Jo was furious.
No…she was irritated
Wait… No – she was jealous.
To be precise - she was all that was mentioned. Unfortunately, her crimson eyes somehow couldn't portray all her emotions at one go, instead they just turned blank. The reflection in her eyes was gone – dead. Her mouth was neither curved up in a grin nor down in her usual look, it was only a thin line. Her silvery white hair was now shoulder length, it had lost its shine and the tuffs that stood out were down. Her face had lost its colour and the redness in it was slowly fading. She continued to stare at the television screen – blank. Though the air conditioning was on, she was hot and sweating profusely. Her perspire caused the sleeves to stick onto her, it was very uncomfortable. The sleeves – they were long. Clad in white, the white track suit made her outstanding among the rubbish piled around her. She hated everything that was happening, past, present, future. How she despised it.
"Jo?" she flinched at the voice, she once loved now she hated it.
"Jo? Are you there?" she bit her lip.
"Jo? I know you're in there…can you please open the door?" her legs propped on the table twitched.
"Jo! Can you please open the door!?" she shut her eyes and clenched her teeth together.
"JO! I said…Can you please open the door!" her fist were curled up together tight.
"JO! What is your problem! Can't you understand, OPEN THE DOOR!" she curled up in the couch, pressing her palms flat hard against her ears.
"JO! OPEN THE DOOR!" her eye lids tighten and she could taste copper at the tip of her tongue.
"JO! GODDAM IT! WHY CAN'T YOU MOVE YOUR ASS! OPEN THE DOOR…" the ball she was in curled up even more, "…I'M FREEZING!"
Her eyes shot open, jumping up form her position, her shin slammed against the table causing the portable television to topple; she grunted in pain. She stormed through the pile of rubbish, making everything lose balance, the sound was deafening. When she reached the door, she heard the other voice. The rage she was holding back fired.
"JO! ONCE AGAIN WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH YOU NOT OPENING THE DOOR FOR ME!?" Jo slammed her fist into the nearby cupboard, a shattering noise was heard; she definitely broke something.
She heard a whisper; it made her bite her lip – twice.
"JO! Whatever! YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOUR RIDICULOUS PROGRAMS! FORGET IT! I'M COMING THROUGH THE ROOF LATCH!" her crimson eyes narrowed at the insult. She shouldn't have left her seat just to come all the way here to only get that back. Her hand was now bruised and it was aching with a piercing pain surging throughout – she should have control her anger better. She swiftly walked through the floor of garbage, slamming 'their' door behind her.
Jo scanned 'their' room, the bed was in a total mess, she grunted at the sight; she definitely didn't want to sleep on it tonight. The floor was piled with clothes both female and male – why was it here? The white track suit was keeping her sane, she didn't want to wreck the whole place – she was already warned. The track suit gleamed in the darkness, its innocence was still pure, but she knew that the girl that gave it to her wasn't.
A metal clink was heard from the roof, followed by a soft landing and a loud thud; there was laughter. Jo felt her blood boil and her heart pressure rise, the laughter – something wasn't acceptable. She rummaged through 'their' cupboard; she had to find something to vent her anger on before it blew.
"Wait here, I'll go get changed." Jo's eyes sparked, her lower lip was bleeding badly but she couldn't help it.
She heard footsteps, fast and quick towards 'their' room. Jo turned towards the door, rooted to the ground, she wasn't going to budge. Her mouth was shut tight; she didn't care what was going to happen. The door clicked.
Blue met Red.
"The deaf-mute is here, how pleasant." Jo spat at her insult. The red head stuck her tongue out and headed towards the cupboard. Sadly, something stopped her. Jo didn't want to move, she already told herself not to. The red head's blue eyes flashed at crimson, she placed her hand on her hips and cocked her eye browns upwards, her voice was low, "Jo."
Jo stood her stance; the silence created was unbearable for the read head.
"Jo! Move!" Jo stared pass the red head towards the half open door, a ray of light streaming through, she saw black.
"Jo! Stop ignoring me and move!" the figure outside moved hastily, Jo felt the red head's aura grow menacingly.
Something struck her, her keys…they were on the table. "JO!"
Jo growled, she sped past the red head and leaped towards the door. She flung it open, slamming hard against the wall. At the side of her eye she saw the red head flinch and start to tremble. She didn't care, she didn't want to care. The rubbish on the floor made her slip easily towards the table. She didn't want to go back there, but she had to. The keys shined under the white light, the two hand made dolls which were tied onto the key ring…they weren't they, they were gone. This time Jo really fired.
"MEG!" the yell was loud and strong, Jo could feel the vibrations, she didn't hesitate; she needed to yell – real hard. Though her crimson eyes held no emotion, the orange-coloured hair teenager whom stood in front of her could sense her anger. Jo shifted her crimson eyes to him, it burned through.
"MEG! GODDAM IT! WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LONG!?" she had to emphasize on the long, she really meant it. This time she didn't want to go easy on her.
Meg shivered in the darkness. The cold air which streamed in from the open door reached the red-head. Her hands were moving rapidly up and down her bare arms, she shouldn't have left her jacket on the table. Jo's voice was loud and clear from where she was standing, from the tone of her voice, Meg knew she was furious. Meg rolled her eyes – whatever. She reached out for her garment, that's when Jo fired again.
"Meg-" there was a long pause, Meg turned towards the door – what is she yelling for? Once she faced her garments, she heard a loud crash and a horrible grunt followed by choking. Her blue eyes widened. Jo's booming voice continued, "YOU! WHY ARE YOU…?"
Jo's fingers were wrapped around the orange coloured hair teen's neck – tight. She didn't resist the temptation to squeeze the flesh, she always wanted to. She felt the teen struggle underneath her grip, grasping for breath. His hands were trying their best to pry open her fingers – too bad he couldn't. Jo had advantage over the teen slammed on the cold floor, not until she heard Meg scream.
The cold night breeze sent chills down Jo's spine though the white track suit covered her. She lay on the roof watching the trees surrounding the trailer sway with the wind. Her crimson eyes searched the sky – the stars weren't out. The metal pressed against her back cooled her continuous growing anger. The burning sensation on her cheek was still there, it stung whenever she touched it. She flinched slightly as she recalled what happened.
"You called?" the small screen in front of her buzzed.
Propping herself up, Jo eyed the small girl with two pig tails on the screen, "Where's Sei?"
"Ouch, did you get slapped or something?" the girl questioned the gunslinger as she noticed the red mark on her friend's cheek.
"Where's Sei?" Jo demanded as she bent her knee up, resting her arm on it.
"Sei told me: Give up Jo! YOU aren't to leave the trailer and SHE is NOT going to return your desert eagles!" Amy pouted, sticking her tongue out in the process.
"Ugh! Where's Sei!?" from the tone of the gunslinger's voice, Amy knew she wasn't in a good mood to disturb but Amy didn't have a choice.
"I already told you…Sei…" before Amy could finish, Jo barked, "Where's Sei!?"
"Jo…" the small girl tried to reason. Jo didn't go easy on her too.
"Jo what do you want now?" upon hearing that voice, Jo smirked – finally.
"Sei: One, return me my guns. Two, I want to leave the trailer. Three, I want to do my free lance job and lastly… ASK MEG TO GET A ROOM!" Jo's face was flushed red.
Sei smiled deviously, "Jo: One, No, you can't have your guns back. Two, you have to take care of the trailer. Three, No, you can't to any free lancing and lastly…TELL HER YOURSLEF!" the small girl hiding behind Sei giggled. Jo flinched at the older woman's answer, she narrowed her eyes.
"Jo…I already told you…It's natural for any girl." Sei added nonchalantly.
Jo twitched… "Every night she brings him back! IS THAT NATURAL!?"
Sei coughed turning a shade of pink, "Aw! Jo's jealous!" Amy screamed behind.
Jo glared at the girl before she hid behind Sei, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't leave this trailer." Jo pointed at the lady in the screen.
"She's the only thing that keeps your heart beating." Jo turned crimson at the answer. The two laughed at the sight.
"I will kill you when you come back!" Jo threatened before turning off the communication line.
Plopping herself back onto the roof, she stared back into the night sky. A small flash of light was seen in the dark; Jo smirked, 'Maybe.'
Meg curled up in the sheets, she desperately wanted to raise the temperature of the air conditioning in 'their' room, but she didn't. Meg forced herself to curl up even more, despite how 'inflexible' she was. She wanted warmth but the sheets weren't doing any good. The space next to her on the bed was empty; it wasn't suppose to be empty. She sighed, no matter what her mind said; her heart was aching for Jo to be next to her. She didn't want anybody's warmth, she wanted Jo's. She had spent six long weeks without the gunslinger's presence and she felt horribly terrible. Her mind raced, why wasn't the gunslinger talking to her? Instead, both of them were only fighting with each other, for what reason…Meg wrecked her brain.
Meg mentally slapped herself. Since she met that handsome orange coloured hair teen, she couldn't help but fall for him. It started out as a normal conversation when she was waiting for Kyouhei in the cooking school. It then progressed when he found an interest in her…wait…it was Kyouhei's fault; he shouldn't have brought him back one evening. Meg blushed under the sheets, that night was 'passionate'. Meg then realised when she processed all her thoughts it still ended up with him…Ray.
He was the source of all problems.
Once he came into Meg's life, Jo seemed to grow further and further away from her. They were always fighting even over a small petty thing. It always ended with either one of them storming off, if it was Jo yelling…Meg would scream and storm off. But if it was Meg yelling…Jo would disappear to the roof and only come back in the next morning. This time was different, Meg had to slapped Jo; she went to far. Meg yet came to another conclusion; jealously…That was what hit Jo. Jo was jealous…of what? Meg furrowed her brows together. She never kissed him, never slept with him; she only talked…is talking to a boy wrong? If talking to a boy was wrong then…then Kyouhei should be dead by now. The click of the door brought Meg back to her senses; the stream of light engulfed her sleeping form. She felt a familiar presence settle beside her, Meg felt her heart stop.
Jo crept into 'their' room. She longed to sleep on a bed, especially 'their' bed. She didn't want to sleep on the couch again; it practically gave her a terrible back ache. She couldn't sleep on Sei's bed (if she even had one) because her room door was locked and she definitely didn't want to sleep on Amy's bed if it was even considered a bed. Jo's crimson eyes shifted towards the sleeping form, she grunted in disgust – wasn't Meg suppose to be with him, wait…he had already gone backSliding under the sheets, she happily welcomed the warmth that Meg gave her. How she missed the girl and her bubbly character. Her body ached for the red-head's body pressed against her like how they shared unforgettable nights. Jo shook the thought out of her mind…Meg already had that boy. Jo felt her heart cringe with pain…jealously…she sighed. She already knew what caused her anger to boil but why couldn't she be happy for Meg. Jo replayed the words that Sei told her four weeks ago: Jo…leave it be, It's natural. Jo coughed…natural? She looked at her hands…maybe it was time to let her go. To let someone else protect her. She felt her heart drop at the thought. Turning to face the red-head, Jo leaned in closer, noses almost touching, she whispered to the sleeping form
Slowly wrapping her arm around Meg, Jo pulled herself closer. Nestling under Meg's chin, the beating of her lover's heart lulled her to sleep.
Little did Jo know that Meg wasn't sleeping.