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Post by SORAbear on Mar 20, 2010 2:16:19 GMT -5
Ignorance is bliss. She stared at Kakashi, unphased by her father's brother's comment. As if that neko-boy could understand... "Well?" she said, voice a raspy whisper. "Id like to know why."
A slow sigh fled Kiba's lungs. He too was a little upset by how angry Yuki had just been. He understood why she was extremely pissed by the whole hospital thing, but couldn't she at least be more grateful? That was one thing he couldn't wrap his head around: the purple-haired ninja's inability to thank people correctly for saving her ass.
She sighed deeply. "Look, I'm sorry, alright?" she mumbled, glaring sadly at her lap with a seemingly hurt expression.
But Kiba didn't care. "As if it matters! You don't mean it! All you do is seek out death and drag others into it!" he howled, his ferocity forcing Yuki to lean a little in Kakashi's direction and bob back into place.
And the thing is, he was right about the last part. But not the first.
"Im sorry about everything! I'm sorry about us; I'm sorry about being such a stressed out and depressed kid; i'm sorry about dragging you in; I'm sorry abou EVERYHING!! okay?!" She cranes her head a little to gaze hatefully at the boy, feeling incompetent and stupid but like it was worth a try to prove a point of her own. "Im so fucking sorry i came here!" And with that, ignoring everything completely, the pushed Akamaru off and tore away the blankets, crawling out and pushing herself to her feet.
As soon as she stood, all the pain pulsed intensly. She faultered a little, stumbling into the doorway, limping passed old pictures hanging on the wall. 'Whatever... I don't want to be here anymore. All I can do is fuck up, fight with everyone, get my ass kicked, and wallow in my death-seeking thoughts. I hate my life... I know that it's my fault it sucks. My whole family was destroyed... I was...'somethinged' at the hospital when I first got here... I'm not making any fucking sense. Why couldn't he have just let me die?!' Although she didn't know it, she was actually crying. That wasn't somehing she liked to do. Ever.
Somehow, she made it to the front door, only to be grabbed harshly and shoved into the wall beside it. A coat rack hook dug in between two ribs in her bag. One word rang through her mind: ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! She caught a glimpse of silver as she blinked through watery eyes.
It was her old man.
And he was hurt and pissed. And it was painfully obvious.
Yuki struggled against his grip, feeling the hook dig in deeper. 'Fuck! That hurts! Dammit! Let me go. Why are you wasting your time?! Just lemme go!' Utter desperation. She wanted out. She wanted to go curl up in her faveorite spot and watch everything pass by untill some rogue ninja decided to come along and kill her for no reason. O.o <--her mental face.
--- sorry for the emo-ness. Most o how she feels is kinda how I feel right now so...yeah ---
"What?!" she snapped defensively, trying to hide her tears, trying to hide everything.
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Post by opasars on Mar 20, 2010 14:55:45 GMT -5
But it wasn't Kakashi she was seeing. The pain and tears were fogging her vision and her frantic thoughts were running in circles so she couldn't see that it wasn't the man who took care of her - he probably would have known that he was digging her back into a hook.
It was Vell. It wasn't Kakashi. But she got the expression about right.
"Just listen to me for one measly second," he hissed, finding the struggling younger girl no real challenge to keep in one place, though she was squirming. "Kakashi wouldn't have taken you in just because he felt like it, okay? You've got a good life here. With Kakashi taking care of you...and all your friends...Kiba nearly tore my face off when he found out I'd taken you to the hospital instead of Tsunade. Then Kakashi came in afterwards and pretty much did the same thing."
The silver haired teen glared down at Yuki, who was glaring at the ground with tear-filled eyes. 'What is this girl? Why does Kakashi...she's just like me but he still let her....'
"...Quit thinking you're a burden on everybody. Kakashi obviously thinks pretty good of you. You won't be doing him a favor by leaving. Besides that, you're hurt. You scared off Kugomi and Naruto so don't screw up again and scare everybody who cares about you away."
'Aren't I the hypocrite....'
His anger a distant memory, he slowly let go of his neice and backed against the opposite wall, making it clear that she could stay or go without any trouble from him.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 20, 2010 22:29:41 GMT -5
Yuki lifted her head, just staring, tears still falling and the pain still pulsing, though she ignored it. "Why are you--" As she pulled away from the hook, her sentence strangled into nothingness, pain exploded in between her ribs. It hurt so terribly, she couldn't speak. Somehow, her hand found it's way to the wound. Her fingertips met a sticky wetness. And her eyes widened profusely. 'Not again...' She drew her hand up and stared at the blood drenching her skin.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she mumbled, her voice being a strangled crack. There was nothing that she could do. Collapsing into the door, she held the minor injury, not sure what to say or think.
'How the fuck did it stab me?!?! And why was HE of all people telling me that? Why in the hell does he have a point? And...did...Kiba really do that? Oh man... My fucking back hurts. Burden? Scared off Baruto and Kugomi?' Pushing the pain to tge deepest, darkest corners of her mind, she focused on a distinct concept. "But...I am a burden. All I seem to be able to do is fuck everything up even though I try to do something right... Whoever said that 'if at first you don't succeed, try try again' was a fucking moron. I've tried and tried and tried my hardest to at least make ramen correctly. I can't even do simple shit! Plus, I just get in the way. And on top of that... I'm a monster." Each word was a broken crack.
'Is there any point in explaining?' Her hand fluttered to her chest when she realized that she was holding her breath, blood smearing across the pale navy blue hospital shirt she had been wearing still. The bandages and gauze pads were heavily layered, tightened around her arms, legs, torso, and face as if having no pressure would lead to her death. It was like... contriction. Exhaling deeply, she slid down the smooth mahogony and curled her arms around her knees.
'Fuck the pain, fuck the blood. I'm scared.' She blinked once as she stared wide-eyed at nothing in particular, wishing that she could form words to thank everyone. 'Kiba, Dad, Hina, Shino, Naruto, Kugomi....and even Vell. He saved my life at least two times... Kiba's just... I gotta thank them all.'
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Post by opasars on Mar 21, 2010 10:34:41 GMT -5
Vell stared down at the wounded girl, curling herself up in a ball of pain, trying to block out anything and everything.
"...A monster who just screws up is better than a REAL monster...driving everybody away 'cause he's selfish...just 'cause he doesn't want to die...."
There was fire in Vell's bandaged left eye and he put his hand over it so hopefully Yuki wouldn't see the sickly yellow glow.
He gnashed his teeth against the growing burn pumping hot flame through the cursed black veins. "Don't count yourself out just yet, you stupid girl." There was barely a hint of affection in his insult but that was enough to make the shinigami wide awake. The silver haired teen barely showed it. He trembled slightly and didn't move - as if he were straining against an invisible weight bearing down on him.
Just then the people who were a moment ago in Yuki's room appeared at the top of the stairs - Shino, Kiba, Akamaru, Hinata, and lastly Kakashi. Vell didn't look at them.
"She's bleeding again. That's my fault. But I don't recommend coming at me like last time, Kiba," he growled.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 21, 2010 12:35:40 GMT -5
The anger in Kiba's glare wasn't really related to Vell. It was more focused on the purple-haired girl with wide eyes, curled into the fetal position, hanging onto herself because she was scared. Just as he was about to force something out of his mouth, he was interrupted.
"A monster is a monster no matter how you put it, dickhead," she mumbled confusedly, one foot in tge semi-sane department, one foot in the partially psychotic department. Yuki continued to ignore bloody ache blossoming between her ribs, wondering why her body kept her on the ground. She wanted to stand and walk around and NOT feel insane. She wanted to thank everyone, even Vell, for taking care of her. Most of all, above all else, she wanted to be forgiven. But her damn body was just not cooperating.
'Yeah, thanks for interrupting,' the tanned Inuzuka boy thought bitterly. He disregarded the coppery scent of blood, the very-true comment from Yuki, the way she sat, her expression... He shrugged everything off. Just because she was scared and bleeding for whatever reason didn't mean that he had to apologize to her and feel all affectionate. 'Fuck no.' So he just stood there, at the bottom of the stairs, glaring daggers at nothing particular, clenching and unclenching his fists periodically.
"If looks could kill, i'm pretty sure you take the cake, Mutt-face," Yuki muttered, glancing at him through peripheral vision. As she did so, his thoughts instantly battered her brain. His own head was full of so many warring emotions and the need to hit something and possibly kill it that a new pulsating pain echoed throughout her mind. 'Dammit! Agh! You stupid fuck! How the hell dis you---Oh.' And then she remembered her kekke genkai. Her hands flew to the sides of her skull, covering the ears and making rough massage-like motions to soothe...
That got Kiba's attention. "What sid you say?" he growled, turning his blistering gaze onto the girl a few yards away.
"Hm. They're fighting again. Don't want to be around when it gets physical." Shino adjusted his glasses boredly and worked his way around the group, stoicly rushing to the back door. Sliding it open, he left. Just like that. Leaving everyone to wonder in a 'what the fuck' kind of manner.
Hinata grunted in that irritatingly cute way, biting down on a nail. It was like she got a kick out of how much this situation was like her faveorite soap opera. The one Yuki had to watch every time before they trained together. Pretty muh every day. Even though the overly-shy stalker wasn't really the type to get all worked up over this situation.
"I hope you're happy, Yuki." Kiba's voice was harsh and very rough, making it seem as though he was on the verge of doing something drastic. But the girl's deep and sad parts came out instead of a pissy and fuck-you part.
"Happy? What reason could I possibly have to be happy when all I am is a monster that can't stop fucking up, that scares people away, that endangers lives?" Now she was looking directly at the small cluster of people at the mouth of the stairwell, a hurt glint in her eye. Who knew that she could be so...so...like this? "I have reasons to be grateful. But happy? There's something horribly wrong with you if you think I'm happy."
"I see you still have that one-track mind of yours," Kakashi inquired, an unintentional hint of affection in his voice. So he instantly tried to correct himself. "Grateful for what?"
'One-track mind...?'
All traces of surprise and vulnerability seemed to melt away as she stared at the group, trying to force herself into standing like a normal person. She removed her hands from her head, letting them curl around her stomach as she focused on trying to answer that question. Nothing was really making sense. But still she thought. "I-I'm grateful for you guys taking care of me...and--"
Kiba dropped to a crouch, staring at Akamaru as he pranced over to Yuki. He was confused now. First, she was angry, second she was leaving, third she was bleeding, fourth she was scared, and now she was just blank even though her voice was clearly contradicting that. Maybe confused wasn't the right word? More like shocked, stupified and lost. Typical of him. He noticed how his dog partner rolled over and wagged his tail with glee every time he saw Yuki, even when she was injured. He noticed how he enjoyed her light, feathery touch. He noticed how he whined happily as she scratched his belly and glanced breifly at him.
Maybe he shouldn't have yelled, maybe he shouldn't have been so stupid.
"Youre right, Mutt-face. You shouldn't have been like that."
"Who are you to talk?"
"Im just saying. I have my faults too. And I realized and admitted my mistakes. You have not," she said, a hint of sarcastic anger. She was slowly returning to normal. If there's such a thing as normal...
Kiba scowled.
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Post by opasars on Mar 21, 2010 12:58:13 GMT -5
"If you really scare people away why are so many of them trying to comfort you, moron?" Vell closed his other eye, hand still over his cursed one, not expecting an answer to that. "It's none of my business anyway...."
Kakashi glanced briefly at his younger brother. 'Was he really trying to help her?' From the way Vell was struggling to look as unfriendly as possible to avoid anyone's worry he guessed that it was so.
The silver haired teen let out a slow sigh and let his arm drop to his side. "Go hobble back up to your room. I think you'll rest better there than sitting there like a lost little kid." He scowled, turning to Kiba and Hinata. "Is there any exact time that you'll get out of our house?" he hissed.
"They're guests, Vell, they can stay as they like," Kakashi reminded him.
He scoffed. "Bunch of snot-nosed little...." He pushed past Hinata and Kiba to go to the living room where his bed was set up on the couch. Kakashi felt a small stab of guilt. When he'd adopted Yuki, he'd given her Vell's old room. It must've been frustrating for him to see it covered in such girlish print like that.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 21, 2010 14:12:12 GMT -5
"My definition of many is different than yours!" Yuki called after her uncle, who was starting to seem more like an older brother than an uncle. That kind of annoyed her, but she could deal. She shifted her gaze onto Kakashi. "Girlish? Tch. What do you take me for? Sakura? Ha. My room is black and purple with swords and shit everywhere. Not 'girlishness.'"
A smooth chuckle. Yuki narrowed her eyes and, without much effort, stood wobbly. A feeling of accomplishment rushed over her, completely enveloping her with a new layer of confidence. But she still needed some support so she leaned into the wall, hitting it with a loud thump. The exploding pain from before just got worse.
"Oh fuck! Ow!" she yelled insinctively, jerking away and falling over with her hands plastered to the ever bleeding injury. "Ow! Dammit ow!"
Kiba set his jaw and tried as hard as ninja-ly possible to not do anything. Even though he was mad at her, he still felt the need to help. But--
"I don't need your help anyway." Before he knew it, Yuki was limping by with a hand at the bleeding wound and another clutching the wall. "Man I hate stairs..."
She mean-mugged the stairs, tracing every out-line with her bi-colored eyes. Everything about stairs pissed her off. But if you lived on the eigth floor apartment level and had no elevator, just fourteen-step flights of stairs, wouldn't you hate them too? Plus, her room was on the second floor of the apartment. She continued analyzing, wanting so desperately to just move into a different apartment-- like number 142 on level three. It was open and there weren't very many stairs and it was relatively cheap and in her opinion it was better than this one... She growled. And Kakashi knew.
"No. We're not moving," he said smugly, giving her at least a push up the stairs verbally.
"Damn..." And she inched her way onto the first horrible step, wincing the injury stretched.
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Post by opasars on Mar 21, 2010 22:35:16 GMT -5
Vell sat on the couch but didn't bother getting comfortable. Not with outsiders there. He sat there with his arms crossed, slouched, ears twitching from annoyance so much that they poked out of his hair like aggitated birds flapping. He couldn't stand it. People were here, standing around, taking up space, preventing him from doing anything personal.
'And that little mind-reader...if you're listening to my thoughts right now, know this - poke into my head at random like you might do and I'll claw your face in! Stay the fuck OUT of my head.'
"She can read minds...?"
Vell tensed. 'STFU. She'd better not be listening.'
"What, you don't want her to know about me? But it would justify your pissy attitude with your only niece," Amida cooed sarcastically.
The silver haired teen ignored the shinigami as best as he could and shrank into the couch, wanting desperately to be sucked into it forever. 'PLEASE stop?!'
A silky chuckle. "Never."
"Grr...." Vell curled up on the couch and tried to go to sleep to fend off the deep, annoying voice pounding against his skull.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 21, 2010 23:27:55 GMT -5
"Ugh. Dad?" The first time she's used that word in a while... It's been so long since she was on Team 7.
"Yeah?" An affectionate chuckle from the silver-haired man.
Getting close to a year now. But of course, she was horrible at distinguishing long amounts of time from short amounts of time. So in all actuallity, she couldve switched a few months ago. She was replaced by Amaya on June Eleventh. Maybe. She isn't all that great with months either. Well, not really replaced. More like gave up her spot on Seven and switched to Eight.
~*~*~ "Lord Hokage-sama?" Yuki asked softly, seated on a fluffy cushion before Konohagakure's leader. Beside her sat a short, purple-and-black haired girl wearing a black scarf. This new girl had five black markings on each side of her slightly tanned face, resembling Naruto's whisker marks, and her eyes were a demonized purple. The marks only made her look even more scary. Eh. More like creepy.
"Hai, Kusanagi-chan?" said the old man adorned in satin white robes and a red pointy hat.
"If it is possible, may I give up my place on Team Seven and switch to Team Eight?" she questioned politely, sure to add a professional smile.
It's not like she wanted to leave Kakashi alone with the Three Stooges. She was just doing the new-comer a favor and switching to Kiba's team. When she thought about it, it was like killing two birds with one stone- take care of another person's needs and her own.
The old man grunted but smiled smoothely. "And why is it that you want to switch?"
"Chiyoye Amaya-san wants to train under my father. And my partner in crime is on Team Eight. I thought it would be a nice thing to do." And now that she thought it over again, she was being somewhat selfish.
"Its alright with me. But have you spoken to Kakashi about this?"
"No, sir. I keep forgetting. Shall I notify him of of this now?" Yuki was always good at certain formalities.
"No, no. I can do that. You are dismissed, Yuki." The first time that old man had ever used her first name. ~*~*~
That was the day she switched. And after she had gotten home, putting on a scary movie, she curled up in a ball on the couch (it was before Vell came around) next to Kakashi. He glanced at her for a moment and she said, 'Dad, why do you cover your face?' It was such an abstract question. Even now she wondered why the hell she said it.
"Could you help me up the stairs?" Yuki threw a pleading look over her shoulder at the man who adopted her, waiting for a response.
"Get Kiba to do it," Kakashi said in that tone he almost always spoke in. "Might wanna put some new bandages on. You're bleeding pretty bad."
'Did I really forget about that?' Come to think of it, she couldn't even feel the pain anymore. Odd. She blinked a few times and glanced at her little Mutt-face, quirking a used-to-be albino blond eyebrow. All he did was quirk his own eyebrow in return, mocking her.
"If you don't help me up these stairs I'll kill you," Yuki growled. Her face held its composure though her voicewas dripping with venom. "And I'm not kidding." Of course she was. She couldn't kill her mate-for-life. Especially because she loved him. It may not seem like it but she does. A lot.
Kiba rolled his eyes and rose to stand, Akamaru squirming around in the front of his dirty sweatshirt. Yuki breathed in through her nose, judging how long ago or how recently he'd washed it. The scent was a faint esmelt-dog smell, growing stronger and stronger as the boy that wore it stepped closer to help her get up the stairs. Now she could tell. "Wash that damn thing. It's been at least a week since you've cleaned it. Or at least take it off before you touch me." She twitched. He was only a foot away.
"Whatever," he grumbled, slipping an arm behind her knees and pushing to make her fall back so that he could carry her up the staircase in the bridal style. It'd be so much easier than taking any other course of action.
"Touch her anywhere else and you're dead," said Kakashi, smiling cruelly under his breath.
Yuki shook her head as Kiba strolled up the stairs, analyzing the boy's creased-from-thinking-and-concentrating forehead. In no time, she found herself being set down gently in her bed. He turned and left her alone in her room.
She sighed and crossed her arms behind her head, ignoring the blood soaking into the blankets. Deep in thought, herself. Sleep soon overcame her.
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Post by opasars on Mar 22, 2010 12:16:55 GMT -5
It was morning now. Early morning. And a hushed arguement downstairs was taking place between brothers that made Yuki stir into a slow wake.
"Why do I have to stay here all day?" It was Vell. Pissed, as usual.
"Shh!" Kakashi hissed. "Yu-Yu's still asleep. But I have to leave on a mission and since you're available I want to to keep an eye on her while I'm gone."
"What? The kid's old enough to take care of herself. She doesn't need to be babysat by the 'Dickhead'."
"Are you still grumbling about that?"
"It'd be nice if she didn't call me that every time she addressed me." A shuffling of feet. Vell was trudging into the kitchen. "I'm not going to stay inside all day to watch Little Miss Mouth while you go enjoy yourself on a mission."
"Vell, all I want you to do is make sure that she stays in bed and gets more rest. Get her anything she needs."
"Careful, Kakashi, your motherly instincts are kicking in," Vell jeered spitefully.
A pause. "Are you jealous of Yuki?"
A slam. "FUCK NO!!"
"Be quiet! You probably already woke her up."
There was the sound of pieces of glass dropping on the floor, some shattering more on their way down. "Shit, stupid bowl...why the hell do you have glass bowls? Last time I was here they were all plastic."
"Last time you were here, you were six years old, and tore apart anything valuable I had."
"Don't you have a mission to get to, funny-guy?"
Kakashi laughed the sound of him hitting Vell's shoulder heartily could be heard, making his younger brother cough out his breath. "Please don't give her too much grief."
"Tell that to her."
The front door closed after two minutes. There was a light laugh a little afterwards and glass tinkled together. He must've been cleaning up his mess.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 22, 2010 13:40:05 GMT -5
Exhausted, she opened her eyes, too tired to yell down an insult to her uncle. But not tired enough to not get up. With a shaky sigh, she rolled out of the tangle of blankets slowly, rising wobbly to her feet. She noticed that her bedroom door was open already. 'Lucky me,' she thought, hobbling across the room and out into the hall.
"Fuckin' stairs..." Placing one foot down on the top step, Yuki proceeded to make her way down. The amount of noise her adoptive father and uncle were making had awoken her. Fortunately, the rude awakening hadnit put her in a killer mood. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she stopped to hold onto a picture-fied wall, glancing them over.
But her attention was mainly drawn to the only white-framed image in the exact middle of the mess. It was of her and Kakashi, Kiba and Akamaru, and Vell. 'Family photo?' she thought amusedly, unsure of how to feel about the picture. They were scrunched together in an odd jumble. Kiba had his arms around her waist, hugging her sideways, a fanged grin on his face. Akamaru had a paw on her shoulder as he stuck out of his partner's sweatshirt, his tongue lolling happily. Yuki was smiling brightly, positioned between Vell and Kiba, an arm around the Inuzuka's shoulders whilst the other was right up behind her uncle's head, two fingers poking up. Vell did not look thrilled at all. No sir. He stood between Yuki and Kakashi, glaring bitterly at the camera. His brother was smiling under his mask, a hand on his hip, an eye closed.
For a moment, she was surprised. "I wonder where my smile went." Her voice was hushed, understandable considering how she kinda forgot that she wasn't alone and it's been a while since she's looked at that infamous wall covered in dorky pictures of when she was six or seven.
Glass clinked in tge kitchen, drawing the girl out of that state of mind, alerting her that someone else was there. Being curious, she wandered away from the wall, stepping around the corner weakly. The bright flourescent lights of the kitchen blinded her for a moment. She thought she saw Kakashi. But as her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized that she was wrong. Instead of her father, she saw--
"Mornin', sir," she said.
--Vell. At first she wanted to yell at him for waking her up. But that would solve nothing. So she decided to be a little friendly. But she wasn't going to let him in behind her walls. No. Absolutely not. That horrible memory at the hospital was still firmly lodged in her brain. She's been thinking about it a lot lately...
It was the day she met Kiba and Hana and Tsume; the day that Kakashi took her in. But also the day that-- 'No! I don't want to think about it anymore! It hurts!' She shook her head to clear, trying very hard to focus on the here and now.
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked, smiling despite herself.
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Post by opasars on Mar 24, 2010 18:15:24 GMT -5
Vell seemed to jump at Yuki's sudden statement but wasn't startled enough to drop the broken pieces that were once a bowl. He gave her smiling face an odd look.
"Cleaning...shouldn't you be in bed?" He sort of regreted the attitude clear in his voice but was much too proud to take back anything he said to this girl. He didn't want to be the one that started an arguement. "Morning," he grumbled.
The silver haired teen walked over the the trashcan with his hands-full of broken porcelian, dumping them in and wiping his hands together. He had the urge to sweep up the smaller pieces but fought against it - he'd do it later when Yuki wasn't there.
"Still hurting?"
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 24, 2010 23:48:48 GMT -5
"Meh. Not really," she mumbled, slipping bast her sixteen-year-old uncle calmly, trying to get to the refridgerator. A pang of hunger echoed through her belly.
Now that she thought about it, her body didn't really hurt at all, except behind her knees and her back plus bruises. Other than that, she was fine. And as she mulled it over more, had the Kiba held her yesterday a factor in why two parts of her body were somewhat sore? She didn't really care enough to sit on it anymore.
Fluidly, she shot out an arm and closed her fingers around the handle. Almost instantly, pain pulsed like shockwaves throughout her upper arm. And for a moment, she shuddered, scrunching up her partially sweaty face, her arm shaking as she faultered. But she quickly recovered and yanked the door open. There wasn't much in there save for some take-out, rice milk, regular cows milk, butter, eggs, bread, and yogurt cups.
Yuki scoffed, scrutinizing the small packages of assorted yogurts. "Since when does anyone eat yogurt? Unless 'Kashi's dieting again..." Her brow quirked. Kakashi wasn't really the one to go on diets, even if he needed one. It was just...out of character. Not him. Her gaze flicked from the strawberry-banana flavored yogurt to Vell multiple times, a questioning glint hidden away.
Curious, not really knowing what yogurt was other than it's being diet food, she reached inside the cold food starage compartment and slid her delicate fingers around a cup of white chocolate & strawberry flavored yogurt. Wondering who in the hell came up with that hellish sounding taste. "Hope you don't mind, if it's yours. And even then I don't care," she said, tipping the container her uncle's way and stepping around him.
'Aren't you supposed to be nice?!' With a quiet sigh, she pulled open the drawer beside the stove. A motley assortment of silverware flashed in her eyes. A groan. She fished through the mess, finally whipping out a spoon suited for the job. The yogurt and eating utensil in hand, she wandered out of the kitchen, nodding her goodbye to the boy that saved her.
And on the way to her room, she passed that infamous wall. Back-tracking yet again, she spotted a picture of Vell when he was little, about three or four. A sly smile spread across her face. "I can tell you now, you look a lot better as a toddler." So snide. Snickering amusedly, not really trying to be mean or anything, she began her trek up the stairs.
Really, in all honesty, he looked healthier as a kid. Not nearly as damaged looking as he was now.
She gripped the railing lining the wall, wondering if there was a point to travelling up and down these weakening stairs. The emotion of annoyance soon flooded her face. Okay. NOW her body hurt immensly. Even more frustrated, forgetting that she wasn't wearing shoes and her toe was STILL swollen from when she stubbed it a few days earlier, she angrily kicked the middle step as hard as she could.
And damn. It hurt. Not just hurt. But it was fucking agonizing. "Fuck! Ouch! You know what, I'm installing a fucking elevator!" she screeched, hopping up and down on one foot while she blew cold breah on the burning, bleeding toe. "Oi! We have any bandages?!" she called, feeling like an absolute moron.
Leaping wobbly down the stairs, she sat down on the bottum most step and cradled her foot, placing her yogurt and spoon down beside her. "Fuck me sideways. That hurts. Me and my bright ass ideas..." she cursed at herself, fingering the purplish-black colored pain under the loose nail of her toe.
She sighed boredly, glancing off into space, realizing that a roll of bandages and tap had been tossed at her. Rolling her eyes, she stole it from her lap and eagerly began wrapping her foot.
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Post by opasars on Mar 25, 2010 22:48:45 GMT -5
Vell tucked away a comment when she'd said she was fine and almost killed herself opening the refridgrator door. It almost made him laugh as he snatched a spoon out of a drawer. 'If I didn't know any better I'd think she was a born Hatake.' He often remembered Kakashi coming home after having completed a mission, bloodied and bashed, nearly having a heart attack when anything came anywhere near touching his wounds.
His ears sneakily flicked back when he heard Yuki's confused voice.
"Since when does anyone eat yogurt? Unless 'Kashi's dieting again...."
The silver haired teen cursed under his breath. He knew he should have hid those. He resisted the urge to growl when he felt his niece giving him a raised-eyebrow look. "So I have a sweet tooth. Is that really any of your business?" he asked gruffly when she waved his favorite flavored yogurt in his face. And that was the last one. But he wouldn't degrade himself by insisting that she not eat it.
Vell had always had a weakness for sugar or caffeine. It was a nice buzz. Plus it tasted good. He wasn't ashamed of it if a late-shift general store clerk gave him weird looks when he bought candy bars at four in the morning. But he'd be seeing a lot of this...niece of his and for some reason he did not want her to look at him like a freak.
'Too late.'
She'd already left and was making her slow decent upstairs, cursing the whole way. 'Another Hatake trait?' he thought absently as he snatched a key lime yogurt out of the fridge and promptly sat on the counter to consume it.
"I can tell you now, you look a lot better as a toddler," came Yuki's smooth, sly comment from the stairs.
"Shut up...!" he grumbled, stuffing a spoonful of green limey dairy treat into his scowling mouth. He wondered what picture she was looking at. Hopefully Kakashi wasn't displaying the one where the older brother was pulling at his ears. He hated that picture. He made a note to find it and burn it. As soon as Yuki was--
"Fuck! Ouch!"
Vell ignored her yelling and finished off his yogurt bitterly. He couldn't enjoy a snack in peace? One measely moment of quiet? He smelled the blood before he heard her defeatedly ask for bandages and was already swiping a roll of gauze and bandaging tape from the cupboard.
"You always this klutzy or is it 'cause of the full moon?" he jeered meanly, tossing the first aid supplies at her. He bit his tongue before they hit her lap and cussed under his breath. "At least wear shoes before you decide to kick innocent inanimate objects, okay? And good luck on that elevator."
He left her wrapping her foot up to go to his couch-bed but stopped, tail lashing in his pant leg. 'I...should help her, shouldn't I?' The teen straightened and continued to the couch, plopping down almost defiantly and just sitting there. After only a minute he stood up and stalked over to Yuki, who was just carefully standing up.
"Look, you need any help?" he hissed, not meaning to be as angry as he sounded. He was more like frustrated. Why couldn't he just communicate normally like everyone else?
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 26, 2010 18:46:00 GMT -5
A silent nod. She didn't exactly wonder why he was offering. Maybe it was because she sucked horribly at fixing her own self up. Maybe he was just trying to win her over and then fuck her over like so many people of done before. Like Kuromaru...and Neji and Sasuke...and TenTen and even Ino. Everyone was just so hellbent on fucking up her already fucked up mess of a life. Yet, she still fell for it. All their lies, all their empty promises, all their bullshit.
'Getting defensive are we?' a cocky voice said at the back of her mind. She let out a soft growl, thinking it was an inward one. But she was wrong.
"Im only defensive because of that day, dammit..." she muttered in reply, forcing it to be nothing but a slightly detectable whisper. The silence went on between herself and her conscious. And she was more than just grateful. With a forced glance at her uncle, she accidently connected to his brain. She recognized a stream of suicidal thoughts. Almost immediately, she cut the link.
'He thinks it too... So I'm...not alone,' she thought, not realizig that her eyes were widening profusely. The pain wasn't even on her mind. Just the similar thoughts. 'I need to get away from him. Or I'll do something stupid and let him behind my walls...' Pulling away, the bandages still unfinished, Yuki scrambled around him, yogurt forgotten, stumbling towards the back door.
She blinked, the dryness instanly replaced by that much needed wetness. As she turned, staring blankly with a tinge of understanding, she suddenly realized that she was acting like an idiot. "What the fuck am I doing?" she mumbled, trying to figure out what the answer is. The bandages seemed to trail after her as she returned to the staircase, nudging Vell a little to let her walk up.
"I need to think. So don't be surprised if I decide to stay up there for the next few days. If you bother me, I'll rip your head off in the most brutal fashion," she said without emotion. She desperately hoped that he would listen. Cocking her head to the side, she gave him a pleading look. "Just PLEASE leave me alone..." her voice shook. She didn't know. Nor did she care. But even as she retreated to her room, she could feel herself grow wary of her current condition.
'What's become of me?' Nothing really was going the way she thought it would. Everything was so muddled. She was supposed to hate him. She WANTED to hate him. But he saved her life more than once. Not only that, but he was her uncle whether she wanted him to be or not. And she was indeed indepted to him. Plus, her entire personality was shifting. 'I can't associate with him at all. If the similarity between us makes me start to love him as the family i know him to be, then nothing will make sense. I know what I'll do. I just have to avoid and ignore unless Kakashi says otherwise. Kami-sama... Why is all this happening?'
A week ago, she had no idea who the boy was untill the odd silver hair caught her attention. And that conversation between her and Kakashi had triggured the recognition. 'I didn't know him. And everything after my near death experiance is starting to--' She felt something semi-heavy hit the back of her head. It didn't hurt but she could feel it. Whipping around, being at the doorway to her room, she glared defiantly at the boy downstairs.
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Post by opasars on Mar 26, 2010 19:41:19 GMT -5
Vell nodded once, as if self-assuring. But before he could move over to Yuki she let out a very quiet growl that made his ears twitch. 'The hell...?' He decided to ignore the gesture and deduced it as frustrated pain.
But as soon as he stepped up beside her, her eyes flashed to him, and they widened at something that wasn't there. Anger boiled up in him reflexively at that look. It was scared, alarmed, shocked. Panic seized him as she looked away as quickly as she'd glanced at him. 'What did she see? What does she know? DOES she know?' His brain was a whirlwind.
The silver haired teen just noticed that Yuki was limping away towards the back door as if in a hurry to get away. Vell just stood there staring after her. He felt like someone'd just slapped him in the face. Great. Now his only neice - the only niece he'd probably ever get - was running. From him. Wonderful. He was a little surprised when after a moment of silence she came hobbling back with her eyes downcast, pushing past him.
"I need to think. So don't be surprised if I decide to stay up there for the next few days. If you bother me, I'll rip your head off in the most brutal fashion," she said without emotion. He blinked up at her as she paused for a moment to look at him with pitiful eyes, like a frightened, lost child. "Just PLEASE leave me alone...."
Vell's mouth hung slightly open at her sudden request. What the hell had he done? What had he said? Did he do something to offend her somehow? He went over their conversation since she'd gotten up and couldn't for the life of him find anything significant.
'Why....'
In a fit of rage he picked up the roll of bandages at his feet and threw it at the back of her head as if it were a shuriken. It bounced off the back of her purple hair and rolled out down the steps back to his feet. Yuki turned around and glared at him as he stood defiantly on the first floor.
The words he wanted to say got caught in his throat. It was like everything he wanted to tell the purple haired girl was too much and was crowding too fast to say in his lungs. He stood there like an idiot, mouth opening and closing, still glaring. Yuki still glared at him expectantly like he was a moron.
"Gck...!" He turned on his heel, tail wanting so badly to lash. "Wrap your foot up better or you'll bleed to death 'cause of a stupid stubbed toe!" he shouted.
'That...was so stupid.'
He strode out of her sight nonetheless, trying to keep his back straight when all he wanted to do was crawl in hole and die.
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Post by SORAbear on Mar 28, 2010 16:59:26 GMT -5
'Why...' That seemingly hurt and disappointed question of Vell's rang deliberately throughout the sea of Yuki's mind.
"Because... all my life I've wanted someone--a friend, family member, anybody-- that I could relate to. Almost exactly. But I can't afford to let another person in..." she grumbled softly, sadly, knowing full well that he could hear. For a second, she was overwhelmed by depression. The worst part was, she didn't really know why. "And I'm sorry if I've hurt you..."
And with that, she whipped around and stumbled disgracefully into her room, collapsing in a huffing, broken heap at the foot of her bed. How much energy did it take to just look around, get up, and go down stairs? How much energy had it taken to pretend that she was okay? How much energy did she use to just talk?
She coughed harshly, clawing at the floorboards, pulling herself slowly to her bed. A sharp pain wormed its way into her eye. But she didn't care. At all. At least, not right now. She started remembering things. Like when she was five.
It was just a normal, calm, sandy day. A boy about twelve, with messy albino blond hair and bi-colored eyes, was standing in front of her, smiling brightly, touseling Yuki's hair/ He said something in a semi-happy, semi-monotonic voice about how their clan prided itself on tracking and concealing information and feelings extremely well. He told her that she had to be able to do all of that in order to protect others.
It hadn't made any sense to her at the time. But it never really made a difference whether she listened to him or not. She still ended up hiding things from those that were assumed close to her.
As Yuki crawled onto the blankets and pillows of her deformed bed, she curled up into a loose ball and sighed heavily. Never had she been so full of regret... 'What did I do to him?' She closed her eyes. She wanted so desperately to just scream and scream and scream all her frustrations out. It was definitely better than ripping her uncle's head off. >.<
So, she shut her eyes tighter and sucked in a breath, readying herself for the loud yell that would soon be echoeing through the entire apartment. All the sound built up and she finally let it out, her voice raspy and breaking. But she kept going. Her throat began to throb and her chest began to burn and heave. But she just kept on going. She didn't know that she was screaming out words.
"Why does this always fucking happen to me?! Someone always comes along and ruins everything!! I was doing perfectly fine. Just easily keeping everything to myself and blocking everyone out except for Kakashi and Kiba. And then he comes along and easily gets under my skin! God-fucking-dammit!!"
In a quieter voice, but still loud, she said, "He's family. I should WANT for him to be behind my walls. But we're too damn similar. It's too-- I'm not making any fucking sense!" After her mindless rant, she screamed again, feeling her lungs constrict. Nothing really came out. Just forced breath. She didn't care.
This was routine. If she was extremely pissed off or sad about something, she'd go to her room and blow off some steam by screaming as loud as possible, ignoring any pain that could find its way into her mind. And sometimes, this process would last for days, even weeks, at a time. She'd sit up in her room, no food or water, and scream the first day, cry the day after, and think intensely about everything for the following several days. It was a bizarre little routine. But in the end it always seemed to calm her down.
Slowly, after about an hour, she stopped. Unable to breathe. She sucked in raspy, pained, tired breaths, fearing that she might have an asthma attack. It never came. But an acidic fluid rushed up and forced her to bolt clumsily to the bathroom across the hall with a hand clamped over her mouth. The toilet was just right there. So close... Falling painfully to her knees, she pretty ,uch upchucked a lot of bile and blood. "What the hell?!"
That went on for a while. She didn't even move unless the disgusting liquids forced their way up. Only then would she tighten her grip on the toilet and basically connect herself to it. Pretty horrible. And gross. Her eyes widened momentarily as she spotted something shiny leaning against the wall. As if on cue, the vomit ceased to come out.
A mirror had caught her eye, the one that didn't hurt, and she tumbled over to it. And stared. Nothing rolled around in her brain. Just utter blankness.
Her reflection was worse than it's ever been before. Her right eye, the green one, was bloodshot and bleeding profusely. A gash ran along the side of her face from her temple to the corner of her eye to her cheek. "What the fuck happened to my face?!?!" she screeched angrily, searching relentlessly under the sink for her own personal first aid kit. Sure enough, it was there. Popping it open, she fished around for a thick gauz pad and some bandages or tape to keep it secured.
Slamming her fist down as hard as she could on the tile floor, she took in a seething breath, ignoring the pain in her eye and hand. All of the box's contents were strewn across the bathroom floor, forming a half-circle around the injured girl, who's reddened palm was plastered to a bloody eye.
"My fucking eye..." And she spotted the only adequate gauz pad. Tearing it from it's place off the ground, she ripped its wrappings off and shoved it harshly onto her eye. Applying pressure would help stop the bleeding...right?
She was falling apart, limb from limb, thought by though. Her brain grew less and less stable with each passing day. Now, she couldn't understand the significance of her memories. Nor could she really remember or recognize the people she used to know a long time ago. Like that boy... And her body was taking the brunt of her frustrations. In fights and in her thoughts.
--- Well someone sure is going crazy. I've felt that way before. So that's why I wrote it... >.<
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Post by opasars on Apr 11, 2010 16:20:58 GMT -5
"And I'm sorry if I've hurt you...."
Vell leaned against the wall seperating the stairs from the living room / kitchenette. He stared blankly at the window across from him. 'You can't. That's the beauty of it....' He closed his eyes and took a calm breath. "Beauty my ass."
A blood-curdling scream issued from Yuki's bedroom only moments later and his onyx eye widened, startled. "WHAT!" he hollered over the scream, up the stairs in a heartbeat. Was she attacked? Someone set a trap, or sent an assassin? Wouldn't put it past them if it was Kakashi they were talking about. He reasoned quickly that this was why he was rushing upstairs to see if Yuki was all right. It wasn't for her. It was for Kakashi. That wasn't breaking any rules.
His hand was on the door knob and ready to bust his way in if it was locked when Yuki's scream became tangeable words. She sounded like her voice was about to give out.
"Why does this always fucking happen to me?! Someone always comes along and ruins everything!! I was doing perfectly fine. Just easily keeping everything to myself and blocking everyone out except for Kakashi and Kiba. And then he comes along and easily gets under my skin! God-fucking-dammit!!...He's family. I should WANT for him to be behind my walls. But we're too damn similar. It's too-- I'm not making any fucking sense!"
More skin-crinkling screaming ensued and Vell just stood there, blinking, not petrified but keeping perfectly still. That was mostly his solution for everything. If you stood still, you disappeared from life and just became an inanimate object. One without ears or eyes or a mind to hear or see or comprehend. His visible eye slowly glided over to the wall of pictures he hadn't really looked at since he'd come back.
Kakashi never posted up pictures of himself. He claimed that it was too self-reviering. So the photos were all of either him with other people or other people all together. He distinguished two kinds - usually consisting of either a young boy or a young girl.
The girl was in many of them. She had bleach blond hair in a lot of her photos and she was mostly with Kakashi and Kiba and another shorter purple-haired girl. You could see a smile under Kakashi's mask whenever he was in a picture with her.
The boy, on the other hand, only occupied a few. He had silver hair sticking up in various places on his head and he had a huge smile in every picture. He was a skinny little mite, too - he looked three or four when the photo clearly stated that he'd been six at the time. And Kakashi was only with him in one picture. And he didn't look quite as happy as he was with the girl.
Vell descended the stairs slowly and left the apartment, shutting the door very quietly behind him. Just like that.
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Post by SORAbear on Apr 13, 2010 19:49:57 GMT -5
Her throat closed up as she heard that door shut. A sickening pain, even more so than the pain in her eye, welled up and knotted tightly. It wasn't fair. 'What...Why am I--' A salty wetness soon found its way past her eyelashes, streaming thickly down her bloodied cheeks.
She should expect no less. It was routine after all. But she feared that she wasn't crying by routine. Maybe by loss. Or maybe because of how badly she might have messed up.
Her head hung as she continued and eventually finished wrapping her ever-bleeding eye. The red liquid was already starting to bleed through, probably due to the overwhelming tears forcing it through. She sniffed harshly and spluttered like Naruto when he cried. And it almost made her laugh. Which she almost never did nowadays.
It was as if her humor and happiness had been sucked out of her by some random vampiric spiritual parasite, with her having no actual knowledge of it. Ultimately, she had almost no funny bone left. She had many excuses for why. Her entire clan being completely wiped out--destroyed. Being... A hard, almost unbreathable gulp of air. Being... raped at a young age....
That's the first time she ever let herself admit it. At least, to her own self. The shame has never been lifted off her shoulders. That unbearable weight... Crushing her under the billion pounds of hate, shame, and sociopathic behaviors.
Tears still tumbled down her cheeks as she found herself on a colision course with the linoleum bathroom floor. Exhaustion. Pure and utter exhaustion. She was tired from the pain, tired from the hate and anger, tired from moving, tired from crying. Blood leaked from her bandages, soaking her mussed hair and the surrounding few inches. Her hearing seemed to shut off. As did her sense of smell and taste.
Something wrapped around her shoulders. She didn't know what. Didn't care. She was slowly passing out of consciousness. For all she knew, the hands that shook her and pulled her to make her wake up could've been anybody's. But she couldn't tell who's.
Now she was gone. Unconscious as if she were asleep.
~*~*~ Yuki was laughing, her sides convulsing as she nearly rolled around on the grassy ground underfoot. Her arm grew tired of pointing at her uncle, but still, she pointed on.
The older teen's expression when he saw the photo after it had been taken was the funniest thing she had ever seen thus far. Save for Kiba's little 'accident' back in Border. The second time she's laughed in a long time was caused by that infamous 'I will fucking kill you for making me look so stupid' look on her uncle's face.
She hurt all over from laughing, gripping her sides as her arm finally gave up, bending over to keep from falling over.
Perhaps today was one of the best days of her life. But it had seemed to be so very long ago. She hadn't been able to remember it untill now. Mainly because she was trying so hard to block it out. She didn't want to let anyone else in--wouldn't, couldn't. But that was innevitable. It was GOING to happen whether she willed it to or not. ~*~*~
"I'....sorry..." she muttered softly, speaking in her unconsciousness.
--- Whoa. Apology for the weirdness. I just...sorta wrote what came to mind. >.<
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Post by opasars on Apr 14, 2010 18:50:07 GMT -5
Is okay. I do it all the time. XP ---------------------------
After thirty minutes of standing silently just outside the front door Vell came back in. His visible eye was bloodshot and the bandges over his other were darkened just a little. The house was silent, he noticed right away. Yuki had stopped screaming. It was amazing that it was only about eleven o'clock in the morning. It'd felt like the entire day had gone by.
Making sure he had his best frown in place the silver haired teen climbed the stairs up to Yuki's door. But it was left open. And when he looked inside, though her bedding was halfway on the floor and thin scratch lines scoured the floor.
"The hell...?" Vell turned to vaguely look around for his niece and noticed that the bathroom door was shut. He rapped his knuckle on the wood. "Kid? You in there...?" Silence. "Look if you're gonna be childish with me then make a sound, at least," he growled in frustration. Nothing.
He strained his ears and nose to concentrate on the other side of the door. Blood, gasping, fear, dispare, pain, tears.
The lock snapped easily after he'd wrenched out the doorknob.
"Hey! Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?!" he wanted to know, now standing over an unconscious and poorly-bandaged Yuki. He glanced at the toilet and nearly released bile in his stomach too. "Fuck...." He knelt down and fingered her neck. A pulse. He turned her over and put a hand above her mouth. Warm, moist air hit the back of his palm. He parted her eyelid. There was a long scratch leading from her eye to her temple but other than that they reacted to the light.
Vell growled under his breath and shook her shoulders. "Come on, you little idiot! You're fine. There's nothing wrong with you. Now get off your ass and quit feeling sorry for yourself!" He stopped and after a pause laughed bitterly. "Aren't I one to talk...." He stood up, kicked a good-sized hole in the wall, retrieved the blanket off Yuki's bed.
As he was hauling the comforter to the hallway he noticed another photo sitting on a corner table. This one made him stop dead in shock. It was a recent picture of himself that he'd thought had been destroyed. The image was slightly blurred, he was hanging by his knees in a tree, reaching for something below the camera. He was smiling.
Now he remembered. He'd been sleeping peacefully in a tree while Yuki and Kakashi were doing something he was sure was stupid below him. It'd been a nice nap. Until Yuki had called out his infamous nickname (Namey - Dickhead) and he'd woken up. She'd tossed a field mouse - a God-damn FIELD MOUSE - in the air at him. He never knew how the hell she caught it but the poor thing looked like it was in the midst of a heart attack. Of course his cat instincts took over so severely that he'd practically fallen out of the tree to catch it. In midair he'd seen a flash and realized what he'd done. There his niece stood, camera in hand, pointing and laughing at him like he'd told the funniest joke on earth. Kakashi was smiling at her as she laughed.
That picture couldn't have broken faster as it was back-handed down the stairs and shattered against the wall.
Vell placed the blanket over Yuki so she wouldn't get cold. When Kakashi got home HE could put her to bed. He wouldn't deal with her. Kakashi was the one who cared about her more anyways. Just before he left Yuki spoke in a soft whisper that made his ears strain to hear her words.
"I'm...sorry...."
"Jesus, don't be," he whispered desperately.
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