Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Sunrise Reminiscing ❯ And Now We Dance ( Chapter 7 )

Sunrise Reminiscing

Chapter 7. And Now We Dance

By: Gator Ri

And once again I must apologize for the long break of no new chapter. *sigh~* Life really sucks sometimes ya' know? Of course ya do! Anywhose Thankies for the reviews minna! Warning, this chapter is very vulgar in it's language.

"Grrrrr! I'm goin' ta kill 'im!" I growled as I punched the wall, making Derek and Jon look at each other.

I whirled around, anger very apparent on my visage, "I swear! One more time! One more time!"

Jon got up and held his palms out in a position of surrender, "Hey take it easy, Tasuki. What did he do this time?"

In my rage I barely heard the words or question but that's okay because that was on my list of things to rant about next.

"The funkin' bastard finds fault with every fuckin' thing I do! It's as if I don' exist! Fuck 'im! I'm sick n' tired of bein' treated like a subhuman!" I paused long enough to take a breath, "He treats my like fuckin' garbage! He's fuckin' cold n' mean! An' he didn' even give me a fuckin' chance from the start!" I finally finished gasping for much needed air.

My friends looked at me and then at each other, they obviously didn't know what to say for then they looked back at me again and shrugged.

This was the second week and the last day of that week since tutoring had started and I couldn't take it anymore. Sooner or later something was going to give and I had a feeling that it would be me.

"Sooner or later something is going to have to give," Derek finally said.

Jon nodded his head in agreement, "I have a bad feeling that it will you, Tasuki."

"Well, no shit," I growled.

He ignored my comment, "Chichiri is just too composed and blocked by that damn wall of ice. He would never explode, at least not in front of anyone."

Calming down a bit after my rage I nodded, "Yeah, no shit. That's th' problem I can' let myself burst."

The other two snorted, "That's like trying to not let a tea kettle scream."

I didn't say anything back, I knew that they were right, "Well, all I hafta do is make 'til Christmas break. That's only a month away."

"Yeah and how much time do you have to spend with him in that month?"

I cringed, making my eyes squeeze shut. Peeking one open I looked at the pair of them, "A lot," my voice came out strained.

"Exactly."

"And how close are you to killing him?" queried Derek.

I gulped, "Extremely," came the squeak. This really didn't look good, I had to make it through…I had to.

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The cursor on the screen blinked at me as I sat there and stared at it, trying to think of what to write to my family. The only thing I wanted to vent about was Tasuki, he was driving me up the wall!

Sighing I rubbed at my eyes with a hand as an idea finally came to me and I started typing. A few minutes later I sent a page of bull to my parents for them read. I felt bad for doing that but they wouldn't understand how awful he, meaning Tasuki, was to live with and spend time with.

I was almost to the point where I didn't know what to do, I didn't feel like I was getting through to the boy, of course there more than likely was a very good reason for that as well. I wasn't trying because frankly I didn't care he wasn't intelligent enough. He just took up space, my gaze turned to his haphazardly piled desk. The site mae me scowl and despise him all the more, *Lazy ass,* I thought to myself, *Free loader. Think you can just float through life?* I snorted, he obviously did.

My eyes strayed to the clock, it was already eleven, I better get to bed so I could get up for classes and work.

*At least tomorrow is Friday,* I thought to myself and hen scowled deeper, *Of course that then means dealing with a drunk and over hung Tasuki. That is if and when he comes back.*

I had one analogy for my life so far this semester; College was Hell!

Shutting my computer off, I got up from the chair and crawled into bed without changing, for at that point I just didn't care.

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I woke the next morning with a frown on my face, fangs peeking out the corners of my mouth.

*What the hell!!* I berated myself, *Why n' the world would you have a dream aobut Chichiri! Especially that kind of dream!*

I made a face, disgusted with myself, *I should be having dreams about Jon shouldn't I? I mean after all he is my boyfrien'.*

I groaned in frustration, of course we had been having a lot of problems of late, mainly due to the fact I was always in such a tizzy about said dream boy. I raked a hand through my tousled orange hair and pushed the dream aside, determined not to analyze it any further, well hopefully.

Sitting up I swung back the covers and jumped to the floor, turning the instant my feet touched the carpet to see if Chichiri's bunk was empty. I gave a sigh of relief, it was, good, for he was the last person I wanted to see at the moment.

Grabbing whatever pants and shirt my hand happened to touch I stumbled into the bathroom still trying to get the all to vivid images of Chichiri writhing beneath me in ecstasy and calling my name as I pushed into him with all my driven need.

"Fuck," I growled to myself as I climbed into the shower, "He's the last person ya need ta have erotic dreams about. Dammit!"

I set myself to work on shaving and shampooing and after the shower on my homework. Anything to get the fucking dream out of my head, the dream of the person that I hated the most.

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A couple more weeks passed and I had, had one more dream with the fucking prick in it, it was pissing me off immensely. Not to mention that Jon and I had just had a fight. So I went into the tutoring session already in a frustrated and irritable mood only to have to deal with the prick himself in all his bastardness.

I scowled at him as I sat down, at which he promptly returned.

"Good to see that we've learned how to tell time," he commented in a disdaining tone.

That little seed of anger inside of me started to grow a bit, ready to sprout, "Screw you."

He frowned deeper, ignoring my comment, "You actually have something to count for you this time, instead of against you. How surprising."

He wrote something down in his folder as I sat there the seed having been given another push and almost breaking free of the wall around it. *Calm down,* I told myself, *Calm down.*

He leaned back in his wooden chair and looked at me, "But we obviously don't know what we are here for," his voice dropped a few degrees, "Get out your books."

"What if I say no," I was not in the mood to deal with his shit tonight.

His look got rather dangerous but there was a gleam in his eyes, "Then I have the pleasure of telling you to pack your bags because you're not good enough to be here."

I chewed angrily on the inside of my lip, "Fine," I grunted. For I did rather like to keep my hide in tact and my parents would ream me if I got kicked out. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was doing better in my classes.

The session began and went about as well as two people who hate each other could do and at long last it was finally getting close to time for blessed freedom.

I was getting out my last book when Chichiri said something that made me boil; something that he more than likely didn't mean to say out loud. And normally I might have ignored it but not tonight.

"What?" I growled.

He glared at me.

"You know what! Fuck off! Ya stupid bastard!" I raised my voice at him in a menacing tone.

"If you don't want to learn then fine," he intoned back in a low voice, seeming unruffled by my outburst, except for the fact that he was getting up and gathering his things. Looking at me he pointed his finger, "Just remember it's your fault that you're getting kicked out after this semester. And I will be more than happy to have you gone." Turning on his he, he strode out of the library as everyone else looked at us.

Cursing I gathered my stuff and shoved it in my backpack. Then stormed back to the room, not even thinking about the fact that he might be there.

Turning my key in the lock I burst through the door of our room to find Chichiri angrily pacing back and forth. He stopped upon hearing the door open and looked at me his face just as cold and unfazed as ever.

But in his eyes I could read the anger and hatred in them, boring into me, making me cringe against their force. Brushing it off as best I could I let the door close and blinked at him for a moments and then returned the feelings. *This is the one who has made your life a living hell, he has no reason to hate me.*

I let my bag drop as I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, "What th' fuckin' hell you lookin' at?" I growled.

"You…oh wait," he rolled his eyes and smacked his forehead with his palm, "I forgot you're nothing but subhuman. A paramecium, you have no brain. I'm surprised you even know how to breathe and blink with out being told to."

"Fuck! Bitch! Horror!" my voice raising in volume with every word, "You fuckin' bastard prick that needs to be put into his shit eatin' place!"

He cut me off, "Stop right there," the venom in his voice very evident.

Time went into slow motion for a few moments as I felt the seed that had been inside of me burst open and then time started again, only faster this time. I was on top of him in an instant, his terrified brown eyes looking wildly around the room as he tried to shout but couldn't find his voice. I didn't know why he was so terrified and I didn't care at this point, I was past the point of all feeling that is except for that of anger and the want to make this boy suffer for all the wrongful things he had done to me.

So I tore at his clothes and sat a top him like the conquering hero, like a soldier taking one of the women from the village his platoon had just taken over. Only I had anger, I didn't have the lust I just had vengeful anger coursing through every fiber in my body.

I think that it was his cries of pain the brought me back to my senses and his whimpers of fear. I stopped what I was doing and looked at his torn shirt, the places where my nails and fangs had made red tracks on his porcelain skin, the tears that were running down his face.

Slowly I stood up and backed away then turning I ran out the door and kept on running.