I was living in hell, until you came…

“so tell me what do you do when it all falls apart, gotta pick myself up, were do I start? Cause I can’t turn to you when it all falls apart…”

I couldn’t breath it felt like there was a weight over my body crushing it, my head pounded, my legs sore, I couldn’t open my eyes. Was I dieing?

I tried to move but I felt paralyzed, trapped numb, I couldn’t even tell if I was breathing. then without warning something extremely cold was dumped on me as I let out a yelp, I tried to open my eyes but I couldn’t. a voice called out to me but, who was it?

I tried again and found that the pressure just got worse when I tried to move. ‘ oh no whats happening to me?’ I panicked as I realized I really was paralyzed, my mind still felt clouded from sleep, I couldn’t think straight as I started to struggle, I felt like the more I struggled the more pressure was applied to myself, but I didn’t stop, the pressure kept building as I continued to panic then when I felt like I was never gonna move something snapped.

I screamed, as I opened my eyes to see were I was. The first thing that came to view was a pair of socks. ‘ what the hell?’ I lifted my head from the floor and looked up to see legs, then a bucket and then finally a head. My eyes I widened as my mind cleared and everything rushed back to me...along with my newly snapped wrist.

My eyes suddenly filled with suppressed rage as I slowly moved my body up to a sitting position(ignoring the pain). I stared at the ground as I spoke with venom dripping from every letter. “Yes?!” I cold practically feel his eyes narrow as he replied “get up KOR-RIN you have school and I will not accept you being tardy.” I gave the cold wet floor the coldest and most hate-filled gaze I could muster.

‘ Damn it I hate when he’s laid off.’ “yes sir.” I said maliciously as I stood up, as soon as I did. WHAM!! He slapped me in my I’m positive already bruised face. “don’t talk back to me you ungrateful brat.” I gritted my teeth and fisted my knuckles at my side, I would not cry! not again.

I stared at the ground until he finally left. ‘ bastard go to fucking hell and stay there!!’ I closed my eyes as I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, god how I hated to cry it made me feel weak and stupid. I hated feeling any thing, bad or good even because when you felt good things that also meant that you would feel bad things, with happiness comes pain, with love comes hate.

With strength comes weakness, and I hated being weak. I opened my eyes and took a deep slow breath before I moved to my closet so I could get dressed and get the hell out of the house.

XXX

Korrin opened her eyes wearily the dream bringing back aches she hadn’t felt since she was in middle school...”and this is why ladies and gentlemen I no longer live with my father back in Osaka…” She shuddered out of habit and slowly stood, her head pounding…hard “Holy fucking shit could my head hurt any worse?” So enraptured by her nauseating headache Korrin hadn’t really realized that she was currently sprawled out in the bathroom of her now long time friend Kisho’s house. “Finally your awake…done puking?” Korrin jumped not expecting the masculine voice. Turning around slowly a glower stuck on her face while she rubbed her aching temples Korrin promptly stuck her tongue out to Kisho. “Bite me will ya…I mean…oh” Suddenly it dawned on her “wh-where am I…I mean I’m, your, me…my house, your…” Kisho chuckled. “Sadly I understood that….well anyways Yes Korri-chibii your in my house and yea I brought you back from the rave…and you smell like puke…so do us all a favor a shower will ya?” Korrin glowered and yanked the plush red towel out of Kisho’s hands and slammed the door on his face, only to open in a second later and grab the pair of sweats and oversized anime shirt out of his hands.

XXX

Kisho had decided to sit in his room while she showered and pondered over the events of the night before. The haunting memory of Korrin’s face so devastated so pale, so outright scared had given him nightmare for probably years to come now, never had he ever seen Korrin display so much negative emotion, was it the booze, had she had any drugs, taken acid maybe? He wasn’t entirely sure but that name Sebastian kept ringing through his head like an echo of some bad dream sounding off in his head making him shudder and cringe. Who the hell was Sebastian, was he someone who hurt her…an ex maybe…Kisho thought back to everything they have ever talked about trying to remember all her ex’s and realized she had never talked about her past relationships, heck he didn’t even know if she had ever really been in a relationship before. He knew she was secretive but he just figured that she was shy and would open up when the time was right…that or she just had a flat out pretty unproductive life. But now he was thinking that maybe there was a reason why she was so secretive and mostly kept her past to herself.

A rather loud oof from outside the door brought Kisho out of his musing long enough to realize the klutz had fallen- probably face first- into his door. Sighing a shaking his head a little Kisho opened the door to reveal a very red in the face Korrin who looked just a little pissed off. “Having fun making out with my door?” “In your dreams.” “Wow I didn’t know I dreamt up erotic fantasies between you and my bedroom door, huh” Korrin shoved him out of the way “oh shut up I just hit my face now leave me alone.” Kisho grinned and joined Korrin on his enormous king sized pillow top mattress. “Yeesh hot head over here.” Korrin stopped her momentary rolling around on the soft sheets to give him yet another of her infamous “I’m pissed and your pissing me off and I’m gonna kill you if you don’t shut your trap” looks “I’ll hott head you something in a minute mr.” Kisho laughed “oooh baby mm well if you really wanna know my head is prtty hott thanks to my testicles I mean gotta keep that sperm fertile.” Korrin made a face and tossed a pillow in his direction laughing as it hit him directly between the eyes temporarily making him go cross-eyed. ‘Oh your so gross Kish-kun.”

Kisho smiled “well I do try. Now speaking of gross, you did wash your mouth out with the mouth wash I have supplied right? Because I mean no offense Korri-chibii but your breath stank!”

Kisho watched amusedly as Korrin’s face turned a deep red before going extremely pale, her silverfish blonde and purple streaked hair falling in her face as she made to lunge at him. Kisho was fast though being not entirely human does that to a person and he dodged the futile attempt easy enough but he wasn’t prepared for her almost invisible leg to come crashing down on his stomach causing him to roll over off the bed and hit his head on the side of his nightstand in the process.

Smiling triumphantly Korrin brushed back her hair and re adjusted her oversized shirt “Of course Kish-kun I wouldn’t dream of leaving the bathroom without doing so.” Her sickly sweet sarcasm made him cringe. God he never realized she was so, so…so malicious. “Evil bitch”

“Bite me!”

“Maybe I will!”

“be my guest!”

‘Gladly!”

“Well I’m waiting”

“Gimme a moment!”

“weirdo..”

“You’re the weirdo, you’ll probably enjoy it!”

“Yea well maybe I will, and maybe….!”

“Ahem.” Korrin and Kisho both turned to stare at the 6 foot 8 giant standing in Kisho’s doorway a seriously amused look across his face. “If I’m not interrupting, I have some news.”

“Oh Korrin this is my brother Akiri….Akiri this is the friend I was talking about Korrin.”

He shook his head in her general direction “pleasure.”

Korrin smiled back a little awkwardly

“Your mother called Korrin, she demanded that you come back home, she threatened charges…?”

Korrin felt her face turn pale. Her mother had never, not ever called to find out where she was, Korrin disappeared for 2 months once and her mother simply said “don’t touch the scotch.” When she got back…let alone threaten to call the cops on who knows how many or what kinds of charges….so the only response she could really give wasn’t that intelligent. “Are you serious?”

Akiri raised one slender brow…”No I’m fuckn with you” His voice was cold and matter of fact.

Korrin turned a slight shade of red before dropping her hand down towards her pants…Oh wait, shit. Korrin thought as she realized that she wasn’t in her clothes, in fact she had no idea what happened to them.

Looking around the room Korrin didn’t spot them turning to Kisho Korrin asked a little panicked not sure why she was panicked but she was. “Wheres my cell?”

Kisho gave her a blank stare…. “You didn’t bring your cell.”

“Yea I did it was in my skirt, Wheres my skirt?”

“Washer…”

Korrins eyes widened slightly

“Did you check for anything before you threw it in there? Kish”

“No I just pulled the chains off and threw it in I felt sorta heavy but I figured it was another chain and I couldn’t figure…oops”

Kisho realized his mistake “Oh Korri-chibii I’m soo sorry I just threw it in I wasn’t really thinking.”

Korrin lept off the bed faster then should be allowed for anyone with a hangover of her magnitude.

XXX

“KUSO!” (shit) Korrin rarely cussed in Japanese but it couldn’t be helped her phone was indeed in her skirt, and ultimately fried. Her contacts where lost, her pictures where lost pictures that had been there for years. Pictures…of him.

Kisho felt a stabbing pang of guilt one that stabbed him in the gut and just kept going.

“Oh Korri-chibii Gomen nasai, forgive me please I’ll buy you a knew one.”

Korrin wiped the tears from her eyes “Kisho You can’t just replace something like this I had stuff in here, important stuff, valuable stuff!”

“You can replace the numbers just tell everyone what happened I’m sure they’ll understand.”

Korrin batted at her tears furiously, not really thinking before she spoke.

“I can’t replace the pictures Kisho.”

“We can take new ones…Korri-chibii c’mon it’s only a phone.”

“Its not just a phone Kisho! You can’t replace pictures of your dead BOYFRIEND!”

Korrin clamped her mouth shut realizing a little too late what she had let slip out.

Kisho was dumb struck reaching out to Korrin he stopped half way

“Korri….” He was cut off

“You know your right it’s just a stupid phone It’s ok I don’t blame you not your fault anyways I’m gonna go I’ll return your clothes later call ya tonight.”

Korrin wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and without really giving him a chance to speak stood up clothes and phone cradled in her hands and left.

Kisho sat there for what seemed like eternity as he just watched her walk out the door.

“ahem.” Kisho turned around and picked himself up off the laundry floor not even looking up to acknowledge his brother standing over him. “I’m not in the mood, I’ll be in my room if you need me, not that you would.” Kisho turned and with his suspicions confirmed, walked up the stairs towards his room where he spent the rest of the night replaying those words. Slowly piecing together the puzzle and painting in a lot of grey areas.

A/N: ALRIGHTY REVIEW AND LET ME KNO THE NEXT SHHOULD BE UP AND OUT SHORTLY.