Takane no Hana - 25 - A Darker Kyuki
Title : : Takane no Hana - 25- A Darker Kyuki
Authors : : Akilei, mpemba_effect , lilblooskies , esanabridges ; ;
Note : : I was going to go for light first... and then it ended up kind of dark. ehehehe. :P
I. Am. So. Bored.
Kyuki wandered through the hallways, stopping in front of Dante’s room. He thought back to what had happened a little over an hour ago.
*flashback*
Knock knock
“Dante.”
“Yeah?”
“We’re going through a simulation.”
There was a pause.
Dante’s blond head appeared from his orange door. There was a slightly concerned look on his rather preciously cute face. He was wearing an orange T-shirt and cargo pants that did not go well together, as if he was testing outfits.
“We are? Did Mitsuru send in orders? I didn’t hear anything.”
Kyuki shook his head. “No, I just want to. Come on. Let’s go.”
Very carefully, Dante said, “I’m…sorta busy today, Kyuki.”
"Busy?" Kyuki said. "With what?"
"Um...well..."
Kyuki stood there as Dante obviously tried to come up with a suitable lie,
"I have a date with Miaki."
"Oh, I see." Must be trying to make me jealous. "Have fun."
*end flashback*
After that he had wandered through the building, coming across Kazue walking sullenly through the training facilities. She had scared, no, not scared, startled him when he first saw her.
Turning into one of the dimmer hallways, he had noticed something move out of the corner of his eye. A shadow?
Suddenly the black form shifted, and a single black eye stared at him from a pale face.
[A/N: although Kyuki would forever deny it, it must be admit that for a moment his heart and stopped and he had stepped back involuntarily.]
But then Kazue had flipped her hair back ever so slightly, allowing the little light in the hallway to reveal her eyes to be purple, rather than black as he had first seen.
“K-Kazue? What are you doing here?”
Kyuki almost regretted asking as the dark eyes bore into him. Finally, Kazue had murmured ever so quietly,
“Mourning.”
“Oh. I see.”
Kazue nodded and turned back to the door, bowing her head again. By the time Kyuki had re-emerged into one of the brighter hallways, the gears had clicked into place-
Ah, it must be because I’ve been paying so little attention to her lately. Poor girl, to be so in love with me she mourns my absence, I’ll be sure to spend a little more time on her later.
[A/N: Well, okay, maybe not that in place.]
Music drifted down the hallway to him and he followed it, the seductive melody pulling him into the dance studio.
Four walls of mirrors reflected a tall girl with long slender legs and arms, a cami accentuating her thin waist and whispering of a six-pack. He nodded approvingly at her toned body, his gaze finally moving up to that jet black hair bouncing with each movement. A single red highlight flipped in the air as she did a body wave, her hair finally settling over her face. Layered, feathered bangs parted to the left slightly covered her eyes, while the rest of her hair was cut short but even, framing her face and drawing attention to her smoldering amber eyes.
Wait. Amber?
Ren made a face in the mirror, “Kyuki, what are you doing here?”
Kyuki blinked as all traces of the sexy dancer disappeared and was instead replaced by the mother of A1, hands on hip and head cocked to the side as she waited for a response.
“I don’t have any missions today, so I’m bored. I was just wandering the building.”
Now why’d you say that? That sounds lame.
Ren shrugged, “Not my problem. Go find Dante or Miaki to play with, or better yet, go train. Don’t waste time.”
Yes…train…WAIT. REN. LOTUS.
Kyuki smirked as he leaned back into the doorway frame, “I wasn’t wasting time; I was wandering the building looking for you, Lotus.”
Oh dear lord, Ren rolled her eyes, “Haven’t you given up on that yet? You’re never going to win.”
Shoulders stiffening, Kyuki barely managed to keep his voice cool as he responded, “I will become the best bounty hunter, and for that, I will bring you down.”
The two stared off for a moment, his heart beating wildly as he thought she might dismiss him again, the very thought making him clench his hands into fists.
Thump
Sigh “Oh all right, meet me in training room 4 in ten minutes, if you’re even a second late I’ll leave.
Kyuki nodded his head in consent, eyes never leaving Ren as she toweled the sweat off her neck and left the room humming, no doubt a Fahrenheit melody.
A glance in the mirror shocked him, his shoulders were slightly lowered, head slightly bent down. It was a look of submission. Instantly he straightened and squared his shoulders. He would not let himself get beat by this girl again. He couldn’t. He’d been training hard to beat her. He would not fail again.
And then he did.
Again. And again. Simulation after simulation. The mechanical voice irritating him as it kept calling out after each mission, “Ding! Winner, Ren!”
Time and time again he’d make it into the target’s room. Only to discover Ren had already took him and was already on her way to the checkpoint.
He slammed the headset down in frustration, hands furiously raking at his hair until he finally slumped in defeat.
Ren stood beside him, her gaze never wavering.
Is she looking down on me?
“I won’t give up. This isn’t the end.”
Ren shook her head, “Kyuki, you’re never going to beat me.”
“I WILL.”
“No, you won’t.”
He savagely raised his head to meet her gaze, but his anger faltered at the sad look on her face,
Is-is she pitying me?
“You won’t, because you’re too distracted. I have much more experience than you. It will take years for you to reach me at this point. You hold yourself back by placing so much focus on winning. You hold the team back.”
Kyuki stiffened, “Excuse me?”
“You’re missions have been successful, but you’re not improving at the rate you should be. Even Dante is doing better than you.”
Kyuki’s mouth went slack, “Dante? DANTE? You’re comparing ME to that, that kid?”
“That kid isn’t much younger than you. And he’s certainly been scoring better than you in assessments. He fully deserved his time off today to have a date with Miaki.”
“Wait, that date was real?”
“What did you think? That he was trying to make you jealous?”
Kyuki stiffened, “Of course not. Good bye.”
He left the room as swiftly as possible.
How dare she. HOW DARE SHE. She always sees through me. That little bitch, so arrogant just because she keeps beating me. Just wait, I’ll beat you, and then you won’t be able to look down on me!
He stalked through the hallway, rage stomping down with each step and fingers clenching tightly down, digging nails into flesh and drawing blood.
And how dare she insinuate that someone is better than ME! And of all people, it’s Dante! I will not let some stupid innocent boy steal my spotlight. I have to knock him down a few places… but how…
Suddenly a soft voice entered his conscious, calling to that lonely ache in his heart. He followed the musical sound to the front of Miaki’s door.
“Feels like we were floatin’/ High above the stars~”
Miaki was back. He pressed a hand against the door, instantly he was identified and the door unlocked with a barely audible click. Kyuki grinned; he knew how he was going to get back at Dante.
“Someone sounds happy.”
Large brown eyes stared at him from the mirror, the surprised look quickly being replaced with shining eyes and a cheerful smile, “Kyuki!”
He smiled and waved, making sure his bloody hand was caught in the mirror’s view, gloating within as the smile swept off Miaki’s face and she immediately put down her brush and rushed over in concern.
“What on earth happened? Are you alright?”
The genuine worry in her voice made him hesitate for a moment,
Is this really okay?
His eyes flicked to the right, a picture of Dante and Miaki stood pinned onto a board, the dorkishly happy smile on the blonde’s face adding fire to the fuel as the voice of rage within him drowned out his conscious.
He grabbed Miaki’s wrist, pulling her into an embrace in one fluid movement, holding her tight so she couldn’t struggle free. Placing as much pain and sadness in his voice as possible as he whispered into her ear,
“I’m sorry, just for a moment. I-I don’t want to be alone right now…”
There was a pause, but then the struggle beneath him ceased and slim arms wrapped around him, one hand gently stroking his hair as a soft voice murmured to him soothingly.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.”
Dante walked through the hallway whistling happily, stopping just in front of Miaki’s door. The door immediately swung open with his touch,
“Miaki~ Time for breakfast~”
The room was empty.
Odd. Oh well, she usually wakes up earlier than me, maybe she went on ahead.
He spotted the panda bear he had won for her last night on her bed, his heart warming as he thought back to the memories they had made last night.
Soft lips~ wait. No. Don’t be a pervert Dante, go get breakfast! She’s probably waiting for you!
He hummed to himself as he fast walked to the cafeteria, throwing open the doors with a loud bang,
“MIAKI~”
“Dante!”
The familiar voice warmed his heart; he turned towards it scanning the tables for its owner. Then he froze.
Kyuki smirked from his seat besides Miaki, one hand raised in greeting while the other curled possessively around the girl’s slim shoulder.
“Hello Dante.”
Authors : : Akilei, mpemba_effect , lilblooskies , esanabridges ; ;
Note : : I was going to go for light first... and then it ended up kind of dark. ehehehe. :P
I. Am. So. Bored.
Kyuki wandered through the hallways, stopping in front of Dante’s room. He thought back to what had happened a little over an hour ago.
*flashback*
Knock knock
“Dante.”
“Yeah?”
“We’re going through a simulation.”
There was a pause.
Dante’s blond head appeared from his orange door. There was a slightly concerned look on his rather preciously cute face. He was wearing an orange T-shirt and cargo pants that did not go well together, as if he was testing outfits.
“We are? Did Mitsuru send in orders? I didn’t hear anything.”
Kyuki shook his head. “No, I just want to. Come on. Let’s go.”
Very carefully, Dante said, “I’m…sorta busy today, Kyuki.”
"Busy?" Kyuki said. "With what?"
"Um...well..."
Kyuki stood there as Dante obviously tried to come up with a suitable lie,
"I have a date with Miaki."
"Oh, I see." Must be trying to make me jealous. "Have fun."
*end flashback*
After that he had wandered through the building, coming across Kazue walking sullenly through the training facilities. She had scared, no, not scared, startled him when he first saw her.
Turning into one of the dimmer hallways, he had noticed something move out of the corner of his eye. A shadow?
Suddenly the black form shifted, and a single black eye stared at him from a pale face.
[A/N: although Kyuki would forever deny it, it must be admit that for a moment his heart and stopped and he had stepped back involuntarily.]
But then Kazue had flipped her hair back ever so slightly, allowing the little light in the hallway to reveal her eyes to be purple, rather than black as he had first seen.
“K-Kazue? What are you doing here?”
Kyuki almost regretted asking as the dark eyes bore into him. Finally, Kazue had murmured ever so quietly,
“Mourning.”
“Oh. I see.”
Kazue nodded and turned back to the door, bowing her head again. By the time Kyuki had re-emerged into one of the brighter hallways, the gears had clicked into place-
Ah, it must be because I’ve been paying so little attention to her lately. Poor girl, to be so in love with me she mourns my absence, I’ll be sure to spend a little more time on her later.
[A/N: Well, okay, maybe not that in place.]
Music drifted down the hallway to him and he followed it, the seductive melody pulling him into the dance studio.
Four walls of mirrors reflected a tall girl with long slender legs and arms, a cami accentuating her thin waist and whispering of a six-pack. He nodded approvingly at her toned body, his gaze finally moving up to that jet black hair bouncing with each movement. A single red highlight flipped in the air as she did a body wave, her hair finally settling over her face. Layered, feathered bangs parted to the left slightly covered her eyes, while the rest of her hair was cut short but even, framing her face and drawing attention to her smoldering amber eyes.
Wait. Amber?
Ren made a face in the mirror, “Kyuki, what are you doing here?”
Kyuki blinked as all traces of the sexy dancer disappeared and was instead replaced by the mother of A1, hands on hip and head cocked to the side as she waited for a response.
“I don’t have any missions today, so I’m bored. I was just wandering the building.”
Now why’d you say that? That sounds lame.
Ren shrugged, “Not my problem. Go find Dante or Miaki to play with, or better yet, go train. Don’t waste time.”
Yes…train…WAIT. REN. LOTUS.
Kyuki smirked as he leaned back into the doorway frame, “I wasn’t wasting time; I was wandering the building looking for you, Lotus.”
Oh dear lord, Ren rolled her eyes, “Haven’t you given up on that yet? You’re never going to win.”
Shoulders stiffening, Kyuki barely managed to keep his voice cool as he responded, “I will become the best bounty hunter, and for that, I will bring you down.”
The two stared off for a moment, his heart beating wildly as he thought she might dismiss him again, the very thought making him clench his hands into fists.
Thump
Sigh “Oh all right, meet me in training room 4 in ten minutes, if you’re even a second late I’ll leave.
Kyuki nodded his head in consent, eyes never leaving Ren as she toweled the sweat off her neck and left the room humming, no doubt a Fahrenheit melody.
A glance in the mirror shocked him, his shoulders were slightly lowered, head slightly bent down. It was a look of submission. Instantly he straightened and squared his shoulders. He would not let himself get beat by this girl again. He couldn’t. He’d been training hard to beat her. He would not fail again.
And then he did.
Again. And again. Simulation after simulation. The mechanical voice irritating him as it kept calling out after each mission, “Ding! Winner, Ren!”
Time and time again he’d make it into the target’s room. Only to discover Ren had already took him and was already on her way to the checkpoint.
He slammed the headset down in frustration, hands furiously raking at his hair until he finally slumped in defeat.
Ren stood beside him, her gaze never wavering.
Is she looking down on me?
“I won’t give up. This isn’t the end.”
Ren shook her head, “Kyuki, you’re never going to beat me.”
“I WILL.”
“No, you won’t.”
He savagely raised his head to meet her gaze, but his anger faltered at the sad look on her face,
Is-is she pitying me?
“You won’t, because you’re too distracted. I have much more experience than you. It will take years for you to reach me at this point. You hold yourself back by placing so much focus on winning. You hold the team back.”
Kyuki stiffened, “Excuse me?”
“You’re missions have been successful, but you’re not improving at the rate you should be. Even Dante is doing better than you.”
Kyuki’s mouth went slack, “Dante? DANTE? You’re comparing ME to that, that kid?”
“That kid isn’t much younger than you. And he’s certainly been scoring better than you in assessments. He fully deserved his time off today to have a date with Miaki.”
“Wait, that date was real?”
“What did you think? That he was trying to make you jealous?”
Kyuki stiffened, “Of course not. Good bye.”
He left the room as swiftly as possible.
How dare she. HOW DARE SHE. She always sees through me. That little bitch, so arrogant just because she keeps beating me. Just wait, I’ll beat you, and then you won’t be able to look down on me!
He stalked through the hallway, rage stomping down with each step and fingers clenching tightly down, digging nails into flesh and drawing blood.
And how dare she insinuate that someone is better than ME! And of all people, it’s Dante! I will not let some stupid innocent boy steal my spotlight. I have to knock him down a few places… but how…
Suddenly a soft voice entered his conscious, calling to that lonely ache in his heart. He followed the musical sound to the front of Miaki’s door.
“Feels like we were floatin’/ High above the stars~”
Miaki was back. He pressed a hand against the door, instantly he was identified and the door unlocked with a barely audible click. Kyuki grinned; he knew how he was going to get back at Dante.
“Someone sounds happy.”
Large brown eyes stared at him from the mirror, the surprised look quickly being replaced with shining eyes and a cheerful smile, “Kyuki!”
He smiled and waved, making sure his bloody hand was caught in the mirror’s view, gloating within as the smile swept off Miaki’s face and she immediately put down her brush and rushed over in concern.
“What on earth happened? Are you alright?”
The genuine worry in her voice made him hesitate for a moment,
Is this really okay?
His eyes flicked to the right, a picture of Dante and Miaki stood pinned onto a board, the dorkishly happy smile on the blonde’s face adding fire to the fuel as the voice of rage within him drowned out his conscious.
He grabbed Miaki’s wrist, pulling her into an embrace in one fluid movement, holding her tight so she couldn’t struggle free. Placing as much pain and sadness in his voice as possible as he whispered into her ear,
“I’m sorry, just for a moment. I-I don’t want to be alone right now…”
There was a pause, but then the struggle beneath him ceased and slim arms wrapped around him, one hand gently stroking his hair as a soft voice murmured to him soothingly.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.”
Dante walked through the hallway whistling happily, stopping just in front of Miaki’s door. The door immediately swung open with his touch,
“Miaki~ Time for breakfast~”
The room was empty.
Odd. Oh well, she usually wakes up earlier than me, maybe she went on ahead.
He spotted the panda bear he had won for her last night on her bed, his heart warming as he thought back to the memories they had made last night.
Soft lips~ wait. No. Don’t be a pervert Dante, go get breakfast! She’s probably waiting for you!
He hummed to himself as he fast walked to the cafeteria, throwing open the doors with a loud bang,
“MIAKI~”
“Dante!”
The familiar voice warmed his heart; he turned towards it scanning the tables for its owner. Then he froze.
Kyuki smirked from his seat besides Miaki, one hand raised in greeting while the other curled possessively around the girl’s slim shoulder.
“Hello Dante.”