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Post by Misaki Toyama on Jul 27, 2009 21:43:25 GMT -6
Misa couldn't help but smile in relief when he agreed on her place. Good. Back home, she was much more in her element than in a smokey night club with a bunch of half drunken people whom she had never meet before. At home, she could let herself go with the flow with less of a struggle, and have the opportunity to get to know the young man who had saved her from the solitude. That is, assuming that Kae didn't burst in and ruin it all. Oh please, in the name of all that way holy, don't let him come home for just this one night. That sounded so horrible for a mother to even think, but she deserved at least one night to be selfish. And once she had the chance to ease Kae into the idea of her being with Ryuu, she was sure that he would understand... Eventually. Smiling again gratefully, she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that! Muffin will just love you. She's a real sweetheart, so you wouldn't have to worry in the first place." Again, not about the dog. Muffin was an angel to anyone who she deemed trustworthy, so there was no fear of her so much as barking at Ryuu with Misa around. She was much more accepting than her master was when it came to such things.
Snapping out of her daydream, she nodded quickly at his suggestion and followed him out of the club. "Right, of course!" Grenwhich Estates wasn't located too far off from the location of the club, but not many people besides the actual homeowners ventured out there. Kae told her it was because their neighborhood was perhaps the richest plots of land there was. And it didn't help that the people living there were also filthy rich, which added to the heavy security. But Misa never had any problems walking about the neighborhood, though she supposed that was because she was recognized as a fellow homeowner. Still, in order to be safe, she intertwined hers and Ryuu's fingers together as they came up on the cute, crisply painted little 'cottage' that her and her son had purchased after their father had died. The interior still had a bit in the way of remolding to do, but for the most part, their little home was all but completed. "Uh... so, this is it," She said nervously, hoping that he wouldn't be offended or something by the way her home looked.
Quickly moving up onto the front porch, she pulled out her keys to unlock the door. Smiling over at Ryuu, she gently pulled him inside and locked the door once more. Inside was pleasantly furnished, open, and surprisingly light for such a large house; though a bit bare since she was still in the process of completing it. "Um, please make yourself at home Ryuu." Misaki mumbled as she kicked off her heals and walked towards the kitchen. Muffin was sitting comfortably on her little dog bed not too far off, and tilted her head curiously at the sight of a newcomer. She didn't bark though. The sight of Misaki's smiling face was enough to tell the smart little dog a bit of the story. Instead, she just hopped to her feet and went over to sniff Ryuu over. Misa giggled at the sight. "Aw, she likes you dear." Muffin sneezed and looked up at Ryuu a bit carefully before trotting over to her dog bed once more. Misa paid her attitude no notice. "Did you want something to drink dear? I don't have much I'm afraid, but if you're thirsty, I'm sure we can find something for you." Fumbling about in her kitchen, she tried to find something in her sparsely stocked pantry that would appeal to a twenty-one year old man. After a few moments of futile searching, she let out a defeated sigh and turned to face him. "Or what darling? Is there something you would like to do?" Getting to know him would be nice. They could sit around and have some tea while they talked and got to know more about each other. She hoped he would feel the same. She so badly wanted to find out more about him, but being who she was, Misaki was afraid to ask. Her head was still reeling from the fact that he liked her enough in the first place. Tonight was certainly full of little miracles.
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Post by Ryuu Yamazaki on Jul 30, 2009 18:50:52 GMT -6
Looking down at the young woman, a flashy, bright smile adorned his face while their fingers intertwined. A spark of something ran through Ryuu, not many people held his hand that way and such a sweet, innocent lady like herself. It was different, though he wasn’t totally sure why because most of the women he bedded were nice to him before they got right down to it. Maybe it was because Misa seemed so much different then the rest, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Ryuu was a bit nervous though, going to Grenwich Estates. Out of every girl he’s slept with he has never known one that has lived in the richest part of town. That kind of worried him, it meant more security and if anyone saw him looking at all suspicious they would most likely call the police. Not that they were ever that reliable here, but the thought still spooked him a bit. That would make it harder to just sleep with her and then collect his due and spring off before anyone was the wiser. Now he was slightly regretting his decision to try and have sex with her, but it would end good anyways. Unless he ended up in jail that is. Being hoisted from his thoughts, Ryuu brought his eyes up to look at the house before him. It looked quaint and cozy, the sight of it made him smile. What a cute little home, he could just see a family growing up here. Not that he ever wanted kids, because they scared him, but it was just something that seemed plausible with a place like this. ”It’s quaint, I like it.” Leaning in he pressed his lips lightly against her cheek, giving her a small smile.
Practically getting dragged into the home, his feet moving as quickly as they could so he wouldn’t stumble over them. Ryuu was somewhat surprised by the space on the inside of the house. With the outwards appearance it seemed rather small but the inside was quite large. Then again that could be due to the fact that it was rather barren of accessories. A genuine smile stretched across his face, the house was quite beautiful. “You did a good job with the house.” Fascinated by his new surroundings, it was so nice to be in an actual home after being stuck on the streets for so long. Though it was only temporary until Ryuu left her like the rest of them, or if Misa found out somehow about his sheet to sheet jumping. The presence of the dog wasn’t even known to Ryuu, not until Misa happened to speak about her did he finally look down at his shoes. ”Aww...she’s so adorable...”Chuckling lightly at the dog as she sneezed, any kind of dog was cute to Ryuu. Even the ones that a lot of other people found ugly. Watching as the little dog headed back to her bed, a soft smile stained on his face. ”Uhh tea is good...if you have any. Thank you.”Finally tearing his eyes away from the small dog, only to bring them back to Misa. Twinkling in the light of her house as he smoothly walked over towards her. Pulling out the chair, making a somewhat loud scraping sound along the floor, he plopped himself down onto it. ”Whatever you want sweetie...I’m up for anything.”Ryuu spoke casually, flashing her a happy smile. Misa seemed the type who would want to talk which was fine with him as long as it had the right outcome.
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Post by Misaki Toyama on Aug 10, 2009 22:07:56 GMT -6
Misa couldn't help but blush lightly at his praise. The house still needed a few more furnishings here and there to truly make it a home, but it made her happy to know that he liked what she had managed to do already. "Thank you, it's not finished just yet... it will look much nicer once I put up some pictures on the wall." Thankfully she hadn't had the opportunity to do it yet. It might be a little awkward if she had to explain why all the pictures were of her and a young man who wasn't much younger than Ryuu himself... That was one conversation, she would prefer to have later rather than sooner. Still moving around the kitchen, she searched through her pantry for anything that might have managed to slip by her sons notice. "Um... tea, alright." Hopefully she still had some tea around here somewhere. Shifting through some boxes near the back of her pantry, she sighed in relief when she came upon a few loose tea packets that had managed to escape her notice before. Misa closed the pantry door and immediately began to go about preparing tea for Ryuu and herself to enjoy. "It probably isn't the best," She apologized in advance, as she set a tea kettle over the burner, "But it's all the tea I have left love." She would have to remember to pick up some more from the store the next time she was out. If Ryuu was planning on coming back after tonight (which she sincerely hoped he would), she would need to have a better stocked kitchen.
Once the water had began to warm up, she patted down her skirt and took the seat next to Ryuu. Here it came, the moment of truth. They had already gotten over the awkward 'I like you' stage, but there scariest part was yet to come. Opening up to one another.... it was necessary if they were going to have some sort of relationship with each other, but the idea terrified her beyond anything else. How would he, or anyone react if they knew exactly how twisted her life had been up until this point? And her son... she couldn't expect Ryuu to take it well if he knew about her teenage son... Misa stared at the back wall, lost within each possibility. She didn't want to have to relive any of this, not again, but there didn't seem to be much choice. The sound of the whistling kettle jerked her from her unpleasant thoughts, causing her to jump out of her chair. "Oh!" Misa brought her gaze down to the floor, her face burning with embarrassment. Here she was with the first man to so much as speak to her in twenty years, and she was daydreaming! He must think she's a fool...
Quickly fixing them both a cup of tea, she returned to the kitchen table with two mugs in hand. "Im sorry love, I wasn't paying attention," She said with a nervous laugh. That had to be the understatement of the century. Setting down the mugs, she took her seat once more and stared anxiously down at the wood table. This was it... no turning back once this was over and done with. If he wanted to leave her after this, at least she could know that she had shown him the real Misaki... The poor woman straightened her back and brought her gaze up straight into his eyes, doing her best not to back down. This needed to be done... "Ryuu, I would like to get to know you better.... but um, it wouldn't be fair of me to ask you to open up to me without telling you a little something about myself..." She couldn't speak, the horror of what she was about to relieve hit her harder than she expected. Her breathing quickened and her heart raced. "Um... I just... I haven't been completely honest... about..." No, no, no! She couldn't do this, she couldn't do this... Oh god.... No! Stumbling backwards out of her chair, Misa shook her head frantically. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll just..." She couldn't even finish her sentence. Bolting from the kitchen, she pulled open her bedroom door and dove underneath the covers. No, she couldn't think about that; she just couldn't... And Ryuu was probably going to leave now. Even without saying anything, he must think that she's some kind of freak. Oh lord, she was a freak... Just look at this damned life of hers! Her entire body shook violently from underneath her haven of covers, making it harder and harder to suppress the tears from spilling over her cheeks. Why did she always have to mess everything up? She couldn't even be truthful to the one person who truly liked her, and whom she truly liked. Not even when the future of their fragile relationship depended on it. It was all over now...
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Post by Ryuu Yamazaki on Aug 25, 2009 13:47:44 GMT -6
Ryuu looked over the kitchen as she looked for his request, he couldn’t help but think he wished he had a place to stay. It always kind of made him melancholy when he went to a woman’s house because they had an actual house where as he never did. Then again, he would normally make them feel just as bad the next morning when they woke up to find him not there anymore and their money and some belongings missing. Yes, he is a terrible person, and Ryuu hates himself for that but he also needs to eat and sleep and wear clothes like everyone else. What is a guy to do? Get a job, obviously, but Ryuu could never hold down a job mostly because he hardly ever went. Work never set well with him, lately he’s been thinking about getting a job but he has little to no motivation to do so. Letting his eyes drift over Misaki while she prepared the tea for the two of them, a soft smile curled his lips. She was such a sweetheart, he couldn’t figure out how she wasn’t already taken by someone. Though Misa seemed rather fragile and delicate, easily breakable. And here was Ryuu giving her hope then he would dash that hope as he runs off. Turning his eyes to the floor, he felt rather low.”Any tea is fine with me...thanks.”Ryuu mumbled, playing with the edge of his shirt while trying not to catch a glimpse of her eyes.
This whole situation seemed strange, and far different then the other times he’s been with a woman. Then again the moment he met Misaki there was something different about her then the other women. Substance, morals, and actual brain cells [even if at times Misa giggles like a little school girl] but strangely he found that all to be...attractive? No, well maybe. Normally he found himself attracted to [well anyone that is beautiful really] but they tend to always be idiots with no real morals or substance to them at all. Just basically a hot body, sexy face and hollow shell. Ryuu found himself smiling, a genuine smile actually, at the thought. But look at him, he’s far lower down in society then Misaki is. How would he have a real chance in hell with her? Then again, she went on a ‘date’ with him and brought him back to her home. Mentally shaking the thought from his head, he had a plan for this evening and he had to stick to it. Didn’t he? So what now? They were here sitting together, waiting for tea, but what were they supposed to do? Why was Ryuu questioning it? Of course he knew what to do, talk with her until he can make her comfortable enough to make moves on Misa then from there it’s all good. It was weird though, he wanted to know more about her. Like actually pay attention instead of other times where he would ask them questions and then fade out and plan out his next moves. Kind of like chess.
It wasn’t till the high pitched shrill cry of the tea kettle that Ryuu realized he had zoned out completely. Oh...right, Misaki. Misa probably thinks he’s a jerk. Though if she doesn’t she really should...Flashing her a quick smile, taking the mug into his hand he shook his blonde locks.”No problem hun....I kind of zoned out myself...”He admitted foolishly, it was good that they both zoned out so no one was left with a brainless person. The air around them began to get, awkward? Yes, that was what he was feeling right now. Unease too. Taking a small sip of the tea, a somewhat bitter taste hitting his tongue he couldn’t help but wish he was back in japansean where he belonged. This place wasn’t his home land, he hated it here more then anything. Well, he hated his father ever more because he is the reason he’s stuck here in the first place. Ryuu thought he might as well look up at her. Bringing his eyes back up to the beauty, he was almost taken aback by the fact that she was staring back into his eyes. For some reason, caught off guard he kind of made a slight rambling noise before going quiet. What? Oh, great, here comes the serious talk? Well he’s been through this before he can do this again. Right? Misa’s voice was different...What was going on? So she wanted to open up, that was fine, but why was she so distraught? What could she possibly say that would be so horrible as to get this over worked about it?
Then something that has never happened before to him happened. She was keeping a secret from him!? That was certainly new. Was it strange of him to feel a bit...hurt about it? Of course it was, what did he care if she had lied to him. Unless her secret was that she was actually a man, then he would high tail it out of here right then and there. But Misaki was too beautiful, her figure to perfect, her face too precious to ever be a man. Suddenly she stumbled out of her chair, and Ryuu’s immediate reaction was to push back roughly on his own and shoot up into a standing position. Then, without any warning, Misaki was gone in a flash and all that was left were the sobs of a broken woman. For moments he stood there staring in the place where she once stood just moments ago, utterly confused. What the fuck just happened?! After the initial shock of what happened, he found himself being pulled towards the door leading to the outside world. Obviously this woman had problems that he didn’t want to deal with, something far beyond his own problems. This was something his expertise didn’t cover, a crying, sobbing woman. Grabbing the door knob he stared at the wooden door, tightly grasping the door handle. The muscles in his jaw tensed, clenching and unclenching as his inner thoughts fought each other. On one hand Ryuu wanted to bolt, Misa had too many problems on her hands already and another one she didn’t need was a man who would sleep with her and ditch her. But, there was an uncharacteristic feeling of dread, and empathy in his heart that made his chest ache.
Letting go of the door handle he spun around on the spot and stared down the hallway towards Misa’s room. To help the poor woman or not to? If he stayed Ryuu would only be causing her more pain then she was already in, but if he left what would happen to her? Who knows how unstable she is, what if things got out of hand? And she might live alone, what if no one was there for her, to help soothe her when she needs it? Psh, what did Ryuu care? Turning back to the door he pulled it open. This wasn’t his problem to deal with, let her sort it out on her own. Staring out into the night, a cool breeze gently caressing his face causing the internal heat cool off a bit. A sharp pain in his hand brought his eyes down to see that a bit of blood was leaking out from gripping it roughly, his knuckles white as the blood was cut off. Growling angrily he slammed the door shut and whirled around, trudging down the hallway towards he room. Wiping off the blood from his hand, ripping a piece of his shirt Ryuu wrapped it around his cut tightly in a make shift bandage. When he reached her room he stood in the doorway, staring down at her broken form laying face down in her bed. MIsaki knew just how to tug at his heart strings, yes he does have a heart, Ryuu walked forward slowly. Each footstep hardly making a sound as if he wasn’t even there to begin with. Taking a seat next to her crying body, Ryuu hesitantly raised his hand and brought it lightly over her lower back.”Misaki...”Ryuu breathed out in barely a whisper. Grabbing hold of her arms he picked up her small frame and pulled her into his embrace. This was something he had no idea how to do, he was always the cause of a woman’s pain but never stuck around enough to find out the results of it. What was he supposed to do? Rubbing over her back in a soft, soothing way.”Please Misa....stop crying...I’m here...”A weak attempt he’d admit, but he’s honestly never done this before. Ryuu could only hope just the fact that he was even here consoling her would help calm her down. Because he didn’t know what else to do.
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Post by Misaki Toyama on Aug 31, 2009 20:04:00 GMT -6
Misaki sobbed freely against his chest, her entire body going completely numb as his hand moved up and down her back soothingly. Why was he doing this? He should be gone by now... she was a crazy old lady who couldn't seem to get a handle on her own damned life. Why on earth would anyone want to be with her? Yet here he was, holding her close as she cried her heart out. Locking her arms around his waist, she pressed her face up against his chest and continued her sobbing. How pathetic she must look right now. Tears trailing down her red cheeks and her eyes bloodshot, and for what? She should have accepted long ago that her life was meaningless. Her father had always told her that he was the only one that ever loved her, that she was far too weak for anyone in the real world to truly care about it. Why had it taken until this moment for her to see that he was right? How she hated herself... Pulling back just enough to look up at his face, she shook her head violently. "Why? Why are you doing this? I'm not worth it." Hot tears spilled over her lashes, coating her already glistening cheeks with thin lines of clear, making it increasingly more and more difficult for her not to hide her face away again. But she had to know. She needed to know why he was doing this. Anyone else would have headed for the door right about now... why had he chosen to stick it out.
Misaki pulled her shaky body away from his, doing her best not to break down again while she crawled over to her nightstand. He had stayed, he deserved the know the truth, the full truth. Sitting innocently on the dark wood night stand was a silver picture frame containing the smiling face of a younger version of herself and her precious Kae, merely a toddler at this point. He was running around the outside of their old home, a wide smile on his little face with her supervising in the background. It had been one of those glorious afternoons where she could afford to sneak away for a few hours before their father got home. Kae would love those days... Misaki stared down at the frame. Her son had always been her life, her world... she couldn't regret the terrible way he had come to be, not when so much happiness had followed later. Her hands shook when she passed the frame over to Ryuu, she couldn't even bare to look at his face when she spoke. But this was for the best... he deserved to know the truth. "My son," she said simply, staring down at her hands. "That picture was taken about thirteen years ago..." Sliding out of bed completely, she manage to stumble over to the closet.
One last piece to the puzzle, one last piece and she would never have to speak of this again. Pushing back all the boxes and various nick-knacks she had accumulated over the years, she pulled out a covered frame from the very back of the closet. Misaki carefully brushed aside the dust with one shaky hand before pulling away the sheet. The frame was lined with an expensive gold, spelling out the two words she had learned to fear over the years... "Shinchiro Toyama," She whispered quietly as she turned the frame towards Ryuu. The painting had been done some years ago, when she herself had been a little girl, but even then her fathers eyes had been dark and menacing. It was difficult to believe how she could have ever been deceived into believing that a man like that could ever be a real father. "Our father..." Carefully wrapping the sheet around the aging picture, she placed it face down at the back of the closet once more and shut the door. It was done now. Whatever obligation he thought he needed to fulfill, it was over.... she had nothing more. "You can leave if you want... I would understand..." Taking a seat quietly at the edge of the bed, Misaki stared down at the floor and waited with a breaking heart for the first man to ever look her way to walk out of her life forever...
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Post by Ryuu Yamazaki on Sept 16, 2009 20:20:41 GMT -6
What was happening right now? Instead of fleeing and trying to find another woman to have fun with here was Ryuu comforting a shaking, crying woman. Why was she even crying in the first place? What the hell did he do or say to bring on this waterfall? Crying, tears and just over all sadness was not something he could deal with despite that is the general feeling he creates within women. But he’s always gone before that happens. Ryuu couldn’t just leave her though, not now, not when she’s in this much pain. He’s not a cruel bastard. Some people may disagree, including half the population of this city, but Ryuu knew who he was and how he was and he disagreed with them all. And it had to show right now with him trying to console this poor woman, for whatever problems she has. Misaki’s question was one he was asking himself. Why? Why was he doing this? Why did he feel compelled to comfort the fragile, broken young woman? With his mouth slightly agape, Ryuu shook his head slowly. Even Ryuu didn’t understand what he was doing or why. The man couldn’t bring himself to look down into her puffy, pink eyes. For whatever reason, he knew it would break him to look into Misa’s melancholy eyes. Instead he situated his gaze on the wall beyond her.”I can’t stand seeing you like this Misa...that’s why....I don’t understand what’s going on but I don’t want to leave you alone like this...”Running his fingers through Misaki’s silky hair, still not daring to look into her eyes, Ryuu gave her a loving, tender kiss to her forehead just to show that he did in fact care.
Where were things going to lead them now? What was next? Ryuu couldn’t see himself in a serious relationship because he’d only screw it up somehow. So what? Should he come clean and just tell her this whole thing was a ploy so that he could get her in bed? That he’s a womanizer and a user who only wants to get his and leave? Not to mention he’s a kleptomaniac who will steal from those women after he’s used them. Just knowing what’s he’s all done to women gave him a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. How many women has he hurt? Crushed? Or ruined because of what he’s done? Was he aware the he’s a pig? Yes, that he’s a complete dick? Yes. But no ones cared enough for him, besides his mother and younger brother, to really show him there’s anyone worth caring for back. Ryuu’s also broken up so many couples he wonders if there’s even such a thing as the ‘perfect couple’ or a ‘happy couple’ because it always seems to go to shit.
When the woman pulled away from him, Ryuu was hit with a sudden rush of cold air sending a tiny shiver down his body. Momentarily his arms stuck out in want of her body back against his but they soon fell down against his lap. Before he even had a chance to ask Misa what she was doing he found himself holding a frame with a young girl and young boy playing happily in the yard. At first the photo brought a smile to his face, Ryuu loved seeing happy families, it reminded him of when he was younger with his family in japansean. But once Misa dropped the news that it was actually her son his smile faded. For a moment the man sat there in disbelief. That would make her not only older then him, but her son would be only a few years younger then himself. This woman had sex at such a young age? Ryuu knew though that most of the time when something like this happened it was not a consensual thing it was still a big shock. The inside of his body went cold, she was a mother? Her son was already a teenager? Thirteen years ago? He couldn’t help but shake his head, still in disbelief even though the evidence was right before his eyes. Ryuu was so deep in thought and shock he didn’t even notice Misaki cross the room to her closet. The whisper hadn’t touched his ears either. Carefully he set the frame down in front of him on the bed, finally he collected his thoughts enough to look up at the woman. To his surprise she was holding another frame out with the picture of a rather severe looking man on it. Just the look on his face, the seriousness his aura gave off reminded him of his own father, Watari. It was almost a silent understanding with Ryuu that this had to have been the father of the boy, or maybe her father even though that wouldn’t explain why she was showing him.
Yet another wave of confusion washed over the already disillusioned young man. Then utter horror struck through him, boring into every last muscle fiber, hitting every last nerve in his body. Ryuu sat completely frozen in time, his face showing the shock clearly across his face. You could read him like a book right now which was something you never could before. All he’d show is what he wanted people to see. Every last ounce of color had drained from his face. Misaki’s son was the bastard child of her father and her incestual relations. Ryuu could no longer look at her, he just couldn’t. Bringing his eyes down to his hands that were clenched together in front of his stomach that was now churning in disgust at the very thought. Scooting back away from Misa slightly as she took her place on the edge of the bed. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? Pressing his hands together, palms sweating, Ryuu pursed his lips and tensed up his body. Fighting with himself about what to do now. Within a snap of a second he was on his feet and heading over to the door. How was he going to handle this? All he wanted to do was sleep with his woman and now all this shit? It was nothing at all he could handle while trying to work on his own problems. But who was he to judge? Misaki most likely had been raped though the woman hadn’t actually mentioned that but it was the more believable situation then a ten year old girl sleeping with her father. Why should he judge her for something she had no control over? Poor woman. Especially with everything he’s done, Ryuu is by far no angel. Was this just too much for him to handle? It might be.
Upon reaching the door his feet halted and all movement in his body ceased. Was he really just going to leave her like this? Could he even bring himself to do it? Yes. Maybe. Ryuu couldn’t be with her after finding out about her twisted past, always having that hanging over their heads. Could it really work? But technically they weren’t even dating in the first place so it’s not like the two of them were losing anything, really. Although his inner self was full of inner turmoil and fighting itself his outer shell showed nothing. Staring out of the door, his back facing Misa, Ryuu finally came up with a decision and walked out of the door. He couldn’t handle this, he’s been through a lot of shit but this was something he couldn’t handle. Once he reached the kitchen his movements came to a stop for the third time today. Something was compelling him to stay with Misa and comfort her but what was it? ”I can’t do this....” And with that Ryuu turned around for the second time and walked back down that long hallway, being seemingly longer right now. Bursting into the room, pacing and rambling fastidiously. ”I’m a jerk...and I mean a real big jerk.....you came out with the truth about your past and who you really are and so should I. I don’t know what it is but I feel like I need to tell you...so here it goes...”
Taking a deep breath, Ryuu tried to relax, shaking loose his body but it didn’t do anything. ”Okay so I lied, pretty much about everything. My name is actually Ryuu though and my age was right so I didn’t lie about that. But I’m not this shy, overly nice guy I’m really a huge jerk who uses women and sleeps with them and then leaves them and sometimes I’ll steal from them too if they have things lying around....I hate myself for it but I’ve just never been one to stay in a relationship. I’ve had them but I’ve been hurt every time and I can’t ever see any relationships actually working out for anyone. I’ve broken up too many relationships and shit to actually think love exists. I know it’s nothing like your past or anything but still. I was kicked out of my parents house and they shipped me out of japansean because my father is a complete ass who hates everything about me. I live on the streets and I was pretty much planning on sleeping with you tonight and never seeing you again.” After that his body felt numb, he couldn’t even feel his own feet nor build up the courage to look at Misa. ”But I mean, your the first girl I’ve ever been honest with. I don’t know if that means anything or not....I’m so sorry...for everything...I think I’ll leave and go wallow in self pity, thank you.” With a small, courteous bow Ryuu spun around and once again headed towards the front door only this time actually making it outside. The cool nights breeze hit his face but he hardly felt it through his numbness. Though his feet would take him no further then her door step, silently hoping she’d reach out and pull him back into her arms but knowing she wouldn’t. Who would possibly want to be with him after that? After telling them that he was just going to use them. Sighing he lowered his head, feeling lower then he’s ever felt before.
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