily-white skin almost seeming to glow within the soft rays of the moonlight from overhead as she took a slight step forward. Her long, light pink hair trickled in cascading waves down to the small of her back like liquid silk, a flowing pink crinoline adorning her petite figure and falling to just above her knees where a pair of matching boots just barely met the fabric. Her eyes were very large and bewitching, their pale red depths almost beckoning to me as I continued to stand there like a slack-jawed oaf.
It was even worse than I had originally anticipated. This girl was the flower maiden and she was beautiful. No wonder Kiba was constantly talking about her; she was not only lovely with a body that I’d have to do a million Pilates to achieve, but she was very gentle in manner, as well.
Cheza was surreal…a phantasm. Every movement she made was like that of a gentle breeze, her willowy limbs wisping her along with the grace of a flower bowing amidst the winds of a summer storm. Everything she did was beautiful, and for that I couldn’t help but harbor just a tad of bitter resentment.
After all, I wasn’t beautiful, I wasn’t graceful, I wasn’t elegant, and I most certainly wasn’t the object of Kiba’s affections. It was quite clear to any onlooker that he cared deeply for the flower maiden and worshiped the very ground she walked on; an unsurprising feat for such a frail beauty, yet aggravating, nonetheless.
Why couldn’t I be adored and worshiped and showered in the love and respect that I so sorely desired – that I so sorely needed?
Oh, what I would give for somebody to love me like that just once – and yet I know better. Kiba, after all, is like trying to capture light in a bottle; he’s there, but you could never touch him even if you wanted to. I doubt that he’d ever give me the time of day, anyway, so there’s no use in fantasizing over things that will never come true.
And as for Hige…well…let’s just say that I doubt he’s actually interested in me for me. I mean, he tried to kiss me after our second actual conversation; not too promising, right? My life is so messed up right now that it’s not even funny…God, if only I’d never met Kiba!
“Blue?”
I immediately looked up, shocked that I had been addressed by the flower maiden, herself. She was gazing back at me with pale, expectant carbuncle-red eyes, her tiny white hand reaching out to me as she remarked, “You haven’t said a word, Blue…don’t you recognize me?”
“N-no” I admitted, far too frightened to return her gaze due to the fear of what I might find. “You look very familiar, and yet somehow completely different.”
Cheza smiled warmly. “Don’t be afraid, Blue…I have changed greatly since my death. This is why I grew out of my childish looks and no longer speak in the third person. This is my spirit form.”
Toboe looked up at her with wide amber eyes, his lips in a tremendous grin as he exclaimed, “You’re Cheza? Wow! Was I really a wolf in my past life?”
“Yes” Cheza conceded, giggling at the exuberant look upon his charming young face.
“So then…I have a great sense of smell, too?” Toboe continued to fish, testing out his sensory glands by sniffing my boot. Before I could tell him to cut it out he had already added, “Then I also lick myself like I dog? Cuz that’s pretty gross…”
I groaned in embarrassment, yet Cheza laughed as if it were the most amusing thing in the world. Bending down so that they were now eye-to-eye, the flower maiden stroked Toboe’s cheek, only to then envelope him within her willowy arms and pull him in for a sweet and tender embrace.
Toboe’s cheeks turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, yet after a few moments he really began to enjoy himself and snuggled longingly against her bosom.
“I’ve missed you, Toboe” Cheza whispered, her jewel-like irises glimmering with a nostalgic sheen that made my heart break.
She really did miss him, didn’t she? I could see it in her eyes, let alone her movements and expressive body language. Cheza was connected to us in a spiritual way that I did not yet understand, but somehow knew that I would find out in time.
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“Doctor! Wait up!”
Cher DeGre whirled around in an instant, considerably astonished to find her apprentice Faith Brennan racing after her at top speed.
“Doctor!” she reiterated, absolutely breathless, “I…I was hoping you could…h-help me catch up on my physical exams that I missed on Tuesday? Dr. O’Connor isn’t very forgiving, you know…he’ll nail me good if I screw up, again!”
Cher smiled warmly at the remembrance of Faith’s earlier mishap, her weary mind finding it to be an absolute miracle that the girl hadn’t received any lawsuits or repercussions as of yet. Leaving a bone saw in a patient’s chest cavity was, after all, an extremely lawsuit-worthy case.
Chummily placing her hand upon Faith’s shoulder, Cher finally relented, “Alright, I will…just let me drop my things off at my apartment and I’ll be right with you. Who knows?” she added, a roguish glimmer within her eyes, “maybe we can go boy-scoping over a latte’ at Ce la vi’s afterward.”
Faith gave a euphoric squeal, her pale spindly arms wrapping fondly about her friend’s neck as she returned cheerily in response, “Oh, yes, that would be lovely, Cheryl! Just you and me and all the boys in New York!”
Cher gave her a crooked smile. “And what did I tell you about calling me Cheryl?”
“Oh! Sorry! I forgot you hated it” Faith immediately corrected, laughing uneasily before rubbing the back of her head. “Pick me up at seven?”
“It’s a date” Cher agreed, laughing at the expression upon the redhead’s bemused face before turning in order to make her leave. The streets of New York were uncharacteristically dark that day and she wanted to make it home early before it got any worse.
Pulling her overcoat more closely about her neck, Cher shivered and pressed onward, briefly taking note of the fact that she was now the only inhabitant of the bone-white sidewalk. Its bumpy surface glittered eerily within the dull glow of the lamplight, her clear blue eyes taking a moment to adjust to the massive lack of the moon’s iridescence.
“It’s so cold” she thought bitterly, her teeth chattering. “I’ve never seen such a dull and somber night…what on earth’s going on with the weather?”
Shaking her head in disgust, Cher drearily watched the fog of her breath float like a small cloud before her lips, her ears suddenly jolting to attention the moment she overheard the soft crunching of ice crystals beneath a pair of tattered boots. When she picked up the pace, however, the footfalls only grew louder and faster.
Finally unable to take it, Cher broke out into a run, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as her long legs extended in order to allow her better acceleration. Just as she thought she was gaining the upper-hand, however, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her sharply backward, her eyes widening as her slim form collided against a tightly-muscled chest.
“Hiya, cutie.”
Cher froze on impulse, her lips parting in order to allow the smallest of squeaks to escape her throat, her flesh prickling with perspiration the moment the figure flicked a blade out and against the base of her neck. Her nostrils burned with the putrid stench of the masculine figure’s stale breath, one of his chubby fingers caressing the blonde’s flushed cheek in a stroke of lust and desire.
“You’re mighty purty, missus” he whispered, pausing in order to lick the lobe of Cher’s ear. “Maybe if ya lemme tear you up a bit I’ll forget all about robbin’ your sweet ass.”
Cher couldn’t help but burst into tears at this proclamation, pleading in a voice barely above a whisper, “Please, sir…don’t hurt me! Take my purse! I-I don’t need it!”
“All in due time” he agreed, “but I’d rather have some dessert, first.”
“Get the fuck off her!”
Letting out a cry, Cher felt her body go barreling into the side of the adjacent brick wall and to the ground, her honey-blonde bangs falling into her eyes as she gazed up through the silky curtain of hair and witnessed a tall figure clad completely in black leather throw a staggering punch to her assailant.
Shielding her eyes the moment the heavy-set man’s lip split directly in two, Cher huddled against the wall and burrowed her face deep within the sanction of her hands so that she wouldn’t have to witness anymore bloodshed. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, however, all went as silent as a church in prayer.
“Are you alright?”
Gasping, Cher glanced up with frightened azure eyes, her irises shimmering with unshed tears as the tan, white-haired young man held out his hand for her to accept. Taking it tremulously within her weak grasp, the blonde staggered back up and to her feet on un-sturdy legs and fell directly into his arms. “Oh…sorry” she mumbled, immediately moving away until her backside bumped into the wall.
The white-haired young man cocked his head to the side, then released a slight chuckle that rumbled through his broad, scarred chest. “Lady, you’re nuts” he commented heartily. “I mean, I just saved your pitiful life and you’re actin' as if I’m gonna to bite your head off!”
“Well aren’t you the sweet, polite type?” Cher remarked curtly. “You didn’t have to save me, you know. I was just fine the way I was.”
He smirked. “Yeah, the guy was definitely ready to shit his pants in terror. You’re a regular hellcat, though, I’ll give ya that much.” Extending his hand in a jovial manner he added with a surprising amount of politeness, “I’m Tsume Himoto, by the way. You?”
“Cher DeGre.” The blonde shook his hand, somehow failing to notice the sudden flash of recognition across his tawny-colored eyes.
“It’s you” Tsume whispered, absolutely stunned. “I-I can’t believe it…you survived, too?”
Cher raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about? I just met you!”
“Cheza…the flower maiden” Tsume returned desperately, grasping onto her arms amidst a state of sheer determination. “Surely you remember? My memory was jarred the moment I laid eyes on her, so the very mentioning of her name must surely mean something to you!”
Cher blanched, only to immediately break out into a hearty laugh. “Oh, my” she gasped, her titters only escalating in volume, “you’re referring to Cher DeGre…my great-grandmother! My name’s Cheryl, yet I prefer the namesake. What made you think I was her, anyway? She died over 100 years ago.”
Tsume faltered. “I…I……I’ve got to go.”
“What? Why? I was going to invite you up to join me for a drink back at my apartment. It’s not every day I almost get mugged, raped and rescued, after all, so I figured we should celebrate” Cher returned with a tired smile. “I actually had plans with a friend, but after all this I think I’m just going to go ahead and cancel.”
Tsume tried to smile back, yet it came out all twisted and awkward. Normally he would have jumped at the opportunity to spend the evening drinking in a beautiful woman’s apartment, but somehow Cher was different and he didn’t want to hurt her. That admission alone made him want to vomit, yet somehow he managed to shrug his shoulders and ignore the quivering sensation within his tattered heart. She was so sarcastic, so curt, so self-absorbed, and he absolutely loved it.
“Tsume?”
He looked up in an instant, realizing that Cher was still awaiting his answer. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he muttered with disinterest, “Sorry…not my cup of tea. Maybe I’ll see you around, maybe I won’t, but please promise that you won’t wait up for me to come back into your life.”
Cher laughed as if she had just heard the most wonderful joke in the world. “Are you kidding me?” she gasped, choking on her laughter as she threw her head back in utter delight. “In your dreams, Mr. Himoto! You may think you’re hot stuff and all, but this girl does not wait up for men; men wait up for her.”
“Oh, really?” Tsume demanded, his pride considerably wounded. “I didn’t mean it to come off as a pick-up line, Miss Thinks-She’s-Better-Than-Everyone-Else! I was merely just trying to be nice by telling you that I don’t plan on stopping by for hoity-toity little visits. As I’ve said before, they’re not really my cup of tea.”
Cher smirked. “Well good, because if you’d have asked ‘what’s your sign’, I definitely would’ve told you that it’s ‘STOP right there, buddy!’”
“Ha…cute” Tsume returned sarcastically. “Were you the top geek of your class? No one who says that kind of garbage is popular in my book.”
“Your book?” Cher reiterated, thoroughly disgusted. “And just what exactly is your book, Mr. Himoto? The Joys of Being an Asshole? Quite frankly I don’t give a damn about what others think of me…if they’re going to be rude and immature like you, I definitely wouldn’t want to be associated with them, anyway.”
Tsume smirked. “Well since you reacted so violently toward my question I’d say that it does matter. Only those greatly affected in the past by this would dismiss and chalk it up as rude and immature. Am I fair in assuming this, Miss DeGre?”
Cher winced. “Asshole.” Spinning about on her heel within a bout of unexpected pride, the blonde stalked off in the opposite direction with the intention of showing him who was boss, her nose turned up into the air as her hips swung haughtily back and forth in a tempered swagger. Once she realized that she wasn’t being followed, however, she stopped dead in her tracks and whirled around, only to immediately discover that Tsume was nowhere to be found. Somehow Cher was very disappointed…
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“Why are we here, Cheza?”
The flower maiden looked up at me with brilliant, expectant red eyes, her tiny white hands enveloping my larger brown ones before pulling me onward toward Kiba and bringing me to a complete stop right before him.
Kiba and I locked eyes, his turquoise irises filled with just as much bewilderment as my own cerulean orbs. “Cheza?” he questioned, turning to her in expectance.
She bestowed each of us with a brilliant smile, suddenly forcing Kiba’s hand to encircle about my own before revealing blithely, “Together you will be the new chosen ones…you are going to lead us to Paradise!”
Kiba flinched. “Wait, what? But I thought…I thought that I was…” He immediately faltered, his pride now considerably bruised.
Cheza took note of this and fondly stroked his cheek, assuring him gently, “You will still be the primary chosen one, Kiba, yet Blue has been selected to be the wolf at your side. Together you will both lead us all to Paradise…can’t you feel it beating within your very hearts? The path is buried deep within your pulse and is longing to be discovered, so please…open your hearts.”
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Kiba looking at me, so I slowly found myself returning his strong gaze.
“Well?” he questioned, holding out his free hand for me to take, “Will you join me as leader in the search of Paradise?”
I grinned in excitement. How could I possibly say no?
A/N: Hi! If you’ve reached it this far, that means you’re awesome! ^^ tee-hee Just to let you know, there will be a LEMON next chapter, so if that sort of thing bothers you, I’d just not reading! I won’t tell you who it’s between either, but hopefully you’ll like it, either way! ^^ In order for this to happen, however, you must review! Thanks! ;0)
PAIRING: Blue x ?
CH 5: Jealousy
I couldn’t help but gasp as I found myself staring at the demure young maiden who was gazing back at me shyly, her lily-white skin almost seeming to glow within the soft rays of the moonlight from overhead as she took a slight step forward. Her long, light pink hair trickled in cascading waves down to the small of her back like liquid silk, a flowing pink crinoline adorning her petite figure and falling to just above her knees where a pair of matching boots just barely met the fabric. Her eyes were very large and bewitching, their pale red depths almost beckoning to me as I continued to stand there like a slack-jawed oaf.
It was even worse than I had originally anticipated. This girl was the flower maiden and she was beautiful. No wonder Kiba was constantly talking about her; she was not only lovely with a body that I’d have to do a million Pilates to achieve, but she was very gentle in manner, as well.
Cheza was surreal…a phantasm. Every movement she made was like that of a gentle breeze, her willowy limbs wisping her along with the grace of a flower bowing amidst the winds of a summer storm. Everything she did was beautiful, and for that I couldn’t help but harbor just a tad of bitter resentment.
After all, I wasn’t beautiful, I wasn’t graceful, I wasn’t elegant, and I most certainly wasn’t the object of Kiba’s affections. It was quite clear to any onlooker that he cared deeply for the flower maiden and worshiped the very ground she walked on; an unsurprising feat for such a frail beauty, yet aggravating, nonetheless.
Why couldn’t I be adored and worshiped and showered in the love and respect that I so sorely desired – that I so sorely needed?
Oh, what I would give for somebody to love me like that just once – and yet I know better. Kiba, after all, is like trying to capture light in a bottle; he’s there, but you could never touch him even if you wanted to. I doubt that he’d ever give me the time of day, anyway, so there’s no use in fantasizing over things that will never come true.
And as for Hige…well…let’s just say that I doubt he’s actually interested in me for me. I mean, he tried to kiss me after our second actual conversation; not too promising, right? My life is so messed up right now that it’s not even funny…God, if only I’d never met Kiba!
“Blue?”
I immediately looked up, shocked that I had been addressed by the flower maiden, herself. She was gazing back at me with pale, expectant carbuncle-red eyes, her tiny white hand reaching out to me as she remarked, “You haven’t said a word, Blue…don’t you recognize me?”
“N-no” I admitted, far too frightened to return her gaze due to the fear of what I might find. “You look very familiar, and yet somehow completely different.”
Cheza smiled warmly. “Don’t be afraid, Blue…I have changed greatly since my death. This is why I grew out of my childish looks and no longer speak in the third person. This is my spirit form.”
Toboe looked up at her with wide amber eyes, his lips in a tremendous grin as he exclaimed, “You’re Cheza? Wow! Was I really a wolf in my past life?”
“Yes” Cheza conceded, giggling at the exuberant look upon his charming young face.
“So then…I have a great sense of smell, too?” Toboe continued to fish, testing out his sensory glands by sniffing my boot. Before I could tell him to cut it out he had already added, “Then I also lick myself like I dog? Cuz that’s pretty gross…”
I groaned in embarrassment, yet Cheza laughed as if it were the most amusing thing in the world. Bending down so that they were now eye-to-eye, the flower maiden stroked Toboe’s cheek, only to then envelope him within her willowy arms and pull him in for a sweet and tender embrace.
Toboe’s cheeks turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, yet after a few moments he really began to enjoy himself and snuggled longingly against her bosom.
“I’ve missed you, Toboe” Cheza whispered, her jewel-like irises glimmering with a nostalgic sheen that made my heart break.
She really did miss him, didn’t she? I could see it in her eyes, let alone her movements and expressive body language. Cheza was connected to us in a spiritual way that I did not yet understand, but somehow knew that I would find out in time.
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“Doctor! Wait up!”
Cher DeGre whirled around in an instant, considerably astonished to find her apprentice Faith Brennan racing after her at top speed.
“Doctor!” she reiterated, absolutely breathless, “I…I was hoping you could…h-help me catch up on my physical exams that I missed on Tuesday? Dr. O’Connor isn’t very forgiving, you know…he’ll nail me good if I screw up, again!”
Cher smiled warmly at the remembrance of Faith’s earlier mishap, her weary mind finding it to be an absolute miracle that the girl hadn’t received any lawsuits or repercussions as of yet. Leaving a bone saw in a patient’s chest cavity was, after all, an extremely lawsuit-worthy case.
Chummily placing her hand upon Faith’s shoulder, Cher finally relented, “Alright, I will…just let me drop my things off at my apartment and I’ll be right with you. Who knows?” she added, a roguish glimmer within her eyes, “maybe we can go boy-scoping over a latte’ at Ce la vi’s afterward.”
Faith gave a euphoric squeal, her pale spindly arms wrapping fondly about her friend’s neck as she returned cheerily in response, “Oh, yes, that would be lovely, Cheryl! Just you and me and all the boys in New York!”
Cher gave her a crooked smile. “And what did I tell you about calling me Cheryl?”
“Oh! Sorry! I forgot you hated it” Faith immediately corrected, laughing uneasily before rubbing the back of her head. “Pick me up at seven?”
“It’s a date” Cher agreed, laughing at the expression upon the redhead’s bemused face before turning in order to make her leave. The streets of New York were uncharacteristically dark that day and she wanted to make it home early before it got any worse.
Pulling her overcoat more closely about her neck, Cher shivered and pressed onward, briefly taking note of the fact that she was now the only inhabitant of the bone-white sidewalk. Its bumpy surface glittered eerily within the dull glow of the lamplight, her clear blue eyes taking a moment to adjust to the massive lack of the moon’s iridescence.
“It’s so cold” she thought bitterly, her teeth chattering. “I’ve never seen such a dull and somber night…what on earth’s going on with the weather?”
Shaking her head in disgust, Cher drearily watched the fog of her breath float like a small cloud before her lips, her ears suddenly jolting to attention the moment she overheard the soft crunching of ice crystals beneath a pair of tattered boots. When she picked up the pace, however, the footfalls only grew louder and faster.
Finally unable to take it, Cher broke out into a run, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as her long legs extended in order to allow her better acceleration. Just as she thought she was gaining the upper-hand, however, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her sharply backward, her eyes widening as her slim form collided against a tightly-muscled chest.
“Hiya, cutie.”
Cher froze on impulse, her lips parting in order to allow the smallest of squeaks to escape her throat, her flesh prickling with perspiration the moment the figure flicked a blade out and against the base of her neck. Her nostrils burned with the putrid stench of the masculine figure’s stale breath, one of his chubby fingers caressing the blonde’s flushed cheek in a stroke of lust and desire.
“You’re mighty purty, missus” he whispered, pausing in order to lick the lobe of Cher’s ear. “Maybe if ya lemme tear you up a bit I’ll forget all about robbin’ your sweet ass.”
Cher couldn’t help but burst into tears at this proclamation, pleading in a voice barely above a whisper, “Please, sir…don’t hurt me! Take my purse! I-I don’t need it!”
“All in due time” he agreed, “but I’d rather have some dessert, first.”
“Get the fuck off her!”
Letting out a cry, Cher felt her body go barreling into the side of the adjacent brick wall and to the ground, her honey-blonde bangs falling into her eyes as she gazed up through the silky curtain of hair and witnessed a tall figure clad completely in black leather throw a staggering punch to her assailant.
Shielding her eyes the moment the heavy-set man’s lip split directly in two, Cher huddled against the wall and burrowed her face deep within the sanction of her hands so that she wouldn’t have to witness anymore bloodshed. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, however, all went as silent as a church in prayer.
“Are you alright?”
Gasping, Cher glanced up with frightened azure eyes, her irises shimmering with unshed tears as the tan, white-haired young man held out his hand for her to accept. Taking it tremulously within her weak grasp, the blonde staggered back up and to her feet on un-sturdy legs and fell directly into his arms. “Oh…sorry” she mumbled, immediately moving away until her backside bumped into the wall.
The white-haired young man cocked his head to the side, then released a slight chuckle that rumbled through his broad, scarred chest. “Lady, you’re nuts” he commented heartily. “I mean, I just saved your pitiful life and you’re actin' as if I’m gonna to bite your head off!”
“Well aren’t you the sweet, polite type?” Cher remarked curtly. “You didn’t have to save me, you know. I was just fine the way I was.”
He smirked. “Yeah, the guy was definitely ready to shit his pants in terror. You’re a regular hellcat, though, I’ll give ya that much.” Extending his hand in a jovial manner he added with a surprising amount of politeness, “I’m Tsume Himoto, by the way. You?”
“Cher DeGre.” The blonde shook his hand, somehow failing to notice the sudden flash of recognition across his tawny-colored eyes.
“It’s you” Tsume whispered, absolutely stunned. “I-I can’t believe it…you survived, too?”
Cher raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about? I just met you!”
“Cheza…the flower maiden” Tsume returned desperately, grasping onto her arms amidst a state of sheer determination. “Surely you remember? My memory was jarred the moment I laid eyes on her, so the very mentioning of her name must surely mean something to you!”
Cher blanched, only to immediately break out into a hearty laugh. “Oh, my” she gasped, her titters only escalating in volume, “you’re referring to Cher DeGre…my great-grandmother! My name’s Cheryl, yet I prefer the namesake. What made you think I was her, anyway? She died over 100 years ago.”
Tsume faltered. “I…I……I’ve got to go.”
“What? Why? I was going to invite you up to join me for a drink back at my apartment. It’s not every day I almost get mugged, raped and rescued, after all, so I figured we should celebrate” Cher returned with a tired smile. “I actually had plans with a friend, but after all this I think I’m just going to go ahead and cancel.”
Tsume tried to smile back, yet it came out all twisted and awkward. Normally he would have jumped at the opportunity to spend the evening drinking in a beautiful woman’s apartment, but somehow Cher was different and he didn’t want to hurt her. That admission alone made him want to vomit, yet somehow he managed to shrug his shoulders and ignore the quivering sensation within his tattered heart. She was so sarcastic, so curt, so self-absorbed, and he absolutely loved it.
“Tsume?”
He looked up in an instant, realizing that Cher was still awaiting his answer. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he muttered with disinterest, “Sorry…not my cup of tea. Maybe I’ll see you around, maybe I won’t, but please promise that you won’t wait up for me to come back into your life.”
Cher laughed as if she had just heard the most wonderful joke in the world. “Are you kidding me?” she gasped, choking on her laughter as she threw her head back in utter delight. “In your dreams, Mr. Himoto! You may think you’re hot stuff and all, but this girl does not wait up for men; men wait up for her.”
“Oh, really?” Tsume demanded, his pride considerably wounded. “I didn’t mean it to come off as a pick-up line, Miss Thinks-She’s-Better-Than-Everyone-Else! I was merely just trying to be nice by telling you that I don’t plan on stopping by for hoity-toity little visits. As I’ve said before, they’re not really my cup of tea.”
Cher smirked. “Well good, because if you’d have asked ‘what’s your sign’, I definitely would’ve told you that it’s ‘STOP right there, buddy!’”
“Ha…cute” Tsume returned sarcastically. “Were you the top geek of your class? No one who says that kind of garbage is popular in my book.”
“Your book?” Cher reiterated, thoroughly disgusted. “And just what exactly is your book, Mr. Himoto? The Joys of Being an Asshole? Quite frankly I don’t give a damn about what others think of me…if they’re going to be rude and immature like you, I definitely wouldn’t want to be associated with them, anyway.”
Tsume smirked. “Well since you reacted so violently toward my question I’d say that it does matter. Only those greatly affected in the past by this would dismiss and chalk it up as rude and immature. Am I fair in assuming this, Miss DeGre?”
Cher winced. “Asshole.” Spinning about on her heel within a bout of unexpected pride, the blonde stalked off in the opposite direction with the intention of showing him who was boss, her nose turned up into the air as her hips swung haughtily back and forth in a tempered swagger. Once she realized that she wasn’t being followed, however, she stopped dead in her tracks and whirled around, only to immediately discover that Tsume was nowhere to be found. Somehow Cher was very disappointed…
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“Why are we here, Cheza?”
The flower maiden looked up at me with brilliant, expectant red eyes, her tiny white hands enveloping my larger brown ones before pulling me onward toward Kiba and bringing me to a complete stop right before him.
Kiba and I locked eyes, his turquoise irises filled with just as much bewilderment as my own cerulean orbs. “Cheza?” he questioned, turning to her in expectance.
She bestowed each of us with a brilliant smile, suddenly forcing Kiba’s hand to encircle about my own before revealing blithely, “Together you will be the new chosen ones…you are going to lead us to Paradise!”
Kiba flinched. “Wait, what? But I thought…I thought that I was…” He immediately faltered, his pride now considerably bruised.
Cheza took note of this and fondly stroked his cheek, assuring him gently, “You will still be the primary chosen one, Kiba, yet Blue has been selected to be the wolf at your side. Together you will both lead us all to Paradise…can’t you feel it beating within your very hearts? The path is buried deep within your pulse and is longing to be discovered, so please…open your hearts.”
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Kiba looking at me, so I slowly found myself returning his strong gaze.
“Well?” he questioned, holding out his free hand for me to take, “Will you join me as leader in the search of Paradise?”
I grinned in excitement. How could I possibly say no?
A/N: Hi! If you’ve reached it this far, that means you’re awesome! ^^ tee-hee Just to let you know, there will be a LEMON next chapter, so if that sort of thing bothers you, I’d just not reading! I won’t tell you who it’s between either, but hopefully you’ll like it, either way! ^^ In order for this to happen, however, you must review! Thanks! ;0)