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As for Rukamichi-- ::gets pushed into desk, and gets hurt.:: ::pout:: :then smiles and writes a little…but now I have to go to class.

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Karole Jean aka KJ

Chapter Curiosity

If I am Juliet, then where art thou Romeo? If I am Helen of Troy where is my Paris? I am suppose to be the fairest of the land, flowers at my feet, should I care if I am without love, if I have this attention? I just want my love, my destiny to make since. My soul mates arms around me, that not even tragedy could take away that moment when two lips touch, and birds sing joy.

Angelica’s thoughts were often like that. She had somewhat lied to her father about liking being alone, you might wonder how she got away with that being that both of them were Truth-Sayers. A person can misguide with what they say, if only they believe that what they say is the truth, what they feel at the moment in which the statement is told. She had felt at that moment that she wished her father away, and the unknown strange girl. The strange girl that was in her care had forgotten everything about life; even including who she was. Though the more Angelica thought about it, the more carious she was, the more she thought what it would be like to forget everything. The way men stared at her, the way she stayed at her floor as much as possible, so she wouldn’t go outside to get un-welcomed stares. That’s what she wanted to forget at least, forget what the world was like. She started to get more carious, thinking how someone would look at this world when they forget everything about it.

Finally she got up from her bed, so fast they she felt dizzy for a bit, but steadied herself so she could walk across the hall and to the room she sent the unknown girl, only to knock on the door softly. She continued to knock on the door with no particular aggression, and no answer came. It was late in the afternoon, she been up three hours. It didn’t make since that the unknown girl was a sleep. She almost walked away but her curiosity continued to grow that she slowly opened the door to peak in. The door screeched open, as she cringed, but saw passed out on bed the unknown girl. She opened the door more fully, trying to be quiet, trying not to wake the girl up. She looked at the unknown girl; she did not stir very much. She barely moved, and if it was not for the girl chess going up and down in breath, then Angelica would have been shocked and afraid, by the overwhelming stillness, and afraid of what that would have meant.

She tip toed to the unknown girl, and indeed she heard a breath and felt even more comforted. There was something so eerie about the unknown girl. Her pale skin, her rough lips, yet with soft hands, at least they looked soft, to Angelica. She bit her own lip, with the thought she should leave, but couldn’t get herself to move with her curiosity grown. Her hands look soft, but were they? She looked at the unknowns girl face and she was still passed out, facing forward. Angelica stepped closer to the bed, trying to listen to her screaming head that was telling her to leave, “what are thinking, just go.” Yet her feet didn’t move, and her curiosity had taken over her as her hand touched the unknown girl’s cheek that soon become flushed and warm. She pulled her hand back quickly, but calmed quickly to realize that the girl was still fast a sleep, but she did slightly felt guilty and tried to turn to the door, but her feet turned back before she moved. Her cheek was smooth. Yet, were here hands as soft, or was she in hard labor. Wouldn’t the unknown girl want to know that, where her class was? She touched the unknown girl’s right hand; it felt soft, softer and smoother then anything other hand she felt. Not cold, but not quite warm either. “Ugh, what I am doing.” She thought and she tried to walk away again, and even got in two steps till she turned back and stared at the unknown girl. Who slept that peacefully, especially with what she was going through? “In the stake of science. She would want to know her place, right?” She thought, it was acceptable to ask questions in your mind, but not outside. Unless someone caught you that was, but then again, no one really could read minds.

Angelica touched the girls arm, and gently squeezed the unknown girls arm, trying not to wake her, but to feel a muscle. The arm did seem quite strong, not overly strong, but could do much labor with them. Course that was the other arm, it wouldn’t fair to just one arm. She looked unknown girl, who started to actually snore a little, and was more obvious that the girl was a sleep. She leaned over the unknown girl just a little, and squeezed the other arm. It was equally as tight, she was about to walk away realizing how much she was acting so ditzy and peculiar, but as her hand went to move, but was grabbed by the unknown girls hand. She bit her lip as she jumped, looked back at the unknown girl ready to explain somehow what she was doing. Yet, the unknown was still soundly a sleep. Angelica breathed out relief, but realized that her hand was still tightly held in the unknown girl’s left hand. Not to mention, her acquired position, of herself leaning up upon the girl. She glanced at the unknown once again, and the girl continued to have a soft snooze.

Angelica didn’t know how it happen, but she was soon on top of the unknown girl, trying to get off without waking her. The unknown girl held her in her arms, and Angelica couldn’t untangle herself. At least not without waking her. She felt a panic and wanted to cry right there, in fact she did. One small tear left her red eyes, and fell onto the unknown girls lips.

The unknown girls eyes twitch with the feeling, and finally woke u knowing Angelica’s presence. Will knowing someone’s presence, her eyes were still blurring, and she wasn’t fully continuous to the world. “aww, honey why you crying. I hate when you cry,” the unknown girl slightly reached up to kiss Angelica’s lips softly, tighten her arms around Angelica and ushered her down to lay on her, and cry on her shoulder. Angelica was shocked, but did come closer into her arms and started crying harder. Once she started her tears, they could never stop.

The unknown girl started to remember that she had no idea who was in her bed, was there suppose to be a lover? She remembered the trial, the confusion, this room and then she realized Angelica was in her arms, and Angelica was crying on her shoulder. Why? How did this come happen.

“Uh Angelica, Princess? Uh…Angelica, why are you in my bed. I mean, not that I mind. Technically its your room and all, I just um.. . I am little confused.’