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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 28, 2009 16:20:17 GMT -8
It had been a tiresome day. Who knew working would be some much... Work. Well, Myra was just getting used to working. At least she wasn't to bad a worker. So she thought. She was getting paid. So she had to be doing good... Right? The girl opened the door to the rental house and smiled at the fact that she wasn't alone. Before Kiyoshi had moved in it had been kind of lonely. When she was living in the main house she hadn't been one to talk a lot, but she still didn't like being all alone.
Walking in she closed the door behind her and tossed her bag, which she hated to call a purse but that's what it was, on the sofa sitting herself beside it. She blew on some hair from her bangs that fell in her eyes and closed her eyes for a moment. But she decided she was hungry and jumped up to go into the kitchen to find something to eat.
((Hm... I didn't think I would make her cut herself. But I thought it would be interesting if Kiyoshi asked for money and Myra said she didn't have any to give him and he lost control. XD Unless you hash another idea.
P.S. Bad title. I've just not been into the titles lately. XD))
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Post by Platinum on Jun 28, 2009 16:37:00 GMT -8
Kiyoshi walked into the kitchen, running his hand through his messy black hair.
"Hey Myra." He said to the girl. He still looked... well... sick. Paler then normal with dark purple circles under his eyes. He didn't know hoe to come out and ask what he wanted to ask, so he thought he would slowly build up to it.
"Are we good on rent?" He asked.
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 28, 2009 17:07:03 GMT -8
Myra looked over at him from the counter. He did look ill but she wasn't going to bother asking if he was okay since he would just say he was fine whether he was or not. She thought about his question for a moment.
"I think so. Once I get paid for the week that is. If you wanted to help out then we're certainly good on rent." She answered looking back at the counter thinking about what she wanted to eat.
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Post by Platinum on Jun 28, 2009 17:10:10 GMT -8
"Oh... okay... so you're saying that you have some extra cash?" Kiyoshi asked her, his voice almost timid. He ran his hand through his hair again and glanced around in a nervous habit, a bad one.
Nobody's here, stupid. Ask her the question. He thought harshly.
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 28, 2009 17:37:46 GMT -8
"Not really..." Myra replied trailing off and glancing at him. What was he getting at? If he needed money why wasn't he just asking? "Why do you ask?" She added playing ignorant; which she was fairly good at.
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Post by Platinum on Jun 28, 2009 17:40:54 GMT -8
Kiyoshi chewed his lip.
"I need money." He told her bluntly. "I really need money."
((Blleeh. The Persians have stolen my muse. We must go to war with them to get it back ::jumps into armor and grabs a spear:: For SPARTA!!! D=<))
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 28, 2009 17:46:32 GMT -8
((This is madness!))
Well, it hadn't surprised Myra. Since that had been what she was expecting. So she asked, "For what?" Of course she might be able to gather some up if it was important... But right now she was still waiting to be paid and didn't really have any extra money.
"I don't really have any right now..." She added in a bit of a mumble. For a moment she kept her back to him but turned back around to look at him.
((The Persians must have left some muse with me. *hands you some muse* Maybe you should listen to the band Muse. XDD))
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Post by Platinum on Jun 28, 2009 17:57:27 GMT -8
((Madness...? This. Is. SPARTAAAAA! D=< ::kicks Persian messenger into well:: ... ::eats muse:  "I need medication." The boy came up with quickly. He swallowed and looked away. He couldn't stop lying to Myra. But he couldn't let her know... she wouldn't love him anymore. But he needed the drugs to live. It was a deadly cycle. |
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 28, 2009 18:12:03 GMT -8
"I... I don't have any money for you though." Myra said feeling a little bad. But he had looked away... Why? Was he lying to her?
"Can you ask your family?" She asked blinking and looking at Kiyoshi. He looked like he could use some medication. The girl felt bad for having to deny him. But she couldn't help the fact that she didn't have enough money.
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Post by Platinum on Jun 29, 2009 6:58:18 GMT -8
"They don't have any money, either." Kiyoshi told her. Which was another lie. They had money. Not alot, but some. But they wouldn't want to give it to him. At this point they had pretty much disowned them. Kiyoshi didn't know if Lawliet had told the rest of his family about his... issues. But it didn't really matter to him anymore. They werne't his family to him. They had judged him.
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 29, 2009 7:29:54 GMT -8
"Oh..." Myra said trailing off and looking at the floor. She wasn't sure what else to say. "I don't have any money to give you." She said; sighing. Surely if he really needed money there was something else he could do.
((Hm... You have an idea for him to lose his control? XD I figured he could bite her this time...))
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Post by Platinum on Jun 29, 2009 7:40:29 GMT -8
The boy clenched his fists.
"You don't understand. You're lying to me. You're lying, I won't believe it. You just like the others. Just like them, judging me. I thought you were different..." As Kiyoshi went on, he got more angry. She was lying! She had to be.
"You have money for new clothes, and bags, and other sh**, but you're too selfish to give some money to the person you love." He growled out. "Remember this, Myra, I'm the only one who accepted you for who you were. Who you are. The only one who loved you, who trusted you, the only one who wanted you. And you judged me!" His control had snapped a long time ago when he Had started yelling. But now he was taking it to the next level.
Kiyoshi roughly grabbed her throat and slammed her once into the fridge. But without a seconds delay, he yanked her smaller body back and slammed her against the wall.
Once there, he lowed his head to murmur into her ear. With his other hand, he gently stroked her cheek with his other hand, caressing the soft flesh, as if to counter-act the harsh treatment of her neck and throat.
"But you'll always be the sweetest." Kiyoshi whispered to her, his voice rough. In one quick movement, his hands switched to her wrists, pinning them roughly above her head. But, once again, he very gently rest his head on her shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent that drifted from her like a candle.
"You taste like honey, honey..." He murmured that part of the song to himself.
In one swift movement, he bit. His teeth were slightly dully then a vampire's but he managed to cut through the flesh, were he began to drink. His breathing was strange, like he couldn't catch his breath, He pushed Myra a bit more upright on the wall to he could reach her neck easier. For a moment, he pulled away. A twisted, disturbing smirk on his blood stained lips. He leaned in to whisper to her again.
"You have no idea how good you taste. You get a natural high from it. You're like my own personal drug." He said, it voice sounding like a rough purr for a giant, black cat. Kiyoshi leaned down again and licked the blood running down her neck, his tongue moving swiftly up her flesh, before returning to the bite and sucking on the blood greedily again.
((>.< I kept on having to retype this. But then I got smart and starting copying it...
Did I get too carried away with the descriptions? XD))
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 29, 2009 8:24:23 GMT -8
((No. But I've got goosebumps again. XD))
Myra let out a yelp at being slammed against the fridge and the wall; she tried to pull away. But there were a lot of problems with that. Considering she was a lot weaker then Kiyoshi. She had a strong feeling that this wasn't all about the money. He had lied to her about what he 'needed' it for.
"Kiyoshi..." She murmured head drooping slightly. The venom burned and her throat ached from the rough treatment. He was taking so much blood. How could she get him to stop? It was strange how she was starting to wish she was still cursed.
"Stop..." What to say...? Was there anything to say? "You lied... What do you really need the money for?" She asked in a low voice; pulling her head away best she could in this situation.
((Mine looks terrible compared to yours. XP Even if you had to retype yours. XD))
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Post by Platinum on Jun 29, 2009 8:35:00 GMT -8
Kiyoshi pulled away again to look at her. Two words ringing clear through his fogged mind
You lied He lied. He lied to Myra. Myra. He couldn't lie to her.... could he?
But he did.
Kiyoshi pulled away with a jerk, letting go of Myra. He choked on himself at the sigh of her. He did it again! He bit her! He wipped his momuth with the back of his hand and stared at the blood for a while, before returning his gaze to her.
Oh, G*d! The venom!
He rushed over to her and held her gently now, as if she were a fragile china doll and he might break her. He place his hand at the back of her head, his finger brushing the honey blonde hair gently before tilting her head back to see the bite.
Kiyoshi flinched at the sight of it. He was tempted once again to lick at the blood running down in and lap up the warm liquid like an over-fed house cat lapping up warm milk.
Kiyoshi closed his eyes and swallowed, trying to get the delicious and distubing thoughts of feeding off of her out of his head. He lowered his head down, his eyes still shut and began to suck out the venom. He spat out the blood and venom mixture onto the floor, not risking to get tempted.
He pulled away, hoping he got it all.
"Myra, Myra, oh G*d, Myra, I'm so sorry." He whimpered, sounding broken. "I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry." Kiyoshi said, his perfect face looking shattered with grief. He thought that he had just killed her.
He swallowed again and sat down, bringing her down gently with him where he craddled her.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, his voice cracking. m His voice was quiet, but not the rough quiet like earlier. A soft, gentle, quiet. He touched her face gently with his finger tips. But then he thought to himself, What a stupid question, over course it hurt's, you idiot! He thought bitterly, but then his mind responded dryly.
But that's why you asked her that, you are an idiot.
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 29, 2009 9:00:52 GMT -8
Myra just let him take the venom out and hold her once that was done. It did hurt. Both the fact that he had lied and physically. She pulled herself up and put her arms around his neck hugging him, her head on his shoulder. The girl hadn't meant to judge him, or hurt him the only way she really could. Although she started to wonder if he had meant what he had said or if it was just anger speaking. Instead of answering his question, mostly because she didn't trust her voice to hold, she shook her head a bit.
"It's... Okay." She mumbled pulling her arms back and just leaning against him. "Is it... Drugs? Cigarettes? What...?" She asked; voice low. Looking up at him she hated seeing him so grief stricken. But still, she felt she needed to know the truth behind his actions. Maybe he hadn't really been moving out of the house.
"I... I'm sorry... But I want to know the truth..." She added looking down. Her voice was still low, if not lower then before.
((Once again... My posts are inferior to yours. XD))
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Post by Platinum on Jun 29, 2009 11:33:30 GMT -8
Kiyoshi seemed to whimper again
"I'm sorry. I know I promised, but you don't understand, I need the drugs. I need the cigarettes. They didn't undertsand." He sighed sadly, closing his impossibly green eyes. "I didn't move. I got kicked out." He laughed a short, harsh laugh with no humor in it at all. "Kicked out of my own home. They're ashamed. I'm not an Arata anymore." His teeth were clenched tightly behind his dry, sarcastic smile. He didn't look at Myra now. Why should he? She was going to hate him now, too.
"They didn't understand that once you start, you can't stop. I'll die without the drugs." He said to her. He removed his arms from her and just sat on the floor, her in his lap, still looking away from her.
"You don't understand, wither. I can tell." he said bitterly.
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 29, 2009 11:50:16 GMT -8
Myra looked at him for a moment, just listening and thinking. What did he think she would do, or say? She slipped off of his lap and sat in front of him. "I understand to an extent. Drugs are addicting so is the nicotine in the cigarettes." She replied softly. "But you won't die without them. Even if you feel that way." The girl added thoughtfully. The things he was taking were dangerous and she didn't like it, but that didn't mean she was going to hate him.
She leaned forward slightly and tilted her head so she could look him in the eyes. "I don't hate you. I can never hate you, Kiyoshi." Myra stated. "Besides. If I hated you over that then I wouldn't really love you. I can accept things, I don't have to like them and I can try and change them. But if I couldn't accept your flaws then there's no point in being with you." She added thinking for a moment more.
"That doesn't mean I think you shouldn't stop. Because drugs are bad for you, and they're what will kill you." She finished with a sigh; looking down at the floor.
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Post by Platinum on Jun 29, 2009 11:59:15 GMT -8
"It's the only way I feel human." Kiyoshi told her. "And besides, it's my own body, why does everybody else give a d*** about what I put in it?" He grumbled the last part to himself, shifting his eyes away from Myra for a second.
((Bllleeh))
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Post by LoneWolf on Jun 29, 2009 12:10:29 GMT -8
"Well I care because I love you and I don't want anything to happen to you." Myra replied simply. That was the obvious explanation, to her at least. "And... Maybe when you were kicked out they thought they were doing the right thing." She added sighing. She felt tired, which she expected was from losing blood. Not mention the headache.
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Post by Platinum on Jun 29, 2009 13:43:33 GMT -8
Kiyoshi sighed, but he didn't want to tlak about it now.
"We should get you cleaned up." He murmured, reaching up above him, he pulled out a drawer where the hand towles were beside the sink. He got up and turned on the water, and put the blue hand towel under the water, then turned off the water and wrung it out so it was just damp, before sitting on the floor again and pressing the hand towel to her neck gently. His face was stony, showing that he really didn't want to talk about it.
He moved the towel softly but quickly alonge he neck, gently cleaning out his bit wound and getting off his dried saliva.
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