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Draken is the most perfect, reliable, mature, onee-chan! From her blunt and stern way with words to her gorgeous lean muscled figure! She's tall and beautiful, strong and amazing! I find myself enchanted when in her presence!
Leaning onto her warm shoulder I think about the time before my Ken. It's fuzzy but I remember being sad. Feeling nothing for anything. I barely took care of myself, basic hygiene far behind me. My place was disgustingly dirty and filled with pests. I was living like a pig and looked even filthier than one. I ate a lot but not well. All junk and nothing else, I'm surprised I hadn't died of a diabetes induced heart attack. But I'm glad I didn't. Because if I had, I wouldn't be here, lying lazily in the comfort of my savior's body heat.
She's really like an angel. That day had already started off unusually: I had decided to take a walk in the early morning, probably in some kind of melancholy prompted fit. I had been walking for some time already and came across an ocean shore that I hadn't even known was located so close to myself. It was so blue it didn't seem real, truly beautiful. I sat down on the shore and subtly cried for some time for no real reason, I was feeling a sudden and strong type of sadness. Some more time had passed and I was still sitting there sniffling pitifully, that's when I heard the revving of motorcycles coming closer. I was familiar with the sound, it was particularly annoying during the night, but I had never come into contact with the individuals riding them. I found myself being nervous and then angry that my sad, post battle, protagonist anime character moment was gone. So, in irritation I kept my back to the even closer sounds of motorcycles. Eventually they stopped a few feet away and a person hopped onto the sand, the soft crunch sound under their boots satisfying.
"Oi! Fatty with the nappy pom-poms, hit the road! Toman's holding a secret captain meeting here! Civilians ain't allowed!" A rough and rude voice yelled at me. I stood my ground, sticking up my chubby middle finger at the punk. It was a dumb and brash decision.
"Hah!? You wanna get fucked up fatso?!" He walked toward me angrily- I could hear the aggressiveness in his heavy footsteps- I braced myself, I'm female (sorta) and he's male, but he's also a loud and unashamed delinquent and if I know anything it's that they aren't scared to put their hands on anyone who's wronged them. I could hear him right behind me, I could hear a sturdy boot lift off the ground. Closing my eyes tightly wouldn't stop this inevitable kick from hurting but I had to try!
I heard a heavy swish and then ringing. This ni- I was really about to type the n-word. This guy seriously didn't hold back, kicking me hard right into my back meat. I groaned arching my back, trying to keep my probably bruised back from contacting the sand. I feel like I just got whooped by my mom, absolutely not a good feeling. It hurt like hell but the only thing I could think about now was the fact that I'd have to wash my sandy hair once I returned to my pigsty. Annoyed and in pain I sigh pitifully and start crying again. It really hurts.
"Ugh.." The guy gags, he sounds so disgusted I had to laugh a little. I could actually see him now and he looked as aggressive as he sounded. His long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, he had angry arched eyebrows, and cat-like eyes. He had a pointed nose and his arrogant snarl showed off sharp canines. He was good looking by a normies standards but he's more "okay-ish" to me.
“You fucking.. My fucking back..” I groan, tears still spilling from my puffy red eyes.
“You’re the one who was looking for a fight, pig-bear. Ya coulda just left peacefully like I told ya to!” He spits harshly, “Now get outta here before I really go off on you.” His foot kicks my head lightly, most likely rubbing more sand into my thick hair. I should go home now, getting jumped by a crazy yankee delinquent took all of the melancholy energy out of me.
“Neh? Baji, whose that?” Oh, God no. Another one arrived.
“A stray monkey-pig-bear I’m telling to get lost.”
“Monkey-pig-bear? Something like that really exists?” The new guy asks, his pointer and thumb fingers resting on his chin as if in deep thought. I just got the shit kicked out of me and I’m looking at him upside down from the ground so I could be tripping, but this guy is one short mothafucka. His shoulder length hair is a light, dirty blonde color and tied up in a half-up half-down style. His eyes are sorta droopy looking and overall he gives off the vibe of a spoiled, sleepy cat. What’s up with these delinquents looking like cats?
“The proof is right here! So it obviously exists!” The dark haired one, Baji, shouts. That’s when yet another yankee appears. A purple headed dude who, just by his face and mannerisms, gives off chic and calm energy.
“What’re you yelling over here for Baji?” He’s got a chill voice too.
“I just discovered a whole new damn species of animal! All that studying really got me somewhere!” Baji grins like an idiot. I hate this idiot. Calling me “a whole new damn species.” Shit.
“What studying? All you did was look at a book upside down.” Purple-head scoffs, “And isn’t that just a girl?”
Yeah, I'm just a girl (sorta), so treat me like a damn princess or leave me to rot.
"She's dirty and hurt- what the hell Baji! Did you beat her up?" Purple-head raises his voice, his calm and relaxed face morphing into one of shock. He looks much better when he's peaceful.
"Huh? I didn't! She was was already like that when we got here, I was just tellin' her ta leave 'cuz we're havin' a meeting!" Baji's already loud voice gets higher throughout his defense. I just sigh audibly, letting my aching back hit the sand with a gentle thud, hissing a bit as it does. It still hurts.
"Hush, all of you. I'm-" I start, but of course I'm interrupted by Baji, "Hush?! The hell do you think you are?!"
"I'm not looking for trouble," Making it obvious in my voice that I'm annoyed I continue, "But I'm not leaving either. My soul just got kicked out of my body, and I can't even remember which way I came from right now. I don't care about whatever gang stuff you guys are gonna talk about, it's none of my business, and if you're worried I'll go report to the police, don't. It's too much of a hassle to do that sort of thing." Sighing (once again) after my lecture I close my eyes.
"Or we could just move a few feet away? This is a beach. There's plenty of space."
That was the first time I had heard my savior's voice. Sweet, soft, strong, amused, a bit confused, and above all angelic. I sat up quickly, an energetic, sort of giddy feeling powering my body to look at the fine young woman whose mere voice brought life to my bones.
When our eyes met, I felt myself come undone. The hate I had for the world, for humans, for animals, for my parents, for my siblings, for myself, it all disappeared! My heart exploded, it blew up in my chest, red everywhere. It combusted and became new. Pure, strong, rid of anything evil was the heart given to me by this girl. This beautiful, gorgeous, breath-taking woman. I started crying, sweet sounds played in my ears, wedding bells, melodic love songs, morning birds, snow white’s whistling tune. I’m sobbing, my face is even more ruined. Through my tears I see her confused, sort-of disgusted face. Even that face was wonderful. I’m having a meltdown. She’s so gorgeous, she’s so pretty. I almost want to die, but she got rid of that hateful and depressing feeling. She’s perfect. I want her, I definitely need her, I don’t deserve her at all. I need her!
“I LOVE YOU!” I shout with all my might. I scream it over and over at her feet. I wish I was a kitten, a cute small thing that she’d pity enough to take home, but I know that I’m nothing but a pig. I look like a hopeless idiot screaming I love you to a girl I- not even met, but saw just seconds ago.
"What the hell.. hey! Get up already! Stop that!" She's obviously confused, she sounds even concerned for me. It makes my heart melt even more, I love her, I love her too much.
She's trying to pull me up from the ground now, and the feeling of her soft hands and manicured nails on my arms is healing. I want her to touch me gently all the time. It takes a bit, because of my weakened state, but I do get up. If it's her request then I'll follow wholeheartedly!
"What the hell is wrong with you girl?! Are you fucken crazy?" She's utterly exasperated but not exhausted (I'm heavy as a horse but she's as strong as a bull), and she's dusting me off. Her beautiful hands find their way to the sand on my face and they're brushing away all the nastiness. Well, not all of it. I'm completely full of it so it'd be impossible to get rid of all of it, but an outer layer of dirt was cleared off my skin.
I genuinely can't recall the exact events after that. I probably passed out and got reported. What I do remember about the following days were my never-ending thoughts of her. I thought of her voice and amazing face. Her soft looking lips and strong, tall figure. I had so many questions. What was her name? Just how old was she? Where does she live? Where did she go after that time? Did she think of me? Is she seeing anyone right now? Is it even possible for her to like someone like me? What was she doing hanging around those guys? Was she really in that gang? The questions circulated in my head and for a while I solemnly thought I'd never have the answers. That is until just 2 weeks after meeting (seeing) her for the first time, I happened to spot her at a shopping center.
It was a place I really had no business being. I didn't have enough money to spare for anything other than food and my rent, but I didn't want to be inside my nest anymore. I was walking through a store, where I knew even their largest size wouldn't fit me, when I just.. saw her. I recognized her back, her height, and her gorgeous blonde hair instantly. Plus her daring hairstyle was hard to miss. Have I mentioned her hair yet? I can't remember so I'll tell you now. She has beautiful, silky and healthy looking blonde locks with the sides of her head completely shaved! Shaved! Isn't it wonderful? Oh and the most dazzling part, that spectacular dragon tattoo going all across one side of her head. It's all swirly and elegant. Her boldness and her fierceness is everything. It's what ultimately drew me to her. I can't believe I hadn't said anything about that.
Anyway, I immediately recognized her and it felt like a dream. I could barely fathom that she was there. Deep in my heart I had thought I would never see her again, and there she was! In all her beauty.. I couldn't just let this moment pass, now that I've found her I can't let her go! My body suddenly felt uncomfortably hot and sweaty. I felt happy but I felt bothered. I want her to look my way but I don't at the same time! What should I do? My dream started to really feel like a nightmare when I saw her heading towards the exit. What the- she's leaving?! No!
"WAIT!" I hadn't meant to say that out loud, or so loudly, but I thanked my impulsiveness because she did stop and turn. Ugh- she wasn't even scared, her bravery is unmatched.
Her pitch black and dragon shaped eyes met mine and my breath was stolen from me once again. The curious expression shined brightly in her dark eyes, the highlight in her irises amplified by the ceiling lights above us. Her eye shape was more on the elongated side rather than being wide, but she looked like an adorable, wide-eyed little dragon in that moment. My heart strings were pulled even tighter when I watched her expression turn from curiosity to something more like recognition, realization, and then maybe doom. Gorgeous. She turned to face me fully, her back to the double auto sliding doors, and gave me an expression that said, "speak now." So, I spoke.
"I.. love you?" I muttered. I was really suddenly hit by shyness at having her full attention. I didn't actually know what to say, I just knew I had to say something and that's all I could think of. Somehow, I was just hoping my feelings would reach her. There was silence for a good few minutes. Long enough to where a new customer walked in, giving the both of us weird looks before pushing past. I could also hear the whispers of the customers who heard my previous outburst, they wondered if we were going to fight. My love could feel the attention too and that must have knocked her awake because she suddenly dropped her stance and sighed. I couldn't see her face at this point but her ears were just slightly pink! So the words did affect her! They meant something!
"Jeez.." She said with her head still down, "Follow me." If it's her request then I'll follow wholeheartedly!
She leads me outside the store and into the parking lot. It's pretty chilly being that it's fall- going into winter season, and it's during our really short journey that I take in the rest of her. She's wearing a super oversized navy colored track suit, with some simple black slides and thick, fuzzy socks. She looks comfortable, as she should be, but I'm sure her head is cold! She has no hood or hat or scarf or ear muffs or anything that'd warm your head up! It makes me sad, like looking at those depressed dogs in that one commercial. It hurts to imagine her being uncomfortable. If she'd accept it, I'd want to rub my cheek all over her to warm her up.
We're approaching an actually incredibly cool motorcycle with a white seat and red detailing. Ah! It even has her tattoo on it, so it must be hers. She removes her hands from her pockets and her short, simple, but girlishly cute fingernails go to grab the handles as she swings a leg over it. She looks at me.
"Hop on. We're going to mine." I gasp!
"Yours!"
"Yeah mine! Don't sound so damn excited." She scoffs. "Get on already!" I hop on quickly and hold onto her waist.