Posts by Silent_Lullaby

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]--Wow, this made me sad in real life. XD I could just picture it.

Ayame stared at Takeshi. No one told me? What didn't anyone tell me? The moment he told her, Ayame felt her throat tighten. "W-What? That's.. that's not funny, Takeshi." She whispered, feeling her eyes beginning to burn. She took the news immediately. Her emotions swirled, but she couldn't even possibly compare her pain to his. "Four.. years?" She clutched her bag tightly before letting it drop to the ground. Instantly, she dived right into Takeshi and hugged him. Why hadn't anyone told her? There she was, messing around with the crowd, and yet Takeshi had to of felt pain. Where was she? "I'm.. I'm sorry." She cried, not only for the thought of losing his parents, but for leaving him behind.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]--Feels like an anime where I'm just squealing through 99% of it XDD

Ayame could only let her tears drown her eyes as she sobbed into Takeshi. She didn't know what losing a loved one felt like. After all, her grandparents died on both ends of the family before she could even comprehend what "dead" was. Growing up, her mother told her from the pets she had, she was taught that they were just resting and one day you'll see them again. Burying them was far beyond what she understood. When she continued to get older, she learned truly what dead was. And now, she was experiencing it after losing someone she felt was a mistake. "Not knowing was the fault." She whispered. "Why didn't I keep you close to my side at all times?" She continued, knowing now she was about being dramatic. Deep down, she knew she never let him go.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame couldn't help but pathetically laugh when she started to calm down. This went back. Back to their childhood. She couldn't help but nuzzle into him. She didn't care if she acted childish in front of Takeshi, mainly because he's seen her through everything. She enjoyed his comforting presence. She could feel her face heat up when he put his hand on her head. She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat then. "Thank you." She whispered into him. She tightened her hug to prevent Takeshi of letting go to see her possible flushed face. From apologies to thank-you's, Ayame knew she had to be falling off the boat.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]By name, Ayame could hear her phone buzzing and moving along the floor as it vibrated. She would have grabbed her phone and smashed it to a million pieces if it weren't for it being feet away. She sighed, taking in the moment of the hug for one last second, and finally breaking it. She smiled up at him. "There's many things I could thank you for," Ayame laughed, "just like you being here for me." With that, she went over to grab her phone. This time there was no hiding it. "Seiji is really starting to get annoying when he texts me." She spat. "Who sends 69 messages in half a minute?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]--Forgot all about that joke xD My bad.

Ayame shook her head. "He's only taking me to a party." She told Takeshi, acting as if the situation were just dust being swept away. "Plus, I don't see what's bad about him. I don't care if he manhandled girls into kissing him or crap, that won't happen to me. One night, and I won't have to hang out with him ever again." She continued, now seeing the point of him being bad in her "what if he was this kind of guy" thoughts. She felt her eye twitch, but she shrugged the feeling. "I don't plan on staying at the party long, anyways. I promise to be home, safe." She put her right hand over her heart, and slightly bowing before laughing.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame's eyes widened. When did he notice this? She took the paper and, not just put it somewhere safe, but she added it in her phone. She sighed before hugging Takeshi. "Still overprotective as always." She smiled. "Alright, I still have to get ready. I'll see you soon!" She told him before taking her leave.

As Ayame walked home, she couldn't help but ponder everything. She was still aching from the fact that Takeshi's parents had perished. And she didn't know for as long as it went by. Four years. She fiddled with her phone, nibbling on her lip. It took some force to hold back the threatening tears. She couldn't cry. Not again when he told her it would be alright. She had hope for that.

Upon arriving home, she was greeted by her Dad who just got home as well. They had a small chat before Ayame got ready. She grabbed her outfit and put it on. A half-sleeved white shirt, a black tulle skirt, black tights, and ankle high black studs. She refused to do make up, finding it a pain, but had curled her hair. She smiled as she looked at herself through the mirror before her. Little did she know, she had taken almost all of her time getting ready.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]--XDDD

Ayame was startled by the ringing of her phone. She whipped back to see the light flashing on and off before she hurried over to pick it up. "Hey Ayame, are you ready?" Seiji asked through the phone. She felt her stomach knot. "Yeah, are you on your way?"
"Nope. Currently waiting for you outside." Ayame's eyes widened. She removed the phone to check the time to see it already being 7:09. So what if she were a tad late? She put the phone close to her ear again. "On my way out, sorry." She apologized, quickly hanging up. She made her way to the front door when her dad stopped her to give her a hug. "Have fun." He told her while he politely whisked the door open for her. She smiled and thanked him on her way out. Just like he said, Seiji was waiting out in the front.
"Sorry for the wait!" She smiled as she tossed herself in his car. He shook his head and returned the smile. "Nah, wasn't a long wait." He replied. She sighed in relief that he wasn't mad or anything. She began to buckle up when she felt a stare, which caused her skin to crawl. She nudged it away and seated herself in the seat comfortably. "You look really pretty." Seiji told her. Ayame lifted an eyebrow and turned to him just to catch him finishing eyeing her. She bit her lip in frustration. Something did feel slightly off. Because it was only the beginning of the night, she calmly breathed in and breathed out. "Thanks." She muttered, looking to him with a glint of tease. "I guess I could say you look fairly handsome." She told him. He only chuckled and focused back on the road. It hadn't taken long until they arrived at Mizuki's house. As soon as the two of them got to the front door, it opened and revealed a screaming Mizuki.
"Ayame! You made it! And.." She glared at Seiji. "With this freak." She grumbled, looking like she was asking herself if she should even let the guy in. Ayame rolled her eyes. "The party?" She asked, snapping Mizuki from her murderous thoughts. She dragged Ayame inside and left Seiji to follow.
Along the way to the main part of the house of where the party was being taken at, Ayame had seen guys already half-naked and a few girls screaming from others with masks on they probably found lying around. As soon as they hit the main room, Ayame flinched at the smell of alcohol. Mizuki offered her some immediately, but she shook her head in disgust. The girl shrugged and disappeared among the crowd. "So," Seiji yelled so he could be heard over the music and the squealing. Ayame leaned in to hear better. "you don't drink?" He asked, taking a shot of perhaps Vodka. The smell was irritable. She let it slide. "Nope!" Ayame said with pride for herself. She swore to never drink. "Never have, never will!" She added, only to glance up at Seiji to see him look away to hide his face. Ayame narrowed her eyes at that.

Later on that night, Ayame had met up with Alice. Before she could hear the end of the story to her crazy relationship ride, she was yanked away and was forcefully knocked into someone. "H-Hey!" She shouted, though to look up to meet a smirking Seiji. His eyes flickered of mischief. Ayame struggled to free the grip he had on her wrist, getting more p*ssed as he just stood there, staring down at her. "Seiji!" She growled. In the position she was in, she was feeling uncomfortable. She was busy trying to free herself when she didn't notice that he had leaned down to her ear. "Don't you want to take the two of us and become one?" He slurred, towering over her small frame. Ayame's eyes widened. "What the h*ll you sick perv!" She screamed, clawing at his arm. She about had her freedom until he took a hold of the bruise she had been covering up so well. She screeched when he touched it, slapping him in a way that would shoo him away. Though, the smack had failed. Not only did that worry her, but the fact that no one cared if she were going to be taken away with this devil.

Ayame was frozen on the spot. Think, Aya, think! She sped through her thoughts. Momentarily, a light bulb blinked on. Takeshi! She whipped out her phone, keeping it on the low so Seiji would hopefully not see. The time she began to text him, Seiji had noticed. This made her panic. She quickly typed whatever and hammered the send button before the guy took her phone. "What do you think you're doing?" He growled into her face. She gagged at the stench of alcohol running off his tongue. She should have trusted Takeshi! Right from the very start!

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame nodded, unable to restrain herself as she buried herself into him. It was certain that she wouldn't be doing this again. She about sobbed into him until she realized they were still drawing attention. She bit her lower lip. "Can we leave?" She asked him, keeping her face hidden in his chest. Her voice came out shaky, but pleading. The thought of Seiji's words were still a hangover in her mind. She regretted coming to this party. She regretted everything at that moment. Her heart was painful with every beat due to not even listening to Takeshi's advice. She could have stayed home that night, watching movies like she usually did on Friday nights. She clutched onto Takeshi as more whispers were spreading throughout the place.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame shook her head, thankful they were finally outside. She ignored her arm, which was the last of her worries at the moment. She didn't speak on behalf of knowing when she did, she may break down right then and there. She still had a tight hold on him, as if a part of her was afraid that if she let go, she won't see him again.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame hugged Takeshi again when they stopped. "I don't," She began to cry again, "want to lose you." She told him, although she had the feeling it won't ever happen again. She had realized again from before during their childhood that she could count on Takeshi for anything, but she had only just realized that he was needed in her life. She looked up at him with watered eyes, and smiled. He was always telling her it'd be alright.
It will be alright.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]"Can I stay over at your house tonight?" Ayame asked quietly. She thought it'd be a little embarrassing, but she wasn't in the best mood to deal with her father and all his questions. She looked up at him curiously again, wondering if he'll let her over. Although she was slightly blushing, her mind was telling her it was normal.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame shrugged, looking off to whatever she could see on the street as she thought of something. "I guess because he somehow got me to trust him. Usually, when people ask me out to parties, they leave me hanging to hang out with others. I guess, that too, is the main reason I went." She bit her cheek. It wasn't explaining why she went in the first place, she could have been left to survive a night of boredom. She sighed, not a single idea of why she actually went. She glanced at Takeshi. "At least I get to spend the rest of the night with someone I actually like." She softly laughed as she walked alongside him. About shoulder-to-shoulder.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?" She gave Takeshi a playful smirk. "Is Takeshi.. jealous?" She began to laugh. "No worries! At least Seiji is way too lame, but you get me to stay the night with you!" She went to grab his hand to further the play, but the moment she did she realized that his knuckles were bleeding. She gasped. "That must have been a d*mn good hit!" She shouted. "Hurry! We have to treat you!" She dragged him along by his other hand to his house.
Whenever they reached his house, Ayame burst through the door, wailing like there was a time limit or something. She dragged him into his kitchen, turned on the sink, and threw his bloody hand in. She immediately went around looking for band-aids or something to cover it.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0.1; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 400px;][color=lightblue][font=tahoma]Ayame hunted the drawer down like a dog. She opened it, and immediately found the gauze. She clumsily took it in hand, bouncing it a bit as she lost her grip. When she was able to firmly hold it, she whipped back around to Takeshi. "Here," She breathed as she took his hand. She had grabbed a towel nearby (aliens, it popped out of nowhere) and pressed it along his hand. When it was dry enough, she carefully took the gauze and began to diligently wrap it. She turned the faucet off when she finished, sighing in relief. "Better?" She asked, her eyes twinkling up at him with concern.