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Post by oleandarwhite on Feb 18, 2010 2:18:03 GMT -5
Oleandar White waits patiently outside the backgate entrance to the San Diego Sea World, idlly checking her watch. He'll show up. It 's like a moth to a flame, even if she hadn't invited him to a hotel room. Don't ask her why she feels compelled to help this guy. Maybe it's because he opened up to her and she saw something under his shallow, sexist exterior, maybe it's a Canadian thing from being the daughter of a Mountie, or maybe a yet unspoken attraction she's not willing to admit to herself just yet.
Sure enough a short time later, the spikey blond head comes around the corner and he grins. "Knew you'd be here," He says. "Just couldn't stay away from me could ya Babe?"
"Something like that...and you knew I'd be here because I called you," she arches an eyebrow as she slides off the rock wall, opening the gate,"This way."
He blinks but shrugs, following her. If she's into Kinky shit cool he can do that, hell maybe he'll even work something out with her. Doing it in a crowded theme park is a new one even for him. "So still you called me, and I told ya you would,"
"Yes, but for different reasons thanyou were hoping." She glances at him and can see his mind was already wandering. Oh boy, this is going to be even harder than she thought. "Is part of your impairment that you can only focus on anything for a length of time if the topic is sex?"
He blinks rapidly and looks at her. "What?" He asks, looking a bit frustrated with her. "I'm not sure what you mean by that, I have other focuses."
"Such as?"
"Wrestling," He grins. "I think about wrestling," He pauses. "When Zoe reminds me to think about wrestling."
She sighs, not bothering to ask which recent fling Zoe is, "You know the sad thing is with all your experience I still probably know more about sex than you."
He blinks. "I doubt that," He laughs.
She arches an eyebrow,"I In ancient England it was against the law for a commoner to have sex unless under the express concent of the king. Once he had concent, he had to hang a sign on his door. "Fornication Under Consent of the King." F. U. C. K. "
He blinks in surprise looking at her. "That's just fucked up," He says with a roll of his eyes. "I mean you had to have permission to have Sex, That's Bullshit."
"Well you learned something new today. Another tidbit for you, dolphins, including orcas, are the only species other than Humans that have sex for pleasure, including homosexual and masturbatory activity."
"Yeah, well I'm not big on fish," he says with a shrug.
It takes every ounce of will power not to whap him up the side of the head. "Dolphins are mammals, egghead," she sighs loudly as she opens a door and lead him through it, pausing as she starts pulling her shirt off over her head.
He blinks and grins happily, misinterpretting her meaning as he pulls his own shirt off quickly. "now yer talking babe."
She blinks, shooting him a look as she unzips her jeans, having revealed she was wearing a wetsuit under her clothes, much to his disappointment and confusion, "Let's get this straight, I am not your lover, your one night stand, your fuck buddy, or your friend with benefits, Billy. I'm just your platonic friend, that's all." She snatches a wetsuit off a nearby rack and pitches it at him,"Go put that on."
The look on his face is one of astonishment. This is so not going the way he wanted it to. He slowly takes the offered wet suit and goes into a staff bathroom, changing into it, wrinkling his nose at the uncomfortable cold feeling of the rubber as he comes back out. "Okay, I'm in it..no what?"
"Now we start on your therapy," she replies brightly, leading him around to a ladder on one side of deep tank with sparkly blue water.
"My Therapy, I don't need Therapy," he argues in confusion."What in the hell do I need Therapy for? I'm done with all my PT."
"Not physical therapy, psychological therapy," she replies , sliding into the pool, her slender body as accustom to the water as the tank's occupants.
He watches her. "What do I need Psychological Therapy?" He asks petulantly, standing on the edge of the pool, one foot barely touching the water. By now they've both wondered at least fifty times why he's here, him with genuine confusion, her with vaguely amused but strangely affectionate exasperation.
"Severe trauma manifests itself in various ways, both mental and physical. In your case, it's both a sexual addiction and the complete lose of function of short term memory.Once we move past the block, we put you back in control of your memory." She wads deeper into the pool, moving her arms to tread water and stay upright.
"Please if 100's of doctors can't fix my brain what makes you think swimming in a pool can fix that?" He asks, crossing his arms.
"I didn't say this would fix you, it'sjust a start. Plus if you want to keep bothering me and you don't want me to slap a restraining order for harassment on your scrawny ass you'll suck it up and get your butt in the water," she gives him a no nonsense look. She's bluffing, but he doesn't know that. the truth is for some reason as mysterious as the origin of life itself, she likes him.
He sighs, grumbling several choice words under his breath as he climbs into the water , shaking his head. "This is stupid."
"Just give me fifteen minutes of your time then if you want you can leave."
"Fine, what are we doing?" He asks a little stubbornly, wading closer to her then treading water.
"There are 44 dolphins in this establishment, not counting the killer whales. Of those 44, there arethree species of dolphins at including a Common dolphin, along with both Atlantic/Pacific bottle-nose dolphins and Commerson's dolphins. What most people don't know is dolphins are very slow breeders, so to get that many, places like sea world have to have them captured from the wild."
He nods, acctually listening to her silently as he kicks his feet to stay afloat.
Her eyes travel over him somewhat distractedly in the leaving little too the imagination black and blue wetsuit before she clears her throat and pats the water, twoshort slaps, one long, and a silky gray form swims in under them,"Dolphins live in very tight knit family units called pods. They staywith their family and their chosen mate their whole life. Almost half of the dolphins captured die from depression from being seperated from their families," she smiles as a sleek gray head bobs to the surface, "Billy, this is Cali."
He blinks. "She's a dolphion," He states the obvious, calmly watching the mammal silently looking a bit nervous. Up close dolphins are a lot bigger than he assumed.
"Cali is a Pacific Bottlenose dolphin, about 7 years old.." she rubs the dolphin's belly as it rolls over and floats over to Billy, expecting the same treatment, "And she's starving herself to death from depression from being seperated from her family. She doesn't play with the other dolphins, or eat, or respond to much of anything. " she gestures to a bucket of fish on a nearby ledge,"And what I want from you, is to get her to eat."
Billy blinks, staring at the dolphins white glistening belly then over at the bucket. "You want what?"
"I want you to feed her, to talk to her, to share her pain, because she's very like you, and she knew it the second you got in this pool. Dolphins have what's called echolocation.That means the second you got in the water, she could use sound waves to x-ray your body and know every scar, sickness, broken bone, etc. you ever had in your life. But it works another way we don't understand yet. Dolphins sense emotions like depression. She knows you experienced losses like hers, and I think she'll respond to that better than she does to me or the trainers."
He blinks slowly looking down at the Dolphin again. "She's a fish..what does she know about what I've been through."
"She's a mammal, and her brain is larger than a human's and more detail. She's been taken away from her parents, her mate, probably her child and locked away in a small plexiglass box for the rest of her life , never to see her family again..sounds a little familiar from when you woke up in the hospital, doesn't it?"
He blinks silent remembering tubes and wires and pitying faces and pain and people shaking there heads, cops blaming him yelling, pain he jerks back from the Dolphin and Ollie moving for the ladder. "I can't do this!" He replies, his voice edged with panic.
This startles her and she swims over, putting a hand on his shoulder,"Okay, okay, calm down..I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed..."
He glances at her, taking a deep shuddering breath, blinking, shaking his head. "I...I...sorry," He drags his fingers through his hair.
"No, it's okay..I'm sorry, it's your life, I shouldn't have tried to intervene," her expression is sad, sympathetic, guilty. She has pushed him too hard, trying to catch another glance of the man he was the day they walked the dogs.
He swallows roughly. "I can do this," He takes a deep breath. "I can do this," He nods. The insane things he will do for this woman..
The dolphin circles the pool then makes a soft, mournful sound before ducking under and flouting listlessly.There was really something human in it's suffering, refusing to eat, sleep, respond to others of it's kind, intermittantly beating it's head against the unforgiving wall of it's prison. Ollie looks at Billy, honest concern on her face as she hauls herself up to sit on the edge of the ledge, her ruby eyes compassionate.
He swallows roughly and slowly takes a fish from the bucket, this is ridiculous, just to get in someone's pants, he should just let this go, let her go, cross her off the list and just move on...but he can't...for some fucked up reason she's in his head and he can't get her the fuck out. He might be amused to know she feels the same way. He clicks his tongue remembering, Shina his dog, the sweet shy little mutt he'd had before, scared of everyone. "Come here," He calls, like he's calling a dog.
"Pat the water," Ollie encourages,leaning forward. Her eyes gleam with fascination.
He glances at her then nods, sighing softly he pats the water trying to push down the memories of that hospital room, that first morning, his stomach rolls and he closes his eyes. Cali floats a little longer then surfaces near him with a soft, drawn out click and whine. He sighs and holds the fish out. "You need to eat this, there's a lot of people concerned about you," He says keepinghis eyes closed his voice low. "There so worried they got the biggest asshole in the world here feeding you." he adds, his hand shaking.
The dolphin nudges the fish but seems to show little interest. Billy sighs softly, meeting her oil black intelligent eyes."Yeah I feel ya," he says with a laugh, that is cold empty hollow almost. "I wouldn't wanna eat a damn cold dead fish if I could be with my family catching live one's and being happy."Cali makes a sound almost like a sigh and nudges her bulbous forehead against his hand which he runs along her smooth mellon skull."You gotta do what you gotta do though." he insists softly, hating the weird aching pain in his chest, he really feels sick and tired and worn out right now, all his fault really. "Okay, I get that, but yer gonna upset Ollie ya know if you die, I can tell."
She clicks softly and drifts around him before bobbing back up, still looking none too certain about the fish "Look I don't talk fish, mammal or whatever, alright,Hell I don't even speak human half the fucking time." The dolphin studies him with almost unnervingly intelligent eyes as if it really understands him. He shakes his head closing his eyes. "Look eat it, don't..I don't give a shit," The fucking memories along with the pain are coming faster and harder. He bites his lip fighting to keep himself composed. "Do whatever you want kid, its all on you."
Silence. After a minute the dolphin ducks under, seeming like she's going to swim away then she resurfaces and mouths the fish slowly before pulling it out of his grasp and jerking her head back so it slid down her throat.He blinks, watching her silently still shaking slightly chewing his own lip as he watches her. She makes a crooning sound as she nudges against his hand again. "You want another one?" He asks, pulling another fish from the bucket. "You don't have to do this just cause ya pity me, everyone fucking pities me." The dolphin regards him thoughtfully then this time almost playfully snatches the fish out of his hand with a whistle.
He jumps if that was at all possible in the water and blinks. "What I'd do?"
"You helped someone,"Ollie replied with a smile, having just witnessed in her eyes what she believes to be two miracles in a matter of an hour. "She likes you."
"Why, I'm an asshole," He responds, trying topush down the memories and the pain. Absently he gets the dolphin to accept two more fish before she declines a fifth.
"Yeah well... must be the same mental defect I have, i like you you too,' she smiles as she slides into the water and hugs him warmly.
He stiffens, every inch of his body rigid this is not the kind of touching he is used to, this hurts, it scares the hell out of him. "What are you doing?"
She blinks and lets him go when he stiffens up,"Nothing," her smile fades a bit sadly as she gets out of the water and rings it out of her hair.
He blinks and ducks under the water just sitting there his eyes squeezed shut, as he needs to get himself back together, he just sits there listening to all the muffled sounds around him. The dolphin pauses infront of him and makes a quizzical sound like it's telling him he isn't supposed to be under the water. He doesn't open his eyes for a minute then does and looks at her silently. She chirrups, whistles then moves in close till her beak brushes his face curiously before she swims around him. In his head he knows he's gonna have to surface soon, but at the same time his mind has reverted almost back to where he'd been before he'd locked away those parts of his brain, It'd be easy to just take a deep breath. He kicks to the surface quickly and swims to the edge climbing out without a word.
Ollie looks at him curiously as he drips on the concrete walkway. In some ways she wonders if she's made things better or worse for him.
He just stands there trying to think, trying to make his brain work fully right, trying to make everything make some sense. "heh," He mumbles.
"I'm sorry, I meant for this to be agood day for you,' she murmurs quietly. He nods. "It was," He says quickly. "I got her to eat."
"Yeah you did," she smiles softly, leaning slightly towards him then pausing and drawing back quietly,shivering a little,"Better go find our clothes.."
"Yeah, clothes," He says with a smile. "Getting dressed, you brought me here to uh try and fix my brain and fixing my brain isn't doable."
"I still don't believe that."
He blinks, looking at her. "Why not?"
She pauses, looking at him as she picks up her pile of folded clothes,dripping on them a little, "Because..I believe in you."
He looks utterly confused. "You believe in me?" He asks. "Why?"
"For absolutely no logical, explainable reason," she laughs softly and there is something strangely open and lovely about her face that says if he tried to kiss her now she wouldn't shove him away.
He licks his lips staring at her silently, very very tempted to kiss her, but deciding that isn't the best move right now, some small part of his brain that is still trying to function. "Fuck," He rubs his face roughly, serious. "you drive me insane,"
She snorts and grins ,"Mutual," she replies, walking off to a restroom to change.
He watches her go then slowly disappears into the men's room and changes himself, still trying to shove down all the memories, that first wake up in the hospital, trying to move, trying to think, he is starting to panic again, damn it he rests his head against the wall as he comes out. "Fuck,"
"Now you can't use that word without remembering where it came from," she jokes as she comes back in her street clothes, her silvery hair still damp, and so damn touchable and soft looking, like the feathers of angel wings.
He looks at her his eyes distant. "Yeah, guess not."
She arches an eyebrow,"You wanna go get lunch?"
Billy blinks and looks at her. "Why?" He asks. What he really wants to do was curl up in the darkest room he can find and stay there...Zoe would like that she adored him when he was hiding from himself.
"For..food?"
He blinks. She wants him to eat and he gets that because usually after 2 or 3 days Zoe starts pushing the food thing. "Food right, its important.."
"Well typically, yeah. Food, sleep, shelter, sex, pretty much keeps the average Human going."
"Sex I get," He nods, swallowing roughly trying to think but again those little flashes hit him hard, he takes a step back stumbling he falls against the wall. "Fuck!" She is almost instantly at his side ,steadying him. He swallows and blinks rapidly. "I'm fine," he says, feeling Ill. "Lets go get lunch or whatever."
She nods, falling silent as they walk towards the back gate they came in through, then states bluntly, "I don't get it."
Billy blinks, looking at her. "Don't get what?" He asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets to hide how bad they're shaking.
"The sex thing. I don't get it. It isn'ta nessicity like food or water or clean clothes or shelter to me. Never has been."
"For me, it makes things...easier," He replies slowly.
"Everyone else says it complicates things."
"When I'm in a dark room, with some girl...or guy...I...I'm just me and touch and smell and sound...I don't have to see anymore."
"Seeing is bad?"
"Can be, painful." "You don't like looking at the people you're with?" Suddenly it clicks in her head,"If you can't see them, you can pretend it's your wife.."
Billy jerks and looks away. "No," But she can''t really tell if the no was about her first statement or the second one.
Ollie lets it drop and instead states,"I don't think I'd like that at first."
"Like what?" He asks dully, looking at the cement as they walk.
"The darkness. If I ever slept with someone..I'd want to look at them and them look at me, like they thought I was special, beautiful. Later on maybe then it wouldn't be so bad, to make love with the lights off feeling each others bodies like a blind person reads braille, learning every inch by touch and taste and scent..but the first time I'd want to see."
He is quiet for a long time then slowly sounding confused as they reache the gates he speaks "Candles." She glances at him questioningly and he explains,"I...she...liked Candles," He is still looking and sounding too confused. "We had candles all over the house...." He says softly. "Those little scented ones, you know made the whole house smell like...something. She was obsessed with the damn things...I hated them...they made my eyes water, and I sneezed all the time...but she loved em."
"Candles are sort of nice..I have a bit of a fear of fire though."
He looks at her, regaining some of the present state of mind. "Why?"
She pauses uneasily,"Barn burned up when I was a kid..."
"oh," He says, slowly looking at her. "I'm sorry,"
"No, it's alright. Just gave me an aversion to fire. Like I have one to guns."
He nods. "I get that," He said looking down again. "Guns and me never mixed, which pissed my Dad off," He squeezes his eyes shut biting his bottom lip at the memory of his father and the hospital he just stopped dead. "I should go..."
She looks at him, starting to say something then just nods softly,"I'll see you around." Disappointed
He nodded. "yeah, maybe you will." He says slowly. "I'll leave you alone now."
And for some reason she can't phantom, this strikes her like a knife through the heart,"Why?"
"You don't want me around, and...its I..." He stammers, unable to get it out. "Cross you off," He says, hunching his shoulders, he is coming apart that's why, he is loosing himself to her, and he can't do that, he needs his shields because they make him strong, no one can hurt him when he was strong
"What if I do want you around?" she asks softly, suddenly.
He blinks, looking confused, haggered, worn out. "You don't," He states bluntly but she's not willing to let this go, whatever it is, that easily.
"Are you me? How do you know what I want?"
"you're breaking me," there he's said t it and he feels about a million times worse now, like he's been run over, like he can feel all the pain, of everyone he's ever hurt, of the two people he'd killed. He's shaking, falling apart quicker then he can think, and the hurt in her eyes is making him crumble that much faster. She stares at him, not sure what to say to that. What can she say? She's too proud to beg, not even sure what she's begging for other than for him to not shut her out. He drags his fingers through his hair trying to pull himself together. "Fuck...fuck...sorry shouldn't of said that!" He blurts out quickly. "I'm sorry,"
"No, it's okay. You gotta do what's right for you," she replies softly, turning and starting to walk away, because it's all she can do.
He watches her go then slowly uncertainly he lets his back hit the wall behind him and crumples to the ground. No cell phone he hates the damn things, he is sure if he had one people would be keeping tabs on him. He groans, digging his fingers into his scalp and pulling on clumps of hair hard. He is falling apart loosing his grip on who he is, loosing his hold on his own mind he presses his face into his knees trying to get control of himself, try to suppress the memories, trying to keep himself locked down, ignore the words in his head.
Ollie blinks back tears, a little surprised when she reaches up and brushes them away. They burn like acid and she hasn't cried in so long, in all of her adult life, that they seem impossible. She digs her cell out and tries Onyx's number, then Paul's, finally Jac's, trying to pull herself together.
Jac answers on the third or forth ring. "Hello?"
"Hey Jac, uh...can I get a ride?' she asks, surprised at how shaken she sounds. What the Hell is happening to her?
"Uh yeah, you okay?" he asks.
"No..I don't think I am," she says softly, sounding confused.
"Whats wrong?" He asks the sound of keys jingling. "And where are you?"
"Uh..down by the aquarium." she replies quietly "About three blocks south of the back gate.."
"Alright, I'll be there shortly." She terminates the call, lost in thought. And her thoughts take her to a particularly intense poem she once read she never thought would apply to her.
Dear Heartbroken,
Sometimes I wonder, if you still spend late nights Staying up thinking of me, making up rhymes Or other pathetic things to help pass the time
I wonder if you still think we weren't meant to part Telling everyone you meet how I broke your heart When you were nothing but deluded from the start
Sometimes I wonder, if you still like to play victim Connecting to sad songs, cursing my existence Thinking love could be won through insistence
But maybe I just wonder, why this point of view Is never given the credit it's due When so many people suffer to get through
But forgive me for whining, you do more than enough I'm just writing to say, that sometimes it's rough To be honest, blunt, and have to get tough
I'm sure that you wonder, why I was always so tense But being around you was all a fake pretense And you're just not for me, in all my defense
Love forever,
Your Heartbreaker
FTB
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Post by onitamago on Feb 19, 2010 22:27:52 GMT -5
Section One;Part Five: The Letter Sensei hasn't yelled or screamed at me since that night. She hasn't been the same since last week's Animosity. Something was very suspicious indeed. As I walked out of the apartment to take a quick smoke break, I also decided to check the mail for her as well. I decided to be nice for once, but I sure as hell am not one of those goody two shoes people. Hell no. I may be an ass and not as intelligent, but I am not stupid like my parents were back in the day. As I walked down the stairs to the first floor, thoughts began to cloud my mind. Despite the fact I just want to forget everything that has happened back in the day and not talk about it, it was coming back to me, especially the thoughts about Keisha. As I thought for a moment, I ended up shaking it off. I just want to forget all about it and move on. I finally arrived at the mailboxes at the bottom floor and used the key to open Sensei's mailbox. I grabbed the mail and looked through everything. One bill, mostly junk mail and what was this? It was some strange letter in some foreign writing. It looked like Japanese writing. Sadly, I couldn't tell who it was addressed to. I've never had much experience in the Japanese language or learned about it from my parents. Only my sensei had taught me a little about the culture. I didn't know much until I met her. After examining the letter for a moment, I decided to make like a tree and take it back to the apartment.*~*~*~*~* I arrived home early from the Shikagami Dojo. My mind was on a lot of things since that night Mr. Echkhard broke up the fight between me and Nikko. Am I really training Nikko poorly? I guess that explains why he hasn't been cooperating with me. The moment I walked up the stairs to my apartment, I bumped into my pupil, who had my mail. "I just got your mail, Sensei." Nikko said as he glanced at a certain letter that was in Japanese. "Sensei? Do you know who this is for?" I took the letter from him and examined it for a moment. At first, I was hoping that the letter would be from Ayame since it was addressed to me. As I looked at the name on the return address, it caught me by surprise. Toshihiko Shikagami? My oto-san? Why the hell would he send me a letter? We've never had a relationship, not since my oka-san left him when I was a small child. I fell silent for a moment. I was frozen in a block of ice for a moment there and no one couldn't free me. "Sensei?" Nikko arched an eyebrow as he snapped his fingers close to my face. "Hello? Sensei?" I finally snapped out of it as I swatted his hand away from my face and turned to face him. "First off, don't do that again and second, this letter is from my father which I'm surprised that he has the guts to actually send me a letter." Nikko glanced at it one more time with slight confusion before I opened the door to my apartment and entered. After setting my things on the ground, I plopped down on the couch. I stared at the letter once again before opening it. Maybe he's just sending me a threat letter, but then again, we haven't said one word to each other for about twenty years now. I was thirteen when I immigrated to the US as well as seeing my oto-san's face. Hell, I don't even remember what he looks like. It makes me wonder why he would send me a letter. Nikko sat down next to me as I opened up the letter. "So... what does it say, Sensei? It's not like I can read this gobbly guk." Nikko asked as he hovered over my shoulder, looking at the note as I was starting to unfold it. "Do you mind? And it's not 'gobbly guk', it's Japanese writing." I responded as I pushed him back. As Nikko left the room, I continued to unfold the letter. Inside the letter was a picture that he had also sent me. I examined the picture. I wasn't sure who those people were at first that he had sent me. Was this some kind of joke he was playing? I am not laughing. The note he had sent me was in Japanese. So I read it out loud to myself, I did translate it to the English language. It was also brought a surprised look to my face. Dearest Daughter, I just want to say that I am proud of you for going far in your life. I also want to apologize for never being around and supporting you in the past, but I would like to in the future. I also want to let you know that I love you very much and hopefully someday, we can have an actual relationship.I miss you very much. If your wondering about the picture I have sent, it's a picture of me, your new step-mother, Magumi and two twin step-sisters, Yuki and Satomi. Magumi and I have been married for about four years now. I have also given you my number if you ever want to call me sometime to see what's been going on. You make me proud.Love, Father At the end was the phone number he gave me. After I read it, it brought tears to my eyes. It was like a light was shining within. The corrupted father finally shines a light of hope. The empress might have hope to find that light as well. She reunites with the light and the holy tears brings life upon the ruins of the empire. Eventually, that empire will rise again.*~*~*~*~* I chilled in the spare room for a moment and talked on the phone with Alphonse. It's been several weeks since we last talked. Alphonse was talking about how he is majoring in culinary arts to become a chef. Unlike me where I can't even hard boil an egg so that's why Sensei ends up cooking all of the meals. I knew he was going to be a great chef. Before moving to San Diego, he would cook up some of the best dishes when I crashed at his place for a bit. We even joked around a little bit as well. "That's cool. At least you can cook, I can't even cook eggs. All I know is that the other day, I had to clean up the kitchen as punishment." I said with a chuckle over the phone as well as cracking jokes. Alphonse couldn't help but chuckle a little bit as well. "Wow, Nikko, you're so bad." He chuckled after saying that and then I joined in with him. As I talked on the phone, I was also making myself more comfortable on the bed. "Please, like you were a goody two-shoes. You've pulled pranks too. I wasn't the only one." "Yeah, but they weren't as bad. I remember back in junior high when a kid threw two pickles at you and you ended up punching him in the face. That got you suspended for a week. Oh, let's not forget when you put a whoopee cushion on Ms. Andrews' chair and when she sat down, it sounded like she broke a wind and all of the kids started laughing. Didn't you get expelled from that school?" I scoffed as he asked me that question. Yeah, I was a bad person back in junior high but I wasn't going to let it get to me. That was years ago when I used to pull my share of pranks and get into many eighth grade fights. "I was at borderline of it but in the end, I didn't. Then again, my parents were too stupid to even punish me. They didn't really care if I got poor grades either. I would even show my mother my report card and she would yell at me to get it out of her face. Luckily, I brought my grades up later on. So I had pretty much two Cs, one A and that was in PE and then brought my Fs up to Ds." We continued to talk for a bit and update on a few things on life until Alphonse had to get back to studying on his recipes. His homework for the week was to prepare a new dish. After I ended the phone call, I walked out of the spare room to see what Sensei was up to. This week is big for me. It is the week of Corrupted Dreams. I was hoping Sensei would travel to Denver with me and watch me in action like she always did. Last week, she just left and that was when I won my match against Oleander White. She did seem upset that night as well. It was an emotional moment, even I was starting to get a strange feeling which usually never happens to me. I felt a knot in my stomach. Sensei was sitting at the table near the small kitchen still looking at the letter she got from her father as well as a small picture which looked liked her new family. Sensei was lost in a moment of thought as if she were in her own little fantasy world. Then again to her, it wouldn't really be a world of fantasy. It would be more like a world of misery. As I came to the table, Sensei turned to face me. "This week is the big week, Sensei. It's the week of Corrupted Dreams. Looks like we should get packing if we're both going to Denver." When I was about to go into more detail about it, she started to interrupt me and got up from her seat. "I'm afraid I cannot go with you to Denver." She responded as she set the letter down on the table right beside the family photo. I had that puzzled look on my face. "I have to confront my father..." "What for?" I began to question her in a sharp tone of voice. "You're fucking kidding me, right?" Sensei gave me a stern glare as if I were a small bug that she was getting ready to squish. I guess it was really important if she confronted her father. She took a step towards me and pulled me by the shirt for a moment before she released me. "I haven't seen or spoken with my oto-san for about twenty years now. I've never... really had a relationship with him. It's important I reunite with him and finally have a relationship before he leaves this world. It seems like he really has changed for the better if he really wants to actually have a relationship with me. Looks like I will be traveling to Tokyo... to see my father."*~*~*~*~* The camera turned to Nikko TaDa who is in an empty apartment as he is also live on web cam. He seems pretty confident about everything. After he adjusted the web cam a little bit, he begins to talk. A pat on the back for me for being victorious on my match last week. Such amusement that Jack Goddard got a cheap victory in his match from his fuck partner, French Montana as well as Jake Norton. I do admit that I would give Norton props just for taking care of Livewire. Livewire, two words for you; Sweet. Revenge. Goddard's win may have been a mere freebie as well as Mr. Echkhard being on his side, but once Norton dragged you to do shit to you, I actually smiled. Abracadabra, your act is over, Livewire. Your time to shine has been crushed into a million pieces. As for you, Montana, seeing how you magically pop out in the middle of matches like some sort of magic act to give away cheap wins like you did to Goddard really makes you look like a fool. He smirks with such amusement as he leans back in his chair and resumes. Now we move on to who I am facing this week at Corrupted Dreams. Well surprise surprise, behind curtain number one is the opponent I defeated last week at Animosity, Sweet Cheeks. It's so nice that we meet again, White. It looks like you haven't changed at all since you keep blabbing on about your worthless fairy tales. Yeah yeah, the same old fucking stuff that will just put us all the sleep, even the fans. You still can't even acknowledge your opponents. We've heard enough fairy tales about you and your fuck buddy, Billy Tallant. You just put me to sleep right here. Yes, we all know he's in love with you. Blah blah blah. Well look here, Sweet Cheeks, at Corrupted Dreams we'll dance and maybe I'll drop you on your head so you can finally wake up from La La Land. You can be going on about your bogus stories and throw cheap comebacks as if your were like a total five year old, but let me tell you something, Sweet Cheeks, you won't last long here. There's a big difference between reality and fantasy. If you want to tell boring stories, go tell them at a some fancy British party with mindless chatter and you can go meet the Queen of England. You're once again in the world of True Glory Wrestling where the only talk that goes on here is shit talk. You have once again buried yourself into a deep hole where no one will come to save you. There is no turning back now. You will just go deeper and deeper into that hole. Once he said that, his smirk then becomes a serious look as he faces more towards the webcam and he leans forward to make himself more comfortable. Now we move on to behind curtain number two who is Bull Kegan. Yeah, so he's a talented wrestler who is at the top as well as his brothers, bull fucking shit. Look here, Kegan, you and your brothers are not the only ones who eat, sleep and breathe TGW. We all want to get to the top. You act like you rule everyone, but you don't. Everyone has a weakness within. Sure you may have had your little pity parties about David Cage or you past lover but you see, Kegan, that was then, this is now. Such pity that Jack Goddard defeated you last week as well as Molotov and Livewire, cheap but epic at the same time. Now that really showed that you are not the only one that's at the top of the food chain. Not just you but your brothers as well. Kegan, you basically blew your shot for the World Title. It will all change for you at Corrupted Dreams. Believe me. You will go from a hero to a zero. You and Sweet Cheeks here are just throwing yourselves into a fiery pit. That fire will eat you both alive because this week at Corrupted Dreams, that light that shines within will go out. This will be your worst nightmares yet, because your both are in for a world of hell. Once that was all said, he gets up from his chair and ends the web cam session. The screen fades to black.
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