how crazy, [o]

[KATSURAGI TERU]

*♥---katsuragi teru,
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
PITY THE WORLD, OR ELSE THIS GLUTTON BE

TO EAT THE WORLD'S DUE, BY THE GRAVE AND THEE
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Ahh, what a drag. Teru swore he had felt his bones ache when he woke up this morning. Normally it was a sign of some foreboding dread or misfortune that would occur throughout the course of the day. However, as how unfortunate, there usually was no telling on how bad things can get sometimes. And because he particularly wasn't much of a morning person, these symptoms of a bad day merely placed Teru in an ill mood for the rest of the day - which, in fact, may have contributed to the mess and fuss that resulted not too long afterwards. To reiterate, Teru often liked to hang out around Roppongi until it was literally breaking dawn, only to haul himself back into his home in Shinjuku and doze off the mornings. But not today. Why? Because the constant messaging tones he kept receiving from Misaki deterred him from gaining any ounce of sleep.

Groggily flipping through the massive amounts of repeated texts he received from her, Teru's tired eyes captured the tidbit of an invitation she was calling him out for. Said that she wanted to talk. He couldn't blame her, especially with how he was ignoring her the past few days. Despite not wanting a confrontation, he pushed himself out of his covers, and attempted to be a nice person for once and got himself ready in response to her calls. Yes, perhaps being nice might counter against that feeling of omen lingering around in the atmosphere.

By half past noon, he was out the door, dressed casually in with a tinge of flavorful style, and was riding the subway down to Ueno.

'Why the hell does she want to meet at Shinobazu? I can't be assed to bus myself here everytime she wants to go someplace fucking romantic.' He cursed silently in his mind, his mood souring as he trudged through the the entranceway of Ueno Park, where several other people came strolling in and out through at the same time. The pond was still far in the distance, smack dab in the center of the park. Teru's face darkened. 'Dammit Misaki, whatever you've gotta tell me, it better be important...'

After circling one side of the Lotus Pond for a good ten minutes, Teru was well on his way as he power-walked towards the inward island that was dedicated to some syncretized goddess what's her face - oh right, Benzaiten. Not caring if meeting at the main island was beneficial or significant about one point or another, he hurried as fast as he could until he caught sight of the auburn-honey brown hair. The young woman quickly turned to him upon his arrival, batting her lashes for a quick moment before breaking into a soft smile. "Teru-kun. I was waiting."

"Yeah, I know." Teru replied quickly, dropping into a seat beside her by the bench. "You called me out while I was sleeping. What's the deal?" He asked dissipatedly with a tinge of scorn, and she immediately frowned in response. "You know, you wouldn't be sleeping at eleven in the morning if you didn't go home drunk every night."

"I don't let loose every night, you know." Teru replied tightly, cupping his chin. "But I'm not joking, let's cut the shit - what do you want?"

Misaki gripped the edge of her purse. "Lately, I don't feel like we're a couple. A... sempai from work asked me out recently, and asked me if I was seeing someone."

Teru yawned. "So?"

"I didn't even know how to answer him. Are we going out? Or are we not? You ride me up, made me feel like I'm someone worth something to you, and then you cut connections. I feel like we're total strangers to each other now. So - what am I to you, exactly?" Teru didn't expect her to dissolve into angry tears halfway through her rant. Sighing sickly to himself, he turned away, exhaling tiredly.

"...uhm, I don't think we're going out. At all." He replied flatly, watching her eyes grow wide at his half-assed response. Misaki quickly got up, before tearing off the silver trinket that was wrapped snugly around her left wrist. Dangling it in front of Teru's face, she hastily wiped at her tears, her expression dark, angry, and red. "Do you see this, Teru? You bought it for me. I don't need it now." Throwing it into the icy-deep waters of the pond, she then quickly gave him hard slap on the cheek before storming off, tears pouring down her face continuously. Teru leaned back on the park bench, letting the pain pass on his cheek as the cold wind caressed it with its nursing breeze.

"Ahhh... how crazy." He muttered, letting a hand slide over his eyes in fatigue. This day was turning out to be horrible, as expected.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

*TAGGED, open
*WORDS, 799
*MUSIC, witch of occultic, ayumu
*NOTES, ye'owch.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

[KANAAN FAKHIR]

----------------------------------------
but if i keep going crazy like this
you’ll change me into something bad

[/color]
----------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center]

Ugh. Fakhir was not a morning person. No, not in the slightest. This was more than obvious as the teenager grumbled in protest as his older sister peeled his sheets away from his body, scolding him for sleeping in so late. "Fakhir, get out of bed right now. It's nearly noon! You're such a lazy, good for nothing -- " Yeah, he'd stopped listening. Apparently, his sister - Nadia - had realized this and, in her frustration, rolled up a magazine and began swatting at him while she proceeded to tell him off in rushed Arabic. Scowling, Fakhir finally opened his eyes to glare at her, swiping at the magazine like an angry cat in the hopes of discouraging her hostility. "I'm awake, I'm awake! For fuck's sake -- ow!" She had hit him again for swearing. The woman seemed satisfied with the fact that he was actually moving and talking, though, and told him to get dressed. According to her, he had a delivery to run for her. Though he'd objected loudly, reminding her that he was not her errand boy, there was no getting around it. Oh well. It was probably for the best. Otherwise, he would have lazed in bed all day. Wait, how was that bad? It was better than going outside when it was so damn cold. He really wasn't a fan of winter weather.

Sluggishly, the Egyptian dressed himself and preened in the mirror for a few minutes before grabbing the envelope Nadia was practically ready to shove down his throat. "And hurry back. We need to talk about some important family issues," she'd said as he pulled on his jacket and headed out the door. He was not in the mood to discuss college, getting a job, and paying for the repairs on his damaged motorcycle. In fact, he was never in the mood to talk about those things, especially with his overbearing older sister. Ever since their parents had died, she'd stepped up to take charge and, to be honest, Fakhir had come to the conclusion that their alcoholic father had often been more tolerable to live with than she was. Whatever the case, he would not be hurrying back. He'd just feed her some lame-ass excuse. The tactic seemed to work just fine more often than not.

Because his beloved motorbike was in the shop for repairs, he was forced to take the subway to Ueno, where he was supposed to meet up briefly with one of Nadia's anthropologist contacts working at the zoo part-time. Disgruntled from being bothered to wake up when he'd had a rough night (which he'd been hoping to sleep off), Fakhir was uncharacteristically reserved as he let the train take him to his destination. He was usually eager to sit close beside a handsome stranger or chat up a naive-looking student, but not right now. This was not his element; he was tired, groggy, and unimpressed with the day's boring agenda. What would he do once he passed on this stupid envelope? Go admire the cute little animals at the zoo? He'd rather put them on a stick and roast them over a warm fire... and that was saying a lot, since the young man was a vegetarian. Well, he'd never been boring, even in a lethargic state of mind. He'd surely find something to interest him while he went about avoiding the trip home to his bossy sister and his lonely little room. Really, he didn't have it that bad, but he was a guy who thrived in excitement and thrill. In a way, he was an adrenaline junkie, always wondering when he'd get his next fix. He just happened to favor sex and sensual contact as his preferred poison. And, despite his grumpy scowl and sour mood, he'd always want another hit... oh, just one more...

He moved at a surprisingly brisk pace once he left the station in Ueno, hands stuffed in the pockets of his tight black jeans as he kept the envelope snug under his arm. It didn't take long to make the delivery. The anthropologist was in a hurry and was glad to take the envelope and be on his way. Which left Fakhir with... nothing to do. He groaned, certainly fitting the mold of the stereotypical teenager; quick to lose interest and complaining whenever this was so. He figured it might help to walk, however, and decided to take a stroll around the Pond nearby. Might as well. He had nothing better to do.

The blonde was still frowning as he walked along, occasionally glancing at the lilies in the water. This place certainly was pretty, but pretty had never really suited Fakhir's style. Not completely, anyway. He may have grown his hair long and had a more delicate facial structure, but he wasn't effeminate in mindset. He preferred excitement and energy; the rush of a thrill like mischief or danger. He certainly wasn't going to find any of that here. Oh well. What else was he supposed to do to waste time? As he made his way to the island at the middle of the Pond, fingers playing with one of the gold earrings dangling amongst his light hair, he noticed something out of place for such a serene setting. He paused, having heard the oh-so-obnoxious sound of a woman's telltale scolding. Lovely. Trying not to seem too interested, he pretended to observe some aspect of the shrine as his eyes slowly peered over at the scene he'd stumbled upon. Apparently, the young woman was quite upset over something her "companion" had done. Typical. Women were so predictable. Fakhir had to keep himself from rolling his eyes as he inconspicuously noticed her throw a trinket in the water followed shortly by the smack of skin against skin. Oh. She'd slapped him. How charming.

He knew well enough to stay out of business that didn't concern him, but the sneaky teen was often as illogical and impulsive as he was reasonable and calculating. Perhaps even more so, actually. And, as he glanced over his shoulder at the man on the bench, he figured the poor guy could use some cheering up. But didn't the fact that he'd just been dumped by a girl mean he wouldn't be interested in Fakhir's usual manner of reassurance? Possibly. This, however, was not going to discourage the bemused blonde. He took a moment before approaching, deciding that it'd be best to give the stranger a few minutes to himself. Oh, yes, he could certainly be a considerate creature when it suited him. But he had hopes for this encounter. This could present him with an opportunity to shed his boredom and bad mood for something far more fitting for one so confident and calm. He advanced upon the bench in languid, unhurried strides and sat himself beside Teru without so much as an invitation. "Trouble in paradise?" he asked softly, one corner of his mouth curved into a subtle half-grin. It probably wouldn't do to seem too amused, after all. "You're probably better off without her, anyway. Not that it's really my business..." In Fakhir's opnion, all men were better off without women. But, as was probably wise, he'd decided to keep that opinion to himself. It was far too early in the game to scare off his new, attractive item of interest.

---

notes; ffff. i ramble too much. sorry. D:
word count; 1197
listening to; abracadabra - brown eyed girls
muse; i'm tired. muse is bleh? idk. /pouts

[KATSURAGI TERU]

*♥---katsuragi teru,
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
PITY THE WORLD, OR ELSE THIS GLUTTON BE

TO EAT THE WORLD'S DUE, BY THE GRAVE AND THEE
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

He mentally made a note to himself in the future, that he would think twice before buying something expensive for a girl he wouldn't even bother to keep. 'Well, it was worth a shiny dollar in my pocket. I'm not endlessly rich.' He thought sorely, wondering if it was still possible to retrieve the bracelet. Judging by how deep the pond was, and seeing as how it was the middle of winter, it probably was impossible. Come by next spring and go for a little swimming expedition? That would be illegal. He could go to the park officials and request them to find it for him - but he was feeling a bit pissed about the whole thing anyway, and the bracelet just reminded him about the hell Misaki had just given him.

So, he continued to sit on the bench, too tired to really do anything but let his mind think feebly with the low energy it was running on. The picturesque scenery did little to soothe the quiet anger that was budding inside of him, and as the more Teru thought about what to do now - it subsided a little, before budding furiously again with all the thoughts of his screw-ups and how much he lied about trying to 'better himself' or some shit like that. He knew he was a jackass when it came down to relationships - he liked to dominate over the flocks of women that came running to him like sheep, wrapping his little finger all around them before he discarded them after he was done and through. Was it a bad habit? He thought about that. Women were in a general sense, cheap - they were just as wild and depraved for sex as men are, and someone like him is more than enough to satisfy their desires. However for him - he had some sort of purpose, he supposed. After going through woman after woman, he wasn't sure what he was hunting for - perhaps a special quality that would assure him of his own orientation?

Or was he just pursuing something that's futile? Perhaps he should change his target? Eat up a new certain type of prey? Teru didn't quite know. Women - well, at least the rare kind - the ones that don't give a damn if you cheat or not; not because they were whoring around with other men as well, but because they understand your needs and wants, and respect that - but he's yet to find a woman who's that plus a good deal smart about things. Most of the girls he'd played with fell underneath the general categories between naive and dumb.

So what now? Teru wiped his face with his fingers roughly tiredly, before glancing up at the sound of footsteps nearing. A young man - perhaps still around his last years of high school - crowned with pale hair and dark skin came sidling into view, his fine features strikingly different from all the other Japanese faces Teru's seen day in and day out. His dark eyes were transfixed upon this newcomer - some sort of ephemeral attraction flicked on inside of his system, and Teru's brow arched upwards subtly, his head in a slight tilt as he quietly listened to the boy's smart comments as he observed. It seems like this rascal's run into the whole scene of drama climax when Misaki dumped him, Teru noted. Not that he cared - being dumped publicly wasn't something that irked him, as he might as well feel with his devil-may-care attitude.

"Hnn. You're right, I probably was drunk when I took her back then." He refrained a chuckle, letting a finger scrape the side of his temples gently. The boy - the young man, seemed to sympathize with him quite readily. It intrigued Teru. "And I suppose you've had your fair share of women woes? Or, perhaps they're just not your thing?" He asked carefully, letting his dark eyes cast themselves over the teenager as wisps of his short hair spiking upwards in a sudden updraft. Why did he add that extra comment? He wasn't being accusatory - it was, simply because he himself didn't know if he wanted women - or men. Finding someone in a similar predicament might... help sway his opinions.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

*TAGGED, fakhir, open
*WORDS, 718
*MUSIC, wedding dress, taeyang
*NOTES, ugh, fail post. i'll try to whip up something interesting with the next one.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

[KANAAN FAKHIR]

----------------------------------------
but if i keep going crazy like this
you’ll change me into something bad

[/color]
----------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center]

When was the last time he'd actually been in a relationship? A real relationship? Hm. Good question. Occasionally, Fakhir would find himself wondering when he'd last had a real boyfriend with real commitment. Had it been months? A year? He didn't really care enough to think on it for very long. Half the reason he even went out with some of the men he'd dated were only so he could get in their pants. Once he'd had a few rounds of good sex, he usually lost interest. Usually, anyway. He was sure there'd be a few rare gems out there that would hold his attention for longer. He just had to sort them out of the dirt, as it were. Tedious, yes, but he was certain it'd be worth it in the end. Not because he craved a deep connection with another human being, but because he had one hell of a sex drive and he wanted someone around who could keep up with him. In some strange way, though, Fakhir probably did secretly long for someone to have all to himself. If that was so, however, it was well hidden or possibly not even apparent to the lusty teenager. One would be wise to bet on the latter. Fakhir wasn't exactly keen on getting in touch with some of his deeper emotions any time soon.

Often had he been asked questions concerning his sexuality, though. Not that he was shy or ashamed of it, but it amused him when people showed interest in his sexual history. Usually, he was asked when he'd decided to come out of the closet. What a silly question. Truth be told, Fakhir had never really been in the closet to begin with. Sure, it wasn't as though he was born completely aware of his sexual orientation, but he hadn't tried to hide or deny it once he'd figured it out. While all the other boys in his classes at school had begun to grow interested in girls, he'd just turned his nose up at them. Then, more by instinct, he'd ended up making a move on one of his friends. Yeah, it hadn't exactly taken him a while to sort it all out. And, once he had, he'd just shrugged and accepted it. Women had always annoyed him anyway, having been raised, for the most part, by an overbearing older sister who only seemed to nag him constantly. He hadn't actually been that surprised when he'd realized he liked men. Besides, there was almost a strange sort of satisfaction he got whenever he seduced a man into bed with him. Not from the sex alone, but from the fact that he could actually persuade men to sleep with him, even when they seemed more inclined to favor females. It was an odd thing to explain, but he took pride in it. In fact, he took great pride in everything he was. Arrogant? Why, yes. Egotistical? Very much so. But he was also eager to show his various bedbuddies a good time. He didn't want them to ever forget his name.

It was safe to say that the Egyptian already liked having this man's eyes locked on him. Something inside him stirred into life; a fire flickering with the first few sparks. Ah, yes. He knew this feeling well enough. But he couldn't help it, particularly where this dark-haired stranger was concerned. Though they hadn't even exchanged proper dialogue, there was an interest plucking at Fakhir's concentration as he eyed his company very much like a cat tends to peer at a fish in its bowl. And, very much like a cat in that scenario, he planned to dip his claws in to take what he wanted. Sooner or later, anyway. He was as relaxed and languid as ever, radiating confidence with his small half-grin curving into something of a haughty smirk as his odd-colored eyes observed the man's face and each subtle detail. He certainly liked what he saw. Masculine, but not thuggish; built well but not too brawny or intimidating. Mm. Yes, Fakhir could definitely work with this. Already, his disgruntled mood was shifting into better spirits and he couldn't help but chuckle softly as he heard him say something about being drunk when he'd taken the obnoxious young woman who had stormed off not too long ago. "It happens," he said, shrugging his lean shoulders. "Alcohol doesn't often help with making good judgement" Oh... not that he would know, of course. Because he was clearly underage and knew it was wrong to drink. Uh... right...

Upon hearing the man wonder aloud of his own experiences with women, the blonde had to suppress a loud laugh. Instead, he just broadened the grin along his face, leaning his head back slightly as though to get a better look at this new face. His kohl-lined eyes seemed to light up as he was gently questioned about his "preferences." It wasn't often that he met someone who was willing to ask him something like that, since most men seemed keen on dodging the subject entirely. It was a shame that so many attractive guys were so set on wasting away on the arm of a woman who wouldn't be able to satisfy them. What did straight men see in those loud, needy shrews? Ah, but perhaps this man was different? Hm. He looked older, but not by much. Age, however, had never discouraged the exotic teen. In fact, he seemed to have a taste for older men. They were usually more experienced, after all. And this one... well, he was already doing a good job of drawing the Egyptian in like a moth to the flame. Perhaps he was just what the caramel-skinned foreigner had been hoping to run into. One of Fakhir's slender eyebrows raised a little to give his face an amused expression. Oh yes. He was amused, all right. Pleasantly amused. "Mm. I can't be bothered with women. They're... not my type." Well, if that didn't make it obvious enough that he was gay, he'd just have to start coming onto him to prove it properly. Not that he wasn't fond of that option, though.

A hand of his began to fiddle with one of his earrings again, idly twisting the gold between his long fingers out of odd habit. He kept his eye on his new item of interest, already aware of how his mood was changing for the better. This was promising, then. Very promising. "What about you, hm? Obviously you've experienced a woman's touch, but is that the only kind you know?" He knew he could have been speaking a bit forward, but he didn't like dancing around the subject. Though he loved being a tease with some matters, there were others he liked to be blunt and straightforward with. "I'm Fakhir, by the way. Kanaan-san, as I've often been called here. Weird Japanese honorifics..." Might as well give the handsome devil his name. Couldn't hurt, right? And if it did... well, Fakhir was a masochist. He'd probably get a good kick out of it. He hadn't meant to add his somewhat bitter slip of the tongue at the end of his introduction, though. Oh well. Honestly, he had nothing against the Japanese. But he wasn't native and was still amused with some of their customs and quirks. Every culture was different, he supposed. And if the men were as intriguing and handsome as this one, then he really didn't have much to complain about.

---

notes; seriously. i need to stop rambling about things no one cares about.
sorry, storm. less-cluttered posts are soon to come, i promise. D:
word count; 1256
listening to; twisted transistor - korn
muse; kindasorta? hn.

[KATSURAGI TERU]

*♥---katsuragi teru,
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
PITY THE WORLD, OR ELSE THIS GLUTTON BE

TO EAT THE WORLD'S DUE, BY THE GRAVE AND THEE
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

In all of his past relationships since the eighth grade, Katsuragi Teru obviously had experienced the ups and downs on both sides of the rainbow spectrum. He also remembered the first girl he went out with - and how their crummy relationship ended after one and a half months. It was then during that period he realized how superficial alot of women were - and if he could be anymore spiteful - a majority of women he knew, met, or even simply bumped into in the streets, usually didn't have the best personalities in the world. And, while they were frightfully vengeful, obsessive, clichéd and often chatted his eardrums deaf, there was some sort of genetic adrenaline that pumped inside of him around them. Women. They weren't really fascinating... but strip down the clothes and you get your night's worth of pleasure.

So what was he? Some sort of sex machine that goes around trying to get into every girl's pants? Teru wouldn't deny this, but he would argue, that what he was doing was some sort of self-righteous act to find someone worth... loving for his entire life. That, and mostly figure out the enigma he is to himself. Sounds like an excuse though, he wouldn't deny that either - but a man's gotta get the time of the day whenever they need it. In Teru's case, it's just whenever he feels like it. So far, he's gone through a week without fucking anyone, and it sucks so far. With the new agenda he was given from his professors, whipping up some fabulous new piece of design wasn't exactly easy when your phone's batteries are about to expire from a massive overload of text messages sent from ex-girlfriends demanding answers for their relationships being broken off. Okay, that was mostly his fault as well.

But so what? It's not like there was some sort of law prohibiting him to settle with one woman. And not caring if he was going to play the role of a villain everytime he's got his cock wounded up in some other woman, Teru simply continued his lifestyle of fucking multiple girls at once. He dated with some of them, but they were mostly flaky, shallow relationships. Which got Teru wondering how on earth he managed to last all these years by putting up with their affairs. "I suppose you're right; an adult like myself should be a bit more... responsible about things like this." He replied cheerfully, holding back a grin even though the corners of his mouth were tugging upwards in a faint smile. Most definitely he should take his advice the next time he went around drinking... and... philandering.

Upon hearing the lad stating his opinion about how women were only a dash of importance (or perhaps not even; they were more of a burden than a boon) to him, Teru had to laugh then, but it was more of a whole-hearted laugh than a mocking one about the man's premises. "Women are a god-awful bunch to handle, that's true. Some of them are a bit more jewel-like than the majority, but I see your reasons for who you are." Teru simply returned the words kindly, feeling the prickling, needle-like sensation fleeing his cheek, which on the contrary was turning numb. "They whine, they bicker, they want to know what you're doing every morning, afternoon, and evening, and they expect you to return their calls as soon as possible." Teru sighed, flipping open his phone and scrolled through his list of contacts, promptly deleting Misaki's mail address and number off the list. "But still, I stay with them for the benefits. Some of them turn out to be amusing... some not so much." Why was he explaining all of this? Well, it didn't really matter, maybe it was some form of justification he was willing to give to this tanned male, and as curious as Teru was about him, he had a feeling that the male in question was just as curious.

Woman's touch? It wasn't like he was completely... straight. He was for the most part, but he'd had a few... encounters with people of the same sex. "Woman's touch, eh?" Teru chuckled a little, sidling his eyes over the light-haired boy's feminine face. "I've had encounters with the other side, if you really want to know." Easing himself up from the bench, he straightened out his stiffened limbs, feeling a tinge bothered for being the single one relaxing on the cold bench. Not that it was really r&r material, he had mentally taken note of. "I'm Katsuragi Teru. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kanaan. Though I guess you'd feel strange if I called you that, huh? Is Fakhir alright?" Feeling his exuberant personality pushing itself back out into the surface, Teru extended a hand out in greeting, his mouth stretched into a modest smile.

That was, until a rustle of sound came from behind, and the next thing Teru knew was that he couldn't see Fakhir anymore, and was stumbling over by the side, with something... latched onto his back. Craning his neck back, he was fairly surprised to see a somewhat familiar face in his view of vision, but made no effort to voice his displeasure with having the wind knocked out of his lungs.

"Teruuuuu..." The voice came, albeit muffled from the flaps of his jacket. Standing back up with a disgruntled look upon his face, he wrenched a pair of hands from his mid-waist, looking scornfully back to see who it was. "M-Misaki?! What the hell are you doing back here, I thought you - " Silenced when she looked back up at him with doe-like eyes, she attempted to squeeze him in her arms. "Teru, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me... I was mad, and things at work weren't going well, and I know I said all those things from before and I threw that bracelet out, and I just kept thinking about you, and I - I can't help it, I'm sorry..." She blubbered all over, staining his once-pristine dress shirt with tears. Teru cast a strained, apologetic glance over to Fakhir, before looking down at the mass of honey-dyed hair that was glued onto his chest.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

*TAGGED, fakhir, open
*WORDS, 1048
*MUSIC, together when.. x CO-FUSION mix by ayumi hamasaki
*NOTES, dun dun dunnn.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -