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 Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:40 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko"  Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little time Miya glowered as he spoke, but her glower turned into full out anger as a deadly aura seemed to surround her. "Take it back." She said angrily, jumping off the table and grabbed her bag menacingly, as if she would use it as a weapon. Honestly, she just might. To add to her bad mood, when he mentioned her not being lady like, or asking if she owned a dress, her mental walls went up. "What, just because I don't wear skirts and dressed means that I can't be a GIRL?" She more or less shrieked instead of asked.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, making it hit her back with a loud 'thud'. She turned her back to him, shaking her head to keep her face from going red with rage. "Never mind, I'm out of here." She said and started walking away from the table. With each step she got faster until she was running, then she jumped up and let gravity help put her weight on the wheels to send her AT's to max.
She zipped past pedestrians and in and out of crowds, earning complaints from the before mentioned. She finally stopped at a fence of the amusement park, and leaned against it, putting her forehead against the fence and closed her eyes, gripping onto it. She dropped her bag beside her and sighed, then turned around and sat on the ground slowly, running a hand through her hair. "Sheesh... Why does it just get harder and harder to be around him? He just gets worse and worse every day. Freaking jack a**..." She grumbled to herself, frowning at a rock that was in front of her.
'It just gets more and more... Frustrating to be around him. And he doesn't even see it.' She thought and sighed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the fence. Images of the past flashed in her mind. Laughing, crying, happy, sad, scared... The memories hit her like a ton of bricks, and she pushed them to the back of her mind. "hat was such a long time ago... No use wishing for the past." She thought, then looked back at the rock in front of her.
She picked up the rock and weighed it in her hand for a second, then pulled her arm back and threw the rock with as much force as she could muster, frowning. "That... That... Stupid jerk." She muttered, glaring at the ground. She brought her knees up, so both feet were flat on the ground, and put her elbows on her knees, her hands dangling in the gap between her knees. 'Unladylike...' She thought, then shifted her position so she was sitting with her legs closed and to the side of her, sitting 'properly' for a girl on the ground.
She stayed like that for a moment, then sighed exasperatedly. "What the hell am I doing?" She asked herself and sat with her legs crossed, pulling her bag onto her lap and took out her bottle, getting a drink of it. "I'm not changing for anyone. Especially him." She muttered, frowning. The words were supposed to make her feel better, but instead she just felt more away from her own body. Was she lying to herself? She couldn't really tell... 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock 
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 6:02 pm
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery   This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante arched an eye brow as Miya stood up and complained further... He just sat there smiling calmly like usual... As she stormed off... Making sure she was out of sight... The moment she vanished through the crowds... Dante instantly turned his head before lowering it behind the table and coughing up blood... It splattered all over the ground as he barely held him self in place with one hand... He shakily reached for another napkin... Before grabbing a handful... 'it's getting worse... wont be long before I'm back in again...' He thought before slamming his fist down on the table...
He used the napkins to wipe the blood from his mouth before leaning up and sighing... He grabbed his drink before taking in a mouthful... Rinsing his mouth out... Then spitting the now slightly red tinted liquid out... Hitting the blood that had hit the ground before... Now it just looked like darker dirt rather then blood stained dirt... He sighed before drinking down the rest of it before tossing it to the garbage... It barely hit the edge before doing a flip and landing on the edge... Before slowly falling in... The few people that had been watching clapped cheerfully as Dante's eye twitched... "it wasn't a trick you idiots..." He mumbled before standing up.
He started following Miya's AT tracks before his vision began to go blurry... He stopped as he placed his hand against the closest wall before placing his other to his forehead... He shut his eye's tightly before shaking his head. 'it's never happened this quick before... is it really getting that much worse?' He thought before coughing a couple times... No blood this time... He pushed off the wall as he opened his eye's slightly... He leaned forward on his AT's as they began moving him once more in Miya's tracks path...
After a few moments of passing through an arrogant crowd... He came into sight of Miya shifting around in her seat... He raised an eye brow as she sat like a proper lady... He couldn't help but laugh quietly... He rode forward once more... Finally getting close to the girl. "oh come on... you know I was kidding... there was no reason to storm off like that" He said holding out his hand to help her up. "it'll be dark soon... come on I'll walk you home" He said with that usual calm smile he normally had...
Often Dante walked Miya home when they were kids... Bully's being the main reason... For what ever reason... She seemed to be a target for them... Now... If they tried anything they wouldn't be having kids... Most men were scared of her if anything... But Dante still seemed to look at her like that same scared little girl he used to protect... He would still walk her home when ever he could, fix things for her... Mainly her AT's... Just doing what he could to make her happy... She always used to be so sad... At least... That was what Dante had remembered... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended... 
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:12 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeWhen she heard footsteps, then a voice near her, Miya jumped back, flinging the still half full water bottle to the side, the water spilling out from it and onto the ground. She clutched her bag and her eyes shot up to his face. A sigh of relief left her lips, or maybe it was annoyance, it was somewhere in the middle. "Damn Dante, don't do that!" She said, frowning at him. She looked at his calm smile and scowled. "Stop forcing yourself to smile. It's creepy." She grumbled, but put her hands in his and used him to lift herself up.
When she stood up straight she dusted herself off, then slung her bag over her shoulder before walking to the water bottle and picked it up, putting the top on it then tossed it into a trashcan near by. "Do you have to treat me like a little kid still? I can walk myself home. No one would dare try and hurt me." She said, grumbling. Though she was a bit happy that a few things had stayed the same as when they were little, it just really got on her nerves sometimes. 'Like that childish nickname.' She thought, frowning.
As she put her free hand on her hip, the other resting on her shoulder as she held her bag's strap, she looked at the ground and thought about what she might have wanted to follow them to their older years. Maybe that when they were little they had no secrets, but know they just seem to be piling up. Her major secret concerned someone who seems to spend more and more time at her house and- 'Don't think about this.' She thought, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
She looked up at the sky, then at Dante. "Hey, how about we meet somewhere tomorrow?" She asked him, turning so she was walking backwards so she could see him as they talked. She didn't bother looking back since she was mostly sure Dante would either warn her about anything in her path or catch her if she tripped. But mostly only went so far. There was still the chance he'd be mean just to mess with her, since he seems to enjoy messing with her in odd ways. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:40 pm
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante sighed as he shook his head. "I never have to force my self to do it around you idiot..." He said with a slight frown... He helped her up before rubbing the back of his head and yawning. "I treat you like a little kid still- BECAUSE YOU ARE ONE!" He said abruptly... Clearly Dante was not one to hole back his thoughts... Or at least he wasn't exactly subtle about it... "I've told you already... until you beat me... then you'll always be that same old scared little girl from all those years ago" He said with a quiet chuckle, When she asked if they could meet somewhere the next day he raised an eye brow. "well I'll meet you tomorrow out side your house to go to school like I do everyday... if you want we could probably hang out after school tho..." He said looking up and rubbing the back of his head. "is that alright?" He asked as he smiled calmly once more.
((bleh short... but I'm trying to get to something)) I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:50 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeMiya frowned a bit when he called her a kid. "I am not a kid! I'm the same age as you! And I am obviously NOT the scared little girl I was back then!" She said, her cheeks puffing out childishly, despite her efforts to make him stop treating her like a kid.
When he asked about after school she rolled her eyes. "That's what I was talking about, after school. Yeah, so where should we go?" She asked, smiling despite her attempts to be mad. She put her free hand in her pocket as she kept walking backwards. 'I'm just waiting for a pole to appear....' She thought, almost laughing out loud at herself, but she caught it just in time to keep herself from seeming somewhat crazy. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock Yay, getting to stuff! xD
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:55 pm
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante laughed at Miya's child like reaction... As she asked where to go he thought about it for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. "how about-" He was cut off by his vision going blurry once more... He stopped as he started to wobble... 'dammit...' He thought as he closed his eye's before leaning forward to cough... He covered his mouth with his hand... But that didn't stop the blood from leaking around and then dripping onto the ground... He continued to wobble before mumbling. "sorry" And falling back...
He landed on his back as blood leaked from his mouth... His head was turned to the side... His eye's were shut... And his body seemed lifeless... Tho this wasn't the first time this had happened... Nor while Miya was present... Truth be told it wouldn't be all that surprising if Miya wasn't shocked in the least... But it was clear that Dante was heading back to the hospital......... Again... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 8:17 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeMiya smiled more as Dante laughed. She liked making him laugh. She looked at him as he started to talk, then she blinked when he wobbled. She tried to grab him before he fell, but the didn't happen. She moved over and moved down beside him, then sighed a bit. "Time to go to the hospital. Again." She said and ran a hand through her hair. "Let's see..." She muttered, pulling out her cell phone.
The sad part was that this wasn't new to her. She should be worried about him, well she is, but she should at least be shocked, but she wasn't. Dante seemed to get sick a lot, and so eventually she got used to it, but never enough not to be worried each time it happened. 'Yaki Gyoza, Ichigo Daifuku, and Sweet Dumplings. I'll bring him that tomorrow.' She thought. It was something of a tradition to bring him food when she visited him in the hospital because, as far as she knows, he tends not to eat their food.
'Lucky thing I had it on me this time.' She thought, flipping the slender blue phone open and hitting the number '9' on her phones key pad and put it to her ear. She had gotten the exact number to the ambulance of the hospital just for these occasions. When the person on the other line asked what was wrong, she quickly explained the situation, then told the location they were at.
When all was said and done, she hung up the phone and was about to slip it back in her pocket when she stopped, looking at his AT's then at the phone. She shrugged a bit. 'Why not.' She thought, then aimed the phones camera at the heel of Dante's AT's. When she clicked the center button, Dante's battle level appeared on the screen and she blinked, then her brow furrowed. "When did you go up three levels!?" She said, frowning. 'I have to work harder... I'm falling behind....' She thought, frowning.
She shook her head and gently and sighed, then moved to where his head was, gently lifted his head, then put it on her lap, a habit of hers when this happened. She had no idea how it had started, it was sometime when they were little, and it just continued as they grey. "Looks like I'm going home alone tonight and make plans some other time." She muttered, and even though he couldn't hear or, she hid the disappointment she felt. She stayed quiet, messing with his hair subconsciously with one hand, and tapping the other against the ground until she heard the wailing siren of the ambulance.
TIME SKIP
TO THE HOSPITAL 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock Letting you take care of the rest with the ambulance xP
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