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Post by NAGI KOBAYASHI on Jan 13, 2010 19:43:15 GMT -5
She had that dream yet again. It felt so painful yet it never ceases to stop. Nagi wandered how long will she constantly be tormented by this; when will it stop? Maybe in few years, perhaps never. Right now Nagi could not find the strength to go anywhere, let alone talk to anyone. She doesn't know anyone here, and does not want to. Although she's simply contradicting herself she knows it. Brushing some stray locks of black hair aside, Nagi touched her eye patch and then dropped her hand down in a swift second. No...doing this would worsen it. She thought with a shudder. Right now the grandeur of the ballroom seem to intimidate her more. Despite that the quietness seem to ease her soul. And that is why Nagi decided to stay a while longer, perhaps she can also skip lunch. I need to apologize to Cedric. Nagi thought, a little regretting her actions. Mentally slapping herself, the girl stood up, dusting off invisible dust off her clean white summer dress and then sat down again with her knees propped against her chest. Tilting her head, Nagi closed her eyes. She felt like remembering back to her childhood, the time before that incident. It's the most joyous thing she had left, besides entering Stella Fiore. But so much memories welled up inside her that she couldn't focus on just one. Instead Nagi paused and raised a finger. Without any thinking she wrote invisible letters with a blank expression on her face.
L-U-C-I~
She stopped abruptly. What was that name just now? She had remembered vaguely that she knew someone by that name...or was it a nickname? Closing her eyes for the second time Nagi shuffled through her past. An image came into mind of someone, older than her with long silvery hair came into view. The bad thing is, Nagi had no idea what their face looked like. Yet she felt a pleasant feeling well up inside her. Perhaps... A small smile touched her lips, a sad one though. Now Nagi desperately wanted to figure out who they was, and wanted to meet them all the same. Over her past she had known very few people besides her parents. However she was very close to them because they were older and more mature. After the incident, none of them looked at her anymore...or was it the other way? Nagi had been so embarrassed that she only talked to her father at that time. Now thinking back, this was her first mistake. template: moi with text graphics help from HERtagged: Pyro<3 notes/comments: Haha bad post sorry [/size][/color] |
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Post by lucifer on Jan 13, 2010 23:16:04 GMT -5
 ( there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to myself )The scent of tobacco smoke drifted idly down the hallway, the grey tendrils soon following, fuelled only by the process of diffusion. Anyone who was well-mannered enough to care about school regulations would know that neither butler nor their ladies were allowed to smoke inside the Academy. But then again, Lucifer had always told rules and regulations to go fuck off, and leave him alone. He wanted a damn smoke, and he was getting one, damnit. Armed with this resolution, he’d lit a cigarette, and was now contentedly strolling down the hallway, smoke billowing from the tip of the cancer stick and occasionally from his mouth as he removed the cigarette to exhale. Utterly content, or as content as the man could be, he made his way to the ballroom, humming lowly in the back of his throat. He’d only ever gone to the ballroom once, and that as when he’d first arrived at the Academy.
The ballroom was generally not his first choice for a sanctuary. Actually, it wouldn’t be either of his choices – not even his last one, because he was liable to never go to the ballroom either way. It wasn’t like he couldn’t dance – it was just that he didn’t want to. Lucifer didn’t even have a lady that he would have to “please” by dancing for her; gods be damned if he even listened to any of her demands (“Lucifer, please dance for me!”) He was going to the ballroom for one reason, and one reason only: he was bored. A lady would have amused him, by giving him silly, petty commands that she herself could do, if only she wasn’t so lazy. But, he didn’t have a lady, so he didn’t have any orders he could disobey. His books and other trivial things were kept in his luggage, which was in the room assigned to his lady, who he didn’t know yet, and thus not knowing her, it was sheer common sense that he wouldn’t know where the room was, either. Essentially, he was wearing the clothes he’d worn when he’d arrived at the Academy. They weren’t exactly the clothes a regular butler would wear.
He’d forgone the suit, since he wasn’t one to wear suits. It had never been his style, so why should he have to start now? Around his neck was a thick, long chain necklace that came to a halt at about his solar plexus, and he wore a black leather jacket; it was obviously brand new, stiff, and somewhat glossy. Underneath the jacket, he wore a black tank top, made of a thin fabric, and black jeans that were somewhat old and just a tad small, but still managed to fit him either way clad his lower body – he only wore them for the chain that hung from the black, spiky belt, which, unfortunately happened to be attached to the pants. Damn manufacturers – he really, really liked that belt. His feet were clad with tall, black boots, made of weathered leather; the boots looked well-worn, but were still nearly as stiff as they’d been when he’d gotten them two years before. Idly, he removed the cigarette from his mouth with his index and middle finger, and exhaled, watching the smoke blow past his lips. Two years ago – he’d known a girl two years ago. He’d been nineteen and she, thirteen, when he suddenly lost contact with her entirely.
They’d met in Italy, when she was five and he was eleven. The girl’s name was Nagi Kobayashi, and she and her family were traveling; they decided that they wanted their daughter to remember Italy as one of the first countries she’d ever visited (“If she can even remember.”) As it were, they needed a place to stay, and had decided to ask the de Firenzes if they could possibly intrude for a week or two. He could distinctly remember being told to show her around the house – not that he did it willingly (“Lucifer Auditore de Firenze! You will give dear Nagi a tour, or else I’m confiscating your romance novels!” “Gah! Not the ‘r’ word, mom!”) Needless to say, much animalistic snarling ensued as the boy grudgingly gave the little girl a tour; when it was time for her to leave in a few weeks’ time, he sent her packing rather enthusiastically.
Unfortunately – or fortunately – they ended up encountering each other quite frequently, what with their parents inviting each other over for dinners and parties and the like. Lucifer had gotten his first and only nickname from the girl, when she was ten and he sixteen – the first time she called him “Luci” had been met with much protest (“What the fuck?! That’s a girl’s name!”), but in the end he’d relented, grudgingly of course. Overtime, he’d grown used to the nickname – and then, quite suddenly, three years later, the girl had disappeared. He didn’t know what had happened – only that she’d been in an accident. Other than that, he’d had no information. He didn’t know if she’d died or what – her parents had stopped talking with his, and that had been that. For a time, he’d been irritated, maybe concerned with the lack of information he received; and the thought of “Nagi” had been itching at his conscience ever since. It was quite irritating, to put it frankly.
As the doors of the ballroom flickered into view, Lucifer plucked the half-dead cigarette from his lips, crunched it in his fist, ignoring the burning sensation on his palm, and neatly dropped it on the ground, his lips curling upwards in a slight smirk. Now closer to the door, he could see it was partially open; he pushed it with a pale hand, before striding in, his boots echoing softly as they hit the grey granite. The ballroom was pretty, he could admit that: granite bloomed nearly everywhere, into floors, walls, ceilings, elegant columns; a gorgeous stairway spiralled upwards. And yet, it was rather monochromatic. No colour. Not even the enormous chandelier granted colour to the enormous room. Silver eyes critically surveyed the room, finally falling upon a figure hunched against the wall, clad in a white sundress. His gaze focused on the figure, identifying it as female – and was it just him, or was there something familiar about that hair…?
The girl’s hair was black, and she was rather thin and small-looking, too. Almost delicate. She wore a simple white sundress and an eye patch – not exactly the most grandiose of attires. Nagi had always worn simple clothing; she hadn’t been much for fancy dresses. Without knowing what he was doing, the silver-haired man took several, loud steps closer to the girl, silver gaze flickering about her form, not giving a damn whether or not he would scare her in the process. Familiar hair, familiar dress, hell, even a familiar figure…her face was familiar too, except the eye patch bothered him. Nagi hadn’t worn an eye patch. Then again, she had been in an accident, so…
”Nagi.” The girl’s name rolled off his tongue as his eyebrows dipped into a scowl, still scrutinizing the girl. As he said it, the girl’s identity suddenly seemed to click into place, the name simply fitting her. An odd feeling rushed through him, something similar to adrenaline, and before he could stop himself, he was snarling an angry, ”Where the fuck have you been for the past two years?!” It wasn’t like the girl would mind, either way. They’d known each other for eight years, and he’d always been loud and angry and impulsive, and she’d been loud and impulsive, too – except on a lower level than him. So it made sense that it wouldn’t bother her in the slightest.
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Post by NAGI KOBAYASHI on Jan 14, 2010 15:32:01 GMT -5
Nagi never expected anyone to come here, especially when they were probably all busy doing their outdoor curriculum and stuff. However she nearly forgot that everyday Stella Fiore would be teeming with new ladies and butlers. Yet she also would never expect, or want, someone to barge in here and say her name. Snapping her eyes closed she wished that it wouldn't be her name, maybe it's something that sounds like her name. Or perhaps another Nagi. However she is most likely the only Nagi in this school. And so giving a small sigh the black haired girl look towards the someone whom interrupted. At first she was quite shocked. For nobody had this kind of look. Her eyes traveled upwards first to the intruder's hair. He had long hair, silver and quite...beautiful. Now she is never the sort to describe people's hair as even pretty no less a male's However his was an exception. And then her eye traveled to his clothing. Definitely not formal like for a butler, in fact he look like a delinquet in her school. Although it is most likely not true. To put it bluntly, this man seem like the sort who kicks kittens and kils children for leisure. His attire is all leather and he smokes. Smoking was strictly prohibited however it would seem this guy doesn't give a darn for it either. A typical bad boy.
Something about him seem un-scary though. Almost as Nagi knew somewhere beneath him hid something soft. But she could be wrong. In fact ninety nine percent of the time she is.
"Where the fuck have you been for the past two years?"
Normally Nagi would flinch at the foul word. But right now her eyes were on his face. Something about him seemed familiar. Then almost like a dream she uttered,"L-luci? It's you isn't it?" She felt like crying now, since the very person she had been close to was here. He had a rough exterior she knows, and till this time she still had a slight fear of him. Hopefully he wouldn't yell at her or use those words again. Because it would seem as if he is mad at her. Now Nagi could tell this man is the one from her childhood. Standing up, the young girl walked towards him and stopped just a few feet short, leaving a comfortable gap between them. Then, she looked up at him.
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Post by lucifer on Jan 14, 2010 21:23:30 GMT -5
( there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to myself ) As the girl surveyed him, Lucifer steeled himself for a questioning stare, a confused enquiry – anything that would point to this girl not being Nagi. And yet, at the same time, he simply knew that such a thing could not come from the girl, since it was Nagi. Nagi had had the same hair, the same eyes – eye, he mentally corrected – the same clothing. The only thing that seemed different about her was her eye patch, and her entire stature. She was hunching, as if she was trying to curl herself in a ball, or, perhaps, hide from the world; the girl Lucifer had known wouldn’t have done such a thing, or if she would have, that would have been a first. He hadn’t known her to be cowardly or overly-humble; or maybe it was just his warped memory speaking, or perhaps he’d simply never noticed it. The only thing that would possibly throw him off from his assumption was if Nagi had had an evil twin sister, or something.
"L-luci? It's you isn't it?"
His lips, previously drawn down into a scrutinizing scowl, quirked up slightly at the nickname, and the man let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding in. She hadn’t been bothered by his words, or so it seemed – and she was even confirming his suspicions by using her nickname. He couldn’t even bring himself to frown at hearing the girlish pet name leave her lips, and instead focused on her voice. It seemed different, somehow; more meek, and quieter, softer. As the girl stood up from her position at the wall, Lucifer watched her come to a halt in front of him, several feet away. She wasn’t too close, nor was she too far away, either; it was a perfectly comfortable distance, and the Italian wondered what she would do if he were to break it. His fingers twitched, and he didn’t know whether he wanted to slap her, or hug her, or just grab her by the shoulders and shake her. The adrenaline-high he’d gotten after uttering her name had simmered away, and now he just felt oddly tired.
He didn’t think he’d ever see her again, after all. He’d thought that perhaps she’d just been an odd figment of his imagination – of course, that couldn’t be true, but that was more reassuring to think of than the possibility that she’d vanished from the face of the earth. Died. He’d tried to convince himself that the “accident” was a way of her parents telling his that they didn’t want anything to do with them anymore – maybe Lucifer had been a bad influence. Maybe they didn’t want a boy that was possibly on his way to becoming a delinquent around their daughter. But the eye patch – the possibility that Nagi’s eye could be gone, or at the very least hurt in some way – promptly eradicated all those thoughts. She had been in an accident, if that cloth over her eye had anything to do with it. And yet he still wanted to know why.
To keep himself from possibly causing the girl physical harm, Lucifer reached into his jacket pocket for his pack of cigarettes, flipped the top open, and flicked out one. He nearly took out two, one to offer the girl, as force of habit from the past two years, before his brain caught up with his fingers and informed him that yes, Nagi was only about fifteen, and yes, that meant she was underage. Technically, she could smoke when she turned sixteen – but he highly doubted she would smoke. Even if she was of age, even if he offered her one. She’d never been the type to smoke, nor to even be curious about it; he highly doubted she’d change so drastically in two years that she’d start smoking. He’d be a fool if he thought she’d grown up to become an adolescent in that time span. He placed the cigarette between his thin lips, replaced the pack back in his pocket, and brought out a silver lighter instead, flickering it on and lifting the flame to the cancer stick in his mouth. The tobacco lit, he flickered the lighter out and stowed it away, closing his eyes as he inhaled the smoke.
For several long moments, he simply stood there, allowing the toxic smoke to fill his lungs. Slowly, he removed the cigarette, and exhaled, turning his head slightly to avoid blowing smoke over Nagi. He repeated the motion several times, and once he felt suitably calm and once the itch had vanished from his fingers, he muttered softly, ”Yeah, it’s me.” [/b] He opened his eyes, gaze flickering over her form. He’d certainly never expected to see her in an Academy like Stella Fiore. Then again, he’d never expected himself to become a butler, either. Idly, he wondered why she’d come to the Academy – what was wrong with her eye – and then, back to square one: why she hadn’t spoken to him for two years. Why she’d just disappeared for two years. She hadn’t even answered his question; either she was stalling or she was so stunned about his appearance that she didn’t know how to answer. He wondered which one it was. ”So.”[/b] His voice raised slightly, louder in tone than his previous words. ”You never answered my question: where have you been, Nagi?”[/b] Something – perhaps it was her odd, fragile appearance – compelled him to lower his voice yet again as he uttered the syllables. Lucifer’s gaze fell upon her eye patch. ”And what happened to your eye?”[/b] Maybe it was too early to ask such a question. Maybe he was asking too much. But when had Lucifer ever given a damn about courtesy, anyway? And besides – this was Nagi. He had a right to know; or felt like he had, anyway. Actually, he was quite sure that he knew Nagi longer than anyone else, besides her parents. So, he was just that lucky to be the childhood friend of a little Japanese girl? Could he even call it friendship? Their speech and their interactions had, for the most part, merrily been parental intervention, although the man would be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed at least some of them. And, if he wanted to be truly honest with himself, he’d say that he missed that nickname. “Luci”. What a girly, stupid nickname…given to him by a girl, of course. No one else had ever called him that, not even his parents. It had something to do with the combination of the fact that Lucifer would punch the lights out of anyone who ever dared to call him as such, and the fact that he never told anyone to call him “Luci”.
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Post by NAGI KOBAYASHI on Jan 15, 2010 15:52:36 GMT -5
Really, she shouldn't be talking to him like this. It had been years since they last met and both should have split ways. And plus, Nagi doesn't want her childhood friend to know that she only got one eye to spare. After all, she's kind of freaky looking now. Then again, Lucifer wasn't so normal looking either. What she meant is that, what kind of butler had beautiful long silvery hair? He must be those one of a kind people; not referring to the special needs group. Obviously she had not expected Lucifer to smoke again, in her face that is, but when he did Nagi flinched and covered her nose and mouth. The choking air seem hazardous and she does not want to get her lungs dirty. Then she remembered that she still hadn't completely answered him yet. Though they are close to each other, Nagi still is't sure if she wanted to tell him completely. It feels like something is starting to tear a gap into their relationship and Nagi was to blame. She never wanted to go back to the past again. It hurts, both inside and out. Thus when Lucifer repeated his words, all Nagi did is shaking her head. Hopefully he wouldn't get angry, because Luci had a bad kind of temper that anyone would regret seeing.
”And what happened to your eye?”
A slight hesitation started telling Nagi that being a childhood friend of hers, Lucifer has got to know what had happened. She couldn't hide it in the shadows this far. Make up your mind Nagi! A side of her said; the side which wants her to tell him. Though her heart obliged, Nagi's mind still cannot comprehend what would happen if Lucifer was told the real deal. Running a hand across her eye patch, Nagi give an inaudible sigh. Oh well, might as well listen to it so it could shut up. "I lost it." She answered shortly. She made it as simple as she could, so that she doesn't need to dwell on such bad memories for long. But yet the urge came on again to spill out more. "I was in the hospital if you were wandering. And you know what happened? I lost a part of me, and that part of me is the one you know~" Taking in some air, Nagi tried to calm herself. She had said it so fast, and so blunt yet garbled that she had a hard time convincing herself what she had said was truly from her. template: moi
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Post by lucifer on Jan 16, 2010 16:10:33 GMT -5
( there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to myself ) He was in control. He knew he was. The lethargy that spread over his limbs assured him of that – so why could he feel his temper rising when she covered her nose and mouth with a delicate hand? Angry thoughts flew into his head upon seeing the hand covering her face, like his smoke was going to poison her, or what. Fuck, did she think he wanted to hurt her by smoking in front of her? The possibility that he was merely jumping to conclusions – as he was prone to do – did not cross his mind, and instead he could only feel frustrated anger as the girl shook her head. Did she not want to answer? So that was it. She simply didn’t want to tell him. Maybe she didn’t need to. Well, fuck this – he’d thought for a moment that he might have been happy at seeing her again, but now he was just feeling so irrevocably livid that he didn’t know what to do with himself, so he simply smoked, watching, still waiting for a reply – yes, she was shaking her head vigorously, but maybe she’d answer, maybe she’d change her mind, and then maybe – maybe everything could go back to the way it once was?
”I lost it.” A heavy silence followed the words, and Lucifer found his lips twisting downward and into a scowl again. So, she’d lost it, like that had answered all his questions – when it didn’t, it only answered one of them. She really didn’t want to answer, he supposed, and he was about to open his mouth to let out an angry retort, when suddenly Nagi’s lips moved and a waterfall of nearly-garbled words left her mouth, hurriedly, almost like she wasn’t sure of what she was saying. ”I was in the hospital if you were wondering. And you know what happened? I lost a part of me, and that part of me is the one you know~” Now she was breathing deeply, looking almost confused, and Lucifer took his time digesting the jumbled words, trying to piece what he knew and what she’d just told him together. She’d been in an accident, lost her eye, and was in a hospital for two years – and yet it all didn’t quite make sense to him.
”In the hospital.” The words were repeated brokenly. ”The hospital.” [/color] And what the hell was that supposed to mean – she’d lost a part of herself, the one he knew? Was that her subtle way of telling him to get the fuck away? Sharp, shattered laughter that was not at all happy, and quite eerie given the circumstances, bubbled up his throat and escaped through his mouth. The angry laughter reverberated off the granite in the ballroom, echoed off the columns and the walls and the ceiling. It surrounded him, only making him angrier at hearing his own frustrated hilarity bouncing back at him, almost as if it was mocking him and his lack of control. Somehow, her words had caused something to snap inside him, something that had been rising and bubbling up since the moment he’d seen her – something that he hadn’t even been aware of until the words were pouring from his lips, unbidden. The angry words, his voice rising into a yell as he spoke, echoed about the room, mocking him, too, and, perhaps, the girl that had managed to coax such a violent reaction out of him. ”The fucking hospital?! That’s your excuse? That’s all you have to say for yourself? So you’re telling me that a goddamned hospital prevented you from talking to me, hell, even sending me a fucking letter or a text message or something, anything to prove that you were even alive?!” The words were coming out like a waterfall, foul curses notwithstanding. ”Do you know how fucking worried I was? They said you were in an accident. A fucking accident. And then they – your parents – they just stopped talking.” Unconsciously, he was leaning forward earnestly as he spoke, towering over the girl, his left hand rising as if to slap her. He caught himself as he was about to perform the vicious movement, and angrily flung his arm down, as if to throw it away from himself. His arm fell limply to his side, and jerky, rough movements brought his cigarettes to his lips. He puffed quickly, vigorously, trying to calm himself, not even caring if the smoke blew out over the Japanese girl. He didn’t know what he was doing – didn’t know why he’d just snapped like that, or why, just as suddenly, his anger was ebbing away. Maybe it had been her last words, that she’d “lost” a part of herself. Perhaps that was what had made him so angry; the more he thought about it, the more liable it was. Breathing deeply and closing his eyes, he tapped ash off of the end of his cigarette, then opened silver eyes to scrutinize the girl again, watching for her reaction, any change in her movements that might suggest fear or anger or anything at his little outburst. Good god it felt good to get that out of his system – what did that mean, she’d “lost” herself? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Why was he even looking into it? She changed, everyone changed – just not as drastically, he thought. Why did she seem so small? Before, she’d been a different person; before, she’d had an exuberant persona that seemed envelop her entire being. So why did she seem so goddamned frail just then? Maybe he should apologize. Maybe he’d scared her. Hell, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all – Lucifer wasn’t the type to just go up to someone and say that he was concerned for that person. If anything at all, he’d faster pretend he didn’t care about anyone than actually say he cared for someone out loud. So it was more than disconcerting for him to say out loud – no, yell more like – at Nagi that he had been worried about her. Which he had been, of course – it wasn’t everyday that someone just disappeared into thin air, without leaving a trace of their existence. But now, not knowing how she would react to that, knowing that she’d “lost a part of herself” – maybe that had been the part that gave a damn about him – he was wondering whether his words had any merit or sense. He breathed deeply, inhaling the cigarette smoke again and tapping off the ash as he did so, the movements more fluid now, and less violent and angry and angry than before. He just felt oddly prickly now, slightly energetic, if that was the right word. Apprehensive, wondering how she would reply, if she would even say anything at all. ”…Sorry.”[/color] He crushed the cigarette in his grip, ignoring the burning sensation on his palm, and let it flutter to the ground, his gaze flickering from the girl to the cigarette butt, finding it more fascinating to watch. The lone word seemed almost strangled, and was oddly quiet, as if he didn’t know how to say it. Lucifer didn’t really apologize to people often. It wasn’t in his nature, especially not in his nature to apologize to a girl – but somehow, he’d forced the word out of his throat, and his formerly tensed shoulders relaxed and slumped, his silver gaze still on the slightly smoking, grey, ash mess of a cigarette on the granite floor near his booted feet.
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Post by NAGI KOBAYASHI on Jan 16, 2010 16:56:25 GMT -5
*I'll watch the night turn light-blue [/size] But it's not the same without you~[/font]    [/center] Pour me a heavy dose of
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Nagi hates the fact that every time she gets yelled at, and cussed at, that her heart seem to shove in deeper to her soul. She hate it when something prickly was felt in her eyes and then the free flowing tears began falling down her face. But what she hated the most is that these tears didn't come down. Instead it stayed, lodged into her ears as if they would fall down any second. Nagi knew Lucifer would yell at her for being so...stupid and simple with her words. But she didn't see that coming. It felt as if a giant blow on the head had happened. And which ever way she looks, the situation is impossible to escape. Lucifer had demanded where she had been these two years and she'd answered. With no details whatsoever except she was in a hospital. And it is only natural, that Lucifer would be very angry with her, considering his temper, and that true to his words she hadn't done anything to tell him what had exactly happened. He was right, the hospital was an excuse for her, and he was even more right to be angry at her. After all he had waited for her, worried over her, and wanted to know what happened to her. Nagi understood it all, the shouting, the movement like he was about to slap her, and then the smoking without any care for her. Truly, she's now angry with herself even if Lucifer isn't. Nagi tried to avoid Lucifer's gaze, a little part of her wanted to look up at him though.
There is still so much to tell him, but it's all on Nagi's part, to actually admit she's selfish and uncaring for others at that time. In the hospital, nobody talked to her or even as much smiled at her. Only her father was there, and even he isn't that much of a talker to begin with. And added with the trauma, Nagi decided not talking to anyone is much better. Besides, it's better staying quiet. However, now that he appeared, Nagi take back her promise. It looks like keeping your mouth shut cannot solve any problem. Lucifer was proof. Now that she realized it, it wasn't the incident that made her withdrawn, it was herself. She chose not to do anything, even though there are chances to do so. And amidst all the rush, Nagi had forgotten about a special thing called friends. Soon purple eyes found silver when the last bit of smoke was discarded onto the marble ground. Nagi's tear filled eye was still evident, but she quickly wiped it away. Even if she got used to having one eye she still cannot find balance with her other side. Especially when she's crying, it would feel as if she's tipping over. Now there is a hushed silence in the ballroom, but Lucifer's shouting seem to vibrate itself around the walls, however only Nagi could hear it.
"I-I think I should be the one apologizing Lucifer..." Nagi then said in her most boldest voice. This time it's much more clear, if not a little shaky. "I was too selfish back then, and believed nobody can understand me. But, now I realize I have others, like my father and...you." Finally relief washed over her, or maybe it's false relief. Maybe Lucifer's still as angry as her then ever. But if he still is, Nagi could disappear from his sight now. Looking into his eyes, she waited for an answer.
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Post by lucifer on Jan 17, 2010 19:38:32 GMT -5
( there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to myself ) Several moments of silence passed between them, and Lucifer hated every second of it. Every moment only added to his apprehension, his doubt, the strange guilty feeling he’d gotten after yelling at her, and even his dread at how the girl would reply. He would consider leaving, running away, but his pride kept him there, forced him to stay until he could get a proper answer out of the girl. Or maybe just stay until he died – maybe he wouldn’t get an answer, and what the fuck was taking her so long when really only a few seconds had passed; and curiosity compelled him to look up, silver eyes locking with one purple one. His gaze almost immediately honed in on the tear in her eye, and he very nearly recoiled, heartbeat literally stopping for a moment, and shit, had he been the one to do that? Was he the one that had made her cry? Fuck, he hadn’t – and just before he was actually going to turn heel and flee – pride be damned, he hated it when any girl cried, Nagi even more so – the girl wiped her tears away, opened her mouth, and began to speak.
"I-I think I should be the one apologizing Lucifer…" A stutter. And his full name, too – that caught his attention. The man couldn’t remember the last time the girl had called him “Lucifer”, although he assumed it was probably back when she was ten, before she’d started calling him “Luci”. And her voice was different – stronger than before, with a trace of the old Nagi shining through, the one she’d supposedly “lost” along with her right eye – and he felt somehow relieved, like maybe she hadn’t lost the old Nagi, not really. Maybe she just thought she had, and maybe the old Nagi needed some coaxing and pushing and shoving before she actually came out. The girl continued, ”I was too selfish back then, and believed nobody can understand me. But, now I realize I have others, like my father and…you." Masculine pride flooded through him at the fact that Nagi seemed to rank him “up there”, with her own father, and the Italian felt like a dark cloud had passed, and suddenly he felt as if a large weight had been wrestled from his shoulders.
Before he knew what he was doing, he’d grabbed the girl’s right wrist with his left hand – the one he’d wanted to slap her with, he noted dimly, angry at himself for even considering such a thing – his long, slender fingers curling around her wrist, and then he was tugging the girl toward him, arms enveloping her in an odd, slightly awkward hug. He was too tall and she was too short – but perhaps she wouldn’t mind. One hand came to rest at her mid-back, the other between her shoulder blades, and he pressed her against him, lips twisting upward into a grin that she hopefully couldn’t see. ”Your apology is…accepted…but…this doesn’t mean I’m not angry at you,” [/color] he said finally, voice slightly rough and perhaps a tad shaky from the laughter that he was attempting to suppress – and doing a fine job of it, if he said so himself. After a few moments, he grasped the girl by the shoulders, slowly pushing her away at arm’s length. He didn’t like how her shoulders felt under his fingers; it was like he could feel all her bones, and Lucifer wondered whether she was eating properly. He didn’t like it at all. ”Are you hungry?” he asked, his gaze serious, posture slightly taut. ”Are you eating properly, and did you have lunch yet?”[/color] Her entire body was much too thin. Whether it was because she’d been in the hospital for two years or whether she wasn’t eating properly, he didn’t like it. Actually, he didn’t like it that she was in the Academy, either, because in Stella Fiore, it was commonly known that butlers took care of their ladies. Lucifer didn’t have a lady to take care of at the moment, so he might as well take care of Nagi for the time being – but that reminded him. Nagi would have to have a butler. Preferably a butler to take care of her. So, where the fuck was he, and why wasn’t he taking care of her? It was most probably hypocritical of him to think that way, when he normally wouldn’t give a damn about the safety of his own lady, and instead chose to latch on to Nagi, who he wasn’t even assigned to. But still. There were more important matters. ”Do you have a butler, and where is he?” If it was possible, the man’s posture became even more taut as the words left his lips, disliking the thought of Nagi and a butler – a butler who didn’t seem competent enough to take care of her, if the entire situation was worth anything – more and more. ”Where the fuck is he? I demand this information.”[/b] His voice rose slightly, not out of anger at Nagi, but out of concern for her instead; a butler that wasn’t even capable of being in the same room as Nagi wasn’t good enough for her. Actually, any butler the Academy could offer Nagi wasn’t good enough for her. Irritation thrummed through him, and he allowed his hands to drift from her shoulders, one going to his pocket for another cigarette, and the other falling to his sides. He was about to remove his pack of cigarettes before he remembered himself, remembered that Nagi didn’t seem to like it when he smoked, and allowed both his arms to drift to his sides, hands slightly clenched in fists. ”Ah, so he can’t even take care of you properly. Tch.” He wasn’t waiting for a reply, and his anger – now at Nagi’s butler – was flaring again, relief and lethargy and all those good, happy feelings he felt be damned. He breathed deeply, and forced himself to calm down, his gaze flickering from Nagi, to the wall, and back to Nagi again. ”A butler who can’t even be in the same room as you isn’t worth your presence, let alone calling you his lady.”[/color] Damnit, he needed a smoke. ”Or do you not have one? All the better. When you get one, tell the retard to come to me. I’ll straighten him up for you.” Angry movements brought his cigarette pack out again – he couldn’t help it when he was angry – and he’d lit the cancer stick and stowed away his lighter and pack in three seconds flat, exhaling the smoke in a different direction from Nagi. ”Or…if you do have a butler…tell him to pay me a visit…fucker won’t know what hit him. You do realize he shouldn’t leave your side, right?” Idly, he wondered whether this was going to turn into a lecture. He was never good with those.
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Post by NAGI KOBAYASHI on Jan 17, 2010 20:24:56 GMT -5
*I'll watch the night turn light-blue [/size] But it's not the same without you~[/font] [/center] Pour me a heavy dose of
A T M O S P H E R E* [/size][/center]
Nagi never quite understood Lucifer sometimes. For not only is his temperament unpredictable, but also his actions. Though it may not always be bad, sometimes it would still surprise her. But when Lucifer actually took her in for a hug, an awkward one, did Nagi really believe this man to be just as unpredictable and borderline weird. He's still angry at her, and yet his actions seem nothing so. But no matter, just as long as Lucifer wasn't that angry then it's okay. Since she deserved it and all. Aside from that, a slight blush was making its way across Nagi's face. No one can get away with a hug without a blush from her, and now she does not know what to say. The good thing is Lucifer did not hold her for too long, for now he had her at arms length. Feeling her face calming down a little, Nagi give a laugh inwards. She rarely shows too much emotions, since it feels pretty stupid, unless of course a situation calls for it. It feel as though she got so much to learn for once. Though being a crybaby is an exception, Nagi admits. The atmosphere also lifted a great deal. And just at the right time too. Maybe it's just her, but after this Nagi knew what Lucifer would ask. Yes, she and him knew each other well enough to know what the other would say.
"Are you hungry?"
"Are you eating properly and did you have lunch yet?"
Oh Lucifer, always the most caring one. Nobody knew of this side, except maybe his parents and Nagi herself. It always amazes her that such a rough looking rough talking person would have such a gentle side to him. The way he said it, even though serious, made Nagi's mouth curve into a smile. But knowing the way he said it, Nagi dropped it fast. "Don't worry about me, I have enough to eat already." She replied. It's true, the school practically has an all you can eat buffet. Since Nagi isn't that much of an eater, she never have more then four plates. She only eats till her stomach is satisfied, nothing more. Even so there are still people, particularly adults whom wanted to persuade her to eat some more because of her size. True, she is underweight, if you count one pound underweight is a problem. But with her metabolism it would seem achieving a perfect healthy weight is close to impossible. And besides, she was born small looking, so looking like a stick wouldn't seem ridiculous at all. And besides, her butler Cedric is a great cook and Stella Fiore happen to have a cooking class. She could get some food there. And speaking of her butler...
”Do you have a butler, and where is he?”
Oh boy, just by listening to this sentence Nagi knows it will knock Lucifer into another cussing frenzy. He sound so protective of her, and it sometimes made Nagi felt like he would one day stalk every single person she is with so that he can protect her from them. And by the tone of the man's voice, Nagi does not like what's next. ”Where the fuck is he? I demand this information.” ”Ah, so he can’t even take care of you properly. Tch." Nagi really wanted to put facepalm herself. Not that she is getting annoyed, but Lucifer's assuming stuff. He did not meet Cedric, and never knew how kind he is. And hopefully, Cedric wouldn't come here looking for her and then get a face full of shouting. Wait, she is here isn't she? "Er...Luci, yes I do have a butler." Nagi seriously need to stop stammering. "And I was the one who left him. Listen, his name is Cedric and he's the best butler I have. And I'm doing fine with him, he knows what he's doing. So, please, stop worrying okay?" Did Nagi say too much by telling Lucifer Cedric's name? Hopefully not, but if it did, then she would pray for Lucifer not to meet Cedric, or vice versa. Because with Lucifer's temper, she doubted whether he would give off an ordinary greeting to him.
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NOTES;; here's a hope for jessie to come so all three of us can plot together for lucifer to meet cedric.xD
WORDS;; 702 bby~
CLOTHES;; White sundress
TAG;; pyro
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Vanilla Twilight;; Owl City
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Post by lucifer on Jan 19, 2010 5:11:59 GMT -5
( molly was a good girl and she knew the reasons why ) At seeing the colour he’d managed to bring to her cheeks, Lucifer almost smirked, although he managed to keep his expression grim and oh so serious. Nagi had never been all that tolerable of physical contact, and whenever she did hug someone – the event in itself was rare – there was no doubt that the girl would come out of it blushing. Not that he ever initiated physical contact between them, anyway. More often than not, he’d be the one trying to avoid the physical contact, since he was rather protective of his personal space and who was allowed into it and when. Obviously, though, he’d decided to make this an exception, since it was Nagi and all. And because she obviously wasn’t getting enough to eat – ugh it was so annoying. Could the girl really do nothing without him? Evidently she’d taken a turn for the worse during the time she’d been gone. All the more reason he should be angry at her for not seeking his presence – she’d gotten underweight. Honestly, he really shouldn’t leave. Maybe he’d be able to forgo having a lady, just like he forwent regular attire.
The girl’s lips curled into a smile briefly before the small amount of emotion was immediately gone. "Don't worry about me, I have enough to eat already." Hmm, well, finally an answer that had any merit. Actually… ”Oh, really? You’re much too thin. Tch. You’re lying, aren’t you.” The last part was said more like a statement than a question, and Lucifer frowned, taking another drag from his cigarette. ”You never eat enough.” Honestly, he was acting like a mother hen. The man wondered what was wrong with him: one moment he was yelling at her and the next he was demanding her status and trying to inconspicuously determine her welfare. And the fact that her damned butler wasn’t there was really, really pissing him off, if his angry snapping moments later had anything to do with it. As he ranted on angrily, occasionally inhaling or exhaling, or tapping off the ash of his cigarette, he noticed that Nagi seemed to become irate; or, at the very least, annoyed.
He almost frowned at the fact that he couldn’t quite decipher her emotions as well as he used to – either he was losing his touch, or Nagi had managed to develop a poker face. Neither prospect seemed very pleasing – he was supposed to know everything about her, after all. Or perhaps that was stretching it a bit: when he’d been younger, he’d wanted nothing to do with her, although she’d managed to worm her way into his consciousness anyway, especially during the last two years when he hadn’t seen either hair or hide of her. It really was true that you never truly appreciated something until it was gone, and the man found he disliked the feelings of resentment and concern he’d felt after her disappearance immensely. Well, it wasn’t like Lucifer was about to let her disappear again. Not a chance, damnit – and if she ever disappeared again, he’d tear up the whole goddamn school just to make sure that someone hadn’t buried her under the ground. Like her butler, for instance. Pah, like he’d let someone bury her in the first place (he’d be the first to stamp “FAILURE” on his forehead if he did – either that or something much more derogatory.)
”Er…Luci, yes I do have a butler.” Oh? So she did, did she? Why was she stammering, then? She sounded unsure of herself. "And I was the one who left him. Listen, his name is Cedric and he's the best butler I have. And I'm doing fine with him, he knows what he's doing. So, please, stop worrying okay?" He felt irritation fluctuating in his veins again, and he refused to snap back at her, deciding he’d done enough of that for the time being. Instead he allowed himself to digest the words. ”Cedric, huh…” [/b] he muttered, more to himself than to Nagi, his silver gaze flickering to the floor as he inhaled more smoke from his cigarette, exhaling several moments later. The name rolled off his tongue something like a particularly foul swear, and he could feel his lips curling in disgust as he said it. Cedric. What an English name. A particularly gay one, too. Nagi, with a gay butler? The mere thought was revolting, it – wait. Why was he complaining about Nagi having a gay butler? That was simply splendid – Nagi’s butler being gay would mean that the girl wouldn’t be threatened by the possibility of something awful happening to her. Like the sick pedophile making a move on her or something equally as disgusting. It was then that Lucifer immediately decided that he would have to meet Nagi’s butler as soon as possible, merely to make sure that he was cleansed of all possible impurities and fucked up morals and that it was safe for him to be around Nagi. Which was entirely contradictory to his earlier rant of how Cedric – such a gay gay gay name! – should be around Nagi at all times. Oh, well, whatever was safer, he supposed. Inhaling smoke in a particularly satisfied manner, he opened his mouth to exhale and was about to ask her something akin to how her life at the Academy was so far, when suddenly his mind backtracked and clung to a particular part of the girl’s words, analyzed it, and immediately reported it as a potential problem. Realizing his mouth was still open, he clamped his jaw shut, fingers tightening around his cigarette. ”And I was the one who left him.”The gears in his mind were turning meticulously, slowly, analyzing and reanalyzing the words. What, exactly, would cause Nagi to leave her butler, go to the very deserted and very quiet ballroom, and sit in a very depressed and hunched-over manner in a corner? Oh, so he’d been wrong – the sick fucker wasn’t gay, and he’d likely made some move on the girl. Sick bastard – unbeknownst to him, he’d dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it rather savagely with his right foot, grinding it into the floor as if he wanted to pound it into oblivion. The thought that he was yet again jumping to conclusions never reached his mind – it never did, that was why he always jumped to conclusions, after all – and he, very carefully, coolly, and very articulately, asked, ”What exactly did this ‘Cedric’ do to make you leave, Nagi?”[/b] To say that he was thankful that the girl had given him her butler’s first name was an understatement. Now it would be much easier to find the sick, fucked up bastard and tear his limbs from his body and bury him under the school. Preferably while causing him as much pain as possible. His foot ground into the floor a little harder, the cigarette already a rather sorry mess on the floor, along with the first one.
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