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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 0:55:30 GMT -5
Pictures Of You, Pictures Of Me
Yukito Maki
It was time. There was no avoiding it, and as Yukito came back up the walk after another dull day at the music store, a heavy object under one arm, he felt a little proud of himself.
They could have floors again, after all.
After talking to a couple of people at work, and mentioning in passing that he needed CD racks, he'd been given the wooden shelf from the back, absolutely free. It was once used in the front, but the chipping edges, slightly bowed boards, and overall unattractiveness of the shelf had been set aside in favor of the newer, more appealing shelves used in front of the store. But that wasn't even the best part, because after work he'd gone and picked up a much larger bookshelf from the small pile of exclusive bookshelf funding he'd been laying aside. They needed it. Badly. They needed any furniture, but with every piece decent going into the hundreds, and his logical brain turning him into a money hoarder, it was difficult. In the meantime, there were piles of clothing in the bedroom, bags thrust into corners, and shoes piled near the door. Even if Yukito was inclined to try and clean up his things, there was no place for them except in a different pile. If they wanted to do justice to the Christmas decorations, they would need some form of organizing. And some furniture.
Unfortunately, Yukito decided, a couch wasn't very close to the top of the list. The only place to sit or lay down was the futon bed. It was very awkward, indeed. Especially if they were ever going to have friends over. He didn't know about Erin, but he wasn't psyched about the idea of everyone they knew ending up sprawled across their bed.
He opened the door, shuffling the wooden shelf that was no taller than a nightstand past the doorjamb with cautious movements. He pushed the door closed with his foot, automatically slipped off his shoes, and called out, "Erin? I've got more stuff for the house..." He looked around, trying to pick the ideal spot for the shelf, then set it down and started for the door before he saw Erin appear. "Heeey...." Yukito reached out to hold her to him, "How did your day go?"
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Post by GGJ5 on Jan 4, 2010 0:58:27 GMT -5
Erin Spenser
Since Yukito spent what felt like all day at work, and Erin was car-less (and still liscense-less), she was stuck at home. And it's not like she could clean or something because she was bored-- even if she wanted to, and there was no way she was falling into that stereotypical of a pattern. Besides, what would she "clean"? There wasn't even anything to dust. So Erin busied herself with making lunch, and then dinner (today it was cheese enchiladas), and trying to text people and find someone to talk to. Only, everyone she knew was still in school... or, like Yukito, at work. She got a few responses back from her bored messages, but few and far between since they had to wait until they weren't in the middle of the teacher's field of view or something to talk.
Even with the music she kept sounding throughout the house all day (today it was a mix of AFI and Rise Against), Erin still felt more bored being home alone all day than she could really remember ever feeling in school. At least in school, you could pass notes or text or make stupid faces with people that made fun of the class behind the teacher's back. But here there was no one. And she missed Yukito. And she hated being stranded without a car. So she'd tried to busy herself with cooking stuff, but she didn't have all the same appliances or range of ingredients that she'd grown used to, so it's not like she could waste time making something elaborate. As she had been attempting it, though, an idea struck her that proposed a good solid half hour of entertainment at least. She'd suddenly remembered their pictures from Voodoo that they'd never bothered to look up. Especially the last one they'd taken, where he'd been kissing her. She wanted it.
So Erin went into the bedroom and turned on her computer (she was grateful to have brought this from her house, definitely) and pulled up Google (she was also grateful for the neighbors' wi-fi). After a few clicks, she'd found a massive Voodoo 2009 gallery and immediately began skimming. Thankfully, tons of the pictures were of the bands playing or of people totally goofing off or rocking out or something else entertaining, so it wasn't boring at all to sift through them all. Eventually,though , after four or five pages of thumbnails, she found exactly the picture she'd been looking for, and let out a joyous squeal in the apartment. Immediately she enlarged the picture, saved it to the computer, and made it their background wallpaper. It really was a great picture, with his dipping her back and kissing her like that, plus the added offbeat-ness of their costumes throwing it off a bit. Erin liked that mix quite a bit. And out of curiosity, she checked for who contributed the picture.
Her eyebrows formed a crease in her forehead as the page loaded. It wasn't what it seemed, right? Except... that... then why was there an entire gallery with Yukito's face all over it? Her eyes went wide as she stared at the screen in utter disbelief. "What... the crap..." Some of the pictures she was even in. Erin felt her heart beat heavier on the inside of her chest. Frantically she scrolled through the site, taking in all the eerie sights-- squealing half-incoherent comments under images and blog entries, posts on amesageboard, more squealings, and all about him. "Oh... my... god..." Still frantic, she texted Yukito: "i need 2 talk 2 u!!!!", and she kept opening to see the screen, waiting more than earnestly for his response. But it never came. Instead, she found herself staring at the contact page on the site. Hating that she knew the face that went with the name. Amane. Amane, Amane, Amane... "Amane!!" If it wasn't for the fact that it would break the computer, Erin would have given in to the urge to kick the screen with her bare foot. The rest of the afternoon went by far to slow, and all the thoughts and implications of that site kept hitting her in the head.
As soon as Yukito's voice reached her ears, Erin tore out from the bedroom and ran to meet him. "Yukito! Finally, you're home!" It was almostchiding the way she said it, but really, who could blame her, right?
"Heeey...." Yukito greeted, pulling her to him. She couldn't enjoy the gesture though, as all she could think of was the practical Internet shrine to her boyfriend. "How did your day go?"
The floodgate opened. "Yukito, I was so bored all day and so I tried to just cook crap all day but it didn't work either, and so I remember those pictures we got at Voodoo, so I went to look 'em up, and, oh my god, Yukito, that freak Amane went and made a website all about YOU!" She was too loud and high pitched for being so close to Yukito, but the whole thing had sufficiently freaked her. "Yukito!! You have to come look! Come look now!!" She tugged him by his hand and dragged him to the computer sitting open with the window up. She stopped at the center of the room, though, and pointed, like it was diseased. "Look! Lookatityukito! I knew she was a freak, I knew I hated her, I knew she liked you, but she's totally freaking obsessed!! Look!!!"
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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 1:00:23 GMT -5
Yukito Maki
He looked up and smiled as Erin ran in at the sound of his entry. "Yukito! Finally, you're home!" He arched an amused eyebrow at the slight scolding edge to her words. Where else would I go?
"Heeey...." Yukito greeted, pulling her to him, starting to grow concerned when she didn't return the gesture. "How did your day go?"
It was a dangerous question, and once the words left his mouth she started the story. "Yukito, I was so bored all day and so I tried to just cook crap all day but it didn't work either, and so I remember those pictures we got at Voodoo, so I went to look 'em up, and, oh my god, Yukito, that freak Amane went and made a website all about YOU!" Yukito winced, raising a hand to tentatively touch his ear, his face saying she was too loud for him to understand.
"Whoa, Erin...calm down...what is it?"
"Yukito!! You have to come look! Come look now!!" She tugged him by his hand and dragged him to her laptop sitting open on the bed. She stopped at the center of the room and pointed at the screen from a distance as though it was a venomous snake about to strike. "Look! Lookatityukito! I knew she was a freak, I knew I hated her, I knew she liked you, but she's totally freaking obsessed!! Look!!!"
Yukito looked at Erin, confused, then moved toward the computer, an ominous feeling creeping into his gut. It was a web page, titled something weird and flowery that sounded vaguely familiar, and there were pictures of him on it. Lots of them. Yukito's eyes widened, and he sat down on the bed. The growing numb-but-cold feeling grew and thickened as he scrolled down the page, his hands hovering above the touchpad as though afraid to touch it in case the implications in each carefully-created detail were to come alive andconsume him whole. It was scary. It was unbelievable and confusing. It was invasive. He'd felt violated before by the internet, but this far more powerful than that. People commenting on a Yahoo question about him had been freaky enough. This was an entire website. A whole....freaking...website. And it wasn't about the band, or their music, or one fan rambling off on her thoughts. This was a domain, a part of the internet that had grown into a number he couldn't even guess at, and everything was about him. There were more recent pictures, more often with Erin in them, but from the photo's angle it was clear he was still the main character.
Wordlessly - because he didn't think he had breath to answer - Yukito clicked through the photos one by one. After a few minutes, he clicked on the biography page. The feeling of being violated returned. His secrets were on here. Definitely not all of them, but too many. He felt his lungs constrict when the name Natalie came on-screen. There were his doings at the local high school, the whole Blair thing told at length and with an attempt at no bias, though some details were smoothed over as if to make him almost a victim. At the bottom it said he was currently dating Erin Spenser, lead singer of Veritas. "Happily!! ^o^" It even had that they had recently moved in together. That was expected, since Amane had showed up the day he'd been moving his stuff and knew where he lived. The only stroke of luck there was that the owner of the site said his address was confidential.
Yukito closed the computer screen then, and turned to Erin helplessly. He mumbled, his voice in a state of disbelief so that it sounded like nearly a whisper. "I don't get it...why me?"
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Post by GGJ5 on Jan 4, 2010 1:00:58 GMT -5
Erin Spenser
She was standing there watching him, tapping her foot or her hand tapping her thigh as she waited very impatiently for his reaction. Do something... do something!! Say something! Tell me you're as freaked about this as I am! PLEASE! He was silent, actually browsing the site. "Yukito!" she prodded, tone full of exasperation.
Finally, he turned slowly to look over at her. "Well?" she urged, or rather, snapped.
His response was a stunned half-whisper that only served to get under Erin's skin. "I don't get it... why me?"
"Yukito!" she repeated, still unable to sound anything but exasperated. Her fists had been tight at her sides, though now she released them to catch her as she sat down dramatically next to him. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it's something to do with that crazy chick's freakish obsession with you, and she got her weird freaky friends to follow, and made you into a cool trendy thing to squeal over or something?! I don't even remember any of these pictures being taken, Yukito? What if some of these are psychos? I bet Amane's a psycho. I knew she was weird from the moment she opened her mouth and wouldn't shut up about you! What if the house is bugged or something, or there's videos of us, or someone tries to, I dunno, sabotage something or something or, I don't know, but Yukito! I hate it," she finished weakly, looking over at him with a pleading expression, wishing there was an easy way to just fix it and make it disappear.
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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 1:02:00 GMT -5
Yukito Maki
"Yukito!" Erin prodded, tone full of exasperation. He turned to look at her, unable to word everything he was feeling. "Well?"
Still in a weird half-numbed state, he mumbled stupidly, "I don't get it... why me?"
"Yukito!" she repeated, before flopping down next to him on the bed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it's something to do with that crazy chick's freakish obsession with you, and she got her weird freaky friends to follow, and made you into a cool trendy thing to squeal over or something?! I don't even remember any of these pictures being taken, Yukito. What if some of these are psychos? I bet Amane's a psycho. I knew she was weird from the moment she opened her mouth and wouldn't shut up about you! What if the house is bugged or something, or there's videos of us, or someone tries to, I dunno, sabotage something or something or, I don't know, but Yukito! I hate it,"
Slowly, he nodded in agreement, his own voice sounded too distant and fear-ridden to be his own. "Me too. It's freaking scary." He struggled not to inspect the walls like some paranoid nutcase for hidden cameras. Yukito pulled his legs off the floor and folded himself up, hugging his knees to his chest. He felt like someone had just told him everything in his world had just turned into a living, vicious disease. Nothing was safe anymore. There were tons of photos. Tons that he hadn't noticed. There would be more, and he was aware of it now. But he couldn't stop them. He couldn't make them stay away. His voice constricted, coming out as a croak. "What do we do?"
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Post by GGJ5 on Jan 4, 2010 1:03:11 GMT -5
Ein Spenser
To her frantic rant, Yukito only gave a slow nod. At that, Erin let out a frustrated groan. How could he just nod, like "okay, whatever"?! She dropped to sit next to him, her arms crossed tight and brow furrowed.
"Me too." The simple statement relieved her a little bit, to know that it wasn't just her who didn't like the look of this... site... "It's freaking scary."
"I know!" Erin retorted, nearly exasperated. There were two major problems with this whole freaking situation: one was that there were creepy exclamation-point using ninjas (probably girls, too) that were takinghis --and sometimes their-- pictures. And writing about him... and them. Without his knowing... or hers. They didn't even have the decency to ask. Not that she would have given her okay anyway. What gave these people the brilliant idea to practically stalk them? STALK them! That's what it was, basically, wasn't it?! And two (and in some ways worse to Erin): these creepy exclamation-point using ninjas that were probably (pretty much definitely) girls were keeping a site running devoted to her boyfriend. And it was bad enough knowing Amane liked him... that she thought enough about him to be a creep and a freaky obsessed chick and make a site about him, but others were joining in. It was like a whole army of freaky stalker ninja Amanes! If she sawAmane at that moment, she swore--
"What do we do?" interrupted Yukito, breaking her thoughts before they could get too vivid with vengeance. Erin looked at him, almost in disbelief. "Yukito! We do something! Don't just sit there and let them do this!"
Heaving a sigh, Erin drug the computer toward her and logged onto the site again. She went to the latest stalker blog entry and scrolled down to the "leave comment" link. Her fingers pounding on the keys faster and harder than necessary, leaving a wake of typos behind, she announced her opinion on the whole ....dedicated site thing.
just fyi this whole sight is raely realyl freaky n u all need to lay off! y r u doin this anyway!?!? y cant u just leeve ppl alone@Q?!? esp if those ppl r us!!!! >.< --erin
She passed the computer to him-- well, shoved it more really.... and folded her arms tight across her again. "Tell them to leave us alone. You tell them! If they freaking worship you this much," she said with sharp bitterness in each syllable, "Then if you tell them to lay off, they will! Maybe even delete the entire freaking website! Tell them!" she pleaded.
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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 1:07:09 GMT -5
Yukito Maki
"It's freaking scary," he said, the understatement of the century. He didn't know how to express the horror he felt. Obviously Erin wasn't seeing just how deep his statement went.
"I know!" Erin retorted, nearly exasperated.
"What do we do?" He asked fearfully.. Erin looked at him, almost in disbelief.
"Yukito!" He was quickly getting exasperated by the way she kept crying out his name, as though he was intentionally leading her on. "We do something! Don't just sit there and let them do this!"
"I'm not letting them, Erin!" he snapped back. "It's not like I asked a small army to follow me around and invade my privacy!"
Heaving a sigh, Erin drug the computer toward her and logged onto the site again He tentatively moved closer to watch her leave a comment on one of the blog entries.
just fyi this whole sight is raely realyl freaky n u all need to lay off! y r u doin this anyway!?!? y cant u just leeve ppl alone@Q?!? esp if those ppl r us!!!! >.< --erin
She tossed the computer to him with vehemence, folding her arms. "Tell them to leave us alone. You tell them! If they freaking worship you this much," she said with sharp bitterness in each syllable, like he had asked a small army to do this. "Then if you tell them to lay off, they will! Maybe even delete the entire freaking website! Tell them!" she pleaded.
Yukito's jaw tensed as he held the computer, not looking down at the screen. When he finally spoke, he sounded almost betrayed and wounded, on top of being scared out of his wits and invaded. "You say this like it's my fault. Like I asked for this. I feel like all the private, secret parts of me have just been exposed to the entire world, Erin. They don't just have pictures...they have my life on there. They've been..following me. And listening to my conversations.." As he continued, his voice grew more panicked. "T-They've been in my room. I know it, because they've ****ing listed the contents of it online!" His frustration started to rise, and he buried his face in his hands, the laptop waiting on his lap. "I just wanted to be left alone here, Erin. I didn't ask for this, so stop saying it like I did something wrong!"
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Post by GGJ5 on Jan 4, 2010 1:07:39 GMT -5
Erin Spenser
He was getting mad at her, but at the moment she didn't really care. She was more worried about the whole being invaded by creepy fangirls that had no right to be even think about him, much less make a freaking site about it... Once she'd hammered out her cyber-rant, Erin shoved the computer in Yukito's direction. "Tell them to leave us alone. You tell them! If they freaking worship you this much, then if you tell them to lay off, they will! Maybe even delete the entire freaking website! Tell them!"
Yukito just stared for a moment, silent. The lines of anxiety on Erin's forehead deepened, her brows knit in urgency. Do something!! she wanted to shout at him. Luckily he spoke first. Or... maybe not so lucky... "You say this like it's my fault. Like I asked for this. I feel like all the private, secret parts of me have just been exposed to the entire world, Erin. They don't just have pictures...they have my life on there. They've been..following me. And listening to my conversations.." His words only served to heighten the sense of Erin's fears, and her panic and anger swelled beneath the surface. And to add to the matter, as he continued, Yukito's own voice grew more and more panicky. It didn't bode well. "T-They've been in my room. I know it, because they've ****ing listed the contents of it online!"
"In here?!" Erin inserted, now thoroughly freaked.
Yukito dropped his face in his hands, the laptop waiting on his lap. You can't do this to me, Yukito! Do SOMETHING!! "I just wanted to be left alone here, Erin. I didn't ask for this, so stop saying it like I did something wrong!"
"I didn't mean that!" she shouted back, sounding as frenzied as she felt. Again she was on her feet, hands clenching and releasing in frustration at her side as she hastily paced the room. "I didn't mean that you did it! I KNOW you didn't do it! I KNOW that!" She halted and stared at him, suddenly feeling helpless. "I'm upset, and they aren't here" --she pointed to the computer-- "And you are, and I'm sorry!" Briefly pressing her head against her forehead, Erin closed her eyes, trying to figure this whole mess out... the easiest, quickest way out of it all. "I mean, if they idolize you like that... I mean, then, they should... they should listen when you tell them you want 'em to lay off. That's what I mean." Her voice was dropping, and she took the few steps to drop back to the floor next to him, immediately pulling herself close to him, acheing for the comfort his presence provided so often for her. "I don't like to think about... about how they got all that... all that stuff on there... Yukito..." It scares me... "And I don't like thinking about... how many... of them... they really like you... Maybe as much as Amane..." Her face twisted in disdain for the girl.
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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 1:09:01 GMT -5
Yukito Maki
"You say this like it's my fault. Like I asked for this. I feel like all the private, secret parts of me have just been exposed to the entire world, Erin. They don't just have pictures...they have my life on there. They've been..following me. And listening to my conversations.." His panic rose with each realization, each violation. "T-They've been in my room. I know it, because they've ****ing listed the contents of it online!"
"In here?!" Erin asked, fear in her voice.
"In here, in my mom's apartment, everywhere!" He dropped his face into his hands, as if burying it would do him any good at all. Yukito became infuriated with himself, seeing an image of him just sitting there helplessly while everything came into the open at last with Amane. He got ticked, and started to shout bitterly at Erin, "I just wanted to be left alone here, Erin. I didn't ask for this, so stop saying it like I did something wrong!"
"I didn't mean that!" she shouted back, jumping up and starting to pace the room nervously, "I didn't mean that you did it! I KNOW you didn't do it! I KNOW that!"
He frowned at her. "Do you?"
She halted and stared at him, "I'm upset, and they aren't here" --she pointed to the computer-- "And you are, and I'm sorry!" Yukito glared down at the floor. "I mean, if they idolize you like that... I mean, then, they should... they should listen when you tell them you want 'em to lay off. That's what I mean." Gradually her voice came down to its more normal level, and he felt her drop down close to him, and felt her hands. He tried to keep his eyes away from her, stubbornly, but was unable to for long. "I don't like to think about... about how they got all that... all that stuff on there... Yukito..."
"I don't find it very comforting, either," he growled, embittered.
"And I don't like thinking about... how many... of them... they really like you... Maybe as much as Amane..."
Yukito closed his eyes, and let out a sigh, rubbing his hands across his face. "I don't even want to remember it, any of it. I can't honestly say I believe that all it'll take is a 'Hi, this is me, stop stalking me' will do it. It seemstoo simple. But I can give it a shot." Without waiting for a response, he reached over and pulled the computer into his lap, clicking on the box for a comment. He hesitated with his fingers above the keys, unsure of what to say, or how to word it. What've I got to lose now? They've taken everything.
I dont know what you want from me but you have to stop because you arent getting it. leave me alone. i know you've trespassed and have been followin me. leave. us. alone. -Yukito
He didn't know a small comment like that could be so hard to write. He just hoped all the fear and filth he felt looking at the website and seeing the information it contained didn't show through with the posted letter. Relinquishing a weary sigh, Yukito pushed the computer away, laying face-first down on the bed. "I feel like I just slapped someone because they said they liked my song," he muffled into the blankets, "Is that normal? To hate them and feel sorry for them at the same time?" Yukito paused, then groaned, the fact settling in again that it wasn't a 'her'. It was a 'them'. "Can I go get plastic surgery now? Can plastic surgery make you taller? They'll never know me if I get taller..."
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Post by GGJ5 on Jan 4, 2010 1:10:40 GMT -5
Erin Spenser
"And I don't like thinking about... how many... of them... they really like you... Maybe as much as Amane..." True that her words didn't help, but she couldn't really take them back... they were the truth.
Yukito closed his eyes, and let out a sigh, rubbing his hands across his face. "I don't even want to remember it, any of it. I can't honestly say I believe that all it'll take is a 'Hi, this is me, stop stalking me' will do it. It seems too simple. But I can give it a shot."
A bit of relief edged into Erin as Yukito finally took the computer into his lap and slowly keyed in his words. Erin watched him, thinking. As much as she hated the idea of all those girls idolizing him enough to keep this freakish site growing, it honestly freaked her more that they'd gone past pushing boundaries, and had invaded not only Yukito, buther , too. As if one wasn't bad enough!! They'd been in here in the very place she was sitting with him now, in the place she'd learned to feel as safe and secure. Now she was afraid that feeling wouldn't come back. "What did you write?" she asked quietly.
Yukito shoved away the computer, and Erin pushed the lid closed with her forefinger as she heard his body meet the bed. Erin looked over at him, facedown in the blankets, her concern deepening her face. "I'm sorry, Yukitokun..."
"I feel like I just slapped someone because they said they liked my song," he mumbled into the blankets. It was hard to hear that way, but she could just make it out.
Erin moved closer to him, gently touching his shoulder with her hand, bending low to him. "Yukito... you didn't do anything wrong. They stepped over the line... way over the line, and so it was right for you to do something about it. I would try to do it by myself, but I don't think they'd listen to me without you."
"Is that normal? To hate them and feel sorry for them at the same time?"
Now that she didn't understand. "Feel sorry for them? Why do you..."
Yukito let out a groan. "Can I go get plastic surgery now? Can plastic surgery make you taller? They'll never know me if I get taller..."
"I don't think it works like that..." Erin said, shifting to lay down next to him and offering Yukito a soft smile that he may or may not have seen. "You and I both told them to lay off... it's gonna get better," she said, feeling much more sure on the matter now. Why would they keep it going even after their "idol"'s explicit disapproval? "Just don't ever forget to lock the door, okay?" she added wryly. And for a reason she couldn't really pin down, nor did she care, Erin had fallen into much more of a calm about it than Yukito... She reached up to play with a bit of his hair. "We're gonna be okay... really."
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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 1:10:50 GMT -5
Yukito Maki
"What did you write?" Erin asked quietly as he shoved the computer away. Her voice sounded almost fearful, tentative that she would hit another sore spot. Yukito let out a sigh, "I told them to leave us alone." He moved away to flop face-first down on the bed, feeling exhausted even though he hadn't done anything different today. Besides find this. Over his shoulder, he heard Erin add, "I'm sorry, Yukitokun..."
"I feel like I just slapped someone because they said they liked my song," he admitted in a grumble, his voice muffled by the blankets. There was no immediate response from Erin, then a slight weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped but managed to avoid it this time.
"Yukito... you didn't do anything wrong. They stepped over the line... way over the line, and so it was right for you to do something about it. I would try to do it by myself, but I don't think they'd listen to me without you."
"I must've done something or they wouldn't have noticed me at all," he growled, then let out a frustrated groan, "I can't believe I feel sorry for them. Is that normal? To hate them and feel sorry for them at the same time?"
"Feel sorry for them? Why do you..." He could hear the incredulity in her voice, and he turned over to meet her eyes.
"They like me, Erin. They showed it in a screwy, psychotic sort of way, but they liked me. They liked me too much. And somehow..." he fell back on his stomach again, his hands folded up beneath his chin, "It feels like I'm slapping them for liking me, and my music. I know, it's insane, but I can't help thinking that I'm somehow stabbing them in the back, like I led them to believe something that wasn't true, and now I'mticked to find out they fell for it... God, I make no sense anymore..." Yukito let out a groan. "Can I go get plastic surgery now? Can plastic surgery make you taller? They'll never know me if I get taller..."
"I don't think it works like that..." Erin said, shifting to lay down next to him, "You and I both told them to lay off... it's gonna get better," he nodded a little, not really her but trying to, "Just don't ever forget to lock the door, okay?"
Darkly, he added, "I haven't been able to forget to lock the door since I was fifteen, Erin." It was the truth, but he soon relaxed thetensity in his chest once Erin's hands found his hair, softly playing with it.
"We're gonna be okay... really."
Yukito nodded. "I know," A sigh, and his next words were more mournful than anything, "I just don't know how."
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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 1:11:25 GMT -5
Yukito Maki
"What did you write?" Erin asked quietly as he shoved the computer away. Her voice sounded almost fearful, tentative that she would hit another sore spot. Yukito let out a sigh, "I told them to leave us alone." He moved away to flop face-first down on the bed, feeling exhausted even though he hadn't done anything different today. Besides find this. Over his shoulder, he heard Erin add, "I'm sorry, Yukitokun..."
"I feel like I just slapped someone because they said they liked my song," he admitted in a grumble, his voice muffled by the blankets. There was no immediate response from Erin, then a slight weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped but managed to avoid it this time.
"Yukito... you didn't do anything wrong. They stepped over the line... way over the line, and so it was right for you to do something about it. I would try to do it by myself, but I don't think they'd listen to me without you."
"I must've done something or they wouldn't have noticed me at all," he growled, then let out a frustrated groan, "I can't believe I feel sorry for them. Is that normal? To hate them and feel sorry for them at the same time?"
"Feel sorry for them? Why do you..." He could hear the incredulity in her voice, and he turned over to meet her eyes.
"They like me, Erin. They showed it in a screwy, psychotic sort of way, but they liked me. They liked me too much. And somehow..." he fell back on his stomach again, his hands folded up beneath his chin, "It feels like I'm slapping them for liking me, and my music. I know, it's insane, but I can't help thinking that I'm somehow stabbing them in the back, like I led them to believe something that wasn't true, and now I'mticked to find out they fell for it... God, I make no sense anymore..." Yukito let out a groan. "Can I go get plastic surgery now? Can plastic surgery make you taller? They'll never know me if I get taller..."
"I don't think it works like that..." Erin said, shifting to lay down next to him, "You and I both told them to lay off... it's gonna get better," he nodded a little, not really her but trying to, "Just don't ever forget to lock the door, okay?"
Darkly, he added, "I haven't been able to forget to lock the door since I was fifteen, Erin." It was the truth, but he soon relaxed thetensity in his chest once Erin's hands found his hair, softly playing with it.
"We're gonna be okay... really."
Yukito nodded. "I know," A sigh, and his next words were more mournful than anything, "I just don't know how."
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Post by GGJ5 on Jan 4, 2010 1:12:24 GMT -5
Erin Spenser
To be honest, Erin didn't completely follow Yukito's reasoning for pitying these... these crazies. He felt bad because he was "rejecting" them? But why should that matter-- he would "reject" anyone who confessed any kind of affection for him, Erin was sure. And these kids were just nuts. Crazies. Freaks that needed to leave them alone and mind their own business. And still, he felt bad for it.... it didn't make any sense!
Yukito voiced his agreement to her silent thought. Now she felt bad, for having thought it. Her downcast expression deepened. "Can I go get plastic surgery now? Can plastic surgery make you taller? They'll never know me if I get taller..."
Aw, Yukito.... "I don't think it works like that..." Erin said as she lay down next to him, her words trying to lighten the mood. "You and I both told them to lay off... it's gonna get better."
Yukito nodded a little. Erin tried again, "Just don't ever forget to lock the door, okay?"
"I haven't been able to forget to lock the door since I was fifteen, Erin." His words sounded foreign to her; she could only guess what had gone down when he was fifteen, just from other things he'd told her, and, instead of asking what exactly he meant, Erin tried to console as best as she knew how. He was more upset about this whole website thing than she'd even been, and more than she could remember seeing from him in a long, long time. She pulled a few strands of his hair through her fingers, letting it slide through and fall back to his head again. "We're gonna be okay... really."
Yukito nodded. "I know." A sigh, and then he tacked on, "I just don't know how."
Erin leaned forward and tenderly kissed his face. "We will," she reiterated. She had to find some way to help, maybe just to distract him until he could calm down about it... "Hey, you wanna go out somewhere?" She sent him a smile. "We haven't really gone out in a while."
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Post by Elda Forever on Jan 4, 2010 1:12:51 GMT -5
Yukito Maki
He was still tense and bitter about the discovery. The hows and whys would probably never be satisfactory, and there was a whole lot of fear mixed in with the embarrassment. Erin warned him to lock the door. It wouldn't change a thing. He locked his door almost as an obsession. "I haven't been able to forget to lock the door since I was fifteen, Erin," he told her darkly. She didn't respond to that, and he sighed. Instead of saying anything, she just started to brush her hands through his hair. Immediately, he felt himself start to relax into the touch, closing his eyes against it so he could focus on it more directly.
"We're gonna be okay... really." She said it like she meant it. He nodded.
"I know." A sigh, and then he tacked on, "I just don't know how."
Erin leaned forward and tenderly kissed his face. "We will," she reiterated, somehow sensing disbelief in his tone. He sent a little smile up her way, lifting his face to meet her eyes. "Hey, you wanna go out somewhere?" She sent him a smile back. "We haven't really gone out in a while."
A long, thoughtful pause. His too-logical side weighed the finanical merits of saying no and his paranoid side said there was a good chance they'd be followed there, too. But looking up at Erin, he decided it would be one of his more idiotic choices ever to hole up in the apartment and hide out from the world. Hadn't a lot of his mistakes been in search of existing without being afraid all the time? Yukito nodded, a small smirk starting to grow on the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I think it's been a little too long. Where were you thinking?"
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Post by GGJ5 on Jan 4, 2010 1:13:18 GMT -5
Erin Spenser
She was trying her best to make him feel okay, or at least.. better. Despite the fact that now she hated Amane and her creepy little followers even more, and she'd probably give them a hard smack if she ever saw any of them-- especially their creepy little leader-- Erin's want for Yukito's wellbeing superceded her anger at those girls. "We're gonna be okay... really," she consoled, brushing his hair a little.
"I know." A sigh, and then he tacked on, "I just don't know how."
Erin leaned forward and tenderly kissed his face. "We will," she reiterated, happy to see even that small smile on his face.. Score for me! "Hey, you wanna go out somewhere?"She returned his smile. "We haven't really gone out in a while."
Yukito paused, thinking on it. She was almost certain he was thinking about the money it would cost, and it made her smile grow. Did he not realize you could go on a date for the cheap? Or free? It was the being with each other that made the difference. Eventually, Yukito nodded, a small smirk starting to grow on the corners of his lips.Score two for me! Us, too-- creepy girls, zero! "Yeah, I think it's been a little too long. Where were you thinking?"
Her smile widened, and she sat up straighter. "Let's drive around town and do like a photoshoot thing. And we can stop places and walk around there, and take more pictures, and later we can, I dunno, do whatever with 'em, but it'll be fun to do! Don't you think so?"
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