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Miyako Fukui. indie oc

[b-umbleb-ee]

[catharticleader]

Eyes narrow at the intrusion of some stranger, as if putting the other under intense scrutiny. There didn’t seem to be any hidden ill intent in his words, but being cautious was an instinct that was hard to subdue. Instead of making assumptions however, he’d arrive at a conclusion of the other’s being through questioning. No punching random creeps; not yet. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten too hasty in judging a book by its cover. Clearing his throat, in case it would come out sounding a few octaves too high due to the disorientated feeling of being lost, he spoke in a grumble.

“Yeh, I could see that. ‘nd no, I’m totally not lost. I came here on purpose. I’m lookin’ fer something.”

[pxychonaut]

                 Miyako could tell that the other male was being cautious as if he were ready to spring into action if he were to even take a step towards him. It wasn't the first time that he had had people coming here like that, they didn't really trust the area and he didn't blae them. It was pretty scary here at night.

        “Looking for something? And what might that "something" be, hm?”

[temptingillusion-deactivated201]

The extended arm was greeted with her own as she shook his hand, placing it back to her lap soon afterwards. She had intended to take a walk around the area to relax a little but the company of the male was enjoying quite much. Playing all mysterious always seemed to amuse her. 

“Is it just one of those boring days and you decided to sit here with your food as company or did you get heart broken?”

[pxychonaut]

                 He let out a laugh. He was sure he would never feel what it felt like to be "heartbroken".

        “Don't you have to know how to love to get heart broken? Stuff like that is for idiots.”

[romanxer]

     Yukino grew up thinking you would only be happy if you had         and did certain things. If you did everything you could to be           perfect then your life would be perfect. If you had the rich          husband, the amazing job, then you would be happy. She           wondered if that was true. Was that love? Money, greed,          vanity. If that was the truth then she was actually the total       expert on it. But alas, that wasn’t really love. She was clueless.      He was attractive though, no doubt about it. And she liked that            he could keep up with her sass and fought back. The guys        who stared at her and worshiped her for her grace and beauty          were nice but, she knew it wasn’t real because it wasn’t her.

         "Hm? Is that so?" She put her finger to her lip as if she were            thinking. “Well that’s a shame.” She smirked, “I was really                           hoping you would at least have good tastes.”

[pxychonaut]

                 He took a step towards her, invading her space more than he should with a stranger. But she wasn't an ordinary stranger, she put up with a lot more than most people who knew for years would have put up with. For example, most people he knew would have pointed out and judged him for having yet another cigarette in such a short time span yet she didn't even have a reaction to it. She acted as though it were completely normal for someone to smoke that much and he admired her for that. He ran a finger against her cheek staring at her.

        “Could it be that you have fallen for me? Oh, how troublesome ~”

                 He backed away letting out a laugh. It had been such a long time since time since he had laughed this much. But it seemed that anytime she would open her mouth she said something amusing to him and he couldn't help but laugh.

[vaincxnt-moving-blog]

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               "I would be suspicious if you did" Anais giggled quietly and shrugged her shoulders, her fingertips lacing with his own and glanced forward.

                  “I’m sure that some sex shop should have it. Let’s go. Yeah?”

[pxychonaut]

        “Sounds good.”

                 He didn't know the area very well so he let her lead the way

[romanxer]

         Yukino didn’t really have friends or love interests, she          had her family but other then that nothing. Even them she       often pushed away so that she could study or be the perfect      student. They didn’t understand her, she was so different from          them all. Other then overall weirdness, she for sure got that      from her father. But true realtionships, she never had them. She                      felt it would never happen with how she was.

       Suddenly she put on a big grin, like she was going to say something             cute to him. But, that was not the case. She was a cute girl once             you got past the attitude and sass, but that’s not what she was          going for right now. All she did was laugh before saying, with the                                   biggest smile on her face, “You wish.”

[pxychonaut]

                 When he was younger he believed in love. He always wanted to have a girlfriend and get married and have that perfect "apple pie" life like his parents did. But due to everything that has happened in his life he threw those dreams away. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive, no matter how mean he was to her, it wasn't because he hated her. He hardly even knew her. He just got so much joy out of the reactions she had to the things he said. And he loved that she never backed down,

        “Sorry sweetheart, but that's the last thing I'd wish for.”

[romanxer]

      Yukino let out a laugh, covering her mouth at everything          he was saying. “Boyfriend? That would involve love and        romance. As if I would care about something so small and      stupid. I want none of that.” She pretended she only wanted  to get good grades and be perfect, but that was a lie. She wanted      to fall in love and meet someone. Of course she did. She was     fake though, always fake. Never herself because no one would   love the real her. So why try to get a boyfriend? He was right, no               one would find the way she is to be attractive at all.

      She leaned in with her face by his as well, not holding back or       backing down. “Could it be?” Yukino smirked, “The big bad boy       secretly wants to fall in love and is willing to give me love advice?             Now that’s funny, I didn't see that one coming. How cute.”

[pxychonaut]

                 Miyako and love were something that would probably never happen. Simply put he didn't know how to love. And he never let himself get close enough to anyone for him to fall in love with them. He would always distance himself from someone if he felt they were getting too close, because after Sora he decided it was better if he just didn't make friends, or find love.

        “Not a chance, so don't go falling in love with me. ~” 

                 He was only partially joking. He said it to tease her, but there was truth in it. Falling in love with him would only mean trouble for the person because all that would happen is they would end up hurt and alone.

[temptingillusion-deactivated201]

The man next to her became even more amusing as each second passed by, having said that she wasn’t going to fall for the pouting expression that easily. She was in a good mood though so she would grant his request accompanied with some more teasing. 

"Well I have a soft spot for handsome men begging me so…My name is Alexia." 

[pxychonaut]

                 His pout turned into a smile the moment she said her name. He loved the mystery but for some reason knowing her name satisfied him as though he had learned something that not many people knew. He extended his arm in order to shake hers.

        “Well, it's nice to meet you, Alexia.”

[romanxer]

     The funny thing was, Yukino did go to bed quite early. Not because         she was young or her parents made her, purely because she didn’t             her beautiful sleep. After all, she woke up everyday early in the        morning to study and get herself ready and presentable. 5am in the         morning to be exactly. She smirked though, nothing getting to her.           This guy is a amateur. “17 year olds do not have bed times, but I         know old men tend to fall asleep early no matter how hard they try.”                    She took a step towards him, a big grin on her face.

      "Should I help you across the street old man? I wouldn’t want you            to get hit by a car and break your delicate bones. That would be          such a shame.” People were looking at them funny as they passed,           one group of guys laughed and she glared to them. “What are you        looking at? Ya got a problem?” They looked kinda scared, and hurried                off. Yukino felt nothing but pride for being able to do that.

[pxychonaut]

                 He let his need win as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes lighting yet another one. He let out a laugh when the guys ran of with a scared look on each of their faces. He was impressed - not like he would ever admit that to her, but in his own mind he could say that he was. Stepping forward he leaned in closer bringing his face to hers.

        “You're never gonna get yourself a boyfriend acting like that. Boys will never find that attractive.”

                 He ignored her making fun of his age since now he knew her age and knew that he was only 2 years older than she was. 

[pxychonaut]

₥øτнεя, ƒατнεя..

                                         { …  Ｉ ＡＭ ＳＯＲＲＹ }

[pxychonaut]

I put an updates tab on my blog lets see if i can keep it updated lol

[temptingillusion-deactivated201]

The vampire hunter quirked an eyebrow in amusement as fingertips tapped the side of her chin, seemingly be in thought if she should comply to his request or not. Thin lips were pulled into the side as a smirk appeared on her face, tilting her head to the side. Usually she didn’t act in such a teasing manner with strangers but that one seemed to be special. 

“That I can but where’s the fun in doing that? Nice to meet you nevertheless Miyako.”

[pxychonaut]

                 She sure took mysterious to a whole new level. He didn't find it fair that he had shared his name and yet she wasn't willing to share hers. He playfully pouted in her direction to try and persuade her.

        “Pleeeaaassee?”

[romanxer]

    Yukino was most likely as cocky as the guy in front of her       was. Not that she would ever admit that she had anything      in common with him. But, it seemed like they were pretty         alike when it came to personalities. Maybe it was that        cockiness that made her stand tall and feel like he was   laying about her punch. I totally hurt him, sucker. One thing    was for sure. She was no weak girl, she was strong. So her  punches certainly didn’t match the hits like a girl saying. “Hm?     What was that? Why do old people always start to mumble        more and more as they get older? It’s very sad to see.”

           Maybe he was older then her by a bit, but she assumed it     wasn’t much. He has the maturity of a 5 year old. She thought     she was insulting him in her mind, but really she was insulting     the both of them. Since honestly, their personalities matched.     They were both acting like someone with the maturity of 12             year old, but she would never say that about herself.

[pxychonaut]

                 They were both acting like children. No matter how old either of them were they were both acting like middle schoolers right now. But that didn't matter to Miyako because he was having too much fun picking on the girl in front of him. They hadn't even exchanged names, all they have spent their time doing is spitting insults at each other, each time better than the last.

        “How cute, isn't your bed time coming up soon? It's getting pretty late might not wanna worry your parents.”

                 He leaned against the nearest wall, he was getting tired of standing up for so long and he was already ready to light another cigarette. Nut that would be the third one he had since they started talking and he didn't want her to say something about it. The last thing he wants is to be criticized by some kid. 

[pxychonaut]

◤ 01 ◢ - Nɪɢʜᴛ Tᴇʀʀᴏʀs

night ter·ror noun plural noun: night terrors feelings of great fear experienced on suddenly waking in the night.

                 Ever since the night that Sora died Miyako has had trouble sleeping and spends most of the nights drinking/doing drugs or surrounding himself with other addicts who don't sleep much either so that he has company. But when he does sleep it is always interrupted by the images of Sora calling out for him to help him, or even sometimes the images are of Sora laying there dead with Miyako standing over him as if he had just killed him (which goes with the fact he believes it's all his fault that Sora killed himself). He wakes up from these dreams screaming and crying and sweating and he's usually not where he had fallen asleep the night before. He has woken up in various places (parks, alleys, his backyard). He has never told this to anyone and usually just blames all of it on the amounts of drugs hes taken the night before or the amount of alcohol he consumed so that he doesn't have to explain his dreams to people — since he feels that no one would understand him.

[pxychonaut]

                             i was born a mistake,          but i was not put here on ａｃｃｉｄｅｎｔ.

[pxychonaut]

Sweet Girl:

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             "Heh~ Well unfortunetly I don’t own a maid costume, and I won’t ask if you do. Because that would be..odd. So come on, let’s go buy one"

She took the males hand and laughed quietly, glancing up to him. 

                 He allowed his hand to be grabbed though it was an unfamiliar feeling it made him feel..calm.

        “For the record I don't own a maids costume either.”

[vitaxmachina-archive-deactivate]

;ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

pxychonaut

           Of course this was the misfortune of the little Estonian girl—she didn't get to choose her future;; as much as she had wanted. Sometimes life was unfair—and that was just the by-product of living;; of existing. Today was the day she had been dreading for a long long time. Misha had to meet the person she was going to be forced to marry. Deep down of course she blamed him—someone she was so angry with already she didn’t care to remember his name; even if it lacked rationality. She may have been sweet in a usual time or place—but lets face it;; her own life was being thrown out the window on the bet of a stranger. Not that there was anything she could do about it.          Sighing softly, she turned hearing footsteps behind her—obviously of her fiance. Not that they were at that stage yet—but it wasn’t far into the future, might as well get used to the bad taste now verses later. Well he wasn’t the most unattractive she had ever seem, but still she held grudge towards him—it was so obviously his fault;; because it certainly wasn’t hers. It couldn’t be hers because she was upset—so it must be his and he must be secretly enjoying this. No that was probably wrong—still she was angry and had no idea where to place that.

        “So you’re him. Hmm?” Well that was definitely a way to greet someone;; she was trying on an air of casual apathy—as if she were totally unconcerned, but that was hard and it was obvious she was concerned. She didn’t want to marry anyone much less him. "I’m Misha, alright can I go home now?"

[pxychonaut]

                 He didn't want to meet her, not now not ever. He wanted to be able to choose what he did with his life, not have his parents make the choices for him. But this was one time when he had no say in what went down. He heard his mom calling for him, letting him know that his "bride to be" was here and that sooner or later he was going to have to come out and greet her. He let out a sigh and gathered all of his courage, he had to at least try and be nice to her. It wasn't like it was her fault that their parents forced them to be in this arrangement, right? Neither of them had a say in it, they were just thrown into this without questions.

                 His first impression of her was that she was pretty. Short and blonde, things that he actually liked in girls. But the moment she opened her mouth is impression changed. She had attitude and it was clear that she was just as against this as he was. That she wanted to get out of this is any way possible.

        “Misha.. I'm Miyako. You leaving, would make my life so much easier so by all means—leave.”