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Post by +. I M A on Jul 25, 2008 15:28:07 GMT -5
Before she was Peridot, before she knew of Easter Corp.'s self-destructive hunger for power and before she ever met Aiko, Ima had always liked the same guy since freshman year. Daisuke Minomoto was a guy that was coveted by most of the general female population of the high school. He was smart, charming, and adorable; he was practically every girl's fantasy.
And Ima...Ima was a mess. She always was and if not for Aiko, probably still would be. It wasn't until Aiko hatched that she ever thought about styling her hair or getting contacts. When she didn't put any effort into her looks she appeared to be hopeless and destitute of any kind of charm. But when she worked at it, she wasn't half-bad. Sure, most of the girls that Daisuke went out with were prettier then her and her friends all thought he was out of her league. The last time she confessed to him he had already started seeing someone new and he rejected her. She also hadn't been at her most presentable that day either.
Now, with her raven hair in pig tails and donning blue contacts so she didn't have to wear her thick-lensed glasses, Ima felt ready to confess to Daisuke.
Or, at the very least, finish the love letter she had wrote him in Chemistry this morning. Now it was lunch time and she was sitting on the roof, debating on sentences, word choices, and hoped she didn't have any grammar or spelling errors so that he didn't think she was stupid when he read it.
"He's going to refuse me, I know it. I wish Aiko was here."
Aiko had decided to stay home, or so she had told Ima. Secretly, Aiko went to go investigate who was stalking them for the past week and to see the truth behind Ima's sister's disappearance.
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Post by Rumi on Jul 25, 2008 18:33:35 GMT -5
Today was actually a good day for the sin member – no missions, no worries about embryo hunting for a while, and his favorite part, the sun was out. That was the thing besides his looks that attracted girls to him; his odd sense of sensitivity towards nature. While others could hardly comprehend why out of all people, Minomoto Daisuke was the one intoned with nature, but he knew why – it was the workings of his other heart that had belonged to his old self years ago. It mystified him to endless bounds why that heart still remained for he was sure that he had dumped it long ago with the rest of his old self but it was apparent that it still lingered; well so long as his sensitivity towards nature was the only trait he shared with his old self he didn’t mind it too much. So long as everything remained the same in his life.
He was making his way up towards the roof, where the warm rays of the sun were most enjoyable, but first he had to get rid of them. “I’ll see you guys later okay?” His voice bounced around in the stairwell he currently occupied. The disappointed groans that followed were impossible to miss. “Nani, Dai-kun? Your promised to sit with us today.” The whine caused him to inwardly sigh, but on the outside, his playboy charade continued. “Aw I promise I’ll come down soon and I’ll even have a surprise for all of you if you're patient.” He promised, sealing it with a trade mark, heart breaking grin. The girl’s quickly left in a fit of giggles, each one waving at Daisuke before leaving his presence. Really, girl’s could be so obscure sometimes.
Quietly opening the rooftop doors, the couldn’t help but notice a raven haired girl sitting by herself while muttering to herself about things he didn’t quite understand nor cared about. Silently, so she couldn’t hear or see him, the Sin member crept his way to the girl’s side and slowly leaned into her ear. “Who’s going to reject you?” He said in a soft whisper.
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Post by +. I M A on Jul 25, 2008 20:10:41 GMT -5
Indeed, Ima had not heard Daisuke as he approached her. She was far too busy playing editor with her love letter to realize that the object of her affections was now standing next to her. Then she heard his gentle voice brush against her ear, felt his hot breath tingle on her neck. Her cheeks bloomed an unhealthy shade of red as she connected the voice to the person.
When Ima turned her head to face Daisuke, she had to tilt her head back slightly so as to avoid brushing her lips against his cheek. Her shoulders bunched instinctively and she became withdrawn, closing her notebook shut and holding it to her chest in a protective fashion. Her unnaturally blue eyes held his gaze for a moment before she had to look away, still relishing the sensation of his breath pressing against her skin.
"It's...it's nothing, Minomoto-san."
What she meant was that she was nothing. A nervous smile somehow made itself visible on her face as she quickly stood up. Her backbone, the one that Aiko had been helping her to rebuild, had just crashed into fragments once again. She had Daisuke here with her, alone, but she lacked the courage and the confidence to take control. Besides, she was convinced that he would reject her. Or possibly, use her...though every part of her wanted to deny that Daisuke was that sort of person.
"I'll go now."
Ima was already walking to the door, and with each step, she felt her entire self cracking. Her would-be self...she had wanted to be a confident woman, she wanted to be some one special. But moments like this reminded her how especial she was.
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Post by Rumi on Jul 28, 2008 20:37:37 GMT -5
Daisuke watched with contemplating eyes as he weighed the pros and cons of stopping the raven-haired girl right now. For if he stopped her, he would not be able to spend his desired alone time he had just sent away the other group of giggling girls for; which according to him, was very difficult. If he asked her to stay, it would be another girl for him, but then again she wasn’t strikingly beautiful, nor was she ugly – the girl was somewhere in between, probably cute in his books. A girl like her was easy to obtain for someone like him, but the way her unnatural blue eyes made contact with his black, obsidian ones peeked his interest and outweighed the con considerably.
With quick analyzations, the raven-haired boy deducted that the girl was one of those girl’s who experienced love little so she would be naturally shy when it came to guys approaching her; which ultimately meant that he would be unable to do anything to aggressive with her to start with – he was going to have to ease it in for her softly.
Standing up, the boy made it to the girl in three long strides – on account of his long legs – and layed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s have lunch together.” He said with a grin as he pulled out a bento he had found on his desk this morning, probably from one of the girls since everyone in school knew he had broken up with his latest girlfriend. Today’s lunch consisted of soba noodles with some onigiri and baked goods along with it.
“If you want, I can even help you with that note or homework or whatever.” He said, using his other hand to signal the notebook labeled CHEMESTRY that the girl held in her hand. [/color]
(Remember, he is being unusually non arrogant only because he’s trying to seduce Ima. He’s really not like that, so don’t think that I am OOCing him. >.<’)
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Post by +. I M A on Aug 3, 2008 15:56:15 GMT -5
When Daisuke's warm hand touched her shoulder, anchoring her in place, Ima thought her heart had stopped. Then it began to flutter furiously within her chest, making her afraid that he could perhaps hear what his voice and his warmth could do to her. She looked over her shoulder to look at his expression. The rational part of her told her he was probably joking, that she would look into those dark, beautiful eyes and see cruel unspoken laughter. Instead, she saw...sincerity? Maybe not sincerity, but something akin to it. Something that was enough to make her feel more at ease and untense beneath his touch.
"I'd like that," she said softly with a small smile forming on her lips. She also had her bento with her, the white recatangular plastic box having a cute pink bunny design on it. Ima had always made her own bento ever since the seventh grade. Hers contained tomago, cold soba, sweet potato tempura, and a cupcake which she had baked over the weekend. Nothing too special, really.
When Daisuke mentioned her notebook she looked away and blushed, shaking her head and sending locks of her ebony hair askew. "N-no, that's fine." She sat down on the ledge she was sitting on before and placed her bento on her lap, opening it. Then she looked up at him, her expression shy and her spirit lacking confidence.
"Minomoto-san, Is it true that you've never lost a bet?"
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