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Disclaimer: I do not own Shuyin, Anissa, or Tengaki -- they are the property of my sister, and most likely my most faithful reader (she started it all, my friends), Anissa. Praise her for creating the person who probably pushed out this chapter. I also don't own .Hack/Legend or make any profit either.
This disclaimer is old, so get used to it -- hell it's older than the last time i used this thing omfgggg.
It was infuriating.
"I mean... come on!" she growled, crossing her arms tighter. "You're supposed to love the girl, not go after some... some... some chick that fuckin reminds you of her!" Shoving her hand into the bowl of popcorn, she chucked a handful of buttery goodness at the screen. "You're such a dumbass! You have her!"
In a moment, Anissa was throwing as much as she could at the T.V., ignoring the humored remarks from the girl beside her.
"What an idiot!" With a final and violent toss of popcorn, Anissa grabbed the remote and turned off the DVD player. Stupid boy.
Crossing her legs then burrowing deeper into her blanket, she smiled at the complete warmth. She had received a phone call late into the previous night from Taryn, and immediately took up the redhead's offer to stay the night. And (grabbing a set of clothes, accessories, and a few of her mother's movies) she had booked it down the Tokyo's streets to the apartment complex.
When she had arrived there, Alyssa wasn't in sight and Anissa felt that it was quite obviously the wrong time to ask Taryn any questions. After a brief tour of the small apartment, and the complex outside (which had a swimming pool, pool table, bar and lounge area, snack machines located at every floor, and even an elevator for the handicapped) Anissa quite graciously accepted Taryn's idea for pizza.
And there they were, the next morning, having popcorn and poptarts for breakfast to one of the movies Anissa had brought over.
It was late into the day as Anissa woke up and noticed that sun was bleeding through the curtains. When Taryn had walked into the main room (Anissa had slept on the couch - which was a fold out bed) Anissa reminded herself to ask about her older sister.
An elbow in her ribs brought Anissa back to reality, and she nearly choked on some of the popcorn. "What?" she asked, bitterly and unamused.
"Last night, you said you had somethin' to ask me, right?"
OH.
"THAT."
Taryn made a face as if Anissa had said something funny (or odd). After she prodded her (Anissa's) side again - this time with the knuckles of her fist - Anissa knew that the jig was up. She was found out. "Yeah..." Taryn drawled, expectantly, "whatever that is..."
Suddenly, Anissa was nervous. And not because it wasn't a good time to ask (but then again, when was a good time, anyways?) She didn't feel like she had enough courage to invade Taryn's personal space, by asking about Alyssa.
"Come on," the red-head urged again. "Whatever it is, it can't be something bad like my grandpa dying, or something."
True.
"Is there a guy around here, that Alyssa knows, and hangs out with that --"
"Blue hoodie, really tall, lanky - kind of... lopes and shit, when he runs?"
There was a feeling of dread in Anissa's stomach when Taryn spoke. She never should have brought it up, because the tone of Taryn's voice held ... what? Disapproval? Dislike?
Disappointment?
"Yeah." Taryn's voice sounded nothing short of any of those. And, if not more noticeable than the rest, she sounded completely defeated. Like she was accepting defeat. "I've been tryin' to get her to, uh... basically 'cut down' - for lack of a better term - on hanging out with him. So much bad shit happens, and I'm always worried that... That... Like.. I can't explain.
"He's so influential, and persuasive that... I don't know. It's hard to believe that they're just best friends - for me. They act like best friends, and all, and even have each other's backs. I mean, come on - me and Alyssa were that way before..." Taryn gestured her arms out to the side in a 'THIS' action, "But... I just don't like it."
Anissa was confused. "Who?"
"Ugh," Taryn groaned. She felt impatient and exhausted with Anissa already, even though there was almost no chance that the blonde knew any of the story. But, regardless, she was surprised that the younger girl didn't realise who the boy actually was. "You didn't recognize him?" She failed to hide the incredulity in her voice.
Now Anissa was the impatient one. "Who?"
"Shuyin."
"...What?"
"Shuyin."
"AND ALYSSA?"
"ExACTLY."
"You better explain fast, before I start to hunt them, and find out what drugs they're on."
This made Taryn break out in laughter, and nod her head in agreement.
Anissa couldn't believe it. Alyssa? And Shuyin? They were...they were...were...enemies! The two had always fought, in the past. Or, well, Shuyin had always tried to get to her (Anissa), and Alyssa never would allow it. For a while - when Shuyin first started to show an interest - the two had been fine; on civil terms with one another. They never talked, and never made an effort greet the other.
Then, suddenly, Alyssa refused to let Shuyin around her anymore.
It was as if something had happened between the both of them that made Alyssa change her mind about the once-bright-eyed boy they knew. And Anissa chose to break up with him, due to his violent and verbal hostility towards Alyssa. Shuyin had constantly talked about his hatred and dislike of her sister, whenever they had a moment alone. He never once apologized.
"About a month after we both came back here, he tried to apologize for his actions a few years ago. You know, when he basically fucked up his friendship with Alyssa while he was goin' out with you. Alyssa --"
"Wait. Friendship?" Anissa shook her head. Taryn had things all wrong, already. "Shuyin and Alyssa never really liked each other. Like... ever. Then, suddenly, I don't why, but they started to hate each other."
Taryn gave her the most sympathetic half-smile that Anissa had ever seen. The light in her eyes even seemed a bit pained. "No, Anissa." The softer tone of voice made Anissa feel as if the temperature had just dropped. "You ... more or less stole Shuyin away from her."
Anissa's mind stopped rationalising and thinking of ways that Shuyin and Alyssa ever communicated and interracted. She couldn't think of anything to say, except, "...huh?"
"Yeah. They were never going out, and Alyssa isn't really one to 'like' someone, but she was comfortable with him. He liked her. And the two were best friends, and then... then he met you. God, you have no idea just how much he liked you, do you?" The blank but shocked look on Anissa's face was enough for Taryn to continue. "I can't explain what happened, but ... as soon as he was interested in you, he stopped hanging out with your sister. That's why they never said a word to each other, then, one day, they seemed hell-bent on keepin' you away from the other --"
The abrupt, loud, and quick sound of the door opening stopped Taryn from continuing, and, before she could stop herself, slapping a hand to her mouth.
Stumbling through the doorway was Alyssa and a (drunk) Shuyin draped over her shoulders. They were both drenched in rainwater, and incoherent words were spilling out of Shuyin's mouth.
The moment Alyssa spotted Anissa, she started backing away with an irritated glance to the side at Shuyin. But the instant they passed through the doorway, Shuyin's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell limp. After barely grabbing Shuyin around the ribs and pulling tighter on the arm over her shoulders, Alyssa looked up at the other two women in the room.
The look in her eyes could be desrcibed as informed. Instantly, Anissa knew that the subject of her and Taryn's conversation was found out. And that any questions, comments, or remarks about the boy obviously unable to speak for himself, would be shot down immediately.
She fucking knows everything, damnit.
When Alyssa gave Shuyin another look - one that lacked any emotion - Anissa suddenly realised that Taryn's words were true.
Alyssa had just never told her that the two of them were friends. Not because she was ashamed, or embarassed. But because she didn't want Anissa to feel like she'd done something wrong. And that was exactly how Anissa felt at that moment.
"And the two were best friends, and then... then he met you."
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The moment Anissa returned home - or returned to her mother's house, anyways - she forgot all about Shuyin and her sister. She forgot all of how her sister carried him to another room, waited two hours for him to wake up, and how Shuyin had quite literally ran out the door when he saw the blonde. Not a single word to spare.
And she forgot all of the awkward and tension filled silence that had hung in the air between her sister and Taryn for the hour after Shuyin's abrupt departure. Hell, Anissa even forgot about the reason she chose to go back home (which had been a brief phone call from her mother asking of her whereabouts), when she saw her standing at the door.
Anissa forgot about everything.
When she saw her face, all Anissa could think of doing was launch an extremely tight, and long hug.
Her just so happened to be her best friend. Or ex best friend.
She had the same shoulder length brown hair; it was now wavy with curles and styled to the right of her face. The dimples in her tan cheeks were still there, and she was still at least two inches shorter than Anissa. But her voice was a pitch lower, and there was a distinctive light in her eyes that never left. The curves Anissa had always envied were even more apparent and visible.
Rena.
A few shrieks, hugs, squeals, and laughs later, they sat facing each other on the couch, with their legs crossed indian style. Passing the drink back and forth between them, Rena (unfortunately for Anissa) mostly spoke of The World.
Mostly spoke of Shi.
Mostly spoke of Shugo and Tengaki.
Of the time Anissa wanted to forget about.
After about twenty minutes of talking of things that neither of them liked and things that neither of them hated, the conversation shifted.
"So... How's Alyssa?" The tentative and cautious tone of Rena's voice caught Anissa off-guard. "I mean... I heard that she went to court a couple of times after the World, and was diagnosed with PTD because... of... yeah."
And Anissa had no clue what she was talking about. PTD? She didn't even know what the hell that was, let alone whether her sister was diagnosed with it.
"Ok, ONE: What the hell is PTD? TWO: What do you mean my sister was diagnosed with it? Alyssa wouldn't and doesn't have anything wrong with her. THREE: Why the hell would she have to go to court and not the rest of us?"
Rena wrapped her fingers together until her skin turned white, as a dawning look spread about her face. The expression told Anissa one thing - apparently, she wasn't supposed to know anything about what Rena just spoke of. The whole five years they'd all been seperated, Anissa had been left out of the loop. That pissed her off, even though it hurt.
"Ok," Anissa demanded in a strict and hard voice, knowing damn well that she was wronged, "you're going to tell me everything, damnit."
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