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Post by mem on Jan 9, 2010 16:48:00 GMT -5
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 9, 2010 17:29:38 GMT -5
 --- you used to call me ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( JUST TO SAY "I LOVE YOU BABY" )[/center]
Even before her mother died, way before she started to change, a special person in her life disappeared without a trace. At first everyone thought perhaps he was murdered. Though she knew better than that. The person she knew would never let someone else take his own life, unless he was doing it for another person. Or so that's at least what she thought. Even the rest of her family eventually gave up hoping. Some didn't even care in the first place, and some knew the truth yet still held and kept it from her. So why? Why did he have to leave at such an important time. Why was it that part of the reason she changed so much was him. It was his fault, and yet, she completely understood.
He ran away, gone, left her alone and scared. Even though she still had her mother at the time, it was after he left that everything started to go sour. Isabella could never really fully blame him though. He probably had no idea of the recent death or events. Did he know that she was attending the school yet? Did he even care? She doubted it. She doubted Dante even wanted to see her again. The girl who belonged to the family he ran away from. He probably hated her. Still, he agreed to come meet her, so Bella was going to take full advantage of it. First of all she had to get past that horrible phone call, she had tried so hard not to cry. She didn't while on the phone with him, but as soon as it was over she broke down. Why is it only me that seems so sad about it? I'm probably just making him hate me even more. It was one of the first times that Isabella had so much doubt in herself. She was so nervous as well. Would he notice the difference in her? Would he see how much she changed?
She purposely made him stay out in the cold, he deserved it anyways. He also deserved everything that was coming to him, whether he knew it or not. As she walked down a park path she began to feel scared. She didn't want to cry in front of him, it'd be so embarrassing. As soon as I start to cry I'll just kick his ass. She lied to herself over and over again. Her hair was tied up into the usual twin tails. She had on a pair of dark colored jeans, those brown fuzzy boots that everyone else had, a long sleeve black shirt and a warm white winter coat with fur around the hood. Then soon enough he came into view. It was easy to spot the man with white hair and red eyes. Still he had grown a lot, as did she. It almost felt like she was looking at a stranger. As she reached him she got ready. Only a few more steps....3..2..1. Taking her hand she slapped him across the face, her cheeks flushing a bright red.
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Post by mem on Jan 9, 2010 19:55:12 GMT -5
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 9, 2010 20:44:54 GMT -5
--- always, that you would occupy my mind ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( WE COULD ALWAYS FIND A LITTLE MORE TIME )[/center]
As those familiar yet distant red eyes looked up at her it felt like something had pierced right through her heart. The pain was incredible. How could they look exactly the same as they were years ago. Though despite them looking the same, they didn't look at her the same. The eyes she remembered as a child were gone. She could only vaguely remember them in her memories, when they resembled a smile instead of a frown. He'd grown up so much, from a boy to a man no doubt. It made her want to reach out and cup his cheek with her hand, just to check and make sure ti was really the man she knew as Dante in front of her. If anything, she wanted him to say something. Something to break the silence that seemed to be screaming at her.
Another pain hit her chest as she noticed his sad smile. "I deserve a whole lifetime of those you know." She stared at him as he stood, not able to speak. She wanted to say, 'Hell yeah you do.' Though when she went to open her mouth nothing came out. Wh..whats wrong with me? She slowly looked up, the fact that he was taller than her, even though it was something bound to happen, it made her feel like even more had changed. "Well... You've grown up Isabella.... and... I'm sorry." Her jaw clenched as he spoke her name. She was trying so hard to hold back the tears gathering up in her eyes. Though sooner or later they'd have to come out. "D.Dante..too, you've grown up...too." She stuttered, her voice extremely shaky.
"If you want to keep on hitting me you can... just... just don't start crying alright... I'll feel even worse..." He rested his head on her shoulder, like when they were kids, and it was too late. The warm tears slowly started to stream from her blue eyes, though she stayed silent. His white hair tickled her neck and she could feel his body heat. It had been so long since she felt him so near, it was almost like a shock, like she was dreaming or something. "I'm sorry if you hate my guts and want to beat me up till you feel satisfied and you can gladly do it if you want... a dirt bag like me should be treated like such..." It was then that she really started crying. One hand reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his jacket while the other hand reached out and punched him childishly in the chest. Then again. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *hic* Why did you leave!? Do you have any idea how much I've gone through without you with me? *hic* I missed you god dammit!"
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Post by mem on Jan 9, 2010 21:14:12 GMT -5
 Oh bless me lord for I have sinned
It's been a lifetime since I last confessed
The warm tears from Isabella's eyes seemed to make his heart sink lower in his chest. She was crying and punching him in his chest, saying that he was stupid and asking why he left. The reason wasn't a good one, he knew that much, who would leave over such a stupid reason? Feeling that you were a burden on a family that wasn't yours but still took you in as one of their own. He was such an idiot. He was a happy idiot though, happy that she missed him and loathed him for leaving. "This stupid idiot left for a stupid idiotic reason, I'm sorry and if it makes you feel better..." He said as he raised his head and took a few steps back, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm... sorry...!" He basically yelled losing his breath and having to quickly regain it.
He raised a hand and wiped a few tears from her face, "Besides I'm alive right? These better be tears of happiness not tears of sadness. Are you actually sad to see me alive? I mean I was pretty sure that people liked to see each other alive, happy, and healthy. So..." He quickly moved his fingers from wiping the tears from Isbella's eyes to taking the corners of her mouth and shaping them into a goofy grin. "If you don't smile I'll leave again, so stop crying and making me feel bad you big dummy." He mused, smiling a bit and sticking out his tongue at her.
Yes, this was a proper way of going at it. Everything can't be all tears and sad words for the whole meeting and if she was to lead the conversation that's all it was going to be. He had to make the mood lighter, a bit funny to cheer her up; she was his sister in some way and a brother wouldn't like to see their sister cry for something they did... or was that only in movies?
"Cheer up or else Isabella and I'll promise I won't run away again, alright? I pinky swear." He said, leaning back and holding up his pinky.
I threw my crutches in the river
of a shadow of a doubt muse: blarg
Music: Journey's End - The Last Remnant
words: to lazy to look
Lyrics: East Jesus No where -- Green Day
Notes: He's such a big dummy ♥
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 9, 2010 22:32:07 GMT -5
--- i wanna be there for you ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( SOMEONE YOU CAN COME TO )[/center]
She leaned into him a bit as he wiped her tears away with his finger. "Of course they are tears of happiness. Well maybe. I always thought you left because you hated me..so I...I dunno. I kept thinking how you probably never wanted to see me, and how I made you come out here." she paused and her grip tightened on his jacket. "I was so scared you know...when you left. All the possibilities of what could have happened to you, I never want to think of them again. I hope you feel bad, really bad..." After he made her smile with his fingers she pushed his arms down violently, even though she didn't mean to be like that. "Don't even joke about that stupid." Looking at him though she couldn't help but smile a bit.
She was really glad he was okay, and very happy about him finally being back. She couldn't wait to tell him everything, even though some of the news wasn't going to be very pleasant. She wondered if he knew about her mother yet. For now she would leave that out. She just got him back, she wasn't about to let that one thing ruin it now. Though what she was really worried about was the way she really felt about him. Seeing him as he is now, she can't but feel other feelings. In the first place it was hard to see him as a brother or good friend, but now every time she touched him she felt her heart skip a beat. Like some other things though, she would keep it to herself. Who knows how he would react to such a thing.
After taking a deep breath and wiping the rest of her tears away she calmed herself and looked back up at him. She put out her own pinky and wrapped it around his. "Call me Bell like you used to, then I'll be happy." That's all she wanted to hear him say. "Dante....I have so many things to tell you about."
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Post by mem on Jan 10, 2010 21:18:47 GMT -5
Oh bless me lord for I have sinned
It's been a lifetime since I last confessed
"Don't tell me you actually thought I could succumb to the pressures of the outside world and die somewhere on the street. Jeeze Bella, you know I'm a lot stronger then I look. Even if I look deathly pale." He said sighing as he removed his pinky from hers. "What do you have to tell me, anyways?"
He sat back down on the dead grass that he was sitting on just moments before and took out a small piece of paper, just big enough to make a small crane out of it. He quietly folding the bits back and forth till it formed the bird that was his first origami and handed it towards her. "I've gotten better with this by the way, I bet I could even fold a flower to put in your hair... probably wouldn't be as grand as the things you own though." He said, smiling another sad smile again, remembering the first time he was dragged into her room to play with her. It wasn't like he didn't want to play with someone his own age at the time, but he was a boy, an 8 year old boy who clearly didn't want to play with a girl.
A thought struck him and the sad smile turned into a light chuckle again.
"Do you still like all the cutesy stuff? I mean, I heard on the grapevine that you started to hate it. When I heard that I laughed for what seem hours, I couldn't imagine my Bella hating cutesy things, even stuffed animals. I bet your room is still covered in them." He laughed out, clutching his sides as if he was in a great deal of pain from such a heinous thought. No, his Bella wouldn't be able to turn away from cute little creatures like stuffed bears or anything, no instead his Bella would just hide the fact like there was no tomorrow.
"So, what is it that you have to tell me?" He repeated, his red eyes looking at her face.
I threw my crutches in the river
of a shadow of a doubt muse: blarg
words: to lazy to look
Lyrics: Hamonia Vita -- Sigma Harmonics
Notes: it sucks i'm sorry D:
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 12, 2010 20:51:20 GMT -5
--- but i must admit it big guy you always come through ,. [/color][/size][/font] (I WOULDN'T HAVE NOTHIN IF I DIDN'T HAVE YOU)[/center]
She frowned at his question. Of course she knew he wasn't that week, he had grown up in a mafia family, the same as her. "I know, I never doubted you. And to let you know I have gotten a lot stronger as well. I'm not the weakling I used to be." Letting her pinky slip away from his she frowned again. His hands felt quite cold. "A lot. I have a whole lot to tell you." Sighing loudly she sat down across from him. Watching him intently she smiled once he held out the paper crane to her. She loved it when he did things like that. Simple things, yet they still seemed to amaze her.
As his words started he began to smile though as she heard the end it soon turned into another frown. Taking her index and middle finger she pushed them into his forehead a bit before pulling away. She gave him a look that said 'What did I tell you about talking like that.' Then after another sigh she replied, "Well, for your information, it was never me who asked for all that stuff, it was just given to me. Also, I don't even live there anymore so I don't have everything like you'd think Mr." Sure when she was younger if she wanted she could have gotten everything she wanted, and in reality she did, though she never really asked for a lot. It was actually a pain sometimes, she could never tell if people wanted to be friend with her because of her or her stuff and money. It was a real pain in the ass, which explains why she has a bit of a trusting problem.
She raised her brow as he started to chuckle. As spoke her eyes widened and her face was probably showing such an angry expression she looked scary. He said it, the thing in which he knew she'd get worked up about. Watching him laugh she balled one of her hands into a fist and threw it at his arm. She hit him seriously, and when she was serious her strength could most definitely be compared to a guy. "H..Hey! That's not funny, I told you not to talk about it! I already have that stupid butler of mine that knows, I don't need people finding out from you. Stupid!" She said while she got up and push him back pinning him to the ground in a the way they used to fight with each other. "Pinned ya!" She said laughing. Staring down at his face while she sat on him she felt like it would be her best opportunity to tell him. There was no going back.
"Hey Bro, don't move or say anything until I'm finished speaking okay?" She paused. "Um....Mom she..she's dead."
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Post by mem on Jan 15, 2010 19:22:09 GMT -5
Oh bless me lord for I have sinned
It's been a lifetime since I last confessed
He rubbed his arm and mouthed out a small ow, yeah she wasn't kidding when she said she had gotten stronger. Then again, they both grew up in a mafia family and even if she was stronger he would be stronger then her. He didn't have the heart - or the time, to retaliate back because just before he knew it, she was one top of him and he was on his back, flat on the grass. The words that she spoke, which seemed to be barely over a whisper to his ears, who knows to others, seemed to shake his very core of being. His adopted mother, the one that had been more of a mother to him then his own, was gone.
Dead. 6 Feet Under. Pushing Daisies.
He wanted to find a concrete wall and punch it till his knuckles bled. To go find a criminal and beat the living crud out of them. He wanted... he wanted.... he didn't know what he wanted now. His crimson red eyes closed as he breathed a deep sigh and tried to calm himself down, if he didn't he really would go and start harming himself in some way. Directly or Indirectly he didn't know.
"She's dead...." He whispered, mostly to himself, repeating the phrase as if he was trying to convince himself of the impossible. "I.... I'm sorry.... I wish, I could of been there are you, for her, and at the funeral..." If only he KNEW of her death, if he knew he would of... he would of ran barefoot in the rain to come comfort Isabella, if it was raining that day. He would of ran barefoot and coat-less in a blinding snow storm to tell her everything would be alright and that they would see each other again someday... hopefully. But no, instead he remained naive and ignorant to the world outside around him, to his family that was outside of his reach, and only focused on himself.
And he thought he was doing them a favor when he ran away. Such an idoit.
He sat up and reached around her waist to hug her, "I'm sorry... you can't imagine how sorry I feel right now." He felt worse then a dirt bag, he felt that his sorries weren't good enough.
He simply wished earth would open up and swallow him whole.
I threw my crutches in the river
of a shadow of a doubt muse: blarg
words: to lazy to look
Lyrics: Hamonia Vita -- Sigma Harmonics
Notes: heart wrenching moment ftw?
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 22, 2010 12:22:46 GMT -5
--- but i must admit it big guy you always come through ,. [/color][/size][/font] (I WOULDN'T HAVE NOTHIN IF I DIDN'T HAVE YOU)[/center]
She bit her lip as he sighed. She knew exactly how he could get. If it wasn't for her being there he'd probably already be off punching something until he bled. Blaming himself, she didn't like that. It wasn't his fault after all, or at least in her opinion. In Bella's eyes her father was the one at fault. Still, she was a little upset that Dante had left soon before her mother has passed on. She was just glad to have him now though, glad to hold him and laugh with him again. It felt as if one of the empty spots in her heart was now filled in. She didn't feel as lonely as before.
As he apologized she looked down, her bangs covering her eyes. She couldn't say anything for a moment. Even though it had happened a while ago she still wasn't able to let it go, the pain, nor the sorrow. Not only that, but the anger of a young girl who lost her mother, it wasn't pretty. As he reached around her waste to hug her she couldn't help but hug him back. If anyone else was around they were probably looking at the two with confused eyes, thinking that they were a couple or something. "Hey look at that cute couple" She heard someone say, though she just ignored it. Leaning down she buried her face in his hair. "Stop saying that word already..I can't...take it." Even though she tried to hold back, soon enough she was crying again. She stayed quiet, not wanting him to know, though he would probably find out anyways with her tears streaming down her face and falling onto his neck.
Taking a few shaky breaths she calmed herself down. It wasn't time to worry about anything. She finally had her brother back. Pulling away from him so she could see his face she leaned forward a bit. She placed her hands on both sides of his face leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, as she used to when they were kids. Though this time she hoped he didn't complain like he used to. "Welcome home...brother."
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