Bonding? Maybe? (Ki)

[leila]

Leila Rebecca had always gone by her first two named all her life. It wasn’t until she turned fourteen and started cutting that she started playing with nicknames. Now, she had so many she didn’t know what to do with them. Lei, Lala, Bex, Reba, Bebe, LR…but her favorite by far was Vix. Most people she knew called her Vix or Vixen because that was what she truly was now, a Vixen. Especially here, here she could full out be a vixen and no one would care, hell it was her job. And fuck, it wasn’t like she was worse than other people here, she was a walk in the park compared to half of these other fuckers! She liked being who she was, and fuck here she could be. SO why should she complain like the others?

Here was better than home. Here there were no reminders of Sara or her Mother. There was just Vix, or Bex, or Lei, or Lala, or Leila Rebecca…there was just her and her many names. Honestly she didn’t care what people called her as long as she got what she wanted. Fuck names.

But she wasn’t at work now, now she was in the B house. Nice place even if people were nuts around here, they weren’t as bad as the C cases. B’s were medium nuts. Like her. She was totally medium nuts and she knew it. Like she cared. She was happy the way she was and people could deal. Like they could deal with the fact that she was a witch. Not that she really was but shhhh no one needed to know. She would rather they think what they wanted to think, it kept her safe around here.

She was glad she hadn’t chosen a vampire or were cat to impersonate other wise she would have been so screwed, cat’s out of the bag and all that. The werecats and vamps healed so fast, they wouldn’t have the marks she got from work as long as Vix managed to keep hold of them. Like, at this very moment, she was laying, entirely bare, face down on her bed. Why face down? She had no choice. Which kinda annoyed Vix because she liked sleeping on her back. But a particularly viscious client with a whip had gone to town on her back last night, so the deep welts and lacerations meant no back for Vix unless she wanted to stain her sheets with more of her own blood. Which she didn’t.

Ugh, her back was such a mess. It’d heal just fine, the whip was clean and so were the wounds. If she was lucky she wouldn’t even have scars as long as she took care of it. And she had so much experience by now taking care of it. She had rubbed these herbs she had gotten from a witch the other day into them, and should have them in wraps but they should stay in the open air now that she had washed out the herbs for another hour or two. The thing was, she was so damn hungry.

Moving caused a bolt of pain to race through her but it easily turned in to a bolt of pleasure and she nearly moaned at the pure affect that had on her. She managed to keep it to herself though long enough to stand. She didn’t stretch as much as she wanted to. No need to wake the house with her little moans, even though it was nearly 5 in the afternoon. Maybe this was why she was so hungry. With a little grin she pulled on black loose ripped up jeans over her butt, not minding the way the rough fabric caressed her many brusies. It wasn’t enough to get a response out of her.

The issue was the shirt. She couldn’t wear nothing, even though it didn’t bother her it was against house rules. And a bra would hurt worse that she was willing to deal with and agitate the wounds. So what to do…a tee shirt would cover them too much…so she found one of her midriff shirts. It was loose and kept most of the wounds still exposed to the air. That worked out well in her favor. She grinned and tugged her long black hair up into a pony and studied her reflection with her ice blue eyes in the mirror. So…the shirt kinda stopped just below her breasts. Oh well, she didn’t have much of a figure. Anyone she bumped into could live with a little lower boob-age.

Deal with life.

Anyway. She slid her headphones into her ears and out of the room she scooted, her music so loud in her ears the person next door could probably hear it but it wasn’t any of her issue. She was just off to get food. Every step made pain surge along her. And she didn’t care one bit, instead she reveled in it. Vix’s wires were crossed so badly, pain was pleasure. She wasn’t sure how it happened but she didn’t care. It had given her a chance to be who she was now and be a person all her own rather than a wimp who followed others or one that sobbed all the time because she wasn’t popular or something. She was her own damn person now and it worked just fine for her, thanks.

She made her way to the kitchen, headphones blasting in her ears to the point that she wouldn’t know if the house fell all around her or not. She didn’t care, she just wanted her music and her food. She was so damn hungry she thought she’d explode or something and have a full conversation with her rumbling stomach. It was that loud. She opened the fridge and dug around, trying to find something good to eat in this dump that didn’t require too much actual cooking. Vix could cook, but it required too much twisting, she had to at least try to baby her wounds, right?

Ugh, where was the meat in this place?

Words: 1057, good for a first ever post
Comments: Leeeets seeeeee
Muse: Epic

[ki]

OMG! IT'S GONE CUZ I FAIL AT LIFE! I'M SO SORRY! IF I HAVE IT SAVED IN SOME FILE, I'LL FIND IT AND PUT IT BACK, BUT UNTILL THEN, I'M SO SORRY Dx

[leila]

See, the downside to being human, Vix thought as she dug through the fridge for any sign of meat cause she was in no fucking way a vegetarian, was that she didn’t heal damn fast enough. As exhibited by the, now sluggishly bleeding, welts in her back. She was moving too much and it had opened them up. Oh fucking well. She sighed, her shirt was slightly bloodstained anyway, It wouldn’t fucking kill her. Besides, it was white, hello bleach. Vix’s new best friend after all. Fucking, yes. Another down side to being human? She never got the fucking meat first. Her more supernatural house mates always seemed to get it first. Fuckers.

The fridge seriously needed to be restocked. Don’t look at her, she didn’t have any intention of actually going to the store herself, she was too busy with her job and healing. In that order of course. She debated for a moment dancing, wondering if it was worth opening up the welts to be able to move. The pain wouldn’t even factor in, she didn’t care about the pain because it only turned her on. It was more whether or not she wanted to have to heal longer or not. She sighed, no, she didn’t want the extra heal time. She settled to actually just bobbing her head.

And singing.

Don’t get me wrong, Vix didn’t have a half assed voice, she was actually not half bad. She could more than carray a tune, she simply never bothered to sing because it wasn’t part of her fucking repertoire or whatever. Fuck that bullshit. She grinned a bit at the thought.

“Make-out song
We've been holding back too damn long!
Well the sweet talks great, but it's getting late
And I wanna just get it on!
This is my make-out song
Don't be getting your ego on!
'Cuz I like your lips but this foreplay kiss has been goin' on way too long
Get with my make-out song”

She sang out loud, being entirely unaware of the other person who had entered the kitchen. This was what happened when she wasn’t supernatural, no extra senses or any of that bull. Not that she would have had the extra senses if she was a witch, so her secret was safe for a little bit longer at least. Here was hoping anyway. She still didn’t realize anyone else was in the place, it didn’t matter to her to actually check around her. She had yet to meet her roommates and it wasn’t really on her top priority list to check out for them anyway.

Score!

With a grin, Vix pulled out the chocolate bar that had been hidden in the back of the fridge. She was pretty positive that it had been her who had stuck it back in there, but even if she hadn’t….well it was hers now, wasn’t it? Didn’t look like there was anyone around here to claim it anyway. Besides, chocolate was her favorite thing ever. It was like…the best thing there was, it always made her happy ever since she was a little brat. So, she laid claim. The bratty, ice eyed girl, opened up the chocolate and took a bite. She preferred it warmer, but hey, chocolate was chocolate and she was impatient.

Not that she shouldn’t be having something that counted as a meal or something.

So, Vix had actually managed to figure that most of her housemates were probably at school. Ah school, Vix hadn’t fucking bothered to actually go there just about yet. No one had come by to drag her to the school yet, they were like liberated or something here, she didn’t care. As long as no one came by to drag her human ass along to school, well than she was happy. She turned around, chocolate in hand, only to see there was someone else actually in the kitchen.

Vix paused a moment, actually managing to keep the surprise from her face with practice of keeping her face blank and icy more than anything else. Well, that was surprising. She pulled one headphone out of her ear, slightly violently, and it hit a bruise on her stomach exactly as it bounced out of her ear. All that violence, it made her eyes flutter a bit. Not enough to get a real response out of the masochist, but enough to tickle her senses a little. Fuck, she needed to chill, or she’d be a mess come next week when she went back to work. She needed to pace herself. And all that bullshit.

This was the first time the little human had actually seen one of her housemates. This one seemed tiny. She took a moment to look over the girl with her icy eyes, keeping emotion out of them as she did. Well, this one seemed interesting enough or something like that. Not that Vix always interacted with people when she wasn’t working, but it wouldn’t kill her to actually play nice. Not that she actually played nice, fuck that. But hey, she could…er…pretend to try? Possibly? She wasn’t convinced just yet. She took in the pile of burgers, and a slight smile twisted her lips up for a moment. ”So that’s where all the fucking meat has gotten to, huh.” she said with her smirk in place. Trust Vix not to actually greet someone with a hi, how are ya. No, she liked more inventive meetings.

Besides, she wasn’t sure if she’d like this chick yet, so why should she behave herself? Just cause she was human didn’t mean she’d play nice or play dead. She was still hard headed and stubborn and rarely let anyone make her be anything else. Even in her line of work, where people daily pummeled her, she would never scream, especially when they wanted her to. It was her trademark. So no, it didn’t matter to her that this chick was something way more powerful than her. She would be the stubborn bitch she was so good at being!

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Muse: It fluctuated lol
Comments: She has a lot of Cris in her right now apparently lol

[ki]

When one was singing and dancing around a kitchen while looking for food in the fridge, most people would notice from the sounds. A werecat especially would have noticed from the sound of it. However, anyone with music blasting in their ears would notice absolutely no sound at all. Because that’s what listening to music via headphones or earbuds did to you. It cut you off from your sense of sound, fogging it up with just the music blasting. Now, of course, Miyuki was always half convinced someone would jump out of nowhere and try to kill her, but that paranoia was thanks to her being the eldest child of the leader of a rather powerful man that happened to lead a rather powerful organized crime group that had been behind the scenes of almost everything back there for who knows how long.

Heh, if only the stupid fuckers realized her daddy didn’t actually like her all that much.

Well, her mind was entirely taken off that line of thought at the sight of the bleeding… witch? Well, she was probably a witch, seeing as how she didn’t smell much like a deathy or vampire, or even a werecat. Anyway, the sight of the wounded stranger (probably one of her housemates) rocking out and singing while wounded, while checking out the fridge, well, that was an interesting sight. Enough to tug a slight smirk onto the Killer Doll’s face. Hey, it was amusing okay? That and Miyuki hadn’t actually ever walked in on someone dancing around singing since she was back home and watching her little sister Rei dance around singing and entirely forgetting people were there…

Shit… Fuck she needed a drink… or a cig. She hadn’t had a drink or a cig all day, her sisters would have freaked. Well, excuse the fact that Ki was getting pretty damn sick of shit! If she wanted to blow things off and forget what pissed her off for a moment, who was to say she couldn’t?!

Well, already onto her second burger, and the wounded witch finally turned around. “Nice moves.” The Killer Ki mumbled around the burger she was currently inhaling. Yes, she knew better than to talk with her mouth full. She had done it anyway. It wasn’t like her mother was here to go nuts and nag her about how “proper ladies shouldn’t talk with their mouths full!” Tch, fuck that. Mayumi was the “proper lady” of the Akagawa Twins, not Miyuki. Miyuki was the problem twin. It was just how it worked and sure as hell wasn’t changing any time soon.

Hah… like it ever could…

Another bite of her burger, little Tonokiri hiding behind the piles of wrapped-up burgers Miyuki had set on the table which she had pulled out of her bag moments ago and secretly chewing on what the little kitten could reach of the plushie trapped under the teenage snow leopard’s arm. Miyuki chewed in silence as she watched the other girl yank an earbud out of her ear and eye her as Miyuki had just done to her. Well, so the girl didn’t hear what she mumbled, that was fine. She wasn’t going to repeat herself anyways. However, the girl had pulled one of her earbuds out of her ears, which meant they were probably gonna end up talking. Again, she might as well return the favor, so she pulled one hand off her burger and reached into the pocket of the messenger bag slung across her shoulder to turn off the music from her iPhone, the movement causing the plushie to fall to the floor. Pulling her headphones off her ears, Miyuki turned her attention away from the ice-eyed girl and turned her gunmetal-grey eyes to the fallen stuffed toy. Ugh, did she have to pick it up right then and there? Miyuki sure as hell didn’t really want to…

You know what? Fuck it.

Instead of bothering to stand up, pick up the toy and hop back onto her seat, Miyuki instead grumbled while setting down her food, yanked off her coat and dropped it on top of the plushie, soon accompanied on the floor by her bag as soon as she pulled her iPhone out of it and placed it by her furry black kitten who was soon batting at it, curious as to what it was. Thinking again, her burger picked up again, after taking another rather large chomp out of the tasty fast-food, she kicked her shit up against the island, as close to her stool as she could be bothered. See? Miyuki could be considerate every blue moon! Shocker, right?

Well, at least that got the weight off her shoulders. ‘Sides, it was wayyyy warmer in doors than out there in the snow.

“Hm? Wha?” Miyuki asked, just realizing the other girl had said something. Oh, wait, no meat in the fridge? Or just straight up nothing to eat? Heh, Miyuki wouldn’t know, she had issues with other people using or taking her shit, and then other issues with taking or eating things she hadn’t made or bought herself. Thus was to be paranoid, after all. And therefore, Miyuki never had any idea of what state the fridge was in. She had her own canned foods and whatever else stored in her room with her candy and mini fridge and mini freezer with her other shit in it. She didn’t much like relying on others, so she didn’t. “Wouldn’ know” She shrugged in response, breaking off a piece of the burger she was eating and dropping it onto the counter for little Kiri-kitty to eat. “Bought these earlier, juss’ incase.” She explained before taking another chomp out of the burger.

No, if you’re wondering. Miyuki’s words were not slightly slurred because she was drunk. It was how she always spoke. She was brought up speaking japanese after all. Being that she learned her english from music, it was actually pretty damn good, if it wasn’t for the fact that she ever so slightly slurred her words, one wouldn’t even be able to tell she wasn’t born and raised in the country. No, she entirely forgot english when she was drunk and just ended up badly slurring her japanese, when she was high, she’d just talk in japanese and forget to speak english.

… Damnit. Was it Raea’s influence on her or the fact that she had just gotten back from seeing her sisters that was causing the constant nag in her head, something bothering her to offer some food for the stranger? Ugh… You know what? Fine. Miyuki would share, just this once.

She let out a slight sigh, in irritation at herself for gaining a conscious more than anything else. “If there’s nothin’ to eat in there, you can have some. Just ate a lil’ while ago, so I probably won’t finish it all anyways.” She reasoned with a shrug. She guessed it didn’t really matter if she didn’t have them all to herself, she wasn’t a pig after all. Sharing food when she was pretty sure she wouldn’t finish it all wouldn’t kill her after all.

And then Miyuki noticed the slight tugging on her head from the bow in her hair. Frowning and pausing in her eating for a moment, Miyuki yanked the irritating thing out, causing the red streaks in her hair to become almost entirely hidden by the locks of black that almost always covered them, muttering under her breath about stupid bows, which somehow tugged her memory back to school, which also reminded her of how quiet the house was. So, she wasn’t the only one skipping school today, huh? Well, glad to know she wasn’t the only class-ditcher around here at least. “Ditchin’ too?” Miyuki asked, figuring it wouldn’t kill her to start up a conversation. There was something in the back of her brain telling her to keep the conversation going. She didn’t know why, but Miyuki tended to listen to her instincts when it pulled shit like this. That was how she had run into Raea after all. Who knows, might get some good out of it.

Lol, she's being nice! Well, her version of it at least xD 1361 {Click!} + the blue eyed black persian kitten on Ki's app! Vix! lol gooood Miss Nothing- The Pretty Reckless MADE BY MIYU! STEAL AND DIE, BIZATCHES!

[leila]

Vix wasn’t aware that she had company as she danced around the kitchen and sang out loud as she looked for her food. The dancing she didn’t mind, she did it for a living, so she didn’t mind if people saw her dance, even if it had caused a slight luke warm trickle of blood to slide down her back, stopping mid back and making her absently whipe her back and lick it off her hand, she didn’t even think about the movement, it simply came naturally to her without a second thought. The singing though, the singing she would mind something else hearing. She didn’t have a half bad voice, but she didn’t give free shows with her voice. Her only audience was her hair brush and the shower head. Thank you very much. And it would stay like that.

She had then whirled around, chocolate in hand of course, to see someone else in the kitchen, One of the housemates she had yet to come in contact with she assumed. Huh. How interesting. She hated the fact that she had an audience, and was shocked to see someone else was there, but she worked hard and kept it off of her face. She was good at that, good at keeping up barriers and keeping people away from her and out of he rbuisness, emotions included in that little equation. She had pulled out her headphone though, in an attempt to be polite. And then she had spoken, which was honestly as far from polite as was possible, but Vix didn’t do typical greetings.

What? She couldn’t help but comment on the fact that this chick had a shitload of meat and there was none in the house, it seemed like common sense to her to comment. She knew that there was no way they were actually from the house. They were from out somewhere most likely. That made a lot more sense though, she had to agree. Ugh, she hated when other people made more sense than she did, it was an irrational little thing of hers. Along with her irrational little need to get hurt all the time, oh that was irrational all right, that was just plain fucked up. But she was on break and she would behave herself. And she would actually manage to maybe have a conversation with one of her housemates for the first time ever.

The other girls “eloquent” response to what Vix had said made her snort. Hadn’t really been paying attention, had she? Oh well. Whatever. She nodded at the actually response from the other girl, distracting her hands that always needed to move by tying up her currently dyed black as night hair up in a ponytail to keep them out of her icy blue eyes. She had already figured that much out, she had been being sarcastic, and she wasn’t sure how to respond to the chick telling her what she had already figured out for herself a few minutes ago.

So much for a conversation with her house mate? For a moment she debated just going back up to her room with her chocolate, laying on her stomach, and waiting for her back to heal up so she could get it messed up again at work. It was a sick, viscious cycle, but one that Vix lived for. One she had actually come here to get cured, well one she had been sent here to get cured for. Whatever, same difference. Either way, she found it funny and ironic that the thing she had been sent here to cure was being fed more than it ever had been out of this palce. That was irony for you, wasn’t it? Or something like that. Whatever.

And she also found herself wondering two things about this new chick, this housemate of hers, which kept her from saying fuck it and retreating to her room. The furst wasn’t a big question, just something she was actually curious about. What was it that made her slur her words like that? She had a faint accent but nothing that Vix could puzzle out. She had gone most of her life without hearing a lot of accents and it made her fucked at trying to tell what was what. She knew it wasn’t a normal slur, it was something else, and it made her curious to know more if she could, though this chick seemed like the secretive type to not tell anyone else shit about her. But she almost found it as worth a shot to ask. Almost. She wasn’t going to, but she’d keep listening and see if she could figure it out on her own.

The other was what the fuck type of supernature was this chick? Something that didn’t tell her Vix was a lowly human at least. Not that anyone here had actually managed to figure out that she wasn’t all magical like everyone else around here.

She was interrupted from these thoughts by the chick saying something else. Huh, offering food? Epic. She totally wanted meat. Part of her almost refused just because taking things from strangers, especially in this place, was fucked up and could end up with you dead in an alley. But, it wouldn’t kill her to suck it up and not think the worst of every person she met right away. Or it might. She didn’t care, the smell of the meat was too damn tempting to put that much thought into it. But the tone of voice made Vix laugh out loud, a short burst more than anything else, but she padded over to sit with the girl and stole a burger from the pile. With all this meat, her thought process was leaning towards werecat.

”Bother’s you to offer, don’t it? But thanks” she said. She was more curious than anything else, but also she liked to be sarcastic and a bitch when she could manage. And she was observant, she liked to comment on what she noticed.

Also, she noticed when the girl pulled a bow out of the curtain of her hair. Well then, she could appreciate someone else with a love of dying their hair if those lovely red streaks were any indication of that at all. Score one for the chick, or was it three? She was willing to bet it was three, mostly for the burge she was now digging into with great enthusiasm. Healing was hard work! Her body needed all the nutrients and shit it could get didn’t it? Fuck yes it did. So yeah, she needed the meat, so ti was more than three points for this chick.

She was happily digging into her food when the other chick spoke again. Asking if she was ditching as well. She swallowed her massive bite, trying nto to seem like the impolite bitch that she really was, Vix was all about keeping up walls and shit and making people think one thing about her when the reality was entirely a different thing all together. It was a specialty of hers that had ended up with her here and people thinking she was a witch. Okay so that one had backfired on her just a little bit. Fuck, okay so a lot. She nodded a little, but gave a slightly non-committal answer. Obviously the other chick was ditching, but Vix didn’t give info about herself away easily, so she chose the more discreet one. ”Really think I should go with my back like this?” she asked with an amused snort just thinking about it. Oh the looks she would get for that stunt.

She waited a moment before deciding that she liked the chick enough to give her name, it wasn’t like other people didn’t have it as well, including a lot of her customers. The chick had given her burgers, she could give her name as payment, right. ”The name’s Leila Rebecca Vixen” she said, and then she laughed a bit. ”Mouthful, I know. But you can call me Vix, most people do” she added with a shrug at the end of her words.

Words: 1400 exactly, fuck yes
Muse: Epic
Comments: Bwahahahahaha