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Post by Tori on Feb 7, 2007 19:52:04 GMT -6
In the middle of Ruana's dream, she was jolted awake. Her eyes flipped open like a light switch, and she stared at the ceiling. The sun wasn't out yet, the the sky was a dark blue rather than the midnight black. It must have been around five or six.
Wiping her forehead, Ruana sat up and reached over to stroke her slumbering feline, who raised his head slowly at her touch. "Morning, Ben," she whispered and rubber her eyes, trying to recall where she was. This wasn't the Hufflepuff Dorm.
Then she remembered and shighed, flopping backwards again. She remembered the thoughts she'd fallen asleep to and figured her feelings were pointless, so she forgot them for the time being. Sitting back up again, Ruana decided what she needed, and, throwing back the bedcovers, she shuffled groggily to the bathroom, where she closed the door ever so lightly and locked it slowly, twisting on the oil lamps.
The reflection caught her off guard. Something was different. She didn't loom like the old Ruana, and she hadn't noticed it the night before. She looked somewhat darker, less innocent. Hating it even more than she hated her old reflection, Ruana turned on the shower and undressed while she waited for the water to heat. Once it was hot enough, she stepped into the cascading bath.
The searing water stung her, but she liked the sting, because for some reason it didn’t hurt that bad. She rinsed away the stress of the previous days, and then the shampoo out of her soaking hair and burning eyes, and she watched the suds swirl down the drain.
She just stood there, for the hot water blanketed her in comfort. She was cold…always cold. It wasn't really a physical cold, but an inner, deep cold that seemed to have her shivering even in hundred degree weather. She normally slept with seven or more blankets and still would wake up with cold sweat on her face and body.
When she decided she was finished with her shower, Ruana turned off the water and wrapped a towel around herself, not bothering to redress. She suddenly didn't care about modesty, and exited the bathroom, heading for her bed where, after making sure Hisoka was still asleep, she let the towel fall and climbed back into bed to think.
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Post by bluebirdspride on Feb 7, 2007 20:17:23 GMT -6
"Demon."
"That's not my son!"
"You're better off dead."
"Kill it, Nagare!"
Cherry blossoms drifted by slowly as the young child curled into a ball, his green eyes dull and emotionless.
"O'kaa-sama... mama..." Hisoka murmured through his sleep.
"It's revolting! He's not my son! Demon!"
He was seven years old, his wheat-coloured hair lanky and greasy, dirt clinging and rags clinging to his body as he stared through the bars, feeling no trace of hope.
"Just kill it Nagare!"
"O'kaa-sama... O'tou-sama..." he whimpered. He didn't even know what he thought of his parents now.
Hisoka's eyes snapped open. He found his eyes wide and desperately searching, hands gripping GuShoShin painfully tight. Regaining his settings, Hisoka let out a heavy sigh of relief. He was in the hotel, away from them, away from the school... because he had murdered Muraki.
Hisoka groaned to himself, feeling the familiar guilt trip coming. He burried his face against GuShoShin, not even caring what the world or gods thought of him now.
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Post by Tori on Feb 7, 2007 20:42:46 GMT -6
There's another thing we have in common, Ruana thought when she saw Hisoka stir and murmur. She knew a bad dream when she saw one. She considered getting dressed, but the blankets just felt so good. She snuggled up closer to nobody. Benji meowed softly.
When Hisoka awoke, Ruana considered saying "Good morning. Sleep well?" But then stopped. She knew he hadn't, and she didn't want to talk. After all, she was naked. Before doing anything, Ruana whipped her arm around and grabbed a large t-shirt from her duffel bag, wrestling it on underneath the covers.
Just in case, she thought, feeling slightly better.
"Morning," she murmured at him groggily, leaving the "good" part out on purpose. "You hungry?" she asked. "There's a little kitchen over there, and I may be able to go into Diagon Alley for a little bit and buy some eggs or bread or something."
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Post by bluebirdspride on Feb 7, 2007 20:53:45 GMT -6
"Morning," Hisoka replied. "No, I'm not hungry... if you want anything though, go ahead."
With that, Hisoka fell silent once more, feeling no desire to speak or even move. He thought that if he ate he would just vomit it all back up again anyway.
Sighing inwardly, Hisoka's fingers fiddled with the red cap GuShoShin wore, wondering yet again why the hell a chicken was wearing a sailor's uniform and why Tsuzuki considered it a perfect gift.
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Post by Tori on Feb 7, 2007 21:11:22 GMT -6
Ruana sat up, her hair wet. She shook her head. "Nah, don't really feel like going out." Benji seemed to hoot. Ruana eyed him oddly then shook her head. "Weird cat..." she mumbled and plopped backwards again.
"Now what, 'Soka?" She asked, exasperated. "We're away, and safe for the time being." She rolled over and looked at him. "Do we just sit around all day?" She wasn't accustomed to being on the run or even away from some sort of guardian. Well, Hisoka counted, she guessed. After all, he was of age.
Ruana just then remembered something. Her birthday was coming up. That somewhat depressed her. Normally, her parents would send her cake and presents and a lot of different things, and now she would spend it in hiding. Well, at least she wasn't alone. At least she was with Hisoka.
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Post by bluebirdspride on Feb 7, 2007 21:22:01 GMT -6
"I don't know what to do," Hisoka replied honestly. "We don't even know if anyone's realised we're missing. But they probably would look here first..."
Hisoka frowned. What could they do, anyway? He was of age, so he needn't go back. But Ruana... well, why force her to a place she doesn't even want to be? That would be idiotic.
"Do you have any ideas what-so-ever? Because Pride I don't."
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Post by Tori on Feb 11, 2007 20:59:05 GMT -6
Still sitting up, Ruana drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her bare legs, shaking her head. "Not a clue," she replied, sighing. Suddenly something made her stomach twinge.
"You don't suppose," she began, "that we've been set up? THat this is a trap?"
But who would do such a thing?
Muraki.
Ruana felt nauseaus.
"This is just a thought," Ruana started again, "but maybe Muraki, like...put somebody under the imperiud curse then gave them polyjuice potion...so we'd kill them and leave...then he'd come after us when we're unprotected by the school."
The thought made Ruana want to go back to Hogwarts.
"You don't suppose that's the case, do you?"
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Post by bluebirdspride on Feb 14, 2007 5:08:00 GMT -6
"He's definately dead," Hisoka replied. "He left a curse on me, after that night... the marks have faded. Muraki'd never release it, so he must be dead."
Hisoka couldn't help but sigh. He never knew it could be so simple, but it had taken only Touda's fire to kill his mortal enemy, his rapist, the person who had put him through constant agony. It was almost a let down.
"We probably should get help, but... who'd help us?"
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Post by Tori on Feb 23, 2007 17:03:12 GMT -6
Ruana, sitting on the bed, looked at the window that was covered with a canvas curtain, letting in a minimal amount of light. "It seems too easy," she said breathily. "The way you spoke of him...it would seem he would have been harder to kill. Unless it takes a lot of strength to conjure the...Fooda thing or whatever you said it was called."
She sighed and fell back, misjudging her landing and smacking her head hard on the wooden headboard, sending a splitting pain through her head. Cursing loudly, Ruana bit her lip and whimpered until the pain subsided for the most part, grasping her head. "I dunno who'd help us," said Ruana, her voice wavering a bit from the sharp pain.
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Post by bluebirdspride on Feb 23, 2007 17:59:24 GMT -6
"Fuda," Hisoka corrected vaguely. He glanced away, subconsciously holding GuShouShin closer. "Aa, it was easier than it should have been. Demo... Muraki's older than he appeared. Much older. He has an ability... he drains life-energy from the people he kills. It prolongs his life and youth. I don't know what would happen if he went without it after depending upon it for so long..."
How could I kill the man who broke both me and Tsuzuki so easily? Muraki... had you given up?
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Post by Tori on Mar 3, 2007 23:18:10 GMT -6
((Sorry again that it took so long. Busy busy busy))
Ruana sat with her arms around her knees, her chin resting in the crook between the two of her knees, nodding as she listened. What would they do now? She watched the hands on the clock turn ever so slowly. "What now, Hisoka?" She paused, and repeated "What now?"
Without waiting for a response, she stood up, her nightshirt falling to her knees as she pulled some clothes out of her duffel bag and headed for the bathroom, emerging a few moments later in a pair of old blue jeans and a dark green sweater. "I'm going down to get some food and stuff so we can survive. Maybe look for a job so we can have money to BUY the food..." Smiling, Ruana slipped on her turquoise flats, picked up her brown canvas purse, headed for the door and paused with her hand on the doorknob, biting her lip.
What now?...do it! Where's Etholeka when you need her, dangit!
"I..." she paused, turning around. "I know..." she paused again, walking toward his bed and sitting down. "I know...well...hm..." Biting her lip still, Ruana fiddled with her fingers, knowing that what she was about to do could be a big mistake, but she knew she had to. Lacing her fingers through her hair, she glanced over at Hisoka, who was laying down still.
You shouldn't do this, Ruana. You really shouldn't. It could ruin EVERYTHING.
But then again, maybe it won't.
Yeah, but it could.
"Dammit," she said and leaned forwar and kissed him on the lips.
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Post by bluebirdspride on Mar 4, 2007 4:39:23 GMT -6
Hisoka eyes widened. Horror spread through him, surging so strong he couldn't even feel her emotions. He felt violated; like a doll. A mere object...
Without even a proper though, Hisoka shoved Ruana away, jumping from his bed and dashing blindly... into the closet. With a click, he locked himself inside, curling around his GuShouShin plushie. Images of cherry blossom petals and silver eyes flashed through his mind.
"Always, you'll feel only me inside you, my doll."
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Post by Tori on Mar 4, 2007 18:49:26 GMT -6
Feeling nothing but rejection again, Ruana stumbled when she was pushed away. Hating herself more than anything and too horribly ashamed to go apologize, she grabbed her purse once more and darted out the door, slamming it behind her.
Why the HELL did you do that?
Tears streaming wildly down her cheeks with emotions mixed with anger, shame and rejection, the girl streaked down the stairs and left the pub, all eyes on her. She hated everyone and thought mean thoughts to herself, cursing them all mentally.
Out on the street, it was warmer than the previous day, the sky was a blinding shade of blue and the melting snow glistened merrily. Ruana cursed the beautiful weather and headed for the food store, where she hastily gathered some bread, eggs, lunch meat, cheese, some drinks and a few things to snack on. Still crying, she hurried over to the counter, where a girl fresh out of Hogwarts peered sympathetically at Ruana.
"You okay, hun?" She asked in a soft, high-pitched voice. Ruana shook her head and sniffed, setting her armful of groceries on the counter. "Want to talk about it?" The would-be-chirpy cashier chided while adding up the prices on the labels. Again, Ruana shook her head.
The girl smiled at Ruana with pity. Ruana cursed her mentally, too. "Alright, hun. That'll be twenty three sickles and four knuts." Ruana searched through her wallet for a moment before coming out with the right combination of coins.
Without checking to make sure Ruana had put down the right payment, the cashier smiled at Ruana and put away the money. "Alright. Hope you feel better."
With a pained smile, Ruana grabbed the bag of groceries that the lady had prepared and turned for the door.
"Hey," the high-pitched voice called after her, and Ruana whirled around, only to be hit in the chest with a packet of tissues. "On the house."
Ruana forced another smile. "Thanks," she said quakily and left the store.
Now where do I go?
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Post by bluebirdspride on Mar 4, 2007 23:33:21 GMT -6
((By the way, I did NOT create the perverted line in the last post. Muraki actually does say that to Hisoka. )) Hisoka hated the dark. He hated confinement. He hated remembering the past. Sadly, Ruana's actions had brought him to face all three. The dark reminded him of the time he spent locked in the cells beneath his parent's house. Days, months and even years were spent hidden from view. He was only allowed to leave his holding after the sun had set. Confinement was because he never had freedom as a child, even before his gift was discovered. Being of a higher social class to others he had never been allowed to interact with other children. Right now, he was recalling the night he had almost died. The images and pain played continously and nothing he did seemed to turn it off. "...Tsuzuki..." Hisoka murmured. "Save me..." Hisoka brushed his face against GuShouShin. "I can't wait much longer... Tsuzuki... I miss you." I reacted like this with Tsuzuki, too. Even with... how much I love him... why won't Muraki ever leave my mind?
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Post by Tori on Mar 6, 2007 16:45:23 GMT -6
After buying a few more necessities in the Diagon Alley shoppes and using nearly the whole packet of tissues, Ruana grudgingly (and slowly) made her way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Upon entering, she noticed that many people had left, and the old mad at the counter's shift must have been older, for he was replaced by a woman with crazy-curly, obviously dyed red-orange hair. It looked like copper and it hurt Ruana's eyes. The woman noticed the girl's tears and smiled pitifully at Ruana. who held up her key through her armload of bags to show that she was headed up to her room. The middle-aged bartender nodded and Ruana slowly ascended the stairs, praying that Hisoka was either in the bathroom, still in the closet, sleeping, or just out. Opening the door ever so slightly, Ruana peeked her head inside and glanced around. Seeing it the same as it was when she'd left and no visible signs of Hisoka, she entered, setting the bags on the counter. As Ruana crossed the room to go to the bed again, she avoided looking at Hisoka's messy bed, where he'd scrambled out. Once in bed, Ruana lay down, warding off all emotions, for everything she'd felt in the past few days had cursed her in some way. The tearstains on her face seemed to rust her skin and she lay there, pretending to be asleep so if and when Hisoka came out of the closet (she'd figured he was still in there for she heard a slight bit of rustling) he would not talk to her. ((Pardon my out of the closet crack. I typed it before realizing it, and it made me cackle so I kept it. ] ))
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