A Nightmare Under The Skin

[daiyu]

There was always a down side to every thing. School had the murderous stress of exams making the bliss of youthful freedom nothing but a tall tale. Daiyu had found, however, that in America the burden of good grades as parents were more lax. Atleast for them. Daiyu’s mother and father called incessantly through out her day to make sure she was studying. Mentally, she loathed the college website and her parent’s ability to operate a computer. Between the nagging and pressure very little had been done. Books were often left skewn about her dorm, with her passed out in the mess of it. Redbull cans littered the usually immaculate floor. But when all was said and done, heaven had been found in the lapse of a break for summer. Her school schedule was light come summer, something she’d purposely planned. She wanted to be the tourist after all.

It wasn’t often she did bother to go out. And it took more mental preparation than physical for the foreign exchange student to finally trust herself enough to go. The constant worrying and self loathing was draining and being that she had no control she didn’t want a repeat of what had happened early in the semester. With Kusaji guarding over her and keeping her in check there were less ‘accidents’ but that didn’t ease her discontent and fear. Babysteps would be taken. With tests done, she emerged from her dorm like a child and not three steps out of the building she was spotted. One would think it comical, the way her expression dropped and her body sought to hide behind a group of taller student. If she had a theme song it would have been the mission impossible, the way she ducked and weaved behind people, trees and benches. When the coast was clear, she dusted off her hands and wearly dropped onto the grass in the commons, her shoulders slamming into the earth with a guttural grunt. Around her other students were engaged in various summer activities; sun bathing, freesbie, hackysack, or studying. Her eyes closed.

The blades of grass tickled along flesh, as a heated breeze caressed the Earth around the relaxing vixen. The sun warmed the exposed skin from her t-shirt and heavily belted Capri combo that adorned her slender frame. “Kusaji…” came a weary whisper while her mind worked away as to where he was., he was late….

[evilinnocent]

Bernie thought she smelt Kusaji or at least a fox as she walked through the field, against her own mind she followed the scent. Her mind fell on the man who she loved; his touch and his kiss drove her to the breaking point that she wanted to pounce on him and take him…But then again she wanted to face this fox and asked why he stood her up. The fox was nothing but a dead in, she knew that but overcome that and be the perfect woman that Ridya deserved she would concur this demon of her past.

The grass tickled her bare feet as she stalked her pray waiting to be face to face with them. She felt the long wrap skirt that had two layers of silk one a layer was a dusty rose and the other a lighter pink that made the layers look good on her pale flesh she paired it with a layer of a white tank top and a brown one that made her auburn hair pop out more. It was a gift from Ridya’s mother sent for her as a early birthday gift, she smiled as she looked down at the outfit.

Her eyes where the blue color of the sky before a deadly lighting stormed hit, if that male fox was here they would at least have words. She prayed he touched her then she would have the right to eat him and not in the nice way, he was fox she was hyena and she was the stronger of the two. Not many people thought of the fact in the wild the fox was the pray of the hyena and she was willing to show him where he stood in the food chain. She walked closer and saw a female that laid in the grass , she smelt like that…that boy.

Walking closer as she looked down and heard Kusaji’s name spill from the girls lips; Bernie’s gloss lips split into a smirk as she stepped closer into the girls light too. So this was the reason that bastard stood her up? Or was it another?

“Hello there little fox? Where is your friend at?” She said in a soft voice that was almost too sweet. it dripped of honey from her cunning lips. She felt as if she was higher up then this girl at her feet, not only in the food chain but other ways too. Bernie had some secrets since she came back and one of them was her more advance skill with knives that she couldn’t wait to show the oba of her cackle; Kisa.

[daiyu]

She spread her arms out at her sides, making grass angels as she basked in the tickle the blades offered her arms. What was there to do next? If he didn’t show she would likely just go back into the safety of an air conditioned library and bury herself in music and books. ‘Give him another 15 minutes…’ she thought to herself. Clasping her hands over her stomach, she resumed the death like pose and listened to those around her with half hearted interest. Their lives after all meant little to her, at the very least the details. Their safety was another problem all together.

Closed oculars opened slightly as a cool shadow washed over her, a voice like honey spoke in her immediate vicinity. Starting at the feet, her gaze traveled upward only to halt. Her mind kept her silent while it debated on playing the ever fitting role of ‘I speak no english’ or just speaking it. Politeness and proper upbringing won out on that battle.

“Which friend?” Spoken as if she had many to begin with. Truly she had Kusaji and that was about it. Contact stained blue eyes squint a moment at the females silhouetted form. A few things had happened in the next few seconds. Daiyu’s nostrils flared slightly to inhale, catching an unfamiliar scent, one of a ‘tainted’ human. Next was the way she was greeted ‘fox’ told the tale that this girl was not calling her a slang term for good looking. Which led Daiyu to the final conclusion. “Kusaji?” She paused, as maybe this girl was a friend of his, “Anou…” Her eyes searched the girl for the word, typical of someone who didn’t speak the native tongue. “Late. He’s late for lunch.” Sitting upwards, her sets her elbows on her raised knees and tilt her head while looking up at the girl against the glare of the suns unforgiving rays. “Why?”

The pair, Daiyu and Kusaji, had often been seen together but it was hard to say –what- they were. The status of them was neither confirmed or denied. Black painted nails ran up and down her jaw and cheek, curious as to why anyone ever bothered talking to her. Deep breathes were taken to calm the growing anxiety that made her flesh burn hot. Control. She had to remain in control like she was taught.