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Hhahaaaa Amanda!!! Reply to the friggen RP already!!!
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Haruko Asakawa, 15, high school student. Black hair, violet eyes, silent and tranquil on the outside, but a strong screaming and obsessive personality on the inside =]
Rampian Inygma... 15, middle school, dark brown hair, green eyes. rowdy, loud, boyish, NOT FEMININE.
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I've been told I was special by a lot of people lately. I've been told my family is worried about me. I guess I'm just not ready to admit that I've done something wrong with my life. I'll try harder now. I may not really be promising it to anyone, not even myself, but I wronged everyone who cared about me, and I need to make up for it.... I guess. I feel, secluded... from my everyone I'm around. I don't know sometimes whether to believe they care or don't. Well crap, there's the whole Borderline Personality thing again....
The sun was setting below the city horizon, and though it was bright enough to see clearly, the streetlights were already lit. The almost never deserted streets of Kyoto was crowded with people rushing here and there, and a girl of about 15 was walking at a rapid pace, seeming eager to get where she needed to be.
Maybe I wont make it...... She said quietly to herself, not worried at all if someone around her would hear. The buzzing of the blatant, vociferous talking on the streets made it impossible to hear anything correctly.
Somewhere out in the middle of the Pacific, there was a yacht. Not a real big one, but none the less, a yacht. And on the deck, a dark haired girl lay on it, barley breathing... Suddenly, she sat up straight, startling the birds around her. She rubbed her head and went back to the cabin. She was staggering slighty when she reached her map and made a course to Japan. She didn't speak any Japanese, and knew nothing of it, but she was already more than half way there.
"I'm not going to make it." Haruko whispered harshly. Picking up her feet faster, the girl's thoughts floated to her dream, just a few days before, that she was sure that it would change something...
Everything was blue and flat, in the dream, and around her was nothing except blue and flatness. Nothing was around, she was sure, but then she heard someone call her name. Turning around, she was face to face with a dark-haired American girl. Though they were only 3 feet apart, her face was unable to be made out. Then Haruko opened her mouth to try to talk, but no words came out, and the American girl's soft voice rang out.
"You.... you must find me. You must."
There was some kind of hesitation in her voice.
"I'll be at the Kyoto harbor at 6:00 PM in 128 hours. You must meet me. I won't know you, but you must..... you must.............."
Then the girl whispered something like, "destiny," or whatever, then the end.
Those dreams had been going on since then to now, only the numbers and small variations were change. Haruko called herself crazy for believing in her own dreams. But that was just her.
She needed help, soon. Rampian felt something inside her swarming and buzzing; she felt faint again and heard herself say in a daze, "I'll be at the Kyoto harbor at 6:00 PM in 128 hours. You must meet me. I won't know you, but you must come get me, you must before we all die. It's our destiny"
As Haruko's final steps echoed on the dock, small for a ship, but large for a yacht. A swarming sensation flamed inside her. An echo rang in her head.
Destiny. . . . .
A drunken looking girl about her age stumbled out from the boat. The swarming went faster. She walked to the boat eager to get on with her "destiny."
"Anataga watashi no yume ni dete kita onnanoko desuka ? Watashi gao kiki ni ooku no shitsumon gaarimasu . anatano ryokou kara tsukare teimasuka ?" She probably couldn't understand a word I'm saying... "Watashi no rikai desuka ? Kokode watashi ha hijouni umaku hanase nai eigo honyaku wo eru deshou ."
Rampian didn't know how long she had been out, but soon she was walking her way off a loooong dock and into a port. She had never seen anything like it, there was an Asian girl who was looking at her, as if she knew who she was... And Rampian saw something about her, was it the way she looked? Or her eyes? But everything was a bit hazy and the girl spoke. It's probably Japanese or something It was garbled and sounded like gibberish.
And so Rampian spoke:
"So, do you speak English? I would like that... Who are you?"
And realized that she was standing dangerously close to the edge of the dock. The girl slipped, as she predicted, and fell into the cold water. Rampian reached out to grab her and found out that she wasn't there, she had simply disappeared into the water. No splash was made, and there were no bubbles...
"satesate anata haarimasuka ?" What's wrong with her? She just suddenly lunged forward, like she was going to jump in or something.
Struggling to grasp all the english unsuccessfully taught to her, she opened her mouth a bit and started to speak.
"Are.......you.......okay?" The girl turned around, her face white and eyes wide. "Your...... name?" The American seemed to quickly get back to her senses and muttered out a foreign name, Ran-pyan? followed by a string of long American words.
"Haruko! Is that you?" She pivoted to see who it was yelling for her. Was that . . . . .
A tall, young male skipped to Haruko's side.
"You, uh, forgot your jacket in 5th period, I saw the direction you were walking, so... I thought I should bring it to you..." The boy's eyes drifted away to the ocean and back to her face. Haruko knew she was getting red, but she didn't care. She could just blame it on her hurried getting to the harbor.
Kusano Akira.
Cutest guy in the universe. Also the most conceited.
What's he doing being all nice to me? I thought you said I was a freak. Remember that time when everybody had that crush on you? Including me? I thought I would be nice to you after you broke your leg so I picked those daisies for you. Those were the prettiest flowers I've ever seen. And you call me a freak. And now you come and pretend you're interested in me. Get the hell away from me.
Haruko cursed at him in her head as she struggled to stay calm when replying to Akira despite her thumping heart. He is cute. . .
Rampian watched from behind the girl. Ugh. I should have taken that class on Japanese. This is like watching a foreign movie without subtitles. I wish I had popcorn. I like popcorn. I remember that one time when Kara and I were throwing that disgusting popcorn at these cute guys. I should really call Kara..... The guy she called "Akira" started to turn and walk away, peeking back at her like they did in those cheesy Hollywood romance movies to show they were interested. The Japanese girl turned back to her, and Rampian could tell she was blushing out of her mind.
Rampian sighed inwardly and thought of all those cheesy chick flicks that she ahd see with Kara. And this reminded her of one called "Save you Later" Even the title was stupid. She wondered if she could rent it somewhere... Meanwhile, that Asian girl was blushing furiously and Rampian wondered if she really should push her off the dock to cool her off.
But, she had business, "Hey! You! Can you take me to your place? I'm a little dehydrated and hungry!"
Seeing the girl was stillblushing, went up to her, and started shaking her roughly, "Hey! I need some water! Can you like, just like, take me in or something, give me money, a hotel room so I can rest? You know, just something basic so I don't like, die?
Haruko suddenly realized that she was still off in her own world, so she quickly snapped back into reality and noticed the girl was shaking her. Maybe she's hungry or thirsty or hungry or something. Haruko took the girl's hand and said "come with me," and pulled her back along the road she came.
Rampian was taking in all the sights of the busy city of Kyoto, until she realized she did not like the silence of not being able to talk to anyone. So, being her naturally talkative self, she attempted to start a conversation.
"Um, my name is Rampian. . . What's yours?"
"Haruko."
Pleased with the straightforward reply, she went on. "So, where are you taking me?"
"To my dorm." Haruko answered, still looking forward.
"So you can speak English! Who was that back there? That guy? Do you like him? You were blushing like CRAZY, and he was cute, who was he? Is he your boyfriend??"
The raven haired girl stopped abruptly. "You Americans like to talk too much."
Jeez, I know some antisocial people, but this? God, just trying to start conversation.
Suddenly, as that thought left, it reminded Rampian of one of the reasons she left in the first place, she tinged with embarrassment and rage, she just hated everyone there. Tears began to sting in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away with her hand. Sure, this took away the tears, but the anger and hate with it.
Haruko squealed and suddenly withdrew her hand from Rampian's wrist; Haruko was shaking her hand and trying to cool it down.
You'd think something must've burned her.
As a matter of fact, something had.
Haruko turned at Rampian and practically screamed what sounded like Japanese cussing and something in English
"Why do you have fire from you? You trying to kill me or what?!"
Rampian just stared, too scared to even think.
Haruko stood there. This girl is a freak! But she couldn't do anything about it.
"Just follow me, and don't try to hurt me anymore."
They walked in the crowd, following the flow of the busy people. Rampian noticed that Haruko was keeping a good distance from her. This is gonna be hell. . .
They approached a tall, grayish-brown brick building, surrounded by a series of smaller tall buildings. It looked like some super exclusive private school all the rich kids went to. There were less people here, and most of the people were wearing uniforms identical to Haruko's and that guy back there's.
Wow, it's so dreary! I've only seen places like this in movies! I wonder if anyone has gotten murdered here?! That's a janitor?! He looks more like teacher! Rampian looked at the janitor/teacher with fascination. He had to be a janitor, no school in this rich kid's school (she assumed it was) would pick up trash. She saw him mutter something under his breathe and watched with incoming horror as he walked through the solid stone wall.
She held her breathe and reached out to grab Haruko's hand, but all she got was air. Rampian whirled around and searched. Damn! Everyone's wearing the same outfit! Where'd she go?!?!
She spun around in all different directions, trying to find her and, at the same time, trying to wipe that image of the 'janitor' walking through the wall. She must be hallucinating. She was dehydrated, hungry, half-dead. Of course she was.
"Haruko?" She yelled loudly, not caring what everyone else thought about the American in the fancy Japanese private school. A girl already at the entrance to the dorms turned around, wearing that same bored expression as she always did. "Haruko! You really have to stop disappearing like that!"
"Just follow me to my dorm. And please don't get lost." Someone was agitated.
Rampian stuck her head into Haruko's dorm and saw a fridge. The fridge was also speaking, " Wake up Claire!!! You're already late!!!"
The carpet then replied, "It's our very first cruise and you want us to be late for the ship?!?!?"
Claire woke up with a start, her heart racing in her chest. She had had the weirdest dream and felt it was real, the two girls, Haruka and Rampian, reminded her of someones she knew a long time ago. Oh well, it's probably because I looked through my photo album before I went to bed...
Claire got out of bed, got dressed and staggered like a drunk sailor down the stairs.
Time to go on her trip!! Her cruise that she ahd been waiting for more than a month. A two way trip to Britain, Spain, and back to Virginia.
Claire, after traveling an hour or so by car, finally got to the Norfolk Harbor. The cab driver unloaded her luggage, and with a small "thank you" and a large tip, she left the smiling driver and headed towards the large cruise ship. After doing repetitive security checks, Claire finally boarded the cruiser and took the elevator up to her stateroom.
A piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Possibly from her suitcase? She bent over to pick it up. The writing on the paper certainly wasn't hers. Whose was it? Claire couldn't quite make out the word.
You weren't supposed to.
That was all it read. I wasn't supposed to? I wasn't supposed to what? Something really didn't seem right. Claire turned back to her suitcase, pushing that thought to the far corners of her mind. and bent down to unpack. She felt some kind of sharp blow to the back of her skull and then
nothingness.
Later, Claire woke up, she had no idea what time it was and was scared. She tried to move, she really did, but succeeded in only hurting her wrists and neck. What am I doing here?! What's going on?! Are they gonna kill me?!?!? And her last thought was about the piece of paper, what was it? And who sent it?
"Oh, hey! Somebody! She's up now!"
Claire desperately tried to move her limp body, but failed many consecutive tries. She looked around: she was in some sort of strange operating room. Two men in black mafia suits came over, holding a case. They set the case on a table and clicked it open. Clarie caught a glimpse of a sharp, needle-pointed syringe and blue fluid inside. One of the men, a tall, bulky black man, wiped the side of her neck and whispered "good night, Princess." She felt a pinch, nothing but a pinch before she blinked twice and emerged back into darkness.
Rampian suddenly woke back up. She sat up quickly and looked around. Talking refrigerator? Pshh, that was crazy. The girl, Haruko, had a phone wedged between her shoulder and her ear and was bring her a cup of water and a sandwich.
The first thing that came to mind when she saw Haruko with a glass of water was : "Water... float... swim... drown in despair..." These were some of the lyrics to her favorite song. And the second thought Ew, I hate tap...
"Hey, Haruko, is that water tap?" Haruko shot Rampian a withering look and returned through her talking.
Rampian winced and took the water. Yep, it was definitely tap. She choked the water down reluctantly and drained the glass. Next, she looked at the sandwich. What was that? She looked quizzically at the food she was handed. There was a pink type of frosting, or was that cream cheese? And what was that? Three sticks of bread or something with more pink stuff at the end. She looked up at Haruko, again, and was about to ask her what this was when the Asian girl told her it was a strawberry pocky and strawberry cream cheese sandwich. What the hell is pocky...?
Hmph, picky americans. You should respect whatever is given to you. But then, they were always barbarians.
"Just try it," Haruko rolled her eyes. The girl picked up the pink-white sandwich half-disgustedly and repulsively took a bite. Haruko giggled when she saw brown-haired girl's eyes widen. "This stuff is good!!" Rampian exclaimed with her mouth still full. She couldn't contain herself anymore. Haruko burst out laughing. She turned around still chuckling and went back to the phone in a chatter of japanese.
"Watashi tokono onnanoko hakokoni aruno desu . Watashi ha kanojo ga dare daka waka ranaiga , kanojo ha amerika nin desu . Watashi ha kanojo wo watashi to isshoni kokoni hashibaraku taizai saseru subekidato omou . anata to ha wakede haarimasuka?"
I wish I could speak Japanese . . . it sounds like such a cool language to learn. Maybe I could ask her to teach me? Probably not. She barely even wants to talk to me. . .
Gulping down the rest of her tap and chewing her pocky sandwich, Rampian clicked the power button on a remote and the television came to life.
And on came a cartoon. What is this stuff? It had a ninja thing in an orange jumpsuit. Oh, how I miss The Hills...
She turned the t.v off and concentrated on looking like she wasn't bored. Which, is pretty hard, considering she was pretty damn bored...
Claire blinked, the light was blinding... Maybe I'm dead, and this is the light they were talking about... She opened her eyes wider, wincing. Apparently, she was in a room, a glass room, or a really bright room. She tried to look over her shoulder and gasped in pain. A searing shock swept through her neck and she struggled to not cry out. It hurt. It hurt to move her head, it hurt to move, it hurt to breathe. She summoned up her strength, held her breath, and jerked her head to the other side. She couldn't help it. She gasped at the sight she beheld. This is absolutely not true, it's a dream, a dream,justastupidnightmare,it'snotreal...itcan'tberealnoit'snotnononononoit'sanightmare.
She panicked and tears welded up her eyes.
"Hello, Claire, I've missed you so much, you have no idea."
"Zhe....Zheraiha..........?"
The boy replied. Quicker than he had time to think. "Claire, we have so much catching up to do----"
Emotions whirled inside. Claire couldn't understand.
"You're suppose to be dead!!" She screamed, in a flurry of tears.
Zheraiha's expression turned stone cold. To Claire, nothing was clear anymore, nothing made sense. The dream. The mafia men. The knockouts.
Zheraiah.
Why... why...
The male stepped closer and Claire cried harder.
"Shh, shhh, don't cry..." He was inching closer to her face. "You've changed. Since...."
"Since what???? The ACCIDENT??" she spat at him. "Why.... why did you come back?"
"Now, don't talk like that." He ran his fingers through her already tousled hair, kissing her gently on her tear-stained cheek.
Claire could do nothing but cry.
"Why so sad? Don't you still love me? Remember...?"
He continued: "Or do you wish I was still dead?"
Through her muddled thoughts, Claire's memory of that day play reluctantly through her head.
"Zheraiah! Zheraiah! Come look at this! The ship's main deck is under construction and there's no railing! Look at the view!" A 12 year old Claire rushed excitedly.
"What?! I want to see!!! Is it really that awesome?!" A boy, around 13 or so, exclaimed.
"Look at the view. It's like the ocean goes on forever and forever..."
Younger Claire sent a flirtatious look towards Zheraiah and said, "Isn't it romantic? With the full moon and all?"
Zheraiah glanced at Claire and said:
"No, it's just a great expanse of water, surrounding 70% of the earth's surface. What's so great about that?"
"EEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
An ear splitting scream echoed throughout the main deck. As Claire turned to look at the source of the sound, she saw a girl, not below her age, with blood streaming down her head, trying to say something.
"L-l-l-l-l-LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!!!!!!"
Claire didn't bother, after all, Zheraiah was behind her, he'd protect her, right? After all, she did kinda get the hint that he liked her.
And with that thought, a cold hand held onto her shoulder. Hard.
She turned to look and saw Zheraiah with a cold look on his face.
"Sorry, Claire."
And shoved her towards the edge of the un-railed deck.
Some say that when you’re about to die, you see a flashback. But Claire didn’t. She didn’t even think. She quickly regained herself and stopped falling out. Zheraiah was still holding on tightly to her wrists. About to let go any second. She stepped her foot behind his, and snaked around him, rotating him so that he was the one about to fall off the deck. And without thinking
She let go…
and made a mistake she never would be sorry for.
And now, Claire was strapped to a dentist chair, staring into the soulless, dead eyes of a man that she had killed, who had supposedly loved her.
“Just forget about the past, Claire. Let’s just start over, like nothing ever happened.” Zheraiah’s cold eyes burned a hole into her.
“For what?? So I could kill you again?!” Zheraiah’s eyes turned colder than they had before. “You never really did love me, did you? You lied to me! You tried to kill me-”
“And who was the one who died??” Claire shut up. “You say that you loved me? Why’d you kill me? Who was it who felt the coldness of the sea as it pierced your body at full velocity? Who was it who died knowing that the one you loved had killed you? Was it you who was forced to do something irrational so you could protect others? It was me, Claire! It was me!”
He stopped.
“They were going to kill my family. They made me kill you. I had to, Claire! I had to…”
Astounded, Claire was shocked speechless,
What is he talking about?!
He was the one who tried to kill her, killed those kids, almost killed her family, and he was trying to make her the bad guy?!?
"Wha- what are you talking about!? Kill me? You said you hated your family!!! You even told me that you wanted them to die!"
Zheraiah flashed her an intense glare, "When something more precious than anyone or anything is on the line, I will do anything to get it, even at the cost of the person I love."
He leaned over her and pressed the back of her neck, "I'll talk to you when you're being reasonable, dearest..."
this isn't the person i knew...
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Rampian was in the kitchen, making herself a pocky sandwich, (her third one) when an angry Haruka stomped in and snatched the sandwich from her, surprising Rampian even more when she ate it herself.
"Hey!!!! I was going to eat that! What do you think you're doing?!?!"
Then she noticed the tears in her eyes. Rampian instantly softened up and asked,
"What's wrong?"
Haruko then burst out crying and spoke a quick jabber of Japanese.
"Uh, excuse me, but, uh, I really don't speak Japanese... could you translate?"
Haruko gave her a dirty look and stomped to her room. At the door, Haruko paused and said in a barley audible voice:
"Why did he come back...? Why?"
Rampian quickly jumped up from the chair she was sitting in and followed Haruko to the living room. Man, this is a big dorm. Its like some apartment or something..... Rampian was about to ask her again what was wrong, and then she saw the sticky note.
I'll see you on Saturday.
Then there was messy signature, some "Aaron Tomo.....something," like one a business person would use. She glanced at the calendar strung on the wall. It looked like it was Friday, January 20th, since there was a bright green circle on the day, with the time 6:00. So this mysterious "Aaron" would be here tomorrow. Ooh, how exciting. . . . .
"Um, Haruko, I hate to interrupt your whole sad moment, but, where exactly am I going to stay tonight....?" Haruko looked at her, got up, and walked towards a door.
Rampian glanced around the dorm, so, where would she stay, possibly the living room? Okay. Maybe a guest room? She wondered her way into the hall, looking for an empty bedroom.
"Hey! Get your butt back over here!" someone yelled from a door.
Okay, so that one is occupied...
She looked both ways down the hall and saw an empty room the left of Haruko's room.She knocked upon a door without a 'Taken' Sing.
As Rampian stepped into her new room, memories flashed back about moving to stay at her step-father's house when she was eleven. I'd rather not think about that right now. . . .
The room was somewhat smaller that Haruko's, but then, all the rooms were probably smaller than hers, considering the larger margin space (Rampian had just noticed) between her door and the next doors on its left and right. Why is she so special?
Haruko seemed to read her mind. "I'm the dorm's R.A., so if you need anything, just tell me." Haruko smiled, and Rampian let responded with and awkward grin. Not everybody can fake-smile as good as you, Haruko....
"Hey, um, the uh, note that was on your door... it said that, a guy was going to, ur, come tomorrow, and I was wondering if I could come......see what happens..................?"
Haruko watched Rampian hold her breath, awaiting an answer, and snickered inside at her patheticness. She paused extra long, on purpose, just to see her explode.
"Um, okay, If you want to."
A soft ringing emerged from Haruko's pocket as Rampian jumped and squealed excitedly, then calming herself after realizing what she was doing.
"Moshi-moshi? Konnichiha, houhou nitsuiteha , Akira-kun? Watashi ha, watashi ha kanou kamoshirenaisono nichi wo shira nai. Watashi ha chiekku sareru. Kare ni orikaeshi denwa surukotohadekimasuka? Wakarimashita. Watashi haanatawo nochini o hanashi masu. Baibai....!"
Rampian sighed. Japanese is such a nice language. . . . .
Akira That name sounded familiar to her, she just didn't know how. It was fuzzy really, like she didn't want to, but needed to remember it.
Back to her room. She had apparently chosen one slightly smaller than all the rest of the rooms. No roommate I bet... She thought.
The empty one-bed room seemed gloomy and was she imagining it, or was it slightly dusty? Rampian glanced around the rest of it. Ah, a bathroom with a shower and sink, a table, electrical outlets, and a mini kitchen.
MMMmmMMMmmmmMMMMmmmnnnnn
Rampian jumped and realized that it was her phone, vibrating against her butt.
"Oh," she sighed with relief, "That's all,"
She picked up the phone to see who it was. Oh, a text message, what's the name? She flipped to her address book and found the number.
A number she hadn't called in at least three years...
Claire.
Her real father's new wife, Jeniffer, married him with a daughter her age. Claire. That snotty jerk. She had issues, then cut communication from her along with Rampian's father.
So what did she want now after all this time...?
Rampian clicked a few buttons and the message popped up screen:
Help. don't respond. please, find me. im in a ship
A wave of coldness swept through her body. And she finds me now? in Japan? She had probably just a broken her nail or something stupid like that. Rampian hit delete on her phone and threw that nagging feeling away.
Back in her room, Haruko collapsed on her bed. With a few deep breaths, she finally calmed herself down. So she had come to the time where she had to be different. She had had the dream. She had gone to pick her up from the harbor, and now she was responsible for babysitting this Rampian.
I always tried to fit in. I became friends with all the popular girls and everything. I danced with the cutest boys. I laughed at jokes that weren't funny. I did everything to be "normal" and this happens.
Then she thought about Akira. His long hair that covered his eyes. That cute expression that was always on his face. His smile. His laugh. His presence.
Her thoughts drifted back to her new daycare business.
Is she going to go to the school too? Tomorrow?
Rampian flopped on the bed and thought. Hard. Her perfectly tweezed eyebrows scrunched together and her teeth dug into her lips.
Am I going to the school tomorrow? If not, do I just stay here? And what if I am going to the school? I don't speak Japanese! Much less have a uniform...
Then her thoughts switched to Claire.
What did that perfect little b***h want? She had everything she wanted and took everything Rampian had.
Her iPod was first. Then her laptop. Then her room. Then her Bathroom.
Her friends, and finally, she took Rampian's first boyfriend.
Zheraiah... She thought, What's he doing now?
He's probably laughing with his beautiful older girlfriend, laughing about me. About how stupid I was to let him get away from me. About how that brat Claire stole him like he was nothing. Damn that b***h. I hope she's strapped to a chair somewhere and being tortured by terrorists...
And she fell asleep.
Bringggggggggggg.... Bringggggggggggggggg....
Rampian snapped up.
"Wha, what?" She glanced over to the ringing phone on the sidetable. Then at the alarm clock next to it. 3:02!? Goddamn it, what does anybody want at a time like this? Rampian rolled over her brisk white sheets to the side where the old hotel room-esque telephone lay. Groggily, she picked up the phone.
"Um, what do you say, uh, konnichiwa?"
"Rampian!" Despite her sharp tone, she sounded like she had thrown up a million times. "Stop knocking on my door!"
"What? Knocking on- you just woke me up when you called....!"
"Then who's knocking?" She sounded furious.
"I don't know, you want me to come and..." There was a loud yelp on the other line. "Haruko??" There were only the sounds of struggling through the speaker.
Rampian didn't bother to place the phone back correctly on the stand; she pulled her gray sweatshirt over her head and ran out to Haruko's room.
"Aaron!! Dokokahe ike, watashi ni fura naide! Teishi suru, iie! Teishi shitekudasai!" All of her cool had drained out in a second.
"Hey! Hey!! What the heck are you doing to her?? Stop it!!"
He didn't even turn his head. "And who are you?"
"I'm the person who's going to make you stop whatever you're doing!" Rampian, with out thinking, grabbed the heavy lamp on the sidedtable, ready to throw it at his head. Just as she was bringing it down, Aaron's almost animal-like reflexes came into act, as he caught Rampian's wrist and pulled her down to the carpeted floor, and hitting her so hard in the back that she coughed up blood.
Everything went red. Ugh.... Who is this guy? Hitting a girl, what a sissy! She pushed herself off the ground to her feet, only to be met by another strong blow to the stomach.
"STOP!" Haruko screamed, sobbing consistently. "Aaron.... just go, get out, dassu ru..."
Aaron, finally realizing what he had did, gathered himself and hurried to the door. Turning back, he looked at Haruko's tear-soaked face and a wave of regret flooded over his face. But when he glanced at Rampian, all that disappeared and he stormed out of the room.
"I'll be back when she's not around."
After a few moments of complete silence, Rampian slid over to sit by Haruko, while wiping away the blood on her lip.
"You want to tell me what happened?"
"Oh, I have so much to tell you... I don't know where to start...."
 Hai Kono · Sat Mar 21, 2009 @ 11:42pm · 2 Comments |
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