Post by tearing on Jul 27, 2012 7:46:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 5px, bTable][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 70px;] [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #fff; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; background-color: #F78661; height: 30px;]THE STORY OF THE TWO OF US[/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]sometimes you wish it was a little more mysterious[/style][style=background-color: #DCDCDC; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; width: 115px; float: left; margin-right: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; height: 100px; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 3px;] [/style][/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]The long haired girl sighed for the twelfth time that hour, eyes lazily glancing at the wall clock that was separating herself from leaving the establishment with the knowledge that the night's work had been done and was all over. Narrowing her eyes, Kotori was not so stupid as to think that merely glaring at the clock would make time somehow go faster, but she did so nevertheless, with her pupils fixated on the two arms of the boring, stark white wall clock that looked out of place on the rich, recently painted deep wine red walls. Kotori stopped counting the amount of times she ended up catching herself staring at nothing in particular, because her assignment was starting to look like a blur to her and there was not even a soul around to fill the empty walls with noise. If she was a crazy woman she'd even start talking to herself, but no, she was a normal, functioning part of society who yes, cared for the opinions of her peers and her fellow human beings, and therefore she had to continue sitting there, staring at nothing in particular, because the shift she took was the quietest one of the night in order to make extra time for her to finish her hellish assignments. Yet she couldn't concentrate. Kotori sighed. She never thought she'd ever admit, even if it was to herself, that she'd quite possibly be wanting the company of another human being. At least, during the times when she was in training there would be that tall, awkward fool named Kisarasu who seemed to be incredibly fixated on technology. Kotori only learnt this by remembering the conversation he had with one of the customers one foggy night regarding motherboards and the newest video cameras. Kotori never had the money to spare on the fancy gadgets and the unnecessarily 'pretty' looking phones her classmates owned, for she was struggling to even managing to pay for the simple cost of living in the fast, modern city of Tokyo. Soon, she would think, with an almost smile on her lips and an odd shine in her eyes, soon. Kotori would be leaving university with a brilliant degree. Then she'd be able to get a a much, much better job. She'd be able to work full time. Be a white collar worker and live an ordinary life. Now that she listed it out like that, it sounded depressing, but what else could she do? Her grandmother, who took care of her during her high school years, was now sick and bedridden. Money, money, money. It made men cynical and it made men cry. Kotori was not a man, and she knew her own determination was going to get her out of this mess. The university junior, thinking about all those gone and all those who walked by, sighed again for the fourteenth time this hour. Wait. The hour was going to pass. Kotori's thin lips almost broke into a smile, but it wasn't as if it was her first day on the job. Ah, what was she thinking of again? Oh yeah. Right. Kisarasu, the strange man who had to be in his late twenties, quit about a week after completing his obligation to train her up, saying that he was getting married to some pink haired Italian with a soft smile and 'the best gelato in the world', whatever 'gelato' meant. Kotori didn't have the spare time on her hands in order to go and physically search for the meaning of the god damn word, yet she still wished him well despite never managing a full conversation with him. Distant pleasantries meant that everyone could be happy, even if it never made Kotori blossom with happiness. She wasn't some two dimensional character from a film aimed at pre-teens. The bell rang just as fingers started to pick up sheets of paper with numbing words again, and Kotori quickly shoved her work underneath the bar counter, but the nineteen year old neglected to stand up and leave her bar stool when her wide eyes met a mop of foreign blonde hair that seemed blinding under the bar's intense lighting that she took so long to get used to. She had been on this job since her freshmen year. Kagetsu Kotori was not an idiot. From the attire he was wearing, the look on his face, Kotori could tell immediately that this man, boy, whatever he is, wherever he came from, didn't have that much money. She remembered the last time a homeless man tried to 'convince' her into giving him a free drink. Honestly, the nerve of some people. “....Yes? What are you doing here then?” She spoke with mild impatience, not wanting to have her time wasted, yet she... didn't quite want to drive him out. Loneliness was a dreadful disease. It would grip your entire being and leave you empty until someone, anyone, if you were that desperate, stuck around to fill the hole solitude left when it began to eat into you. Not that Kotori would ever admit this out loud. It was bad enough admitting this in her subconscious, never mind a stranger who happened to look like a hobo. Her lips pressed together tightly. “Uh, I came for a drink?” The stranger offered with a shrug and a polished accent. From his pale face and his startling blue eyes, Kotori swore she was speaking with a foreigner, but... his Japanese couldn't be faulted. Well, she'd be damned. Wasn't every day that you'd meet a guy with blue eyes, blonde hair and perfect Japanese to boot. If her co-worker was in right now, she'd be all over this guy. Kotori rose an eyebrow. “So it may seem. What would you like, sir?” Seeing as she was already offering, Kotori hoped she wouldn't have to regret her decision. If he were to run out now, without paying, she'd have to make up for the drink out of her own pocket, and she would prevent that from happening, at all costs. “What's with that look on your face? Worried I'm not gonna pay? Aw, don't be, bambina. I walked in here with enough money for a soft drink.” The foreigner said that with so little care in the world, yet what he said was completely ridiculous, so ridiculous in fact it almost made her smile, made her laugh; but no, she wasn't that easy. “Hmf. Fine. What do you want then?” Kotori asked again, this time less polite and more demanding. She supposed she disliked being read so blatantly, so obviously; for she was not that kind of person. Kotori did not leave her heart on her sleeve. That was how things usually broke. “A coke or a lemonade would be great, thanks.” The foreigner smirked, winking mischievously, which managed to piss Kotori off further. “I'm Nevi by the way. What's your name, bambina?” “Kogetsu, if you must.” Kotori replied courtly. Customers didn't usually ask for their bartender's name, but Kotori would never admit in a million years she was happy that that idiot of a foreigner would be among the only three people who asked during her time working here, at the hidden bar that seemed to be pure and utter escapism for the regulars who came almost every night. Getting up, Kotori went to grab a glass and the bottle of coke and filled the glass underneath the counter, eyes not daring to look up at the boy's eyes. Picking it up, she easily slid it to him with a bland expression. “There, a coke.” Kotori blandly explained her actions. Oh shoot, she was forgetting something. “Enjoy.” The apathetic expression on the boy's face changed immediately after she spoke. “And I will, bambina. Of course, I will enjoy every sip.” He chuckled, over a reason Kotori never really knew, but she didn't care any longer as he had already placed several metal coins on the marble surface. She took them, and all it took was a mere glance to know that he had overpaid her. Just as she was about to speak up on the matter though, seeing as he seemed to need every penny more than she did - “Keep it. Call it a tip for your wonderful services tonight.” Nevi smiled, another chuckle leaving his thin lips. Ah, what was this, exactly? Was her hole being filled by a stranger? Was this numbness going to fade away? Kotori's papers were suddenly awfully interesting to look at now. Perhaps it was fine to allow the blonde hobo to stay a while more. [/style][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; padding: 5px; margin: 3px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;]WORDS 1460 STARRING nevi x kotori. NOTES i hope i did them justice omg. sorry if i didn't do enough research. ;w; in other words: ship ship ship ship shipping. this is chapter one, everyone. LYRICS from the wonderful song called 'our song' by the spill canvas.[/style][/style][/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]i'll save you 'cause i'm a big rockstar[/style][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 60px;] [/style] |
