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I covered my mouth when I smiled at his clumsy dance. He didn't smile, but instead gave a chuckle. Have I seem him smile yet? He went on though...thinking of what he would be. I pictured him as a fire fighter, ironic don't you think? Or maybe a teacher since he was good with people. But a painter? A painter for him I think. Almost perfectly. Even the way he illustrated his painting skills I liked. I stick my tongue on the top of my mouth and nodded.
"I think it fits you."
I looked at him and have a slight nod.

{For awhile I've been wanting to change mine too so here;;

[glow=maroon,2,300]{. Alethea Nadine Kane .}[/glow]

I was in somewhat of a light sleep, though i was just waiting for the minute that i would hear my Alarm. I was gritting my teeth and opening my eyes waiting for the blast of reality waking me up. Today was a day for my anxiety to take over my body and make me numb and dumb. I laid there wrapped in my blanket just dreading for my alarm. I shifted from my side to my back, staring at the ceiling. I was nervous and shaky. New things never did settle for me. I opened my eyes and at that exact moment my alarm went off.

vrrsst. vrrsst. vrrsst.

I rather quickly grabbed my phone and hit a red button on the screen to turn it off. I sat up, well i propped myself up on one elbow and looked at my perfectly clean room. It was clean to me, but not my picky father. I sighed and flipped the sheets off of me. I bet i looked d-mn good in my fuzzy spongebob squarepants pajama pants and my tank top that was ruffled right above my belly button. I lazily stood up and stumbled to my bathroom. I brushed my hair, followed by brushing my teeth and putting make up on. I was so shaky and worried about today that i had to redo it more then i had expected to all while getting pissed as it as well. Not after long i was finally finished and went to go find some decent clothes to wear to this important event. The outfit i wear today could affect my whole year at this place. So i went with something simple. Black Skinny jeans, with gray converse shoes for the below the waist. For my shirt i had a tight gray tank top under a oversized see through tank top that featured Nirvana. One of my personal favorites. I curled the bottom of my hair and put on a dark pink lip gloss. Like i said. Simple.

I clicked on some music my phone and slipped my phone in my pocket, but not before putting a pair of headphones in the headphone slot. I didn't want people to listen to my music. I skipped down the stairs. I was the only one awake in this blasted house so i wanted to be extra loud for my wonderful family. I made a quick microwave breakfast sandwich and i grabbed a orange juice and i was on my way. Out the door. I stuffed the sandwich in my mouth and ran to my car. A crappy piece of sh-t given to me by my older brother right before he left to college. I got in and started the car, it rattled and rattled.
"Come on, come on."
I whispered through my teeth and it rattled on. It shut off and i turned the key again. It did nothing but rattle. I swore under my breath and got out of the car. I decided to run, i mean im skinny enough. I gobbled down my sandwich and slurped down my orange juice. Then i ran. And ran. And ran. I had trouble getting there, but after sweating, nearly getting ran over, and getting chased down by a dog i made it. People were starting to go into the school, but some kids were still out. I smiled in relief. At least i wouldn't be late. My music was still blasting in my ears as well so that was i good sign.

I gasped for air as i crossed the street to get there. I remembered that i carried a water bottle in my bag. I reached behind me to get my bag. My bag? sh-t! My bag was left in my room. I stopped and wanted to scream into a pillow. Of course its the first day of school, my car won't work, and now i forgot my backpack at home. I looked around. Maybe someone would give me a ride? No. Theres no way, im new and no one even knows me.

Should i risk being late on the first day? Or get in trouble in every class i had today?

I grunted and sat on the curb to just take a breather. I was still out of breath and plus i was preparing myself to run back to my house. I put my head in my hands and shook my head. I am such a f-ckup it's almost funny. Just kidding. It's not funny.

This is definitely not funny.

I smiled as he kissed my nape. I only grinned and covered up more in the blanket. I wanted nothing to do with waking up. I was comfy and warm and our cuddle position was perfect in every way.
"Wayne. I don't plan on getting up anytime soon."
I murmured and buried my face into a pillow.

sorry boo
But yes...
Low af muse

I only smiled and turned to face towards him. His hair was everywhere, somewhat matching mind.
"I'm sure brucie will suffice one morning with you sleeping in."
I whispered and kissed his cheek. I laid my head softly on the pillow.

i just can't help it
Everyone hates low muse :c

I grabbed and ran a hand through his long hair, making a fake grin.
"But you look so rough and tough with your stubble and un-kept hair."
I commented and smiled sweetly, a small laugh exciting my throat. His hand rested didn't on my cheek, and u couldn't help but each up and grab it. Our fingers intwined with each other

What would make life easier is if there was no Mondays
And if we could meet each other in person cx

I closed my eyes and chuckled as he relaxed on me. Molding into me. Or foreheads touching softly. He was making little circles on hand.
"Your usual length?"
I asked quietly, trying not to ruin the moment.

one day perhaps

I closed my eyes with a smile on my face. The warmth was getting to me, along with our cuddles. As he softly put his lips on mine I made a light source sound as I was battling sleep right there and then.

I didn't refuse to him. It took me no time to drift back into dreamland.

Timeskip?

As I was taking in the wonderful scenery I couldn't help but feel as though someone was staring at me. I tried to ignore the feeling as I'm sure someone was looking at me. I mean for one I'm new and for two there are thousands of teenagers here. I'm sure someone is glancing my way one way or another. Suddenly a voice rang out. I looked at the male figure who was standing to the left of me. Was he talking to me? I glanced to my other side to see if there was a person standing behind me, which there wasn't. He was talking to me. I turned back to him and have a grin.
"Yes, Yes indeed. It's quite the Academy."
I looked back at the Academy, lifting my nose in the air slightly. I couldn't help but notice the smell of nature around the area. There was a garden? I don't remember seeing that on the map. I looked back towards the male. I was obviously to distracted.

I swear one of my core values is non other then being distracted.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners!?"
I said rather abruptly. Remember when I said I went to that class to learn about manners? Well as you can see I want lying about ' that ship has sailed'. I smiled and held out my hand to him.
"Kodiak Kane in the flesh."
I joked obviously. As I looked at him I couldn't help but notice done familiar facial features. His cheeks, eyes, figure. Reminded me of a picture that my dad showed me. In the picture my dad was standing next to another boy, the same age and size of my father. My dad called him his Equal and they spawned together. What was his name? What was his name? It was on the top of my tongue. I just can't think of it. Well either way this must be his son.

We must both be trying to carry on the legacy.

Finally it hit me! Tudor. One of my father's greatest rivals. I don't know why, but he has told me stories of how they were somewhat frenemies. Friendly to reach others faces but when one of them had their back turned it was a whole other story. Pranks and sneak attacks were their specialty. I was amused by the stories but not long did they start turning more dangerous. My father normally talks about his experience at ASA. now I just realized maybe he did that to earn me of how dangerous it actually is here. Luckily for me it might be my first year but I've been ASA training ever since I was five or six. With my father it was serious training. He told me fighting was a very important skill and it would be taken very seriously. He never told me that he wanted me to do it for my future career. So this was all a surprise to me.

Where should I start?

"Damian. I don't think you understand how dangerous it is. Do you want another coma? We have been doing just fine, why do you wanna risk it again?!"
I was scolding him for the past couple of days now. All I've been hearing from him mouth is that he wants to get back out on the field, but I don't know about that. He could get hurt all over again! I don't know if I could handle another two months with him gone. He's been training for awhile, but it's at least been for months since he fought any criminals...let along the joker. Ask he'll could break lose with this one.
"I just- I don't understand why you have a need to do this kind crazy sh.t..."
I crossed my arms over my chest, looking at him.

I looked at him, still crossing my arms. How could he say that? How is he being so oblivious?!
"I'm serious Damian."
I said, not giving out. I mean maybe I was being a little stubborn but I still don't think he understands all the costs of her goes back in action. I guess I'm a little more comfortable if he just goes on nightly round and deal with the people of Gotham, but if I give him that he will just ask for more.

I just looked at him. Not saying anything. Just watched him. I know how he is with three things. He nearly as stubborn as I am. I grunted and sat on his lap.
"Fine. Fine. Fine."
I finally gave up.

I pulled and pushed away from his kisses at first. I didn't want them. I was still unhappy about this, but I couldn't keep away forever. He kept nudging forward. I smiled and kissed him on his lips.
"Yes yes...you're Welcome."
I pulled away and looked into his blue eyes.
"you're lucky I love you."

[shadow=maroon,left]"The best kind of dreams are the ones when you wake up."[/shadow]

[shadow=maroon,left]plot.[/shadow]

It's hard to get out of the bad when your family is known for being down right dirty criminals. When your family name is feared and people jump to conclusions it's hard to live a normal teenage life. For young Kodiak this is the last of her worries. With her family name stuck in the light of the mafia and people at school spreading rumors about her brother in prison she just can't focus on her dream. She gives up and follows her family name. Selling drugs, sneaking around, stealing things. While she ventures the family business she meets a guy. A guy who could change her the better. Or worse. He has been through thick and thicker. With a messed up and corrupted brain he teaches her that there is no good in the world...everyone has that one quirk or that secret that hides their dark side. While on this adventure with this mystery male she not only tries to find her dark secret, but also his.

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Kodiak 'Kia' Kane

[shadow=black,left]"What did your brother do now Kane?"
"Kane's family is at it again..."
"I heard Killer Kane's brother stabbed a man right in the heart."
"The Kane's are cold blooded man, no emotions."

killer Kane...yeah that's me. A name I got long ago because of my family. A name I've tried to dodge and lock away deep down inside of the past, yet I have failed everytime. A name that is somewhat true....not for me...but for my family. Long ago my great great grandfather had picked up that name after he shot a guy in the head over some drug money. After that my family was sold on this solid name that held the stories of stabbings over drugs and shooting over money. People starting respecting and we became quite a famous Mafia. A family business that consist of drugs, killing, alcohol, prostitution, and a whole lot of money. We hit it big and we still are. We are less feared nowadays but the police still can't catch half my family for some reason. Family...am I right?

As for me? Nah I'm not into that kind of stuff. I'd rather not get into that stuff. Drugs are bad for the body. Money is like a drug to the mind. Prostitution is just...no. Alcohol tastes like sh.t so if rather not. Sure I've done my part in the family business, but I'm not picking up on bad habits not now. Not at my age when I have my whole life in front of my eyes. Not like my idiot brother. He's a few years older then me but man is he in deep with the police. He might not even get a second chance if he loses his case and he has his whole adult hood in prison. Yeah that's going to look real good on his job reseme.

Idiot.

I don't know if I mentioned before...but I have a dream. Oh yes. I have dream that I want to reach. That I want to become. I want to succeed my dream so I won't be killer Kane's no more. I'd be something else...I'd be Kia the Dream Catcher. Yeah it might sound kidish. Like I'm a little girl in the big bad world chasing something that should be an eight year olds dream. Well too bad it's my dream too. I wanted this dream since I was seven and now I'm seventeen and I want this dream and when I'm twenty seven I'm still going to want this dream and I am going to pursue it. So don't judge or hate or anything because when I was seven I wanted to be a ballerina. I'm seventeen now and I still want to be a ballerina. Okay? Yeah that's my childish dream.

So deal with it.

I try not to screw up. I try not to follow in my family's footsteps. But things don't always go as planned. My father the other day called my to do a favor. I knew right away what it was about. I was sitting in my room of my apartment. Yes in seventeen but I look over I guess. It was a little white lie, so what? Anyway I was sitting on my bed, reading a book when my phone vibrated on my night stand.
wip[/shadow]

I heard footsteps nearing towards me. It better be a miracle. Suddenly a male voice startled me. I looked up, to see a rather interesting guy. I looked at him for a moment and then stood up. I ran a hand through my hair and started talking really fast.
"Well I don't know if you noticed but it's my first day here and I woke up anxious but I didn't work about it and then I ate real fast and then my car wouldn't work. I didn't want to be late so I ran. Got chased by a dog and got some crazy looks but I finally got here. Of course anyone after running is that and I had a water bottle and lucky for me I had one in my backpack. Which the idiot I am I left it at home. And I can't decide whether to be late to school on my first day or have a bad impression with every teacher without my stuff. So I'm kinda freaking out and stressing out and...and...yeah."
I explained, talking a mile a minute. I sunk back to the curb and the my hands in the air.
"It takes a f.ckup to f.ck up."
I said with a sigh. I looked back up at him and gave a somewhat awkward smile. I stood back up and realized how restless and shaky I was. And how he was shaking to. I didn't say anything to him though. I mean I didn't even know him. It would be weird to just ask him a question like that. I looked up from the ground and back at him. I noticed his nose ring and lip runs and his hole in his ears. Interesting. I wonder how I would look with rings in my face, but quickly realized my father, who is religious in every way, would kill me. He would kill me if I smoked, or got an tattoo, or anything that was sin like. I wasn't judging him in a bad way, I actually admired his difference from everyone else. I was scared to be different sometimes.
"But..uh...I'm sure I'll figure something out."
I said, trying to stay somewhat positive. To calm myself down. I'll be fine, is not the end of the world. Not completely. This year is starting out like sh.t and its going to end like sh.t.

I wrapped my and around his neck and kissed him back. A smile under the kiss. We have been dating for awhile now. Honestly I'm quite surprised about it. Ever since that one day I haven't been with another man. Just him.
"Dami."
I whispered as we kissed.

I nodded and listened. Kind of. He was right though. I mean I couldn't get that punished. I rubbed a hand over my face. It has a thin layer of sweat. I need to calm down. I took a deep breath. My heart slowed down and I thought to myself.
'Calm down. Don't worry. You'll be fine.'
I stared at the ground for a moment before looking back at him. I smiled sweetly and held out my hand to him. I was completely distracted. With school and my worries plus the interesting guy in front of me.
"I'm Alethea Kane."
I said as we shook hands. I pulled away, or hands were both slightly sweaty. Whoops. I wiped my hands on my pants and hoped he didn't notice my sweaty hands.
"And you are?"
Surprisingly sounding snotty when I meant for it to sound polite.

I smiled and pulled away from his lips.
"No silly I need so knowing from you."
I laughed slightly and put my hands on either side of his face.
"When are you leaving to go off on your patrol?"
I asked, lifting an eyebrow and looking at his eyes.

His name was ironic. It rhymed and both names were somewhat girlish. I couldn't help but smiled a little bit. I thought for a minute and then remembered that I had no clue where any of my classes or at least where my locker was. Seeing as how he is the only person I know, well somewhat know, I might as well take this opportunity. I have decided to apologize to ask of my teachers and not get my backpack. I smiled two fingers in my back pocket and grabbed the two things I did remember. My classes and information. I pulled it out and held it in between us.
"Do you think you could show me around?"
I asked him.