[log] Cuarta, Noitora
Title: Everybody Scream Your Heart Out
Characters: Cuarta (kendraxplague), Noitora (supahukevaizard)
Rating: PG-13, due to mentions of sex.
Timeline: December 1st, 2006
Summary: A near fall leads to a near confession.
Noitora looked down from the dizzying height he'd climbed up to, used to the momentary feeling of vertigo he was graced with before his stomach settled. Who built a school so fucking high then made the roof easier to get to than the math class? Bloody irresponsible, is what it was.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and peered down at the freshmen going about their business bellow, all shepherded into their own little area out of fear or awe of the older students. He grinned maliciously and squatted down to pick up a pebble, tossing it in his hand a few times.
"Oi, squirts!" he called out, voice dripping with cruel intentions. As soon as a few looked up he chucked the pebble, hard, delighting in the pained squeal that met his ears when someone was struck by it.
The little bugs seemed not to realise where he was, which only made it more entertaining for Noitora as he pelted them with more small rocks. If he was going to be honest with himself (what a silly idea) this was just a way of letting out his frustrations.
The memory of the night he'd spent with a drunken, depressed Cuarta was still fresh in his mind, and after the encounter with her father, Noitora hadn't had the balls to even look at her, let alone make some lewd comment like he was so desperate to do.
So, because he wasn't some emo-cutter like that Ulquiorra bastard, the freshmen were going to get pelted with unidentified flying objects until he felt better. The wind whipping around his shoulders, making his hair and tie fly back were a sort of physical comfort, but not nearly enough to cool him off just yet. He needed her, apparently, but how he was going to get to her was a mystery.
There was no practise after school today, and so Cuarta had planned on walking home. She had no equipment bag with her today, and it was sunny and bright outside. Why not walk and save her chauffeur the trouble?
She was halfway towards the end of the corridor, intending to leave the building, when a small freshman came in, cursing.
"Don't go out there," he warned her. "There's some slimy jerk throwing rocks at people from the roof."
Cuarta blinked. "Ah -- thank you," she said as he walked off, rubbing his head where she noticed a small, bloody cut. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. On the roof, hm? Well, she'd have to fix that, wouldn't she?
She ascended the stairs quickly, getting to the roof as quickly as possible only to be met with the sight of an all-too familiar figure lobbing rocks at unsuspecting students.
"I should have known it was you, Noitora," she said, frowning, hands on her hips. "Stop this immediately."
Noitora stopped dead and almost toppled forward at the sound of her voice, but somehow managed to only stagger a little and stumble backwards off the ledge he was standing on. He didn't turn but fixed his grin in place, chucking what he had left in his hand over the edge before swiping his palms over his pants. "If you insist. You sound pretty scary over there and you might push if I don't listen, yeah?"
He placed his hands down, jutting out the lower half of his body and crossing his ankles, peering down at the scattered belongings and deserted courtyard below, starting to frown without really realising he was doing so.
"You gotta admit, though," he started, turning to her with a wink, "They look pretty damn funny when someone's throwing stuff at 'em."
Cuarta merely looked away from him, her eyes focused on the scene down below on the ground. "Don't be ridiculous," she said in a monotone, "I wouldn't want to go through all the legal issues that would arise if I did indeed push you."
Unimpressed by his trivial attitude, Cuarta looked anything but amused. "I ran into a student who was bleeding. I hardly think such things are funny. Someone could lose an eye -- like you did." She'd always wondered why he had only one eye, but had never asked. She was not that insensitive, after all.
Noitora sniffed and swiped his knuckles under his nose at the comment about his--or the kid's--eye. "Well, he should learn to not be such a fag, then. I have one eye and ya don't see me complaining, do you?"
For one moment he wanted to grab her and shout at her, hurt her, make some horrible comment about how she was a stuck up bitch who he could snap like a twig. But none of it was really true. He wanted it to be, but one look at her stern face and all he could feel was awkward and uncomfortable. "Sorry." he muttered, disgusted with himself.
"I wouldn't think you would want to do that to someone else," Cuarta remarked quite seriously. Sure, Noitora could be a jerk sometimes, but she hadn't thought he would do something this deliberately nasty.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Sorry?" she repeated, a bit caught off guard. She hadn't expected an apology, especially not in her presence. "You needn't apologise to me -- you weren't throwing rocks at me, after all." Her frown deepened. "Why were you throwing rocks at people, anyway? If you got caught, you could get kicked off the Espada -- not to mention that being on the roof is off-limits as well."
Why was she ranting at him like this? What did she care about his position, anyway? She wasn't his fuckin' wife.
Noitora grumped and sat down, swinging his legs out into open air with his palms pressed onto his thighs. "Hey, you know me better than anyone else here. My life ain't so fantastic, if you haven't noticed, why not make it a full house and fuck everything up! That would make ya happy, wouldn't it?"
He grinned but there was none of his usual intentions behind it. It was a grin done purely out of habit and made the teen feel even worse. He threw his hands up into the air as if to punctuate his point...but forgot about the small thing called gravity. With a strangled yelp he felt himself slip forward, arms windmilling in the air to try and steady himself.
She looked genuinely bemused, and tilted her head a bit to one side as though she was trying to figure out a particularly difficult math problem. "I'm not here to ruin your life," she pointed out.
She might have said something else, too, if it hadn't been for the sudden, heart-stopping moment in which Noitora faltered. As he began to slip, her hand shot out swiftly, her movements blurred, and gripped the back of his shirt in a strong, tight grip, pulling him bodily away from the ledge.
Cuarta stumbled backwards at the amount of force she'd used, and she breathed almost heavily, as though from fear. Her hands shook. If she'd been just one second slower, he might have fallen and died, and as much as Cuarta didn't particularly like him, she didn't want him dead by any means.
Noitora flopped back against the concrete ground and stared up at the sky with his one eye, now wide with shock. He brought his hands up to look at them, shaking only slightly, before he burst out laughing. He rolled over onto his knees and elbows before he sat back on his haunches, face level with Cuarta's as she bent over slightly with the effort to breath.
She had probably just saved his life, and all Noitora could think about was how close he was to her bountiful chest.
He looked up at her and shuffled forward on his knees so he could hug her, tightly and affectionately, before releasing her so he could stand, brushing himself off.
"That was a close one, eh? Good thing you're such a strong Espada or I might be--" he swooped his hands down to smack it into his fist before smiling. "Splat."
Her trembling hands reached around him before she realised what she was doing, perpetuating the hug Noitora had initated. They were a strange pair, the two of them -- hating each other one moment, conversing the next, and fucking in still another. She didn't get it, but right now, all that really mattered was that he hadn't fallen.
When he let go, she did as well, though did not step away. "That's not funny," she snapped, though her voice shook almost inaudibly. "You could have died!"
If Cuarta was shocked at her actions, Noitora was even more. He hadn't at all been expecting her dainty hands to curl into his shirt and return his hug, but the fact that she did made his heart do a funny sort of hop-skip-jump.
The way her pitch rose at the end of her sentence made him laugh softly, but certainly not at her. He placed a hand on her head and ruffled the blonde locks lightly, watching as they curled around his equally pale fingers. "Guess so."
Suddenly, she wasn't seeming all that far out of reach as she had done before.
"Are you fearless or simply insane?" Cuarta wondered aloud, eyes still wide at the sickening thought of what could have happened. "I -- if I hadn't reached there in time, you might have..." she trailed off, unable to really go on -- there was a horrible image of Noitora's burst body lying on the concrete ground, blood splattering everywhere, and it was making her faintly sick.
She shut her eyes for a moment as she felt a hand gently ruffle her hair, almost reassuringly. She didn't seem to mind.
"I meant to thank you," Cuarta said suddenly, tilting her head to meet Noitora's sole eye. "For ... this weekend. I'm sorry my father yelled at you -- it wasn't your fault, after all -- and although I can certainly take care of myself ... thank you for standing up for me. I thought you would have let me take all the blame, and you didn't. So thank you."
He was about to reply to her first question, even though it was rhetorical, but shut his thin lips when she thanked him. He felt a small prickle on his cheeks telling him he was, in all likelihood, blushing right now.
"Oh, right." he faltered a little and placed his hands on his hips, trying not to look as if he was floundering. "Well, I--" love you? need you? do I just want to fuck you? He couldn't make his mind up, but decided none of those was what he should tell her. "--I may be an asshole, but no man gets to talk to you like that." he paused, "'Cept me."
She noticed his flush, and was a bit surprised by it. Wasn't he the guy who seemed unaffected by anything anyone said? Wasn't he the person who was such a jerk to her that half the time she wanted to strangle him?
Cuarta pushed those thoughts away. She could wonder about that later, when Noitora wasn't around. His sentiments were a bit warped, but they made her mouth twist into a slight smile anyway.
"You can talk to me like that all you want, provided that you understand I'm still going to force you to shut up."
"Force me, hm?" he grinned slyly and raised his slim eyebrow suggestively. He could see in her eyes she was smiling and wished he could just see it properly.
He rarely acted on impulse, even though others may have disagreed, it was just that he made things look rash and uncalculated. He moved closer to her, though not trying to intimidate like he usually did, and hooked his fingers into her high collar, leaning down to kiss her lightly before she had a chance to protest. Nothing more than a press of his dry, slightly flaking lips against her full, glossy mouth, but it was enough to satisfy him. And possibly put a nail in his coffin.
He stepped back quickly incase she decided to take a swing at him, wondering if a raging Cuarta would have the strength to push him over the edge.
Cuarta rolled her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Noitora," she informed him dryly. "Don't get your hopes up. If I force you to do anything, it won't be in a sexual nature, I can guarantee that."
She hadn't expected long, thin fingers to pull down her collar. When he pressed his lips to hers, she was surprised -- though did not push him from her, fearing that he might again nearly fall from the rooftop.
"You can't make this a habit, Noitora," she said softly and solemnly as he pulled away. "I told you already; the fact that we had sex changes nothing."
He shifted uncomfortably and looked away from her, fisting his hands in his pockets as she spoke. She sounded so damn sure of herself all the time. Sometimes he couldn't stand it.
"But it does! Can't you see what this...you and what we’ve done is doing to me? It's driving me fucking insane!"
He pushed past her and headed for the door leading off the roof, clutching at it tightly with one hand before he turned around to face her. "Sometimes I wish I'd never met you, you know that?"
Cuarta lowered her eyes. She wasn't completely sure of what Noitora meant, but she had a fairly good idea. It made a lot of sense, really -- his horrible conduct towards Doldoni that one time when they'd gone out to eat, his tendency to show up everywhere she was … it suddenly didn't seem as much of a coincidence.
"I'm sorry," she said finally, her head bowed as though to show that she truly was sorry. "But I don't know what to tell you."
"Yeah, well, I think I've said enough for the both of us." With that said, he slammed the heavy door shut behind him before turning around to punch it hard, his fist singing with pain as it struck the solid metal. He bit into his bottom lip to stifle a groan of pain before turning on his heel, jogging down the stairs and hating the feeling that he was actually fleeing from her and from what he'd just said.
If things had been awkward before, Noitora didn't like to think of what it was going to be like now.
Characters: Cuarta (kendraxplague), Noitora (supahukevaizard)
Rating: PG-13, due to mentions of sex.
Timeline: December 1st, 2006
Summary: A near fall leads to a near confession.
Noitora looked down from the dizzying height he'd climbed up to, used to the momentary feeling of vertigo he was graced with before his stomach settled. Who built a school so fucking high then made the roof easier to get to than the math class? Bloody irresponsible, is what it was.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and peered down at the freshmen going about their business bellow, all shepherded into their own little area out of fear or awe of the older students. He grinned maliciously and squatted down to pick up a pebble, tossing it in his hand a few times.
"Oi, squirts!" he called out, voice dripping with cruel intentions. As soon as a few looked up he chucked the pebble, hard, delighting in the pained squeal that met his ears when someone was struck by it.
The little bugs seemed not to realise where he was, which only made it more entertaining for Noitora as he pelted them with more small rocks. If he was going to be honest with himself (what a silly idea) this was just a way of letting out his frustrations.
The memory of the night he'd spent with a drunken, depressed Cuarta was still fresh in his mind, and after the encounter with her father, Noitora hadn't had the balls to even look at her, let alone make some lewd comment like he was so desperate to do.
So, because he wasn't some emo-cutter like that Ulquiorra bastard, the freshmen were going to get pelted with unidentified flying objects until he felt better. The wind whipping around his shoulders, making his hair and tie fly back were a sort of physical comfort, but not nearly enough to cool him off just yet. He needed her, apparently, but how he was going to get to her was a mystery.
There was no practise after school today, and so Cuarta had planned on walking home. She had no equipment bag with her today, and it was sunny and bright outside. Why not walk and save her chauffeur the trouble?
She was halfway towards the end of the corridor, intending to leave the building, when a small freshman came in, cursing.
"Don't go out there," he warned her. "There's some slimy jerk throwing rocks at people from the roof."
Cuarta blinked. "Ah -- thank you," she said as he walked off, rubbing his head where she noticed a small, bloody cut. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. On the roof, hm? Well, she'd have to fix that, wouldn't she?
She ascended the stairs quickly, getting to the roof as quickly as possible only to be met with the sight of an all-too familiar figure lobbing rocks at unsuspecting students.
"I should have known it was you, Noitora," she said, frowning, hands on her hips. "Stop this immediately."
Noitora stopped dead and almost toppled forward at the sound of her voice, but somehow managed to only stagger a little and stumble backwards off the ledge he was standing on. He didn't turn but fixed his grin in place, chucking what he had left in his hand over the edge before swiping his palms over his pants. "If you insist. You sound pretty scary over there and you might push if I don't listen, yeah?"
He placed his hands down, jutting out the lower half of his body and crossing his ankles, peering down at the scattered belongings and deserted courtyard below, starting to frown without really realising he was doing so.
"You gotta admit, though," he started, turning to her with a wink, "They look pretty damn funny when someone's throwing stuff at 'em."
Cuarta merely looked away from him, her eyes focused on the scene down below on the ground. "Don't be ridiculous," she said in a monotone, "I wouldn't want to go through all the legal issues that would arise if I did indeed push you."
Unimpressed by his trivial attitude, Cuarta looked anything but amused. "I ran into a student who was bleeding. I hardly think such things are funny. Someone could lose an eye -- like you did." She'd always wondered why he had only one eye, but had never asked. She was not that insensitive, after all.
Noitora sniffed and swiped his knuckles under his nose at the comment about his--or the kid's--eye. "Well, he should learn to not be such a fag, then. I have one eye and ya don't see me complaining, do you?"
For one moment he wanted to grab her and shout at her, hurt her, make some horrible comment about how she was a stuck up bitch who he could snap like a twig. But none of it was really true. He wanted it to be, but one look at her stern face and all he could feel was awkward and uncomfortable. "Sorry." he muttered, disgusted with himself.
"I wouldn't think you would want to do that to someone else," Cuarta remarked quite seriously. Sure, Noitora could be a jerk sometimes, but she hadn't thought he would do something this deliberately nasty.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Sorry?" she repeated, a bit caught off guard. She hadn't expected an apology, especially not in her presence. "You needn't apologise to me -- you weren't throwing rocks at me, after all." Her frown deepened. "Why were you throwing rocks at people, anyway? If you got caught, you could get kicked off the Espada -- not to mention that being on the roof is off-limits as well."
Why was she ranting at him like this? What did she care about his position, anyway? She wasn't his fuckin' wife.
Noitora grumped and sat down, swinging his legs out into open air with his palms pressed onto his thighs. "Hey, you know me better than anyone else here. My life ain't so fantastic, if you haven't noticed, why not make it a full house and fuck everything up! That would make ya happy, wouldn't it?"
He grinned but there was none of his usual intentions behind it. It was a grin done purely out of habit and made the teen feel even worse. He threw his hands up into the air as if to punctuate his point...but forgot about the small thing called gravity. With a strangled yelp he felt himself slip forward, arms windmilling in the air to try and steady himself.
She looked genuinely bemused, and tilted her head a bit to one side as though she was trying to figure out a particularly difficult math problem. "I'm not here to ruin your life," she pointed out.
She might have said something else, too, if it hadn't been for the sudden, heart-stopping moment in which Noitora faltered. As he began to slip, her hand shot out swiftly, her movements blurred, and gripped the back of his shirt in a strong, tight grip, pulling him bodily away from the ledge.
Cuarta stumbled backwards at the amount of force she'd used, and she breathed almost heavily, as though from fear. Her hands shook. If she'd been just one second slower, he might have fallen and died, and as much as Cuarta didn't particularly like him, she didn't want him dead by any means.
Noitora flopped back against the concrete ground and stared up at the sky with his one eye, now wide with shock. He brought his hands up to look at them, shaking only slightly, before he burst out laughing. He rolled over onto his knees and elbows before he sat back on his haunches, face level with Cuarta's as she bent over slightly with the effort to breath.
She had probably just saved his life, and all Noitora could think about was how close he was to her bountiful chest.
He looked up at her and shuffled forward on his knees so he could hug her, tightly and affectionately, before releasing her so he could stand, brushing himself off.
"That was a close one, eh? Good thing you're such a strong Espada or I might be--" he swooped his hands down to smack it into his fist before smiling. "Splat."
Her trembling hands reached around him before she realised what she was doing, perpetuating the hug Noitora had initated. They were a strange pair, the two of them -- hating each other one moment, conversing the next, and fucking in still another. She didn't get it, but right now, all that really mattered was that he hadn't fallen.
When he let go, she did as well, though did not step away. "That's not funny," she snapped, though her voice shook almost inaudibly. "You could have died!"
If Cuarta was shocked at her actions, Noitora was even more. He hadn't at all been expecting her dainty hands to curl into his shirt and return his hug, but the fact that she did made his heart do a funny sort of hop-skip-jump.
The way her pitch rose at the end of her sentence made him laugh softly, but certainly not at her. He placed a hand on her head and ruffled the blonde locks lightly, watching as they curled around his equally pale fingers. "Guess so."
Suddenly, she wasn't seeming all that far out of reach as she had done before.
"Are you fearless or simply insane?" Cuarta wondered aloud, eyes still wide at the sickening thought of what could have happened. "I -- if I hadn't reached there in time, you might have..." she trailed off, unable to really go on -- there was a horrible image of Noitora's burst body lying on the concrete ground, blood splattering everywhere, and it was making her faintly sick.
She shut her eyes for a moment as she felt a hand gently ruffle her hair, almost reassuringly. She didn't seem to mind.
"I meant to thank you," Cuarta said suddenly, tilting her head to meet Noitora's sole eye. "For ... this weekend. I'm sorry my father yelled at you -- it wasn't your fault, after all -- and although I can certainly take care of myself ... thank you for standing up for me. I thought you would have let me take all the blame, and you didn't. So thank you."
He was about to reply to her first question, even though it was rhetorical, but shut his thin lips when she thanked him. He felt a small prickle on his cheeks telling him he was, in all likelihood, blushing right now.
"Oh, right." he faltered a little and placed his hands on his hips, trying not to look as if he was floundering. "Well, I--" love you? need you? do I just want to fuck you? He couldn't make his mind up, but decided none of those was what he should tell her. "--I may be an asshole, but no man gets to talk to you like that." he paused, "'Cept me."
She noticed his flush, and was a bit surprised by it. Wasn't he the guy who seemed unaffected by anything anyone said? Wasn't he the person who was such a jerk to her that half the time she wanted to strangle him?
Cuarta pushed those thoughts away. She could wonder about that later, when Noitora wasn't around. His sentiments were a bit warped, but they made her mouth twist into a slight smile anyway.
"You can talk to me like that all you want, provided that you understand I'm still going to force you to shut up."
"Force me, hm?" he grinned slyly and raised his slim eyebrow suggestively. He could see in her eyes she was smiling and wished he could just see it properly.
He rarely acted on impulse, even though others may have disagreed, it was just that he made things look rash and uncalculated. He moved closer to her, though not trying to intimidate like he usually did, and hooked his fingers into her high collar, leaning down to kiss her lightly before she had a chance to protest. Nothing more than a press of his dry, slightly flaking lips against her full, glossy mouth, but it was enough to satisfy him. And possibly put a nail in his coffin.
He stepped back quickly incase she decided to take a swing at him, wondering if a raging Cuarta would have the strength to push him over the edge.
Cuarta rolled her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Noitora," she informed him dryly. "Don't get your hopes up. If I force you to do anything, it won't be in a sexual nature, I can guarantee that."
She hadn't expected long, thin fingers to pull down her collar. When he pressed his lips to hers, she was surprised -- though did not push him from her, fearing that he might again nearly fall from the rooftop.
"You can't make this a habit, Noitora," she said softly and solemnly as he pulled away. "I told you already; the fact that we had sex changes nothing."
He shifted uncomfortably and looked away from her, fisting his hands in his pockets as she spoke. She sounded so damn sure of herself all the time. Sometimes he couldn't stand it.
"But it does! Can't you see what this...you and what we’ve done is doing to me? It's driving me fucking insane!"
He pushed past her and headed for the door leading off the roof, clutching at it tightly with one hand before he turned around to face her. "Sometimes I wish I'd never met you, you know that?"
Cuarta lowered her eyes. She wasn't completely sure of what Noitora meant, but she had a fairly good idea. It made a lot of sense, really -- his horrible conduct towards Doldoni that one time when they'd gone out to eat, his tendency to show up everywhere she was … it suddenly didn't seem as much of a coincidence.
"I'm sorry," she said finally, her head bowed as though to show that she truly was sorry. "But I don't know what to tell you."
"Yeah, well, I think I've said enough for the both of us." With that said, he slammed the heavy door shut behind him before turning around to punch it hard, his fist singing with pain as it struck the solid metal. He bit into his bottom lip to stifle a groan of pain before turning on his heel, jogging down the stairs and hating the feeling that he was actually fleeing from her and from what he'd just said.
If things had been awkward before, Noitora didn't like to think of what it was going to be like now.