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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 7, 2010 21:39:27 GMT
Melville and Bexi were fighting again.
The two fought like viscious animals, surprisingly even targets to each other. For what Bexi lacked in Melville’s overwhelming strength, she certainly made up for in fury and determination. Not to mention that Melville was a little incapacitated. Neither seemed stoppable, screaming and tearing at each other wherever possible.
Melville pushed her back, quick to pin her down, his knees pressing against her wrists with all of his weight to try and get her to pause for a moments breath. “Bexi… what time is it…?” he asked suddenly, shaking his head and looking up, realising just how dark it was out here.
“What? What the hell-” she screamed up at him, before her words were cut off.
“Bexi, time!?” he snapped his sentence shorter, having no more patience for their little ‘game’.
Bexi looked up, her energy fading away as she looked up at him with bright, curious eyes. “Uh, no idea you’re kinda sitting on my watch…” she told him, looking up at him questioningly, trying to pull free the arm which had her wristwatch on it.
Melville pulled back, picking up her arm before she even had a chance to lift it up himself, trying to read the writing. It blurred across his eyes, taking longer than it probably should have to read the simple watch. His mind was spinning, alcohol still coursing through his veins. “Shit, I’m late…” He picked himself up, or at least tried to.
Bexi was on her feet faster than him, offering a hand to lift himself up. “Seeing your hot Asian girl, you jammy bastard?” she asked, laughing to herself as she already knew the answer. “Jeez, Sethy, you’re getting a nice shiner there!” she laughed, putting a hand on his cheek and pulling it down so she could get a better look at the black eye which was beginning to set in.
“Fantastic..” he said slowly, batting her hand away, still swaying slightly. “I’m already in the fucking doghouse, aren’t I?” he muttered angrily, getting his cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one of them in his mouth. “Catch you later, punch bag.” he said shaking his head and turning away from her.
“See ya…” she said, folding her arms as he staggered off.
He got out his phone quickly, inhaling the cigarette as quickly as possible. He knew he’d already have a fight on his hands with Mayu and didn’t particularly want to make matters worse by having a cancer stick when he met her. He took his phone out of his pocket, suddenly realising that he wasn’t entirely sure where they were meant to be meeting. It rang. “Hey, Mayu? Where we meant to be again?” he asked, hoping that the slur in his words wasn't noticable. He was looking at his own watch, ignoring that the glass face was cracked. It was five past midnight.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 7, 2010 22:03:57 GMT
Mayu had been sitting on the headstone for well over an hour, her ankles crossed neatly under the pitch black dress she wore. Passerbys had mistaken her for a ghost, and she let them. Why fight what was totally true? She remained motionless, her chest moving as little as possible as she breathed. Her skin almost glowed in the pale light as she waited and waited. And waited.
Her phone rang suddenly, disturbing the peace she felt in the cemetery. Was it odd that she was sitting on the headstone to her dead best friend? She opened it slowly, holding it to her ear without a word. Hey, Mayu? Where we meant to be again? the only thing she thought at that moment seemed along the lines of; why was he drunk?
"The cemetery." she said coolly, her voice holding no hints of their earlier argument. "You can bring your cigarettes too." she added after a thought, no longer caring whether or not he smoked. Her pain was already dealt with therefor she insisted on not snapping. Mayu rubbed her wrists, pulling the armbands across her cuts. She didn't care if he said not to do anything stupid, it was her body. And besides, it helped. Especially if he never found out.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 7, 2010 22:11:27 GMT
Melville closed the phone without even saying goodbye, making his way quickly to the cemetary, ignoring any strange looks he got as he made his way there. He rubbed his eyes, his vision blurring before his steps. He was trying to remember what had happened, what stupid things he had done to make himself feel better. But if Mayu had dared do anything like that, he would have found it unbareable.
He walked through the headstones, seeing her quickly, her deathly beauty taking him aback a little as he saw her. Why hadn't he spent this day with her? He looked down, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked to her. There was no way he would have let her watch him fall so hard.
He stood in front of her, waiting for her to scream, waiting for them to shout at each other again, bracing himself for whatever was going to happen. The darkness did little to cover his black eye, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes which weren't just made from tobacco. He couldn't speak, waiting for her to make the first move, couldn't even look at her.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 7, 2010 22:19:05 GMT
Mayu sat with her arms folded neatly in her lap as she fought the urge to wrinkle her nose. He reeked; alcohol, tobacco, and what was that? It smelled.... Naughty. Great. He's not just drunk, he's probably drugged too. she jumped off the headstone, wrapping her arms around his waist while ignoring the smell. Mayu leaned up, kissing him gently while staring at his black eye. Must hurt.. "Hey.."
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 7, 2010 22:25:19 GMT
Melville tried to smile as he wrapped his arms around Mayu back, pressing down his lips to hers before putting his hand against her head and pressing it against his chest, leaning over her and pressing his cheek against hers. "Hey..." he returned slowly, kissing her cheek softly before turning back to rest his cheek against hers again.
His movements were slow, clumsy and not quite right, but it was clear that there were tender intentions. For the time being, he just wanted everything to stop, to just be able to hold Mayu until everything went away, while they waited for something else to break, for something more to be said.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 7, 2010 22:41:32 GMT
Mayu snuggled against him, not wanting to break the silence. She bit her lip as tears started pouring down her cheeks. It wasn't fair, Diane wasn't supposed to die, her brother wasn't supposed to leave her. "Do you have any liquor left?" she asked suddenly, wanting to be drunk for a night so she wouldn't have to remain in control. Wouldn't have to be perfect. She leaned into him, wishing he had something for her pain. Something for his own pain.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 7, 2010 22:49:46 GMT
Melville squeezed her as tightly as he dared, before leaning back, looking into her eyes and seeing her pain. He pressed his lips against hers again silently, still not wanting to break the silence, not wanting to let her hear his voice breaking. He brushed her cheek softly with his hand that was meant to be burnt, suddenly feeling like it was another memory which had been stolen from him and wanting his disability back.
He shook his head, mumbling, "No, got it all at the pub..." under his breath. "I, uh..." he pulled himself back, going into his pocket and pulling out two packets, one of which looked like a cigarette packet and the other a cigarette rolling packet. He picked them up and put them against his hand. "B-believe it or not, they do the same and are probably safer... And these ones aren't addictive," he said, feeling awful for even suggesting it while his girlfriend was so vunerable.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 7, 2010 23:07:28 GMT
Mayu shook her head, turning away from the packet. "One of us needs their senses..." she explained, sitting back down on headstone while burning her leg on the candle. She crossed them quickly, rubbing the burn with her hand. "Would you like to sit?" she asked, trying to seem put together when all she wanted was to break down and cry.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 7, 2010 23:26:30 GMT
Melville nodded, understanding what she meant and not really minding. He took out one of the joints for himself anyway though, putting it in his mouth as he silently sat behind the gravestone on the moist grass, resting his back against the headstone. He still didn't really want to read the headstone, to know that Diane was gone. As far he was concerned, it would not be a better place. He had been loosely been brought up Catholic, and believed without a shadow of a doubt Diane would be in hell for not believing. And he knew that she would have no one to help fight the battles that he had gone through.
He rested his head back against the smooth stone, lighting the end of the joint as the earthy smell filled the air. "It's all gone to shit, hasn't it...?" he said, suddenly feeling smoothered by the silence.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 8, 2010 0:27:58 GMT
Mayu looked down at him, smile gone from her face. So what if they were defiling a freshly dug grave? It was in Diane's memory, even if it involved drugs. She brushed the smoke away from her face childishly, coughing a bit before she could answer. "Pretty much." she supplied, not caring what her boyfriend did. For once. Mayu bit her lip, resolving to forget about this night entirely. "And it'll only get worse..."
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 8, 2010 0:37:42 GMT
Melville put the stick back to his lips, already feeling the drugs running through his system, his eyes dilating slightly. He felt calm, and yet as the world was slowing down around him, the silence filled with softness which he could almost touch. He wondered vaguely if Mayu was getting anything from the smoke; he remembered the first time he'd smoked weed around Diane, remember how she had acted almost as badly as he did from not being used to it. He smiled, remembering it. It was one of the more pleasant memories, but only because he chose to forget the pain.
"I still don't get why she did it..." Melville said slowly, the drugs loosening his tongue. "I mean, Diane is the last person I'd ever expect to kill herself. Her mum did, you did, and she was fucking furious at both..." he said, taking another drag. "It just doesn't add up, man. He didn't even love her enough to look past those things. She didn't even love him enough to be faithful. I mean, what the fuck?" he asked, looking up to the sky, as if questioning it would make it all reverse itself.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 8, 2010 1:27:25 GMT
Mayu sat down beside him, curling up against his side and laying her head on his chest. She was trying her best to keep the fumes away, but even so some were hitting her. "She loved him, Mel. Otherwise she wouldn't have died." she said slowly, closing her eyes to listen to his heartbeat. Something she loved to do, like it was her little spot in the world. Like... Nothing could hurt her if she was here. Why couldn't she have died here? It was quiet, no one was around, and it was so peaceful. It almost made her heart ache for Diane.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 8, 2010 1:42:40 GMT
Melville put her arms around Mayu, kissing the top of her hair softly and rubbing her shoulder affectionately, trying as best as he could to take away the fumes from the cigarette. He pushed the half-smoked spliff to the ground, burying it there. He didn't mind if it was littering, as long as it wasn't actually on Diane's grave itself.
"Still doesn't add up..." he said, brushing back Mayu's hair thoughtfully. He wasn't sure if he'd reached some dramatic conclusion or if the marijuana was making him paranoid. He shook his head. "Yeah, which guy did she love? The one she fucked or the one with the diamond?" he asked, kissing the top of Mayu's hair, suddenly thinking of Mayu in the arms of another man. The thought scared him so much he tried to push it out of his mind, kissing her tenderly again. "You know I love you..." he breathed, suddenly afraid to lose her again.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Mar 8, 2010 13:59:44 GMT
Mayu wrapped her arms around his waist, half crawling into his lap to kiss him back. "And you know I love you." she answered, not really wanting to say 'I love you too' it was just too crappy of a statement. She liked his way better. She pulled away, looking into Mel's eyes for a moment. Would he be able to answer the question? Eh, she doubted it but she could at least try. "Melville.... What did you and my brother talk about when I fainted?.. What was he like?..." the words spilled out slowly, barely able to form them in front of him. Mayu thought she sounded like a little child, asking when he'd be coming home from the war.
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Post by (Seth) Melville on Mar 8, 2010 14:22:20 GMT
Melville looked at her, wanting to hear an 'I love you' more than anything, but he realised how unfair it was if he couldn't say it to her. It wasn't because he didn't feel it, but just because it was too 'soft'.
He looked back at Mayu, meeting her stare confidently, knowing that she would need someone there for her, someone to tell her things straight. "Honestly? I haven't seen him ever look so shit. I haven't seen anyone ever look it. And it was fucking freezing... Like Dia used to get hot when she was pissed off? He was just ice." he shook his head. He wasn't sure if he considered Antosha a friend or not, but it was horrible to see anyone go through that. "He said he loved her, as if it wasn't obvious from how much he cared..." he finished softly.
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