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Kamaitachi	Jan 30 2009, 02:38 PM
Classy Posts: 5,260 Group: Judge Member #613 Joined: February 13, 2006	Chapter 1 The two stood in complete silence on the rooftop, snow gently falling in front of them. Sheltered in the overhang of the roof above them, they simply watched the snow layer itself upon what felt like everything in the world. The man bore tanned skin, a little whiter now that it was winter, and black hair hidden under his woolly cap. The thick winter jacket belied his strong figure, and the scarf around his neck was an effeminate pale pink. His brown eyes gazed out through the woods behind the house. "So that's it?" A man began, turning his head to one side and biting his lip. Allowing her to see his lip trembling made him seem weak, he thought. "...huh." "I won't say I'm sorry, because I'm sure you won't believe me." The woman spoke now that the icy silence had been broken. She, too, wore typical winter attire, but much more fashionably than her counterpart: Fuzzy Earmuffs, woolly cap, long winter coat with large buttons, fuzzy gloves and the like. Unlike the man, no emotion shone in her voice at all. She seemed as cold as the ice forming at their feet. Slender and beautiful, with long red hair, pale green eyes and skin only slightly less fair than the moon. "It's been five years. Five years..." "Hey, I'll admit to four of those years being good." sighingly softly, she stuffed her mitten-clad hands into her coat. "I really thought you might've been the one." "What went wrong?" he turned to her, forcing his eyes to be as steely as they could. "You stopped listening. You took me for granted. You stopped caring.". The reply felt like a dagger in his heart. "I don't believe you actually love me anymore." "I...why couldn't you just've told me?" "I tried." She turned to him slowly, tears now in her eyes. "God knows I tried." "I...but I didn't know that's how you felt." "I couldn't have been plainer about it. You just turned into so much of an asshole...I just can't...you just didn't listen." she felt a tear roll down her cheek as she absently touched her arm. "The hell's that supposed to mean? When and how did I become an asshole?" the man demanded angrily, his hands balling into fists. "Case and point as to how you didn't listen." she sighed sadly, "and clearly how you still don't" "Listen, I...can't we talk about this?" "I didn't want to talk this time. I just wanted to tell you-" "-But-" "-I just wanted to tell you that...I don't love you anymore. I don't see a future for us. Like I said, earlier on, I thought you were the one...but you've changed...and I can't see myself with what you've become." "You're not giving me a chance to redeem myself here-" he felt his voice choke under the strain of emotion. Luckily for him, she cut in: "-I can't have this conversation anymore. Not here, not now." With that, she stepped back in through the window. The man watched as she started to disappear into the house. "Goodnight Soja." "You know what?" Soja's hands trembled slightly "You know what? Fuck you Crysta." Her eyes darted upwards, glaring at him angrily before slamming the window shut. For a moment, he looked around, noting only offhandedly that the snow was piling up higher. He sat down on a nice clean patch of roof and buried his face in his hands. * * * Snowy mornings usually brought about happy thoughts for University Students. It usually meant "stay home, don't go to class. Free day". Soja Aurion, however, found himself waking up to said snowy morning still on the roof of his house. Luckily he had been under an overhang, so the snow hadn't piled up on him...but it had still been absolutely freezing. Slowly, a window just down a ways opened up, and a young man stepped out onto the roof in pajama pants and nothing else. Cigarette in mouth, he stretched, despite the snow, and yawned loudly like an idiot. After a few moments of stretching, he lit his cigarette and stood with his hand in his pocket. "Aren't you cold?" Soja asked. "I'd ask you the same thing" the voice was melifluous and soft, in a gentle baritone. It matched the fairly slender figure of the man in just pajama pants. His shoulders were fairly broad, but his body was nicely defined, and naturally so. "You knew I was out here?" Soja felt a strange mixture of hurt and anger sweep over him. "I came out for a cigarette when I came home last night. You were asleep." the man shrugged "And you didn't fucking let me inside?" "You were asleep." "You could've woken me up." "Or you could've let me know you were out here by knocking on my window. Or you could've called me on the phone. Texted me. Something." "Have some sympathy, Kamai, I just got dumped." "Ah, explains why you were up on the roof, then." Kamai looked particularly uninterested in Soja's plight. "Dude, you're cold." Soja growled. "You're the one being stupid. I'm just letting you do your thing. If you'd really wanted to come in, you would've found a way to. Clearly, you wanted to be out on the roof, freezing your ass off. If that's your choice, then that's your choice. Don't you dare blame me." Kamai crouched down, brushing his shaggy black hair out of his face before taking another drag of his cigarette. "...asshole" Soja grunted and walked over to his friend. "I don't even know why I signed the lease on this place with you." "We all signed the lease together. It's a six-bedroom house. You're stuck here at least for another year." Kamai sighed, putting out his cigarette. "C'mon inside. Go warm yourself up or something." His voice didn't belie any concern, but Soja saw that the grey eyes did. "Hey...thanks man." "My pleasure." There was a silence as the two men clambered into the house through the window. "You do that every morning?" Soja asked. "Every morning. No matter what" laughed Kamai as he put on a shirt. His skin had apparently turned blue at a few places. "I have a loyal following too." He shivered a little as he wrapped himself in a blanket. "Following? People do that shit with you?" "Oh goodness no." Kamai dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand "I meant peepers. Onlookers, gazers, et cetera. They think all sorts of things about it too. They tell me too, you know. One admires my freedom of spirit, one wishes they looked as good as I did, evidently. From a few glances, I know I've been used as fuel for the masturbatory fires, etc." "You do it to show off?" "Hardly. I do it because it's what I do. What people think is what they think. It's never really stopped me before. I'm not even that attractive anyways, so don't think it's an egotistical bastard thing." "Right...right...Crysta home?" "Your ex?" Soja winced. He had forgotten how blunt and forthright Kamai could be. "She went to class. To think, she braved this weather to go to a class where no one else will be just to avoid you. Give her some space, okay?" "How?" Explosive anger flared up almost immediately. "How the hell am I supposed to do that when we share a room?" "Well, technically you don't. She has her own room in the basement, just in case she needed her space." "Oh right...I forgot about that." Soja sighed, sitting down at Kamai's computer chair, taking off his big winter jacket. "What do you think I should do?" "Just give her some space. If it's going to work out fine and you get back together, it's all well and good, but if you don't, oh well." Kamai shrugged. "Fuck dude. She was the girl I was gonna marry." He buried his face in his hands again, clenching tightly at his temple with his fingertips. The man across him looked as if he were about to speak, but quickly changed his mind, resting back into his bed. "I...fuck..." "Go cry in your own room." Kamai's voice floated in from under the covers "Come back and talk to me whenever you're done." "Fuck you Kamai!" Soja yelled "Look, crying in front of me isn't gonna solve anything." the bed rustled a little "I'm not really good at the 'oh, oh, there, there, everything's gonna be okay' stuff. Go cry in your own room by yourself, where you'll feel better, or go find someone else to cry on." "Are you giving me the cold shoulder? Dude, you're supposed to be my friend." "And since we're friends, you know by now that I hate seeing people cry, especially my friends. I never know what to do. Come back and talk to me when you're done with the tears." "Asshole" Soja grumbled. He grabbed his coat, kicking over Kamai's chair in a pitiful attempt at spite, then stormed out, slamming the door behind him. After a moment, Kamai's head peeked out from behind the covers. Slowly scanning the room, he absently noted the toppled chair before snuggling back into his sheets, into one of his best kept secrets. He wrapped his arms around a shaggy brown stuffed dog. A tear rolled down his cheek, leaving a messy little spot on his pillow. "I am what I am, I suppose. At least I'm honest, right Gidger?"
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