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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 22:34:06 GMT -8
Well, Emily had been looking at paintings for the past 5 minutes. Until she went to a door. Interesting. It was pretty far off into the house, like it was hidden.
Being the curious girl she was, Emily wondered what was inside.
... Well, it was locked. Tough luck.
What's fishy was the vase that looked pretty out of place. Usually, when people adorn places, it was to grab attention and prettify things. This was just there for the heck of it, on top of a little stand.
Lifting it up carefully, she found a key right under it.
... Well, Emily wasn't stupid. She took the key and decided to use it on the door.
Just what was inside?
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 22:43:27 GMT -8
David raced through the halls, paintings and pictures flying by in a blur. He turned a corner, then another. He was in the hall where the door was. He went to the end, and found it open.
'OH NO!'
The room held everything. Pictures from his childhood, his father, the girl from 809, his friends death, newspaper clippings of when his father was murdered and his mother raped, the brutal murder of the man who did it, Davids conviction, the sentece to 809, the fights, the trophies, his plans written out on paper, pictures of those within 259 that he held in high regard or as a threat.
It held everything.
He raced inside, seeing emily standing in the room.
"Out. Now."
Yeah.
He was pissed.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 22:53:57 GMT -8
"Out. Now."
Was the sharp tone that met Emily's ears as she finished looking around. Only one thing fascinated her:
"... You have a place like this too...?" She asked, more or less monotonously with a little hint of interest.
Yes. Emily had a little place like this.
The very reason why no one was allowed to go inside her room, and the main reason why she never used the built-in closet.
It was a shrine.
Almost like this.
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Post by David B. on Aug 10, 2008 22:59:51 GMT -8
David was angry.
Usually, when someone locked a door, it was meant to be locked, and you didnt just find the key and open it because you wanted to. He didnt appreciate the intrusion into his privacy. Not even his late sister had seen his old room that was like this. He stepped forward, eyes blazing in anger and bitterness.
She was looking at his heart.
There were writings here, things in notebooks, all his old journals. They could be his ruination.
He stopped in front of her, glaring.
'what part of get out dont you understand, girl?' He thought spitfully.
"I don't know what your talking about, but id appreciate it if you left now."
How was he going to make her?
He couldnt.
He stood there with his fest clenched, teeth grinding, hoping she would listen.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 10, 2008 23:36:50 GMT -8
"I don't know what your talking about, but id appreciate it if you left now."
Emily looked at him, her emotion unmoved by his anger. Everything on this room reminded her of something. The newspaper clippings. The photos... the pictures...
Heck, the only thing that was missing were the sticks of incense and it's smell. "... The clippings, the pictures... I've never known my parents. Most I know was that I had them... they died in a fire when I was four... the only thing I have of them was the article about that fire. Apparently, they threw me off the window to save me..."
She eyed the article about his father's death. She didn't know if David knew his father, but Emily was sure enough... she never knew what her parents looked like, or how they were.
A missing piece of herself she knew that had already been lost forever.
"... I--... No, forget it. I'm sorry."
She would bow lightly to David and did as she was told, heading out of the room, but not after one last glance inside.
...
Emily dwelled quite a bit on the past.
It was hard to let go, when you had so many questions -- but no one was alive enough to answer.
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Post by David B. on Aug 11, 2008 0:02:24 GMT -8
David stared for a moment, hearing what she said and thinking it over. As she exited the room, he walked after her, stopping a little short.
Did he dare?
"Wait here."
He closed the door, flipping on the soft lights and walking around the room, picking up the various notebooks and stuffing them away in a large safe in the corner. The safe held another, smaller safe, but still large after a fashion. He put the notebooks in there, locking them away. The large safe only held one thing, a small box. Inside, A necklace, riddled with blood. It had been torn from the neck of his mother the night she had been raped and killed, and David tore it from the cold, dead fingers of the man who was made to pay. He kept it, always. He had made it for her when he was three, and until the moment she died, not a day went by without her wearing it. He shut the big door, a nine lock safe, nine numbers lined up along the front that you had to punch in.
As soon as the door shut, a light 'click' could be heard, and the nine numbers on the front went into a spinning frenzy, each stopping on random numbers so nobody could tell what the code was unless you already knew it.
He walked over to the entrance where Emily waited, opening it once more.
"Please, don't touch anything."
He was letting her inside.
Unthinkably.
He walked over to the picture of his father and the clipping that went with it.
"My dad was a business man, owner of Bantton industries. It was a large corporation, known nationally, and brought it millions of dollars."
His voice lowered, his eyes glazed as though he was staring off into something unseen, as though speaking the memory aloud.
"One day, my father came home angry. He was never angry. I was in the other room, my martial arts teacher having a difficult time instructing me. My father stormed through the room, and talked with my mother in a loud voice. His people wanted him out, because they wished to sell weapons that were made for the defense of America to the highest bidder, and my Dad was against it. He and my mom talked for hours, and he left, saying he needed to return to the office and pick something up."
"He never came back."
"His body was found at the office, a gun next to his head. They proclaimed suicide on the spot, and sent him to the morgue. The gun was never located by the police again, and that was that."
David clenched his fists.
"I...I..."
He turned to Emily, his face blank again, as though the thought and the memory died in his head. It was rather odd...as though he meant to do it, as though he had never been talking in the first place.
"You don't know how wonderful something can be until its lost to you."
His voice held a meaningful tone.
He was indicating her life, but he didn't know if she would pick that up.
She just didn't know how much joy she could find in her own existence.
It was terrible.
He felt like his dad had died all over again, just like he always felt when he thought about it. Around the picture of his fathers body was writings and clippings about the case. How some detectives believed blood money was involved.
He stood there staring off, momentarily oblivious to Emily's existence as he drowned in his memories.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 11, 2008 0:47:48 GMT -8
"Wait here."
... and she did wait. It didn't take too long before David came back. Looking somewhat solemn.
"Please, don't touch anything." He told her as he led her to a picture of what seemed to be his father. Then came the story about his father's death.
... She knew that pain very well. Emily had lost the Aoyamas by Gunpoint as well. Sad thing was, she was there to witness it.
"I...I..." He said, turning to her. Sharing the same expression as she did. "You don't know how wonderful something can be until its lost to you."
That was true.
Emily had always noticed a trend in her life. That everything that she had gained were eventually lost.
She got a loving foster family back in Japan, only to be taken away by criminals who thought their car was worth the trouble of killing.
She never had one.
She was scared of having one, somewhat terrified enough to decline the Government's offer to set her up for a better one after her last family.
No.
Not with what happened to Layla and Shinichi. Never.
Never again.
Emily didn't know what to do though. She'd begin to see the fellow pillar as a friend, more or less a comrade she was willing to trust. Her arms went around his waist, pulling him into an embrace. "... I know the pain you feel. I've lost ... four -- no... five parents in my lifetime."
Her voice was shaky, as if she was stopping herself from crying.
Emily had never cried in front of anyone before. At least, not for years. "All of them. They...all died... because of me."
She leaned her head against him, hoping to at least comfort him in a way she knew a friend would. More or less, at least... from how she read it in books. "We're the same. Difference is... I-... I'm weak. You're stronger than I am..."
Her grip around him weakened, and she would look at him with a smile. Before walking off, taking a stick of incense and lighting it with her Qi before bowing at the picture.
... She might have actually forgotten what the heck she was wearing.
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Post by David B. on Aug 11, 2008 1:00:37 GMT -8
David stiffened when she wrapped her arms around him, not hugging her back as most people should or would. He just wasn't the same as he used to be. He wasn't used to interaction like this. When they were fighting he didn't mind it in the least, since he saw it as training, not actually attaching himself to someone. Her hugging him now gave him another feeling of her chest against him, and his mind drew another blank as she spoke. He didn't reply, he just stood there, letting her hug him and speak. She seemed to have seen more than a person should see, just like him. That was just a little coincidental. He didn't know the words needed to comfort her, and he didn't think to wrap his arms around her, the look of her long hair and the feel of her slender body touching his mixing with his thoughts and giving him more confusion.
She walked over to his incense, and took one, walking back and lighting it with her Qi.
Then, she bowed.
@_@.
He stared for a moment, face flushing red and hormones going wild.
*bump*
He averted his eyes, and, hopefully before she turned around, would regain his composure.
Nothing like a picture like that to let the imagination run wild.
He breathed deeply and silently, trying his best to control himself.
It was the first time he had seen any part of the female body fully naked outside of clothing.
Yes, even though it was her bottom.
A very soft, smooth, nice bottom.
He told himself to keep breathing.
*bump*
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 11, 2008 1:30:25 GMT -8
It didn't take long before Emily stood straight again, looking at the blushing pillar and blinked. "... what's with that face...?"
She blushed as well, when she suddenly remembered how scantily she was dressed. Not even wearing any underwear.
... and she bowed.
Aye... why does she always end up in these kind of situations...?
She looked away and put the already half-done incense away in it's container. "A-a-ah, I... think... I should be getting home." she told him, looking away.
... things pretty much turned for the unexpected today.
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Post by David B. on Aug 11, 2008 1:47:23 GMT -8
"uh...yeah...um, well your clothes are being washed at the moment...you cant go home half naked."
He was avoiding looking at her, having seen entirely more than he should have of the girl. His mind held vividly the image of her bottom, and of her bent over. He couldn't help it. He was young too, ya know? He had hormones just like anyone else, and he had to admit that he liked what he saw. He headed toward the Exit, opening the door and letting her go out first. He flipped off the lights and shut the door, locking it behind him.
He was gonna have that place laser locked soon.
They headed for the nearest stair, going into a different dining hall that was already prepared. His chefs worked fast. He sat, offering her a seat before he did so. The Butler brought him a rather large bottle of Alcohol. He popped the stopped. He never drank, but he didn't know if she did so he thought to offer her some.
"Want a taste?"
He had a smile, and in front of her was a glass.
She could take it or decline it, either way was fine with him. He spoke to the maid after her decision, telling her to go get some undergarments from the maids quarters for Emily to wear. The maid would bring it back and set it on the table next to Emily.
David retook his seat, and remained silent as he waited for the girl to speak.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 11, 2008 2:20:03 GMT -8
"uh...yeah...um, well your clothes are being washed at the moment...you cant go home half naked."
"Uh... y-yeah. I suppose I might have to stay here for the night, if that's alright." Emily looked away as she was led out of the room, and was lead to the dining area. Well, certainly looked like one... for a mansion..
Well, she had been given a seat and she took it. Now what?
"Want a taste?"
A bottle of wine. Interesting, Emily had a bit of experience of Alcohol a year ago -- Sake, specifically. Though, yes... she hadn't been able to take wine just yet. "Just a bit, please."
As wine would be poured onto her glass she would blink at it. Interesting smell; it was something she could probably end up liking.
She took the glass, sipping at the reddish liquid little by little.
... and her face flushed red by the time she was half done.
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Post by David B. on Aug 11, 2008 2:25:30 GMT -8
David turned toward his butler as he took the bottle, giving a little grin and offering his own glass. The butler smiled and bowed, pouring the wine into his cup. Yeah, he never drank. Never drank often. He smiled over without drinking, a small frown coming to his face as his eyes met Emily.
"Are you okay pretty eyes?" He liked calling her that, not out of any sort of attachment, but because he truly thought she was deserving of the name.
He looked her face over carefully
"Your cheeks are a bit red..."
He had no idea she was already getting tipsy.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 11, 2008 2:55:28 GMT -8
"Are you okay pretty eyes?"
The world worked pretty weirdly.
Just a few hours ago, he was basically hating her -- and now, was calling her "Pretty eyes". Life was that amusing. "Your cheeks are a bit red..."
Emily grinned as she looked at David. "What? Me? My cheeks are red?" she said, laughing. "Oh my!"
She would finish the last contents of her wine in one sitting. It was more or less refreshing -- yes, wine would be at the top of her favorite alcoholic drinks. "I feel warm all over~ must be the alcohol!"
She stretched her arms up, bending them lightly as to stretch some shoulder muscles.
Emily was more or less exhibiting signs of fatigue, and drunkenness.
How amusing~
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Post by David B. on Aug 11, 2008 3:01:40 GMT -8
"Uhhh..."
This couldn't be good.
She was suddenly relaxing, dropping the monotonous voice as she downed the entire glass in one sitting. The bottle was still in front of her, so he leaned over, intent to take it away.
"Maybe we should get to bed. I have plenty of guest rooms you can choose from..."
He wasn't sure what the ramifications would be if he let them both stay up. He didn't drink his wine, instead heading over and holding out his hand for her to take. He would lead her upstairs, intent to take her to a spare bedroom.
If he would have known that one glass of wine was going to send her off, he wouldn't have given it to her.
He made his way toward a guest room, where he would leave her, then head to his own room, stripping down to his briefs before climbing into bed.
What a day.
Another unknown thing to him.
Was the dog.
A dog made it inside and was currently hiding in the room he had just left Emily in.
Oh well.
Wasn't like she was afraid of them.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 11, 2008 3:28:32 GMT -8
"Uhhh... Maybe we should get to bed. I have plenty of guest rooms you can choose from..."
Well, he led her upstairs. Emily was technically skipping along to follow him. Yes, she was already drunk on wine after one glass...
-- a lightweight, yes.
If he would have known that one glass of wine was going to send her off, he wouldn't have given it to her. She was left in a room, a pretty one at that -- and Emily thought it was going to be all peaceful.
... though.
"K-KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
Light sounds of doors slamming and running would ring around the mansion, and Emily found her way to David's room. Slamming the door open, her face would be pale and she'd be breathing hard.
"He's coming!" She'd look back where she ran from and notice the dog approaching quickly, "GAHHH!!"
She tackled the pillar grabbing him by the arms and clinging.
What was she so afraid of?
A Dog.
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