--Rebel--
Post by Enemy Massacre Soveren on Feb 3, 2011 13:36:26 GMT -5
Fuck.
The woman paced the room, muttering curses under her breath, her black silk hair flowing behind her in her hurried steps. Silver eyes, mirroring the color of the woman's nails darted about her room as she went over everything for the millionth time. She was looking for a way out of this. She didn't want to go, to go back there and have to face them all for the first time in 8 years. The very thought of it filled her with a panic. She wasn't used to panic, she didn't handle it well.
But then, panic in itself was rare for her.
That was because she wasn't the panicky type. No, panic had always been so unlike her. Both before and after the fight.
... The fight...
“Urghh!” She grunted, frustratedly running her long fingers through her hair, pulling it back out of her face, revealing the artfully swirling black flames that forever licked her skin, entirely frozen in time across her pale form. Dark red lips pulled itself into a sneer as her silver gaze snapped back towards the black suitcase sitting on her bed. She didn't want to go back. She was actually scared. Not scared of seeing them, per se, but scared of what she would find out.
Well, scared of what she would find out about one person in particular.
That very thought wilted her, sucked the very life out of her as she tiredly and half-heartedly untangled her fingers from her silk black locks.
Her ring-less fingers.
A weak laugh just barely managed to escape her throat, not even making their way past her sealed lips. Her mother was still trying to convince her to get married, always inviting “such nice young men” over. Of course, said “such nice young men” were all wealthy, famous, powerful, whatever. She didn't care. She wasn't interested. She hadn't been interested in anyone in 8 years. Had only ever been interested in one person as far as her life had played out.
Memories fought their way out of suppression, but the woman shoved them off once more. No, she couldn't allow herself to remember those pale green eyes, that soft blond hair.... those strong tanned arms....
“NO!” She shrieked, clamping her darkly rimmed silver eyes shut, hands fisted by her face, hunched over and forcing her breaths slowly in and out, in attempts to slow her rapid beating heart. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This was why she had forbidden herself from remembering. Because like all those she had left behind, he would be there. She hadn't spoken or heard of him since she left, she was afraid of what she would find when she got there. Because the slightest thought of another in his arms had her very soul screaming in pure agony and had tears threatening to slip from her eyes. But she wouldn't cry. She hadn't cried, not since she was on that plane, leaving it all behind. Because leaving it all hurt, it hurt so much she had forced herself to never think of it again. She hadn't cried in 8 years.
And she hadn't smiled in just as long.
Damn... she had to get back to packing.
As she resumed what she had been doing before starting to freak about: tossing clothing and belongings into the suitcase. A stampede of footsteps thundered from outside her door, getting closer and closer till a visibly younger girl burst into the room, soon followed by another female, much similar in appearance to the girl to burst into the room, and yet, clearly the same age as the silver-eyed woman interrupted in her packing. She with the silver eyes raised a single eyebrow as to asking why the sudden interruption. A male peered into the room, easily looking over the heads of the two females that had barged in. “Your scream.” He said nonchalantly. The silver-eyed woman nodded her head ever so slightly, turning back to her packing as the male walked away. After all, of everyone in this country, none understood the silver-eyed woman like the tall blue-eyed male did. He knew why she screamed, he had been worried about her for all these years. She was his eldest sister after all. That was why he was tricking her into this.
Because he believed she needed to go back there and see them all again.
They ALL needed to see each other again. They needed to end this feud, whether they thought so or not. And the boy retreating back to his room wasn't the only one who agreed to this. After all, he would need help for his plan to fold out.
“May, Rei, really. I'm fine. Just a bad memory is all.” the silver-eyed girl said, closing the single suitcase. It was the last of her bags after all. The younger of the two to burst into the room frowned her strange, lopsided frown, not liking her eldest sister's answer. She didn't speak however, because the elder brunette twirling a lock of her hair spoke before she could. “Yue, if it upsets you so, please do not go. You have not been yourself in so long, I worry you will be yet still worse when you return.” The 26 year old blue vampyre pleaded to her triplet sister, her chestnut brown eyes matching the sorrow and worry she had for her sister. “Simply send another in your place to search for Father.”
The silver-eyed woman sighed, pulling the suitcase off her bed and turning to her triplet sister. “Mayumi, I'll be fine. Besides, I lead the Yakuza now. I have enough trouble simply being female and not loosing any power or control Father built up. If I don't go, it will discredit me further and I will loose what amount of respect of them all I have gained. I have to go, I have no choice.” she stated, her words more true than the reassurance gracing her silver eyes as she answered her sister.
“But, Miyuki-” The youngest vampyre in the room at 21 years old started, only to be silenced by a harsh glare from her eldest sister.
“No buts, Rei. And it's Ayama now. Miyuki is dead.”
The woman paced the room, muttering curses under her breath, her black silk hair flowing behind her in her hurried steps. Silver eyes, mirroring the color of the woman's nails darted about her room as she went over everything for the millionth time. She was looking for a way out of this. She didn't want to go, to go back there and have to face them all for the first time in 8 years. The very thought of it filled her with a panic. She wasn't used to panic, she didn't handle it well.
But then, panic in itself was rare for her.
That was because she wasn't the panicky type. No, panic had always been so unlike her. Both before and after the fight.
... The fight...
“Urghh!” She grunted, frustratedly running her long fingers through her hair, pulling it back out of her face, revealing the artfully swirling black flames that forever licked her skin, entirely frozen in time across her pale form. Dark red lips pulled itself into a sneer as her silver gaze snapped back towards the black suitcase sitting on her bed. She didn't want to go back. She was actually scared. Not scared of seeing them, per se, but scared of what she would find out.
Well, scared of what she would find out about one person in particular.
That very thought wilted her, sucked the very life out of her as she tiredly and half-heartedly untangled her fingers from her silk black locks.
Her ring-less fingers.
A weak laugh just barely managed to escape her throat, not even making their way past her sealed lips. Her mother was still trying to convince her to get married, always inviting “such nice young men” over. Of course, said “such nice young men” were all wealthy, famous, powerful, whatever. She didn't care. She wasn't interested. She hadn't been interested in anyone in 8 years. Had only ever been interested in one person as far as her life had played out.
Memories fought their way out of suppression, but the woman shoved them off once more. No, she couldn't allow herself to remember those pale green eyes, that soft blond hair.... those strong tanned arms....
“NO!” She shrieked, clamping her darkly rimmed silver eyes shut, hands fisted by her face, hunched over and forcing her breaths slowly in and out, in attempts to slow her rapid beating heart. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This was why she had forbidden herself from remembering. Because like all those she had left behind, he would be there. She hadn't spoken or heard of him since she left, she was afraid of what she would find when she got there. Because the slightest thought of another in his arms had her very soul screaming in pure agony and had tears threatening to slip from her eyes. But she wouldn't cry. She hadn't cried, not since she was on that plane, leaving it all behind. Because leaving it all hurt, it hurt so much she had forced herself to never think of it again. She hadn't cried in 8 years.
And she hadn't smiled in just as long.
Damn... she had to get back to packing.
As she resumed what she had been doing before starting to freak about: tossing clothing and belongings into the suitcase. A stampede of footsteps thundered from outside her door, getting closer and closer till a visibly younger girl burst into the room, soon followed by another female, much similar in appearance to the girl to burst into the room, and yet, clearly the same age as the silver-eyed woman interrupted in her packing. She with the silver eyes raised a single eyebrow as to asking why the sudden interruption. A male peered into the room, easily looking over the heads of the two females that had barged in. “Your scream.” He said nonchalantly. The silver-eyed woman nodded her head ever so slightly, turning back to her packing as the male walked away. After all, of everyone in this country, none understood the silver-eyed woman like the tall blue-eyed male did. He knew why she screamed, he had been worried about her for all these years. She was his eldest sister after all. That was why he was tricking her into this.
Because he believed she needed to go back there and see them all again.
They ALL needed to see each other again. They needed to end this feud, whether they thought so or not. And the boy retreating back to his room wasn't the only one who agreed to this. After all, he would need help for his plan to fold out.
“May, Rei, really. I'm fine. Just a bad memory is all.” the silver-eyed girl said, closing the single suitcase. It was the last of her bags after all. The younger of the two to burst into the room frowned her strange, lopsided frown, not liking her eldest sister's answer. She didn't speak however, because the elder brunette twirling a lock of her hair spoke before she could. “Yue, if it upsets you so, please do not go. You have not been yourself in so long, I worry you will be yet still worse when you return.” The 26 year old blue vampyre pleaded to her triplet sister, her chestnut brown eyes matching the sorrow and worry she had for her sister. “Simply send another in your place to search for Father.”
The silver-eyed woman sighed, pulling the suitcase off her bed and turning to her triplet sister. “Mayumi, I'll be fine. Besides, I lead the Yakuza now. I have enough trouble simply being female and not loosing any power or control Father built up. If I don't go, it will discredit me further and I will loose what amount of respect of them all I have gained. I have to go, I have no choice.” she stated, her words more true than the reassurance gracing her silver eyes as she answered her sister.
“But, Miyuki-” The youngest vampyre in the room at 21 years old started, only to be silenced by a harsh glare from her eldest sister.
“No buts, Rei. And it's Ayama now. Miyuki is dead.”
