Once in a Lifetime
A/N: I love this series because the girl figure is so strong and unabashed by who she is. She's someone every girl can relate to at one time or another and I just feel the need to elaborate on the plot.
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Her life held no light or illusions; her soul was a void of eternal darkness. This was the way she wanted it, after all this way she would never get hurt, and this way no one could call her ugly again. For how can they? She herself had already admitted. For years she had lived like this, draped in blackness and blood, and she had been content. If not for her aunt's intervention those things would never have come. Oh how she damned those god forsaken creatures of light, coming and bringing with them their radiant glory. Their disgusting luminescence. It wasn't something seen to the naked eye, but rather an undeniable aura that surrounded the beautiful. A sort of magnetism you could say. Well, to her…it repelled… but then again there was always a first time for everything. Maybe, just maybe, she would find the courage to face to world of light again…
Nakahara Sunako was weird, she didn't try to deny it, she didn't even care anymore. Why should she? If the world was nothing but a false façade used to fool the weak. Long ago she had been among them but no longer, now she was in control, now she saw past the masks and politeness, now she was an outcast. So therefore it also entitled her to creepy hobbies and odd clothes; a freedom she never had following the rules of protocol. Sunako treasured the freedom of being on the "dark" side, now if only there wasn't the issue of having four heartthrobs living in the same mansion. 'Although if Noi-chan hurries I'll only have three to murder.' She thought as she trod down the stairs to the kitchen in preparation for breakfast. It was a typical in the household and as was the norm, Sunako did the cooking. She didn't feel that this chore downgraded her into a stereotypical female, she just didn't want to eat the horrid mess the guys called "cooking". Another reason for her to cook was the sense of power she got from it, she could easily poison them at her will or just refuse and starve them to death. Oh, how she relished that thought, but now was not the time. Maybe after her aunt found a new project other than her to obsess over…
One by one as the sun rose, the males slunk into the kitchen. First was Takenaga who was always on time and dressed, then came Yuki; slightly sleepy but also dressed for school. Finally, after them, trailed Ranmaru and Kyohei, slow as molasses. The guys had long learned that it was best not to interrupt her, even to say hello, when she was doing something. Sunako served them and left to eat in her own room. It was her custom to enjoy most of her meals in the sanctuary of her safe place, where no light creatures dared to tread…well, ok, maybe one. 'But Kyohei will pay if he dares to again.' Sunako thought viciously. Yes, her mind was twisted and yes, she always thought of death. Whether from all those horror films or out of her own insanity she neither knew nor cared as long as she was still of the Dark.
Getting ready for school was always a chore for her, it took all her courage just to walk out the door and be knocked away by those chittering females as they tried to reach one of the guys. Of course the fangirls ignored her, duh, she wasn't a guy, she wasn't normal and most importantly, she wasn't beautiful. What was there to do but plow on steadily and pray that none of the girls wore stilettos, and that's what Sunako did. Noi-chan always became infruriated when Sunako let someone push her over, she always ranted on and on about how Sunako should just stand up for herself to the public. But Noi just couldn't understand that for people like Sunako it was perfectly fine. And for Sunako especially so because she didn't want to go back to being who she was. Partially because deep down she didn't want to be rejected again. Rejection and isolation can tear down even the strongest of fortresses and for Sunako that was her greatest fear.
Today she battled through the wave again, expecting no help to come from the swamped boys, as always. This time a particularily good 'Britney Spears' look a like tripped her and stepped right on her back. Muttering a string of curses and profanities Sunako stood up again and dusted her long black dress as best as she could in the crowd, it was no use to try and get an apology out of the girl; they'd just ignore her anyways. Then suddenly she was jerked off to one side, finding herself face to face with Kyohei and safe in a narrow alleyway. Almost immediately the chibi-formed black haired girl could feel the blood rushing to her nose. She turned away in time to stop the blood from getting all over him but there was no way to hide the fact that Kyohei affected her way more then the others. Usually she would only be temporarily blinded by them, but with him near it was a whole new story. Sunako, on impulse, could not stop from getting a heavy nosebleed. And it sure didn't help that he was leaning in even more.
"Sunako-chan, you ok? Sorry but I forgot the spare pack of tissues today." Kyohei's light coloured hair brushed against her fingers as he examined her closely, it was enough to make her nose bleed even more profusely. Oddly enough you'd think she would be used to him since they had once 'dated' and had even kissed (much to Sunako's displeasure), but that was only a temporary situation. Thank god. She didn't try to deny that Kyohei was good looking, she also didn't try to fool herself into thinking someone like him would be interested in someone like her. There had never been any illusions there. They were just two people who needed each other to escape her aunt's wrath and get through the next few years.
Sunako shook her head and took out a handkerchief to wipe her face and hands. "We better get to school or your fan girls will get suspicious, they're a vicious bunch to people like me you know." Over the months Sunako had finally been able to talk to him like a normal person, rather then the short curt sentences she used to mutter. She headed out of the shadows and started on the main road again, but it wasn't long before another tug came at her shoulders.
"People like you? Sunako-chan last time I checked you were still from our race,I think your just afraid." A soft tingling breath whispered into her ear. Sunako sharply inhaled and tried to keep a determined pace while her heart sped. He had hit a nerve, but hell be damned if Sunako would let it show. No, she'll just keep walking and maybe he'll bug off. Sadly, Kyohei wasn't giving up this time, he tagged along right beside her, earning her more then a few glares from females on the street.
"I'm not afraid, I just don't see the point of it all. I don't care. Why should you? I don't want to be just another pretty face, there's enough of those." Sunako scoffed. She was so convicted about her opinion she didn't notice the raised level in the sidewalk and so ended up tripping.
A group of girls passed by and laughed at the pathetic image she made before passing on. Sunako kept her head down and allowed her long ebony hair to cover the shame that burned into her eyes. No matter what she said she was still human and so could still feel sadness and pain, she just tried not to show it. A hand separated the curtain and grasped her arm firmly helping her up. She stared defiantly at Kyohei expecting to see pity in which case she would kill him. "You saw them, that's what they're really like under all the fakery. I refuse to be one of them. This way at least I see a person's true nature."
There she stood, tall and regal; gone was the small stooped figure of ugliness and neglect. In its place was a raven haired beauty whose flashing dark eyes glinted of intelligence and cynicism. Her stance was self assured and her face shone radiantly with a porcelain glow, ready to face whatever hit her. The wind whipped her black dress around her and made it cling to her hourglass figure. Instead of meeting opposition Sunako saw admiration and a tinge of annoyance in Kyohei's eyes. He bent close and whispered in her ears once more.
"You right, you can never be pretty, you'd be stunning. But you'd never get carried away with it all, you know what the world's about, that's what I like about you."
Soooo, how was it? Wince I don't mind constructive critism but please, please keep it civil...I have a weak heart. PLZ REVIEW