Happy. (Open)

[Ruska Schirach]

<sub>In this hole
That is me
The dead are rolling over
In this hole
Thickening
Dirt shoveled over shoulders

It was another miserable day, another day that he wished that car would have swerved towards the driveway instead of going straight. Another day that he did not want to be here, there, or anywhere for that matter. It was another day that he wished he was having a bad dream and that he was going to wake up from it at any moment, greeted by the smiling faces of his mother and father, greeted by their assurances that he was still in Germany and they were perfectly fine. Another day that he knew this was not going to happen. It was another day that he wished he were dead. It was just another day… The same as any other that had come before and was going to come after this one, filled with these lonely thoughts that he had been forced to deal with since that day and would deal with for forever more. He really wasn’t much of the talkative type and even if he was, who here would want to hear his sad sob story? It might get a few “OO”s and “That is too bad” but at the end of the day, none of them would care. He wouldn’t. Besides, there was no one that would even approach him let alone talk to him about something like that. To them he was nothing but a loser with weird tattoos, a freak that they really didn’t care about. He was pale, had weird eyes and two really weird tattoos, sure he may have been in decent physical shape and be a smart guy, but no one cared. They saw him and labeled him as such, end of story.

Just another miserable day to him. There was nothing wrong with day itself he mused, it was actually fairly nice. The sky was bright and blue, the sun warming all those that were below it. It was the perfect temperature with the gentle breeze blowing through, making standing in the sun something that was enjoyable. But the sky was not the domain of the sun alone, as it needed to share it with the clouds that rolled across its vast blue like a wandering animal. For that one moment, he stopped his aimless wandering and just gazed upwards. For that moment his thoughts changed from their usual ones of despair and dread to ones that were slightly more uplifting and pleasant. He found himself wondering about what it would be like to drift about like one of those clouds, to be able to see everything and have no worries or troubles, to allow the wind to take you to all the places that you have never seen but still want to. For that one moment he almost forgot his troubles and his strife, these things that he carried around like luggage. That one moment was far to short for his liking. Rudely and abruptly brought back to reality by a hard hit to the shoulder, he turned his head to see who had done it but saw no one that looked any more suspicious than the next. Things like this used to annoy him, to get under his skin and bother him but that time had long since past. Now, now it was just sad.

As he entered the courtyard, he turned his head down to look the ground below him. In a place like this he never held his head high, it was just too much of a pain for him. The headphones in his ears and the music blared that was coming out of them might have been enough to take the sound, the voices away from those student that mocked him but the intent was still their, looking him in the face whenever he looked at a person and they looked back. It was like a poison that was on their lips, one that was infecting and torturing him with every word that he caught, making his day a little worse each time that he saw it.

He may have not cared about any of these people, not caring if they were to drop dead right now and caring even less for the things that they said, but even he started to get affected after a while. He prided himself on having armor that seemed to deflect everything that was sent his way but all armor had its weak points. Pick at them enough and the rest of it will soon give way, which was the basis for all weakness. It was then that he noticed his tie, that accursed tie that this place made them wear; he had left it loose on his neck. Instinctively he moved to tighten it and make himself at least semi presentable but quickly thought better of it, preferring not to feel like he was being hanged all day everyday. Maybe he would do this again and leave it loose, it might prove to be a good change of pace for him. Once again he resumed his deliberately slow walk towards the pure white and surprisingly empty gazebo. This was a first, he had never seen it empty like this before, and usually it was full of all the popular people, the so-called social elite of the academy. His pace quickened.

Hands taking refuge in his pockets he finally reached the gazebo and it was, thankfully, still empty. It was a simple thing, simple but still quite elegant. Running around the edge of the gazebo was a single, solid bench that the students could use to sit on when studying or doing whatever. Like the rest of the structure it was pained white and securely anchored to the rest of the structure. Around the bottom half of it were lattice sheets, connected together via the uprights for the roof. Simple yet elegant. Talking a seat across from the entrance, he leaned back and put his arms on the railing that was behind him, closing his eyes and allowing the music to take over.

Ruska began to drift away.

In this hole
That is me
A life that's growing feeble
In this hole
So limiting
The sun has set; all darkens</sub>

[~ Ming Tong/Sora Uchiha ~]

I throw myself into& out of the red, out of her head she sang
COME DOWN AND WASTE AWAY WITH ME

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It was early afternoon time, the wind was blowing and the sun was out, spring appeared to finally be reaching Haushi after all and Ming was happy. She hated the cold weather, despite all the winter sports that go on in the winter, she could care less about wanting to freeze her but off. She had more competitions in the winter for gymanstics, which was always a good thing since she loved to compete, but of course spring and summer brought her swimming back to life and she could get back into the competition toward swimming. Ming enjoyed her competitive nature, it was one quality key thing about her that could make either someone like her or hate her, usually the snobby and stuck up attitude that comes with it makes people hate her. Ming couldn't help who she is though, she was raised in a family that is surrounded by social royalty and class, her family is well respected, wealthy, and socially powerful. It only made since for their daughter to take a bit of their behaviors and personality, she was much like her mum in that case. She was gorgeous, the perfect face and body that she keeps in shape due to all her time spent training and such, and she loved to show it off when she get the chance. Today she could since it was bright nice early spring morning, she could wear something of less clothing, she loved the idea of it.

But of course she wanted to go shopping, the spoiled little girl wasn't satisfied with just wearing what she already have in her humongous wardrobe filled with clothes that she hadn't even touched yet. She wanted something new and well having the money, she could do what ever she wanted. But she would have to settle for going shopping later, she had to get back to school to pick up a few things and drop of some of her assignments that she did when she was away for travel. Ming got dressed in her pink dress ((link is down below)) and headed for the limo that was waiting for her outside. She was greeted by her driver/butler and he opened the door for her as she got inside she sat down. She fixed her her hair while looking in the mirror and then crossed her legs as the limo slowly took off away from here family's estate. They arrived at the school no longer than a few 20 minuets later, usually it takes half an hour but that just depends on the traffic. She smiled at her driver and thanked him for the rid before getting out. She stepped onto the courtyard and let the sun glow around her presence. She could see there were a few students hanging around, mostly they were separated into their little groups. Well all except for one, and this one person happened to be in her favorite place to sit, in the gazebo all alone. She tilted her head, from here he appeared to look sorta strange but then again she was standing far away, she decided to go see whom it was, she had time to spare, she didn't have anything to do until later.

Ming walked up to the gazebo slowly walking up the steps and she stood there and placed her hands on her hips, "Excuse me...your sitting in my spot..." She wanted to see what the guy would say, she was always one to want to push and tease people just to see them snap, if she really could make then annoyed by her that much, but then again her just being herself was quite annoying to most. Ming flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder, she had some of it up in a bun and some of it hanging down on her shoulders, she rarely every wore it all down, it was far too long for that and her hair was her pride and joy and she would never dare to cut it, she only trimmed it and kept it from getting too long. Staring at the guy he looked really strange, he had strange tattoos and just by her studying him she figured he must be a loner type of person. Ming is usually the center of attention when she's not trying to be by herself for a few hours, she never had been a loner and knows nothing of what it feels like to be one or the reason to wanting to be one was always a mystery to her. She loved talking and being admired by others, without that she would useless, like this guy was. "What is your name?" Ming growled, but she wasn't actually angry.

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STATUS // Completed
TAGS // Kazu-kun & Ming
WORDS // 791!!!
OUTFIT // Ming's Dress
LYRICS // Everlong - Foo Fighters
CREDIT // ♥ Lovely Moody ♥

[Ruska Schirach]

<sub>I don't know if we'll make it home
Water all around could swell and wash us all away, away!
And if we never set our feet on land again
This will be one lesson I will not forget


It was not long after he closed his eyes that the music took him over and completely wiped away all his troubles. Today he was feeling particularly depressed and down and his music reflected that clearly. His music was dark and loud, the instruments wailing under the force that was being exerted on them by the players. His ears were filling with their screams or pain and desire to be saved, spared from all this torture. But at the same time they were wanting more, craving it, asking, begging for it. It was like all those woman that he had been with, how they seemed to act around him. Sure, Ruska looked outright bizarre to most people, but there were a small and very select few that happened to go for guys like him. Sure some of them were like him in ways, they dressed like him, talked like him and thought like him, but none of them had been the one that he wanted. Then there were others that were normal girls, popular, rich, attractive, and damn proud of it all and yet even they admitted that there was something about him that they found appealing. He didn’t know if it was his looks that drew them in because he was attractive or because he was the type of person that looked and acted like the stereotypical “bad boy”. Either way it didn’t matter because none of them had panned out either. They always said that he was not trusting or comforting enough for them and it always ended soon after. It was sad that they had all failed because of some of his issues but there was nothing he could do about that. Maybe he was supposed to be alone.

Ruska did not know why his thoughts of music had turned into his tales of loves lost, but it did all the same. Maybe it was because of the similarities that they seemed to have and then again, maybe it wasn’t. In hindsight, it really didn’t matter to him about the reasoning behind his line of thinking, all that mattered what that the thoughts had presented themselves and his mood had suffered because of it. That light and almost neutral mood that he had been in when the music had taken him away was soon gone and the dark and depressing mood that he had been in for such a very long time announced its presence one more, quickly overcoming him and taking him away from those rare happy thoughts that he got. Once this happened, not even the calling of his music could return him to the state that he had been in before. In effect, his afternoon was only going to down hill from this point on. It was then that he got a strange feeling on him, just for a second but still noticeable. It was like someone was watching him and peeling one of his jade green eyes open; Ruska took a quick look around. From what he saw there was no one that was staring at him or pointing and mocking him, none of the usual crap. He made several more looks around before closing his eye once more, following the belief that it had just been his imagination screwing with him again, like it usually did. Once more he tried to return to the music that was still ever present in his ears, drowning out everything else, they way that he liked it.

It had not even been a few minutes since he had first gotten the sensation of being watched when it returned again, stronger and harder to ignore. It was like there was something that was right in front of him that was staring right at him, like it was waiting to be acknowledged. He had been trying to ignore it but the feeling would not leave him alone and finally, he opened both of his eyes and looked straight ahead, coming face to face with a girl. Though his face was solid and stoic, Ruska was nearly drooling on the inside, awestruck by the beauty that stood before him. His mind was at a loss for words, still looking her over though his eyes did not move. Perfect was the only thing that he could think of that was a fair description of this girl, this young woman that stood before him. It was then that he removed his headphones from inside his ears and dropped them onto his lap, resuming his rested pose, arms slung over the railing behind him, his jade green eyes with their black pupils locking eyes with the girl that was before him. Her eyes had a cold color to them, different from his warm jade green, and yet they were still warm and loving. Ruska’s had long since been devoid of love, filled now with all the negative emotion that he had held in. They were cold, lifeless; baron of anything that another person would show in their eyes. And then this girl spoke to him, and in her voice was nothing but annoyance and venom.

"Excuse me...your sitting in my spot..."

Ruska moved his eyes from side to side, looking at the bench that he was currently occupying. Not another muscle moved in his body, nothing happened that Ruska did not want to happen. Moving his eyes back to her, he was just in time to catch her next words.

"What is your name?"

There was a growl in her voice, but it was all for show. This girl had no bite behind her words; they lacked the power and harshness that was needed to make her seem truly scary.

Without a movement, Ruska locked his eyes with hers and then spoke, his voice was cold and devoid of all emotion.

“There are more spots, all of them as good as this. Besides, your name is not on this bench so it is not your spot, rather a spot for the collective. As for who I am, do you really care or are you just trying to be polite? Besides, you do not have the needed tone or attitude to be intimidating or confrontational when you talk to other people.”</sub>

[~ Ming Tong/Sora Uchiha ~]

This whole routine is getting old & So am I and so are you
MY REPUTATION LETS ME KNOW I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT TO

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Ming waited for the boy to explain himself, she wasn't actually in a push over mood but she was still speaking the same cruel words she always did, just with less of a push. The boy didn't know her, it wasn't that much of surprise since Ming only talked and hung around those who met up with her standards. She watched him as he just sat there with his earphones on, eyes closed, and ignoring her presence at first, it was completely rude. She waited until he finally did notice her, opening his eyes and removing his headphones slowly, it was then she grumbled out her annoyed words, he had nothing but a dull expression on his face but even so his eyes remained int direct contact with hers, she couldn't look away, why was that? She felt a slight blush reaching her cheeks, she didn't look away though and she knew that the blushing wouldn't be noticeable. She didn't move from her spot of where she stood, she just kept staring back at him waiting for his response or reaction or just any hint that he heard what came out her mouth because at the moment he was acting as if he was frozen in place and couldn't even blink his eyes or move a muscle, she wondered why that was. Then she grinned mentally thinking, of course, it was her, she made most guys become at lost of words, it was her natural gift of beauty to inflict such a demeanor in others. Just like now, he could take his eyes off of her. But strangely she couldn't take her eyes off of this strange boy either, that was the weird part about it. His jade eyes captured her.

She eventually attempted to look away once he did, her eyes no longer having to be pulled in with such a trance, he caught her off guard with that one, she hadn't expected to be captured by him at all, it just didn't make sense either. Finally his response came but just as expected it didn't come friendly or even pleasant in the least because she wasn't friendly when approaching him nor was she pleasant in what she said. His voice was emotionless as if he didn't have a heart, just cold and dead, the typical loner. She was angered by his words, claiming she didn't have the tone to match her acts of intimidating others. She snapped after that one, it was enough he claimed she could find another seat, how dare he say such a thing, it was her place here at the gazebo, there was no need of a name, everyone knew that if she wanted to sit there she was to be given want she wanted. But obviously this young boy knew nothing of her place at this school among her peers, she was the "royalty" of social attraction. No matter what she was always getting attention some how, she was the attention grabber, she was greedy for it.

She definitely did have the tone to match her snappy behavior, she had only been teasing when she approached him but now she had every right to feel angry. "For one I always sit here so it might as well belong to me since everyone knows I come here to be alone and meditate, second you know nothing about me to say such words, I know exactly how to make other's squeal and beg for their mercy. I was only giving you my proper greeting, which is you getting the hell out my way. Ugh, who do you think you are, nothing, obviously your not even worth to lick the dirt off my shoe!" Why did he annoy her so much, it irritated her that he was so calm and yet cruel at the same time. His eyes were yet so easy to be allured by and his aura was definitely of those who were the outcast, perhaps rebel even, or just plain loner, which she figured he was one of those three. She usually didn't talk to anyone to of such, but he was in her way so she had no choice. Already she was ready to strangle him, he really needed to learn not to speak to a woman as such, especially if she can just with a snap of her fingers get anyone to do any bidding for her. Like getting rid of this scum that was sitting in her seat for instance. She would wait though, just to see if he was going to be smart or be an idiot, somehow she already knew the answer to that just by looking at him.

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MOOD // Ming is Irritated
TAGS // Ming & Kazu-kun
WORDS // 784
OUTFIT // ---
LYRICS // Pen and Paper - R.J.A.
CREDIT // ♥ Lovely Moody ♥

[Ruska Schirach]

<sub>"For one I always sit here so it might as well belong to me since everyone knows I come here to be alone and meditate, second you know nothing about me to say such words, I know exactly how to make other's squeal and beg for their mercy. I was only giving you my proper greeting, which is you getting the hell out my way. Ugh, who do you think you are, nothing, obviously your not even worth to lick the dirt off my shoe!"

It was as he had been expecting from this girl that had appeared before him and it was disappointing to be sure. She was like all the others that he had seen, all those rich, popular and physically attractive girls that the guys drooled and fought over like a pack of wild animals. They were all the same, no matter how different they claimed to be. The craved the attention of others, yearned for it and would do just about anything to get it no matter what that might be. They had to be in the center of the ring, the one that the spotlight continuously fell upon and never seemed to leave, the one that ran the show and would never take a back seat. It was people like that, which had been making his life miserable for all these years, something that he was less than overjoyed about. He had never really talked to any of them nor had he done anything to any of them, he assumed it was because he was different. Nevertheless, it still bothered him slightly that he was treated as such by those who were supposed to be the best that this school had to offer.

What this girl said had little effect on him, at least little negative effect. In fact, he found this little outburst that she had somewhat funny, something that was so foreign to him. She seemed to think herself so high and mighty and that he was so low on the food chain of this stupid school, that he was not worthy to cast his gaze on her. It didn’t bother him any though because he was, after all, used to dealing with things like that. Maybe it was true what they say; that beauty is only skin deep and that one should not be fooled by the appearance of others. He had to admit that he had been slightly distracted by the physical beauty of this girl that stood in front of him as any normal guy would be because she was nothing if not beautiful and she was not nothing so she must be beautiful. The point was that this girl was not someone that Ruska found particularly appealing nor really desired to be around for any reason, even her great beauty. She was one of those people that he would sooner walk away from then have anything to do with.

Standing up deliberately slow, Ruska locked eyes with her once more, not caring about the cold and emotionless vibes that she might get from this. His music still roared from the small, white headphones that had once dwelt in his ears now hung lump against his chest, bouncing slightly with each step that he took. The song had changed, but the underlying theme remained the same, it always did. As he approached this girl, Ruska’s eyes did not move. They did not waver, they did not falter in their lock with this girl’s. He doubted that she would notice and if she did, that she would care but he continued with it all the same. When he was beside her, he stopped, his head and eyes remained looking forward and showing no sighs of even noticing her existence.

“Take your seat the, something like this is far to trivial and stupid to be bothered fighting over. For all your looks, you have nothing that any guy would actually want, at least not if they were smart. But I have wasted enough time on you, I have more important things to do than run to keep you amused and happy.”

With that, Ruska started walking again, his pace one more slow and relaxed. He was expecting her to pull out all the stops with her upcoming barrage of insults, but there was nothing that she could say that would cause him to stop.</sub>

[~ Ming Tong/Sora Uchiha ~]

Oh, She makes me feel like shit & It's always something
CAUSE SHE'S EVERYTHING I ASK FOR, EVERYTHING I ASK FOR AND JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
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Ming had always been the girl with the attitude and being stuck up was what she did best. Even so it mostly was because of her backgrounds and how she grew up and how she was raised by parents who spoiled her to death and were also stuck up along with arrogance running as deep as her grandparents. Her grandmother had always been someone who was "picky" and always judgemental toward everyone, how they act, dress, their family roots, their occupation, their salary, their house, the food they eat, who they associate themselves with, ect.., the list goes on. It was because of this that Ming's Chinese family and her Japanese family always clashed, her grandmother being the main product of the arguments, she hated Ming's birth father, he was nothing more than a common man, he had money, but he wasn't "popular" or in the spotlight, he didn't fixate himself in that world, he liked being "normal" and to Ming's grandmother, that was someone not worthy of her time. Ming's mother, Wu Yu Tong, she was just the same way because her mother, Ming's grandmother, raised her that way. Which of course influnced her to be just as judgmental, but the difference was Wu Yu actually dated a common man and had a kid by him, the result being Ming, which caused the whole family disputes. Ming being caught in the middle of influence, she hates the way both of her families bicker, especially about cultural things since they were both from different asian cultures and backgrounds. Not to add they call her by two different names, Ming to her Chinese family, Sora to her Japanese family.

Ming lives mainly with her Chinese family, result being her being a bit stuck up and full of herself, but even with that she still has her sweet and gentle side, the personality she gets from her Japanese father. In ways she is a bit conflicted between who she should be, being herself or being what everyone else wants her to be. She only hangs around those who her grandmother would approve of, those who are "worthy" of their time, her grandmother would never approve of someone like Ruska hanging around her granddaughter, so because of that Ming usually avoided them and didn't cause herself the trouble. She figured being rude and mean to such people would also keep them away, not like she really minded it, Ming was a rude person when people tended to get in her way, she never once really felt bad for telling someone off. Yet this guy was different than some of the others she came across, he was much more irritating and he didn't even seem to be affected by her at all. Not to add he knew nothing about her, he assumed she had "nothing that any guy would actually want" but obviously she did since most guys went after her for something, she had dated many times in the past, but of course the relationships ended for many reasons, some just couldn't handle her or her family. Ming just decided not care really, all that mattered was herself and her future, everything else would fall into place eventually.

She looked directly at him as he stood up slowly and giving her the coldest gaze, she didn't look away until he walked past her and slowly left the gazebo for her liking use. She felt her blood boiling inside her as he just completely brushed her off, she hadn't had any effect on him what so ever. It was irritating, he was infuriating, he was different than the rest she had thrown snaps at, why was he irritating her as much though? Why couldn't she just let him walk off and get lost, why did she have to turn around and shout at him. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to walk away when someone is talking to you, especially a woman!" Ming shouted as she caught up to him and cut him off so that she was standing in front of him. She snatched his earphones from him and disconnected it from what it was that he was listening to and held it in her hands with the disconnected cord hanging from her hands toward the ground. " I don't appreciate you ignoring me...and I won't take it lightly...especially after that rude comment, you had no right to make..." she snarled with a look of pure anger in her eyes burning like flames.

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MOOD // Irritation =P
TAGS // Sora/Ming & Ruska
WORDS // 753
NOTES // @__@
LYRICS // Everything I ask for - The Maine
CREDIT // ♥ Lovely Moody ♥

[Ruska Schirach]

<sub>"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to walk away when someone is talking to you, especially a woman!"

Everything on his body froze, stopped, and ceased to move. He had not had any music playing at the time when she had spoken so he heard every word of the sentence perfectly but everything after the first three words was irrelevant to him. There he stood, eyes wide and the pupils shrinking back as his mind reeled from what she had said. After those first three words the world became unimportant as Ruska stood there. Even as that girl cut him off and ripped the headphones from his ear and pulled them away from his MP3 player, speaking in an assuredly angered voice, Ruska did not respond, react, or move for that matter. For what seemed like an eternity he ran that sentence over and over in his head making sure that he had actually heard what he had heard. With each time is replayed itself in his head, it became more and more apparent that she had said that.

Slowly and surely his functions began to return to him, starting with his eyes. As they returned to their normal, emotionless and cold appearance, he looked around from the left to the right. Because it was such a nice day and the other students had been outside they had obviously overheard this little spit between him and the girl. Some were staring at the two without concern, most looked away when Ruska’s eyes came to them only to return once his gaze had passed. It was a sad comment on them if they really needed this to make their lives more interesting and fuel their gossip and stories that in a matter of hours would be all over the school. It was not like he really cared though because after all, his popularity could not get any lower but this girl’s sure as hell could and probably would. Ah well, she would get over it cause life sucks all over the world.

Shooting his right arm out from his pocket, Ruska seized the girls left arm by the wrist and pulled her right up tight to him. So close were they that their noses were touching ever so slightly. More importantly, Ruska’s eyes had lost that calm and emotionless look in them, replacing it with anger and hatred for this girl and what she had said but for other things as well. Being this close to him would make it impossible for that girl to fail to comprehend that she had overstepped her borders and brought something up that she should not have. No one ever mentioned Ruska’s father and mother around him, primarily because they did not care nor did they know who his parents were. But even amongst those that did know them or know who they were, the topic was a well-known taboo when he was around. Even after all these years he was still very touchy about the entire subject and it was better for everyone if it was never brought up.

As his grip around her arm tightened to the point of cutting off blood flow, Ruska’s eyes were drilling holes right into this girl as he was desperately searching for something that he could use back against her. If it had been her intention to get a rise out of him she was going about in all the right ways because she was going to get a rise out of him, the question was would she want to continue after? Even before he spoke, Ruska knew that this voice was going to be seething with anger and hate for what she had said and enough of it to smother the anger that was in her voice.

“You have no right to talk about my mother… don’t bring it up again.”

His message to her was short, sweet, and to the point, just how Ruska liked things. In order to drive the message home though, he yanked her arm and pulled the girl around him, swinging her around so that she was beside him and then letting go with no concern about if she might hurt herself while trying to stop. As soon as his hand let go of her arm, Ruska returned it to his pocket before starting off slowly again. But in his haste he failed to notice two things, one more important that the other. First, this girl had still had his headphones in her hand when Ruska started to walk away and the second and much more important was laying on the pavement under the sun. It was a small white I.D. card, the plastic faded and warn with dust covering it. Despite the wear three things were still very much apparent. They were the name and picture of the cards owner and the company that it belonged to.

The card was owned by Ruska Schirach and was from the Armex Corporation.</sub>

[~ Ming Tong/Sora Uchiha ~]

So you stole my world & Now I'm just a phony
NOTHING’S QUITE THE SAME NOW, I JUST SAY YOUR NAME
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Ming waited for his response, for a while it seemed he didn't even register what she had said. He just stared at her without meeting her eyes directly, Ming just kept hold of his earphones, she hated that he was trying to ignore her, if anything she hated the most was someone that ignored her. Ming had been treated usually under pampered terms by others and no one really dared turning their back or ignoring her, she wasn't used to be treated so coldly by others, even the few that have talked back or snapped at her she still could make them fear her some way or another, but not with this guy he was just beyond rude and he didn't seem to have a care in the world, he was in his own world really. He had the strangest tattoos and he appeared to be a "loner" and he also seemed to like it that way. Ming wasn't sure why she was still bothering him whether it is because he never told her his name, because he is indeed different, or just because he was being rude and not being effected by anything she had said so far. Ming never got that from guys, maybe girls, but guys were usually always over her, he was just cold and rude. Ming couldn't stand it, so perhaps that was why she continued to go after him wanting to gain something from this whole thing, perhaps getting to him.

Ming gasped when suddenly he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in close to him. She hadn't expected that to happen, she was standing closer to him, closer than she had been, enough to feel the brush of his nose against her own and his cool breath brushing against her face. Her eyes went wide with shock and she just stood there frozen not able to say anything or process any thoughts. She just stared at him unable to look away feeling his grip on her wrist grow tighter and suddenly pain finally registered in her brain that he was hurting her. He said his little small cold response and slung her around before she could say anything and let her go before slowly walking off again. Ming yelped before grabbing her wrist with the other hand still holding his earphones, she rubbed her wrist which was slightly red from him gripping it so tightly. She had almost fell over but she had good balance which kept her from falling onto her butt, years of gymnastic always paid off for something. She continued to rub her wrist no longer caring that he was walking away until something caught her eyes, something that was lying on the pavement; it appeared to be some type of card. She slowly bent down and grabbed it holding it in her hands, right away she saw that it was his but not only that she finally figured out his name along with where he happened to work.

She grinned knowing he must have dropped it by accident and probably didn't even know that he had dropped it, he would be wanting it back more than likely along with his earphones which he had also failed to retrieve during his little cold remark and managing to piss off Ming even more. Did he really think he could get away with just walking away after pulling a stunt like that especially since she held two things that were probably of some value to him, the card more than anything? She slowly stood up straightening out her pink dress before calling out to him "Hey Ruska..." she spoke his name that she obviously figured from the card but he probably wouldn't know that. "That is your name isn't it, I think you dropped something..." She grinned holding the card secured between her fingers the sun light flickering off of it. “If you want to walk away with your card and damn earphones you can start by apologizing, perhaps begging will even work…” She wasn’t going to let him get any closer to her, any step he took toward her she would just scream and that would put the end to it. She knew she had the advantage over him this time he wouldn’t be able to pull anything. “If it means nothing to you then I guess I can just toss it…”

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MOOD// Infuriated
TAGS // Ming & Ruska
WORDS // 735!
NOTES // =/
LYRICS // Best I ever had – Vertical Horizon
CREDIT // ♥ Lovely Moody ♥

[Ruska Schirach]

<sub>"Hey Ruska..."

She spoke his name that she obviously figured from the card but he probably wouldn't know that.

"That is your name isn't it, I think you dropped something..."

She grinned holding the card secured between her fingers the sunlight flickering off of it.

“If you want to walk away with your card and damn earphones you can start by apologizing, perhaps begging will even work… If it means nothing to you then I guess I can just toss it…”

Ruska paused for a moment and looked back over his shoulder, his composure having been regained after his little outburst previously. His body showed no memory of what he had said nor what he had done, everything returning to the way that it had been previous to that comment that this girl had been unfortunate enough to make. Then again, it really could not be blamed on this girl as after all, she had no knowledge of what had happened to him and he suspected that she never would. Casting another cold gaze back to her, his jade eyes meeting hers once more, Ruska opened his mouth to speak and allowed the entire brunt of his gaze to fall on her, his eyes not once moving nor blinking and breaking contact with those of the girl. His gaze did not falter, did not waver, and was absolute in its meaning.

“You really believe that trivial things such as those would be a reason for me to beg to you, talk to you, or even acknowledge your existence? Hardly. Besides, simple things such as those can easily replaced. Those headphones I can acquire anywhere and as for that old card, it is all but useless now. Besides, upon taking over the company I would be given a new one anyways. Do with them what you like, I could careless.”

As was to be expected of Ruska, his voice was cold and emotionless once more as he turned away from the girl and started walking off again. It was near days end and Ruska did not particularly want to continue his little bickering session with this stupid girl, there was just no point in doing it. It would only serve to further annoy Ruska and make him do something that he would regret. All in all it was for the best. After taking no more than four or five steps, Ruska spoke once more.

“Do what you wish with both of them as they are both replaceable. One more thing, just because guys maybe interested in your body does not mean that they like you. They will say and do what they want as long as you are offering them your body in return and after that, they couldn’t care less about your fate. Think about that.”

OOC: Crappy post, sorry.</sub>

[~ Ming Tong/Sora Uchiha ~]

What we have been striving for ; has turned into nothing more
YOU’VE BEEN APTLY DAMNED TO FAIL AND FAIL AGAIN
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Ming waited with the card secured in her hands, she waited for him to turn around and say something, and perhaps giving into her would be the best outcome. But Ming already knew somehow he wasn’t someone to easily win over with anything, so far she had failed at every attempt to getting to him and instead he had been getting to her. He also just kept turning his back and walking away instead of trying to continue any conversation with her; he obviously didn’t to be around her. Even if she was doing all the things to try and push his buttons he still kept turning his back and walking away, from that Ming assumed he was the type of person to walk away when anything appeared to be tough for him to handle or if something was simply irritating him. Ming was irritating him as she could from what just happened a moment ago, he found the topic about his mother sensitive, Ming wondered if he had bad history with his mother. She shook that thought from her mind as soon as it entered, why should she care about anything with him, he was rude and kept turning away when she was simply trying to speak with him, she hated it and it was driving her nuts.

As he finally appeared to have heard her, he slowly turned his head around and his eyes met hers with a cold glare shooting from his eyes once again Ming gasped, his eyes were so cold, she never saw one eyes that cold before, it made a shiver run down her spine. She just stared back keeping her firm composure; there was no way she was going to let this guy win over her with trying scare her with his gaze. He might have gotten to her before but she was determined to not let him do it again. He finally spoke and she just stood there hearing the cold emotionless words escape from his lips and sting the silent air around them. Everyone else didn’t appear to exist, Ming had forgotten all about them, before they might have been watching but now they weren’t too interested, Ming hadn’t ever noticed their crowd of lookers before so it made no difference now, she was just beyond furious to even care. What was worst this guy Ruska didn’t even care to try and get back his belongings, he just shrugged his shoulders and claimed they both could easily be replaced and he didn’t care about them enough to try and get them back from her. He then turned and walked a few steps forward Ming eyes turning from shock to frustration again as she tightened her grip around the earphones and her jaw clenching.

She figured he was walking away again and she sighed and before seeing that he paused again to shoot his glance at her once more, she gasped again catching his glare meeting with her eyes and she listened to him once again restate that he could care less of what she did with the two items because they could be replaced. But that wasn’t what bothered her; it was the next statement that really stabbed her. Once the words were said her eyes widened and her mouth opened a little as he turned his back again and started walking away, she stood there unable to move. She felt something growing in the back of her throat, some lump of emotion, what was it? It felt painful, was it that what he actually said was hurtful. Yeah that must be the emotion she was feeling and it was becoming overwhelming that she was unsure she could hold back the tears that wanted to break loose out of her frustration and anger. She didn’t let the tears fall instead she just caught up to him and cut him off once more.

She stood there in front of him not saying a word instead she just stared right into his eyes with eyes that said he obviously went too far. She finally then roughly shoved the card and earphones against his chest before letting it fall to the ground, her eyes still met with his not looking away or even blinking. “Go to hell…You can have it” she then backed away from him and turned around starting to walk away before she stopped and called over her shoulder “You know nothing about me…so fuck off” with that she kept walking her pace becoming a bit quicker as she went along. She could no longer fight back the tears that wanted lose so without caring who saw her she let them fall slowly down her cheeks they fell, knowing no one would care if she was in pain or not, they were all fake friends she had, she used them just as they used her. Everyone uses someone to get what they want in a world like this. She just didn’t expect his words would actually get to her like they did. She had to stop now that her eyes were getting blurred with the tears that were coming down faster than before. She stopped under the shade of a tree and leaned against it before slowly sliding down into the grass, at the moment she didn’t care if her dress would get dirty.

Just as he had found the thing about his mother sensitive, her and guys using her was also a sensitive topic for her, people using her period, it was something she was used to. She even gotten used to using them, no strings attached, just getting what they both want out of it and letting no feelings involved. Yet even with that said it’s hard for her not to care anyhow, and never had anyone told her something like that to her face. Never had she really cried or gotten emotional over anything either, she hated that he effected her enough to make her cry. She wiped away the tears with streaks of mascara now across her face; she folded her knees up to her chest and buried her face behind it. She figured no one would find her here or bother her. They wouldn’t care either way.

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MOOD // Angered/Upset
TAGS // Ming & Ruska
WORDS // 1055!!!!
NOTES // your post was fine =/
LYRICS // Forgiven – Relient K
CREDIT // ♥ Lovely Moody ♥

[Ruska Schirach]

<sub>“Go to hell…You can have it. You know nothing about me…so fuck off.”

It looks like he had done what he had intended on doing and had done it well, perfectly in fact. His had put all of the malice, hatred, and anger that he had been collecting over the course of the past few hours into his words and it clearly showed in his voice and the words that came out. Ruska had put away the small arms and was turning to the larger guns; making it very clear that playtime was over. If she was going to overstep her boundaries by talking about his mother and father at all, then he was going to make sure that she felt the same things that he did. An eye for an eye was what he believed and what he was always sure to follow through on, no matter how harsh and rough it maybe.

As he watched her walk away Ruska began to collect his thoughts. He knew that she was upset even as she had been standing there looking at him, her eyes almost glazed over by the words that he had spoken and the meaning that he knew they had on her. It was odd that she seemed to taken back by the things that he was saying as he was sure that she would have been expecting things like this from his, at least after the way that this conversation had been going. All his conversations went that way and it was always the same result in the end and Ruska was never the loser. It was like this for everything that he did, whenever he played and although he played rarely, when he did he played to win and this was just another example of this.

With each step that the girl took away from him, her pace quickened and, or so he assumed, the tears fell faster as well. What he had said and done was only fair, as she had brought something painful to him up, he returned the favor. She had crossed the line in the sand first and Ruska only stepped across after her once she had said what she did. Had his mother not been brought into this, he would have held his tongue about it. It was only then that he began to wonder if he had stepped further over than she had with what he had said. It would not have been the first time that the things he said were far to rough a response to what had been said to him. Maybe he had stayed around her to long and had indeed done something that he would later regret.

Those students that had been watching the little escapade had since returned to their own conversations for the most part, but some still watched him with disgusted looks on their faces. Even those that had looked away were still casting him glances that were radiating with loathing and anger over what he had done. It seemed to be unanimous in the minds of the observers that Ruska had indeed taken his retort too far. Their opinions were of little consequence to him but his own opinions were a different story and they happened to be coinciding with what the faces of those that were around him. Apologizing for his previous comments would be something that would surely only make that girl more insufferable than she already was and that was something that needed to be avoided at all costs.

At his normal slow pace, Ruska set out after the run away girl. He was sure that she would not have gone to far from where they had been especially with all that crying that she was doing. As he walked along the courtyard he looked from side to side for her or any sign of her. He was expecting her to be sitting under a bench, against a wall, lying on the ground or even against… a … tree… Sure enough, there she was, sitting there with her back pressed against it and the tears flowing freely. Even from here he could see that her makeup was starting to get ruined. Ruska may have put her in that state but he was not one who liked to see pretty girls upset and his mind was made up. Starting towards her, he removed a small cloth from his pocket and held it in his right hand until he had reached her.

Not wanting to make any sudden movements or alarm her, he crouched down in front of her and held out the cloth, the ends of it lying limp and dangling from his hand. Even with he face against her legs Ruska was still able to see her and even like this, she was still very beautiful. Things like that were trivial at this moment in time, as she would surely rip him to pieces once she looked up. All the same, he was still intent on at least making sure that they were one the same terms that they had been when she had first seen him.

“You’re a mess. Here”</sub>

[~ Ming Tong/Sora Uchiha ~]

Stranger than your sympathy
ALL THESE THOUGHTS YOU STOLE FROM ME
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Ming had expected that Ruska got exactly what he wanted from her. Well he won, he pushed her far enough to break her, just a few simple harsh words and the death stare was enough to ruin her entire face she put on. What was with that stare anyhow, why was he so emotionless? There had to be something that he felt, well the thing about his mother got at least some anger out of him so that was enough for Ming to know he had some feelings behind that emotionless face. She shivered again thinking about it, how could she let him win? “So stupid…” She mumbled to herself outloud. She felt stupid for sitting here crying, she was much stronger than this, but he had completely caught her off guard. Not to add no one ever said those words to her and for him to be the first it was the coldest way that it could ever be said. She was sure he must hate her guts and why she would care, he wasn’t the nicest person to approach even if she was rude he still appeared to be a cold person anyhow, she just beat him to it.

Sitting there she continued to think about how he must be happy with himself for making her shrivel up, most didn’t easily get to her she was always easily able to brush things off but why, why did he bother her so much! She screamed and noticed that someone was coming and quickly buried her face again so they wouldn’t see her. It seemed they had past but she was sure she heard the crushing of leaves which meant someone was standing near her. She didn’t look up to see who it was; she looked like a mess and didn’t want to show that she was not looking her best at the moment. She didn’t hear anything else she figured they must have left but suddenly a voice spoke and it didn’t even take her a second to register it as belonging to the one that had her crying in the first place. The first thought that ran through her mind was “….” And then it was why in the world was he bothering to help her, wasn’t he disgusted with her and didn’t want to be anywhere near her? She slowly looked up at him being crouched in front of her with handkerchief in his hands.

Staring for a moment, her eyes meeting his gaze, it wasn’t the harsh glare that he had been giving her before; it was still emotionless, but not deadly. She was confused and that puzzlement showed on her face as she slowly took the handkerchief from his hands. “Thanks…” She said softly and used the handkerchief to wipe away the black tears, they were black because they were mixed in with he mascara. She cleaned her face the best she could without seeing herself in a mirror. She then sniffed a little looking back to him again. “Why are you even here? I was sure you didn’t want to be anywhere near me…yet here you are…” Her voice returned back to it’s normal tone instead of the soft weak tone it carried before when she was still shock to see him even there. She should be biting his head off and perhaps slap him for saying what he did but she didn’t have any retaliating energy in her bones, crying was enough to keep her from wanting to say anything else, it made her vulnerable which she hated the most. She also hated that he found her crying, she wasn’t ready to face him yet or take anymore of his crap which she was almost certain that he was going to do.

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MOOD // Unsure
TAGS // Ming & Ruska
WORDS // 643
NOTES // –blinks-
LYRICS // Sympathy – Goo Goo Dolls
CREDIT // ♥ Lovely Moody ♥

[Ruska Schirach]

<sub>It surprised him greatly when she took his cloth from his outstretched hand. In truth, he had been expecting her to hit him, insult him, or anything else that might cause him pain. Yet she did not do this or anything that was even close to it for that matter. She simply took it from him and began to wipe off her face, making an effort to remove the black trails of tears that had previously run down her face. She was making an effort but it was a very sloppy one as she was missing most of the places that needed the attention. It was then that she spoke but unlike before, her voice was soft and weak sounding, a far cry indeed from the way that it had been before when she had first started talking to him. It had lost all of it’s harshness and aggression and had replaced them with sadness and possibly even pain but Ruska could not be sure.

“Why are you even here? I was sure you didn’t want to be anywhere near me…yet here you are…”

At first he said nothing and remained frozen in his place, crouched down in front of her with his arms resting limply on his knees, watching her with his eyes. He noticed that it was not just his voice that had lost all of its aggression, but all of her. This girl’s entire body was radiating the hurt and sadness that she was feeling, the hurt and sadness that he had put on her. Ruska did not regret what he had said as she had been the first one to cross over that line, but he was mad at himself for so foolishly and quickly following her over and resorting to dirty tactics. It was things like that made him disgusted with himself, ashamed that he was still that stupid and foolish to be taunted into things like that. But even with all this self-loathing and such he still did not regret what he had said to her. It would not have mattered even if he had because it was far to late to change anything now.

“I am here because I wanted to see if you were alright. What I had said had been far too rude a response to what you said to me. I do not regret saying it but I do realize that it was far too rough to be used. I may be a freak, a weirdo, a creep, a loner, or something else to people like you but even so I still do not like to see pretty girls cry.”

Ruska paused for a moment to think over what he had just said. He did not want to give himself off as weak or soft so his voice had been its usual emotionless self and his face and other features had been frozen in a stoic position, but there was one thing that he had no control over; his eyes. It was these same eyes that had been his most successful weapon against people that were now betraying him and what he was thinking to this girl. They had softened slightly, becoming warmer and a little gentler then before and Ruska was aware of this. Even so, he still held her eyes in his own gaze and did not look away, but this was not because he couldn’t. He did not want to look away from her eyes. There was something about them that he found interesting and caused him to hold his eyes one hers, trying to figure out what it was.

“You really are a mess. You cannot even wipe away your own tears without making a mess.”

As he spoke to her, Ruska removed the cloth from her hands and held in his, moving his hand to her face and with the gentlest of touch, wiped away the places that she had missed. He did not know why he was doing this but he did not stop, not until every last mark that was ruining her face was gone. Once they were gone, he lowered his hand and rested his arm back on his knee. It was then that he leaned forward, deliberately slow to gauge her reaction, and gave her a single kiss on the lips. There was nothing overly special about it, Ruska had simply given her a soft kiss, which had lasted for less then a couple of seconds at most. Pulling his head away and returning to his previous crouched position, Ruska looked at her.

“Better. You really don’t need all that make up, you are already beautiful.”

With that said, he stood and returned the cloth to his pocket, turning away as he did. Then, without another word he walked off.</sub>

[~ Ming Tong/Sora Uchiha ~]

You can’t quit until you try& You can’t live until you die
THERE’S NOHING LIKE A TRAIL OF BLOOD TO FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME

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Ming wasn’t sure why Ruska was even here, she had expected that he was glad that he finally got rid of her and didn’t have to deal with her mouth anymore. She expected he was happy that she was crying and that he got to her enough to make her break simply. She was sure he was walking back to minding his own business forgetting all about the little incident that occurred, but instead he showed up in front of her and he was handing her a handkerchief to wipe away her dark tears. It made no sense, she didn’t understand why he was here and caring that she was crying. He had been so cold to her before to suddenly be filled with some slight care that she was crying was beyond her. She just blinked in confusion after questioning him on his motive she continued to wipe at her face, she wasn’t sure if she was getting it all because she didn’t have a mirror to see with. She knew she must look like a mess, usually when she cried her cheeks would flush pink and the tip of her nose would flush pink as well, she would turn into a clown pretty much. She hated crying not only did she look like a mess but she felt like one too.

Finally she heard him speak up; she looked to his face and stared into his eyes. They were filled with warmth and sympathy unlike before with the emotionless coldness they carried before. She had feared that if she looked in his eyes again she would see that coldness, but instead she didn’t, she saw something else, something she hadn’t expected. It alone shocked her enough to gasp and she couldn’t look away from his eyes let alone his words came with puzzlement. He cared about her crying? Where did that come from? How could he possibly care, she had been rude and mean to him before. He was confusing, he didn’t make much sense, his behavior, and his personality was completely a mystery, what more was there to say. He was a strange person. His tattoos that are hard to overlook at are drawn to his face, tattoos that make it seem as if he is crying but as soon as Ming she knew they were real tears, perhaps he couldn’t cry real tears so he made a tattoo of tears for himself. Ming’s mind was wandering off on thoughts that she didn’t even hear the last part of his sentence about seeing pretty girls cry. She was far too lost in her thoughts to notice he just gave her a compliment, sort of.

She looked back up to him again, his eyes not altering its gaze that had her trapped. She felt her heart suddenly stop again, what was it about his eyes that took her breath away every time? She couldn’t look away instead she heard his words and she felt completely embarrassed that her face flushed pink. “W-Well I can’t see myself….” she replied stuttering slightly on her first spoke word, she had became speechless once more as he took the cloth from her hands into his own hands. He begun wiping away the smears that had streaked across her face and she just stared a him unable to say anything to him, she knew there was something she wanted to say she just couldn’t speak the words or find her voice to say it. She wanted to bite his head off for before, slap him even, just make him pay for what he said, but being lost in his eyes she lost her complete train of thought. All she could think was His eyes are beautiful… but why?

[/color] She looked away for a second once he was finished.

She suddenly felt that he was leaning in closer to her, she looked up at him again wondering what in the world he was doing, before she could process that he was going to kiss her it already happened, his lips touched hers for a brief moment before parting and stating she looked better without makeup, she was already beautiful. Ming was already too shock from what just happened to say anything, instead she just breathed out a noise and watched he stood up to walk away, it was then mentally she shouted at herself and words finally slipped out “HEY! Don’t walk away from me…” She got up quickly onto her feet to stop him, once again standing in front of him and she just immediately wanted to do something for him kissing her and taking advantage of her for being a vulnerable state. “What the hell was that for? You’re trying to take advantage of me…” she then attempted to slap him her sore wrist from before slowly trying to make contact with his cheek, yet she somehow had the feeling he would stop her.

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MOOD// Shocked and unsure
TAGS // Ruska & Ming
WORDS // 839
NOTES // Cute!
LYRICS // Life is beautiful – Sixx AM
CREDIT // ♥ Lovely Moody ♥