Post by kumorinight on Aug 7, 2008 20:30:35 GMT -5
She was dressed quite stylishly, normally. In fact, if you looked at her oversizes black jacket, white button-up long-sleeved collared white shirt, red fingerless gloves, with a red and black speckled tie hanging loosely from it, to the plaid red-and black miniskirt she had on, to her simple black shoes, she'd look like a completely normal schoolgirl. Thing is, she wasn't a school girl, or ordinary, for that matter. Yashima stared at her hands. A fern? A freaking FERN?she thought, inspecting the design that was etched into her skin. It was a fern that winded like a snake around her arms. There was a similar one under her eye. "What use is a fern, anyways?" she asked out loud. She pulled her long sleeves down, tugging on the fern antennae that hung from her short, straight black hair. She had long bangs, and a black beret that hid the antennae, but they still bothered her.
"Better than a starfish," came a voice from behind. Yashima jumped, to look at her friend, who seemed full of resent. They were in their home, about one week since /that./ Yashima inspected him. He was slender, with long, slightly wavy dirty blond hair and warm, though currently boken-hearted, hazel eyes, and slightly shorter than her. Today he was wearing a tube top that left his belly exposed, with a plaid green long-sleeved overcoat that was open, and an army-green fisherman hat that matched. His pants were blue jeans that were slightly too big for him. He was probably about six years younger than Yashima.
"Really, Fish-boy, people are going to think you're gay, dressing like that," she sighed.
"How do you know I'm not?" he retorted, then blushed slightly when he realized what he had implied. Yashima laughed.
"Fish-boy, you amuse me."
"Stop calling me that! I'm Maguro! Ma-gu-ro."
"Which means?"
Maguro sighed. He ducked his head. "Tuna..."
"Precisely, Fish-Boy." She smiled, then walked off to the "kitchen," humming to herself.
"I wonder why my parents named me that...?" Maguro murmured to himself.
Yashima said nothing, just started to chop away at the carrots. She remembered the situation a few years ago. She was heir to an absurdly large, multibillion sum of money from her parents, who were both cold-hearted snakes that she always despised. One day, she had found Maguro in a park, alone. He looked about four at that point; she was ten. He was dressed in tattered clothes, and was sitting on a swing, humming a sad-sounding lullaby to himself. He had nothing but the clothes on his back and his name. She had approached him because he seemed lonely. He was. He had no friends, no family, no parent, no reason to live. He became her first true friend. But alas, her parents didn't like him. "He's a commoner. Let him suffer in his place, and never talk to him again." But she had. And eventually, her mother found out. Shemade sure they never went to his park. And eventually, after four or five months, she stole about 50,000 yen worth of old jewelery, and came back, and ran away from home, and dragged Maguro with her. Her parents weren't even worried or phazed. "She'll come back. She's too stupid not to." They lived on the streets for a while, until a sweet young woman took them in. They lived happily together, as 'parent,' 'brother, and 'sister.' For five or six years, anyways. Then they came, messing everything up. They killed their beloved mother, and experimented with them. Yashima was the only plant of 100 attempts to survive;Maguro was the first un-blind Starfish expiriment. They were going to perform a lot of tests, and so the two devised a plan, somehow escaping, running back to the apartment they lived in to begin with. ("After all, who'd be stupid enough to go to the most obvios place again?" reasoned Maguro, always one with simple yet efficient ideas.) She scraped the carrots into the stew, feeling the now familiar guilt of not saving anyone else in the lab; There might have been two or three more, but not all. There wasn't enough time. They did vow, however, someday they'd go back. She shook the thoughts away, then smiled lightly. "Hey, ten minutes until food's ready. Set the table, will you?" She said the last sentence teasingly;they didn't have a table. They hardly had a home. Maguro laughed. The two sat on the couch to wait for the food.
"Y-You dress like a schoolgirl," Maguro muttered, and Yashima scowled. "Whatever. A gay and a schoolgirl's not too rare a find, eh?" They both smiled. Then Yashima jumped up. "Oh, crap, the stew!" Maguro laughed, knowing once again, Yashima had probably burnt the stew again. She had proven science wrong; it actually is possible to burn stew.
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Yay, done.-.-