Post by Kimiko on Sept 14, 2011 0:45:47 GMT -5
Don't expect this to be updated often and have it NOT be CHamiko XD This is the most recent chapter of a story I have on Fanfiction called Chase and Kimiko's infinite playlist. Cheesy, I know XD Just hush up and read the crappy story XD
She sat coiled up on the dirty ground. Mascara was running down her pretty face, staining her porcelain skin with streams of a dingy gray color, while her body was wracked with sobs. She clutched her little pink cell phone in her hands as if her life depended on it, her best friend Keiko on the other line. Without Keiko she’d probably go crazy. She needed someone to listen to her, someone who wouldn’t judge her or try to convince her to leave, but just listen.
Swallowing her sorrow she opened her mouth and continued her story.
They were arguing. Again. God only knows what it was about this time, hell if she could even remember herself. It seemed so stupid now. Petty jealousy on both ends, probably. The point was, the argument had begun, and when it began, it never ended well.
Kimiko made the grave mistake of threatening to leave him, more specifically, leave him for the monks again.
In a move neither really saw coming he was her by the throat against the wall, his massive hand consuming her small little neck, restricting her from breathing. She gasped and choked for air, trying with all her mite to kick and/or push him off of her. However, he was much bigger than she was, so it was no use, he could kill her if he wanted and she’d be helpless.
“You think they’ll take you back? After you betrayed them like that? Please. They hate you about as much as they hate me.” He growled. He didn’t know if it was true, nor did he care. Truth be told he was afraid of losing her, so he said the first thing that came into his head. Anything to keep her with him. Kimiko, however, did not realize this, perhaps she would have if she wasn’t zoning in and out of consciousness.
Chase removed his hold on her throat, causing her to drop to the ground, gasping desperately for air. A massive dark purple bruise had already formed on her neck. Another thing to cover up with make-up. She was still panting desperately, trying to sooth her burning lungs, as he watched her on the ground pitifully. Did he feel bad for doing that to the woman he claimed to love? Maybe, but he’d never let it show.
Kimiko did not take him seeing her as pitiful very well. While she was still exhausted, the persistent girl would not let him get away with that. She got up and marched over to him, biting back tears that stung her eyes. She raised her hand and attempted to bring it down to strike him, only for him to grab her wrist and stop it just in time. Gold met blue for a split second, so many emotions in their eyes that it was almost painful. Hatred, love, pity, anger, hurt. It was a battle to see who would break down and apologize first, who would be the weaker one and beg forgiveness?
Nobody got the chance to even do so before his grasp tightened on her thin wrist. She could have sworn he was this close to snapping it in two. He threw her to the ground roughly. He scoffed in dark amusement at her attempt to hurt him. Though her feisty attitude was something he loved about her, but if she didn’t keep it in check he’d have to teach her another lesson.
“Learn to control your temper.” He spat at her before turning to walk away.
She glared at him from behind. She wanted to incinerate him where he stood. He made her hate him so much that’s he could feel fire burning inside of her, just waiting to come out and hurt something, or someone.
She got up off the ground and grabbed the nearest thing she could, a very old, very FRAGILE, vase. It was a light blue color that Chase always said reminded him of her eyes. It had black dragons carved into it, coiling around the middle and gold trim at the top. It was so beautiful. Not a scratch was on the beautiful piece of pottery.
Well that just wasn’t fair.
Why should she be broken when the vase got to remain intact? She was just as beautiful as it, if not more, and yet she was so close to breaking down, shattering into a million tiny pieces.
She chucked the gorgeous urn at the wall farthest to her, watching as it shattered to the floor, a million glittering pieces of glass raining down upon the marble floor. Just as the remains of the vase crumbled to the ground, so did she, collapsing on the floor and sobbing in a pathetic heap.
“I don’t know what to do anymore Keiko.” She admitted, tears still streaming down her face. “I love him, so much, but I …I can’t keep going on like this.” She said. “We used to have such a great relationship, b-but now it’s like we’re so sick of each other sometimes we can’t even look at each other!” She said.
“Kim, I think you know what you have to do.” Keiko said in a serious tone of voice, something very un-characteristic of her.
“N-No! I can’t Keiko, you know I can’t! I…I mean I know I say I will sometimes, but I- I never mean it!”
“I think it’s time you start meaning it, Kimiko. Either you say goodbye or you continue living like this until it kills you.”
More tears came down as she realized her best friend was right. She had to leave, or risk getting killed. She got up and grabbed a suitcase from one of her drawers before coming back to the phone.
“I’m packing my things now.” She said to Keiko as she shoved random things into her luggage. She was in a hurry. If Chase found out she was leaving there’d be another argument.
“Good.” She said. Kimiko could almost hear her friend smiling on the other line.
However, fate obviously wasn’t on her side today, because just then the one she was trying her hardest to get away from entered the room. She turned away from him. If she allowed herself to look at him, no amount of pep talks from Keiko would be able to save her. She’d be under his spell again.
“I’ve gotta go.” She said.
“Is he there? Tell him to go f-” She was unable to finish her sentence before Kimiko slammed the phone shut.
“What?” She asked him, her voice going deafly quiet again.
Unlike before, his face was soft and caring, and not violent and evil. Not that she’d take notice of that, as she still refused to look at him. Had she decided to look at him she’d realize he was trying to apologize to her, something that was increasingly hard to do for him. He hardly ever apologized for anything he did. But when he did it was usually to her.
“I just came to-” He stopped in his tracks when he saw her half-packed bags.
“To what?” She demanded with her back still turned on him while her arms were crossed over her chest.
“What are those?” He demanded.
“Wh-what are what?” Right. Because playing stupid always works. If anything it only made him worse.
“You know what. Those. Where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed her and forced her to face him. As if he knew that he was her weakness.
“I-I don’t know.” She admitted. “But I’m not staying here. I can’t. It’s all become way too much and…and I don’t even know what to do anymore.”
“What? No. No, you’re not leaving.”
“You don’t have a choice!” She yelled, shoving him off of her. “It’s my decision, not yours!”
“I’m sorry for what I did, but why do you have to leave?!” He yelled in a harsh tone matching hers.
“It’s better than staying here! God it’s like we can’t even stand each other half the time!”
“But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other!”
“I know, but is it really worth it, Chase? We bring out the absolute worst in each other and you know it.” Though one could argue Chase was at his worst all the time.
“Yes, it is worth it.” He insisted, trying to pull her back into his arms. “You know I’m sorry.” He said. That was true…most of the time. But he was also known for saying it when he just wanted her to calm down. Yeah, he was a liar sometimes, but so long as it kept her here, he didn’t give a shit. So long as he still had her it made no difference. He’d lose his mind without her. “I love you.”
However, what he did not know was that most of the time, she saw through his lies. She saw what he really meant because she knew him so well. She let herself be deceived by him because it felt so damn good to have him with her. This was the reasons he allowed herself to be pulled back into him. What was the use in fighting it? No matter what, he’d always have all of her. Trying to resist was futile.
“I love you too.” She whispered, melting into his embrace.
Though their love was genuine, they both knew the destructive cycle would never end. Things would go back to the way they were soon enough. But it was a nice delusion that neither felt they wanted to disturb.
There you have it. Broken little Kimiko and violent Chase XD If you want me to upload Chapters 1-5 just say so XD
Chase and Kimiko’s Infinite Playlist
Chapter 6: I Love the Way You Lie
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Chapter 6: I Love the Way You Lie
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
She sat coiled up on the dirty ground. Mascara was running down her pretty face, staining her porcelain skin with streams of a dingy gray color, while her body was wracked with sobs. She clutched her little pink cell phone in her hands as if her life depended on it, her best friend Keiko on the other line. Without Keiko she’d probably go crazy. She needed someone to listen to her, someone who wouldn’t judge her or try to convince her to leave, but just listen.
Swallowing her sorrow she opened her mouth and continued her story.
They were arguing. Again. God only knows what it was about this time, hell if she could even remember herself. It seemed so stupid now. Petty jealousy on both ends, probably. The point was, the argument had begun, and when it began, it never ended well.
Kimiko made the grave mistake of threatening to leave him, more specifically, leave him for the monks again.
In a move neither really saw coming he was her by the throat against the wall, his massive hand consuming her small little neck, restricting her from breathing. She gasped and choked for air, trying with all her mite to kick and/or push him off of her. However, he was much bigger than she was, so it was no use, he could kill her if he wanted and she’d be helpless.
“You think they’ll take you back? After you betrayed them like that? Please. They hate you about as much as they hate me.” He growled. He didn’t know if it was true, nor did he care. Truth be told he was afraid of losing her, so he said the first thing that came into his head. Anything to keep her with him. Kimiko, however, did not realize this, perhaps she would have if she wasn’t zoning in and out of consciousness.
Chase removed his hold on her throat, causing her to drop to the ground, gasping desperately for air. A massive dark purple bruise had already formed on her neck. Another thing to cover up with make-up. She was still panting desperately, trying to sooth her burning lungs, as he watched her on the ground pitifully. Did he feel bad for doing that to the woman he claimed to love? Maybe, but he’d never let it show.
Kimiko did not take him seeing her as pitiful very well. While she was still exhausted, the persistent girl would not let him get away with that. She got up and marched over to him, biting back tears that stung her eyes. She raised her hand and attempted to bring it down to strike him, only for him to grab her wrist and stop it just in time. Gold met blue for a split second, so many emotions in their eyes that it was almost painful. Hatred, love, pity, anger, hurt. It was a battle to see who would break down and apologize first, who would be the weaker one and beg forgiveness?
Nobody got the chance to even do so before his grasp tightened on her thin wrist. She could have sworn he was this close to snapping it in two. He threw her to the ground roughly. He scoffed in dark amusement at her attempt to hurt him. Though her feisty attitude was something he loved about her, but if she didn’t keep it in check he’d have to teach her another lesson.
“Learn to control your temper.” He spat at her before turning to walk away.
She glared at him from behind. She wanted to incinerate him where he stood. He made her hate him so much that’s he could feel fire burning inside of her, just waiting to come out and hurt something, or someone.
She got up off the ground and grabbed the nearest thing she could, a very old, very FRAGILE, vase. It was a light blue color that Chase always said reminded him of her eyes. It had black dragons carved into it, coiling around the middle and gold trim at the top. It was so beautiful. Not a scratch was on the beautiful piece of pottery.
Well that just wasn’t fair.
Why should she be broken when the vase got to remain intact? She was just as beautiful as it, if not more, and yet she was so close to breaking down, shattering into a million tiny pieces.
She chucked the gorgeous urn at the wall farthest to her, watching as it shattered to the floor, a million glittering pieces of glass raining down upon the marble floor. Just as the remains of the vase crumbled to the ground, so did she, collapsing on the floor and sobbing in a pathetic heap.
“I don’t know what to do anymore Keiko.” She admitted, tears still streaming down her face. “I love him, so much, but I …I can’t keep going on like this.” She said. “We used to have such a great relationship, b-but now it’s like we’re so sick of each other sometimes we can’t even look at each other!” She said.
“Kim, I think you know what you have to do.” Keiko said in a serious tone of voice, something very un-characteristic of her.
“N-No! I can’t Keiko, you know I can’t! I…I mean I know I say I will sometimes, but I- I never mean it!”
“I think it’s time you start meaning it, Kimiko. Either you say goodbye or you continue living like this until it kills you.”
More tears came down as she realized her best friend was right. She had to leave, or risk getting killed. She got up and grabbed a suitcase from one of her drawers before coming back to the phone.
“I’m packing my things now.” She said to Keiko as she shoved random things into her luggage. She was in a hurry. If Chase found out she was leaving there’d be another argument.
“Good.” She said. Kimiko could almost hear her friend smiling on the other line.
However, fate obviously wasn’t on her side today, because just then the one she was trying her hardest to get away from entered the room. She turned away from him. If she allowed herself to look at him, no amount of pep talks from Keiko would be able to save her. She’d be under his spell again.
“I’ve gotta go.” She said.
“Is he there? Tell him to go f-” She was unable to finish her sentence before Kimiko slammed the phone shut.
“What?” She asked him, her voice going deafly quiet again.
Unlike before, his face was soft and caring, and not violent and evil. Not that she’d take notice of that, as she still refused to look at him. Had she decided to look at him she’d realize he was trying to apologize to her, something that was increasingly hard to do for him. He hardly ever apologized for anything he did. But when he did it was usually to her.
“I just came to-” He stopped in his tracks when he saw her half-packed bags.
“To what?” She demanded with her back still turned on him while her arms were crossed over her chest.
“What are those?” He demanded.
“Wh-what are what?” Right. Because playing stupid always works. If anything it only made him worse.
“You know what. Those. Where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed her and forced her to face him. As if he knew that he was her weakness.
“I-I don’t know.” She admitted. “But I’m not staying here. I can’t. It’s all become way too much and…and I don’t even know what to do anymore.”
“What? No. No, you’re not leaving.”
“You don’t have a choice!” She yelled, shoving him off of her. “It’s my decision, not yours!”
“I’m sorry for what I did, but why do you have to leave?!” He yelled in a harsh tone matching hers.
“It’s better than staying here! God it’s like we can’t even stand each other half the time!”
“But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other!”
“I know, but is it really worth it, Chase? We bring out the absolute worst in each other and you know it.” Though one could argue Chase was at his worst all the time.
“Yes, it is worth it.” He insisted, trying to pull her back into his arms. “You know I’m sorry.” He said. That was true…most of the time. But he was also known for saying it when he just wanted her to calm down. Yeah, he was a liar sometimes, but so long as it kept her here, he didn’t give a shit. So long as he still had her it made no difference. He’d lose his mind without her. “I love you.”
However, what he did not know was that most of the time, she saw through his lies. She saw what he really meant because she knew him so well. She let herself be deceived by him because it felt so damn good to have him with her. This was the reasons he allowed herself to be pulled back into him. What was the use in fighting it? No matter what, he’d always have all of her. Trying to resist was futile.
“I love you too.” She whispered, melting into his embrace.
Though their love was genuine, they both knew the destructive cycle would never end. Things would go back to the way they were soon enough. But it was a nice delusion that neither felt they wanted to disturb.
There you have it. Broken little Kimiko and violent Chase XD If you want me to upload Chapters 1-5 just say so XD
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