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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 22, 2007 20:55:41 GMT -5
Flyte sighed and lay for several minutes, just staring into the couch. Mila, after watching them, had started picking at the hash brown and slowly eating it. Dimitre was sitting next to the sleeping Sharda, watching Masafumi's door warily. Finally Flyte forced herself to her feet and trudged into his room, not caring that she was intruding. She walked over, pulled a sweater from one of his drawers, and pulled it on.
"What do you want me to do?" She finally asked quietly, sighing again.
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 22, 2007 21:01:48 GMT -5
When she came in, Masafumi was laying on his stomach lazily on his bed watching the insence burn. He was playing with the flame, slowly running his hand over it. Once she began to talk, he rolled onto his back and proped himself up on his elbows. "I want you to stay here..." he said. "With me. I don't care about your family. I only care about you. I don't trust them."
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 22, 2007 21:11:55 GMT -5
Flyte walked over and knelt by the bed, propping her arms up on it and staring up at Masafumi.
"I have to listen to them. I owe them." She whispered softly. A soft 'hrrr' came from Sinistre as he leaped onto Masafumi's bed and rubbed against Flyte's arm, then flicked his ear and started rubbing his head on Masi's side.
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 22, 2007 21:15:02 GMT -5
Masafumi's eyes were full of sorrow. "You owe them nothing, Flyte," he told them. "They are family, but they don't protect you. I at least love you." He was now back on his stomach and staring the other way. "If it will make you happy, then I won't make you stay... Do what you want..." He was hallow. If she left, he'd be screwed.
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 22, 2007 21:24:04 GMT -5
"Oh, Masi." Flyte murmured, dropping her forehead onto the bed. She couldn't take this. She just wanted to make everyone happy and peaceful, but it seemed like that would never happen.
This...this is all because of some stupid mistake I made as a child. Tears trailed down her face.
"Things would be better if I never existed, wouldn't they?" She closed her eyes and felt a tear drop off the tip of her nose. "I'm just a kid, I can't be a mother. I should be deciding what colleges I want to go to, not what country." She whimpered.
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 22, 2007 21:40:38 GMT -5
Masafumi burried his head into the pillow. "No," he said, his voice muffled. "I would have never met you. There would have been no reason for my existance... And I can help you with your baby." He knew he could. He was good with kids, especially little ones. It was a fairly easy for him.
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 22, 2007 21:56:40 GMT -5
"You wouldn't know about me. Hell, you'd probably still be with your band, having fun in Japan. You have more of a reason for existing than I do. I guess I'm just here to kill off some people." Flyte laughed slightly, then stood up slowly. "Which is why I can't keep it." She whispered. "Take care of everyone. I love you, Masi." She slipped something that could have easily been a knife into the pocket of the sweatshirt, then turned and walked out and stopped by the front door, looking back at the two dogs who had started to follow her.
"Stay, guys. You too, Falone." She said quietly.
"Where going you, Georgia?" Mila asked curiously.
"Just...going somewhere I belong, Mila. That's all."
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 27, 2007 16:43:10 GMT -5
Masafumi decided it best to stay put. Maybe he should have stayed in Japan, too. He couldn't think straight anyway. Slowly, he stood up and opened the window, then lit a ciggerete. He only bothered with the window so the smell wouldn't get all over the house with Mila there.
OOC: It's crappy, but... it's still a post.
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 28, 2007 18:06:00 GMT -5
((Yayner?  )) Flyte paused, half wanting Masafumi to come after her. It was stupid, she knew, but it would have made her feel better. She turned and opened the door, then was about to dart out but almost ran into someone. She stumbled back and looked up, and for a second her heart stopped. "Aimee?" She choked out. The woman smiled and pushed a blonde curly lock of hair behind her ear. "No...but close enough, I guess." |
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 28, 2007 19:17:42 GMT -5
Masafumi's hopes of keeping the smell of smoke in his room had failed. He should have closed the door. He set the ciggerete into an ashtray and made sure it was out before leaving the room. He found it odd that someone else was there, but he didn't argue. He ended up falling on the couch and sighing. What was he to do?
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 28, 2007 19:40:57 GMT -5
Flyte glanced behind her, and the woman also looked over the girl's head at Masafumi.
"Hey." She said casually. "You've got some good music. My friends love you. Look, Fly-"
"Crys what the hell are you doing here? You're...you're supposed to be in-"
"Europe. Yes, but I heard what happened. Everything. I told you I'd keep track of you, then you go off and find yourself a Japanese rocker, kill off another clone, and then get pregnant. I dealt with your parents, they're pissed, but won't bother you any time soon."
"Crys, you-"
"Have you been eating?" She tilted Flyte's head up so the teenager was looking at her. "Have you been sleeping? Seriously, girl. Last time you ate?"
"Why should I tell-"
"Three days ago?" Flyte glared up at her for a second before pulling away.
"Four." She growled. "What's your other reason for coming?"
"Don't change subjects on me."
"I'm not changing subjects! What haven't you told, or asked me yet?"
"Well, I've started coaching a swimming team."
"God no, Crys. Hell no."
"You're almost seventeen and you don't know how to swim!"
"I'm petrified of water, you know that! You knew the answer before you asked, why did you ask?"
"You told me to! Sheesh, you're still the brat you were all that time ago. Have you started smoking again?" It was then that Flyte noticed the smoke.
"Bye."
"Flyte, you-" The girl slammed the door shut and stood there quietly, trying to figure out what exactly she was feeling and why.
"Masi..." She said through clenched teeth. "Don't. Tempt me." She would've enjoyed very much at the moment to grab a cigarette and get out the door.
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 28, 2007 19:51:49 GMT -5
Masafumi crossed his arms as he starred up at the ceiling. "I'm not a rocker, am I?" he mumbled to himself. He wasn't sure of himself with that, so he left it at that. When he heard the door close, though, he jumped up onto his feet. "Let her back in, Flyte," he said. It was obvious that they knew eachother, so there wasn't a problem. "She didn't do anything." He was more then annoyed and wanted to go back to his ciggeretes.
"I think I'll start buying pot. What do you think of that?"
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 28, 2007 20:03:26 GMT -5
"No, Masi, no!" Flyte turned around and clenched her fists. "Don't. Get. Me. Angry." She was doing her best to calm herself down. Masafumi hadn't seen her like this, and she'd been hoping he wouldn't. Most of her fights in her hometown had been while she was fired up, and it was probably the only reason she'd won them. She wasn't even sure why she was angry all of a sudden. Crystal had said Flyte's parents wouldn't be bugging her soon, didn't she?
"I'm going back to Pierre, then! I am his after all!" She lifted up her shirt to reveal a cut on her stomach, half healed over as a scar, in the shape of 'P'. "I told him to get a fancier branding symbol but I guess he's too lazy to." She said the last part with sarcasm and ice dripping off every word.
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 28, 2007 20:14:32 GMT -5
Masafumi shook his head. "I was just pissed..." he whispered and started walking over to her. Slowly, he ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "He's just a dickhead, he told Flyte. "I'll have his head, I swear." He placed his hand over the scar and sighed. He felt like crying if not just falling over and dying right there. He didn't help her in anyway. He felt so useless now. What did she need him for if he couldn't keep her save for more then five minutes?
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 28, 2007 20:32:01 GMT -5
"At me?" Flyte said, though it came out more of a whimper. She put her hand over Masafumi's and shook her head. "You can't kill Pierre. I told Tony, and I'm telling you. It's impossible. The only way he'll die is from old age." Mila was currently sitting on the kitchen floor, staring at Sinistre, who was on the counter trying to find any scraps of food he thought edible. Dimitre had been pawing at Sharda, who was still asleep, but he got bored with that. Quietly, though not meaning to, he walked up and pressed his nose against Flyte's side. She screamed and jerked sideways, and the Greyhound went skittering back, just as frightened as she was.
"God Sebastion, you have to..." She trailed off and put a hand over her eyes. "Nevermind." She muttered. "Why am I on edge? No, I'm not even on the edge. I'm off of it." She threw her hands up, then turned and walked into the kitchen. Mila watched her as she turned the faucet on and started cleaning the dishes.
"Can help I, Georgia?" She piped up.
"Go get the dishes in the living room, please." The little girl jumped to her feet and ran out of the kitchen to happily retrieve them.
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Post by Sakura Sake on Jan 29, 2007 15:33:43 GMT -5
Masafumi managed to force a smile. "No," he told her. [/b]"I'm not mad at you. Just at life, I guess. None of this should be happening. It's worse then Japan. I hate saying that, but it's true..."[/b] Slowly he turned his hand to hold her's. "And they both can kiss my ass. Especially Tony. I think he's on Pierre's side, Flyte. I just can't make sense of it. He has no real reason as to why he'd stoop so low." Of course Masafumi jumped along with Flyte. It wasn't his fault. He didn't like it when people screamed. Jumping out of other reasons besides joy usually made him a little spazzy aswell. He watched the dog for a few moments, though, amazed that he would be like that. Wouldn't he be used to yelling and screaming from Flyte's parents? Maybe not, who knew.
Masafumi felt a little foolish. He did miss dogs, but he was used to much larger creatures that could eat him if they wanted to. He was little then, though. He probably thought every dog could eat him if they wanted to. "It'll be fine Flyte," he tried to make it sound true. It wasn't all false anyway. He planned on making things right, but he had no idea as to how long that would take. Slowly, Masafumi fallowed her. "You don't need to do that," he told her. "You've been through enough for a good long while. I'll deal with them later, okay? Right now we need to figure other things out."
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 29, 2007 17:10:21 GMT -5
Flyte ignored Masafumi for a few seconds. When Mila came back and handed her the dishes, she put them in the sink and waited several more seconds before answering.
"I clean, Masi. It's what I do." She paused again to shoo Sinistre off the counter. "Tony isn't on Pierre's side." She said grimly. "He used to be a clone. Now he isn't. And if he is, I don't really have anything against them. They both were close to Aimee. Besides, they'd make good partners." She finally turned to Masi.
"Other things? Like what? I vote we just get on Ebay and buy some new lives." She sighed and wiped off her hands, looking down at the cat. He was entwining himself between Masafumi's feet, looking up at them innocently.
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Post by wowposter on Oct 31, 2008 3:30:04 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Nov 5, 2008 7:47:26 GMT -5
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