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Aoi, Misaki (pinksunbeam) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-06-26 21:38:00

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misaki, reizo

Who: Reizo, Misaki
What: Talk about awkward
Where: Roof of the school
When: Gym, as Miskai's skipping gym once again
Why: Because Misaki made an error in judgement.

Misaki was standing on the roof looking out over at the feild that lay below. She wondered at times if anyone noticed that she was skipping her gym class. Then figured probably not. The cool breeze fanned her hair as she sighed. Her fingers clasped behind her back and she wanted more then anything to not feel this sick feeling in her stomache. It felt like she had drunk bad milk and she really didn't like it. Running her hands though her hair she took a run and jumped onto the fence climbing up to the top to peer over it.

"Such a far drop," she muttered and looked down at the ground again. She knew that anyone coming up here would probably yell at her, not to mention the fact that they might see up her skirt. Misaki didn't care, honestly people did it all the time on the train and the bus, she just ignored it. "Wonder what would happen if I fell? Would they miss me at all?"

She rested her head on the cold metal and slipped one foot loose to have some fun. It was excting to her. One slip...she could tumble either way. Down from the top and to the ground breaking her neck, head, spine...god knew what else on the crash. Misaki wondered if people would freak out. If they did would they say something about how sad it was that such a nice girl died.

Nice girl....no one knew her honestly. No one ever asked, they just assumed, and she didn't mind it. When people looked at her, paid attention to her, they did so so they could get stuff from her. She had to do that, they needed her for something. Most people it was for the food, others was for how she looked as they wanted a cute idol like friend with them. She sighed some, did they really care? Probably not...that's why she wanted someone to actually care about her. To love her, not for what she could give them, need her for her and not for what she made for them.

That was why she liked Shirai...it was funny, out of the guys in her class he was one of the few, other then Toru, that didn't look at her like she was some sort of prize to have. Sure they wanted cute girlfriends, but after a while they got bored with her. She never put up a fight and guys over time got tired of it. After all most got what they wanted from her then left. Shirai was...different. He didn't want anything from her, he never acted like he was interested, and yet...she wante him to be. Why was it? She hated the idea of wanting him to notice her this badly, because she was sure that he noticed other girls over her. Then there was the fact that he thought she was looking at his ...junk.

He had a nice body, she wouldn't deny that, but she never stared at parts of him. If she did she looked at his face. A hot blush came over her cheeks. The time that his face was that close to her's the fact that he...she had wanted to kiss him...wanted...

"Nooo!" she yelled and tried to catch her breath! She had to get the note to meet her up there out of his shoe locker. Had to forget about all of it. If she didn't...then....she'd get jealous...and she didn't want to...but...

Misaki gripped the fence and hit the top with her small fist. "Stupid, stupid..."

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pinksunbeam
2009-07-04 05:27 am UTC (link)

Misaki sighed, it was different in her world compared to all theres. Sure she was certain that Reizo's life wasn't exactly easy there were hints of that all over, and it wasn't like she ignored it, but still there was something inheritly nice about at least feeling love from a family. Not being analyzed by a professor of a mother who only saw you when she wanted to, and promptly ignored you when you didn't match the criteria that she had created in making you.

Would anyone really be up to her parents standards. Probably only sons of fellow Academia who would bore her to death with their rational on the expenditures of life and the molecular transfers of biological cell structures in various small insects used to check out gene tissues for future drugs or god knew what. And it wasn't that she couldn't talk about that sort of thing, heaven knew she was forced to when her parents had company over and she had to mingle with them. But the truth was she dispised that sort of life. She never wanted a part of it, the whole snob feeling of the sicentific and the mathmatically inclined made her sick. It always had.

The amusing thing was, if she just applied herself she could be getting better grades. Math was never her forte, but if she converted the problems into something like mesurements it made the work easier. Sciene on the other hand was something that was too close to her mother, and made her just not want to do it, the same as gym. Her mother had been a track runner and excelled at it, thus expected Misaki to do so too when she realized her daughter could run when she was a child.

Watching Reizo she had to smile. He lived in a less complicated world. One where you didn't have to be seen as perfect, or snub those who were't the top of the class. Feeling happy she laid back on the top and closed her eyes, resting her hands behind her head letting the slight breeze tickle her cheeks.

"Shriai san...what do you honestly think of me? As a person, I mean? Just curious..."

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some_other_dog
2009-07-04 09:41 pm UTC (link)

He gave as hefty a shrug of his broad shoulders as he could in that position and tipped his head back once more, lips pressed into a hard line around his smoking cigarette and eyes half-lidded in a sleepily pensive look up into the bright-blue horizon. He was struck with the reminder that everyone had their own stories and struggles, and maybe Misaki had given him some hints to hers with this oddly serious conversation. Well, it wasn’t as if he blamed her for worrying about being a burden to others, given the way Maeko seemed to guard her. She wasn’t the only offender, of course.

“Mm,” he rumbled, more to make noise than anything else. He righted his head and measured her with as appraising a look as he could manage, and sat silent for a time that might have felt like an eternity for anyone caught in that stare. He pushed off his hands and into a proper sitting position, one hand reaching to rub at his chin and the other finding his cigarette and flicking away the butt that was left.

“I gave you the name Rabbit for a reason,” he finally said after scrutinizing her. He stood up, stretched his arms high above his head, then offered her one to help her up.

“Now’s not the time for such serious conversations, Rabbit. I’m not even equipped to answer that sort of thing. Ask Maeko-chan or Ikeda-bitch.”

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pinksunbeam
2009-07-05 12:08 am UTC (link)

Misaki glanced at his hand, and took with her smaller one. It was interestings, he had such bigger hands then hers, she'd never stopped to notice. She hopped up and stared at him, "Alright then answer me this much, do you honestly think I'm the sort of person that could honestly have someone care about me? Just me, not for what I did to them, or for them. I'm asking you because Kiriko chan, and don't call her names like that it's rude and she's not that sort of person," Mentally she added to herself, Because I know what real bitches are like, "would probably give me a lecture about how I should be more confident in myself, and Maeko-chan would gloss over it or just act like I'm being silly."

Misaki looked at him gently, "I know you'll give me a blunt answer but I know it'll be honest. And I'd rather have that then someone covering the truth from me."

She tilted her head and smiled cheerfully, "By the way where should we meet for lessons?"

She'd forgotten that she had not let go of his hand.

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