Nightmares aren't Welcomed [ Hiwatari and Michiko]

[Suzume Koyama]

The sky was black, the moon illuminating it along with stars sparkling for the world to see them. The moon was sending rays through one room in particular, the one of Miss. Koyama, the magic teacher of Petalite Academy who had just come back from a hang over after night classes were over. No noises were coming from this one room in particular, being to the fact that she was sleeping, her feet resting on her pillow and her head on the opposite side of the bed, the curtains weren’t closed, but it didn’t seem to disturb the almost peaceful sleep of the lady.

She began to wiggle from side to side, her peaceful expression that was on her face changing a few times until she rolled around and fell off of her bed, making a thud sound, echoing into her room and probably a bit in the academy as well. The witch growled lightly, sitting up and cussing a little but a few words were pretty audible ; “Holy mother fucker…” she said before trying to get unmixed with her sheets and throwing it to the sheets.

Her heard was beating fast, almost wanting to get out of her chest and there were sweats on her forehead that she brushed away with her right hand. She looked around looking rather nervous as she tried to remember where she was until a headache showed up, making her growl once again. She slowly stood up as she got back to her senses in the process remembering she was only in her bedroom and not anywhere else, which made her sigh of relief.

What had awaken her was once again, those bloody nightmares she had about her dad and the events that had happened into her past. She didn’t have one of the most joyful past you would like to have, her childhood was a pain, she didn’t have lots of friends and all and her dad was beating her right after she had asked a dumb question; who would’ve thought it would’ve turned him so violent. If she would’ve known the consequences, she would’ve just keep it quiet and none of this would’ve happened. She cursed a few more words looking around for a pack of smokes, needing to unstress herself.

Her heart beat had slowly calmed down, but it was still high and she still looked rather nervous. Her eyes turned brown along with a hint of gold in them, reflecting her emotion and her hand quickly landed on the pack she was looking for. She let out a small sigh of relief and pulled a smoke out, stuffing it into her mouth and lighted it up, inhaling the smoke deeply while sitting down on her desk. She walked out to her door, opening it slightly before going to her window, opening it a little , tapping on the smoke it’s detritus landing on the white snow that was below her window. She shivered slightly from the coldness of the wind but didn’t mind it, it felt good somehow but still, it didn’t seem enough to make her relax.

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tag: Hiwatari and Michiko
comment: wooo have fun with that~ >3

[Takeshi Hiwatari]

Takeshi hadn't been teaching very long in history at this school and hadn't really met anyone else on the faculity. The people he had met didn't seem like anyone he'd want to hang around with and thus he stuck to his own. He sat in his room staring up at the ceiling, he didn't know what to do yet in this new place. It always took him a while to get accustomed to how a new city worked and until then he didn't go that far when he went out.

Sighing Takeshi stood up and decided to go see if there was anything interesting to do. He stood up from his bed and slipped on his shoes then ran a hand and went to the door. Opening he stepped out making sure to shut it behind him. He didn't need anyone breaking into his room and taking his stuff. Then he turned around and began to walk, only when he noticed one of the doors open did he stop.

Takeshi wasn't usually a very social person but he walked over to the door and looked inside. From where he was standing he saw a woman standing inside next to her window. She seemed to be smoking and he watched her tap her cigarette outside the window. Takeshi decided if the door was open that was an invitation. He stepped inside and kept back a little bit in case this woman decided to attack him.

Takeshi leaned back against the wall next to the door. "Can I have one?" he asked, motioning at her cigarette. Not exactly the best line he had ever managed but he wasn't giving her much else to go on.Even after all the years he had he still tended to not be a smooth with women as some people though all vampyres were. He leaned against the wall and looked at her waiting to see whether or not she'd answer him. If she said no Takeshi didn't know really what he would say after that. He didn't really have another line up his sleeve, maybe once she said no his brain would come up with one. Takeshi was really a clever thinker when he wanted to be.

[Suzume Koyama]

Suzume sighed and ran a hand through her hair while staring at the starry sky trying to slow down her heart beat. After that nightmare she had had, it always took her a few times before feeling secure in the environment she was in and it always took her time to remind herself that her dad wouldn’t show up after the treatment that Michiko had given to him ages ago. She began wondering about where he could be right not but quickly decided that it would be better not to think about him, not wanting to bring herself bad luck or anything.

Her hand continued to run in her long black hair not really used to have them loose; after all, she was most of the time seen with all kind of sophisticated hair styles which all came out of her mind and took her a while to create on her hair. To make it faster, she used her puppets at times who helped her with the job, without any objection after she casted a spell on them. She liked her puppets; they were pretty handy in any kind of situations and even got them to talk at times and taking messages whenever she was too lazy to do so or sleeping.

She stared at them, one was white and the other one was black, both resting onto her desk, eyes closed as if they were sleeping and waiting for their mistress to give them any kind of order that would pass through her mind. She smirked at them before returning her attention back to the sky inhaling once again the smoke, taking deep breathes and closed her eyes, not aware that someone was walking over to her room, not hearing any footsteps coming in the process.

An other sigh escaped her lips, laying her back against the wall, blinking, noticing that someone was in her room at this time of the night and…a man? She stared a few moments him remembering of the one she had met a few times ago at the café, this one was really nice, but then again she might be mistaken on the person and then again, it might just be a damned pervert who would try to get into her pants. She would have to stay on her guards from now on.

She arched an eyebrow as her eyes didn’t leave him, wondering about what on earth he was doing into her bedroom, leaning against a wall. Did he also have to show up when she was the less presentable?! Her hair were all messed up and she probably looked scary as well due to the fact that she had had drank a lot and woken up from a nightmare.

"Can I have one?" Was what he asked. She continued staring at him before glancing down at her pack. Well, the voice did ring a bell into her mind, maybe he was the man she had met back then, but she still was unsure of it, maybe she was just dreaming or something, who knew. She shrug and threw the pack of cigarettes at him for him to catch up deciding she wouldn’t mind his company for now.

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Tag: Takeshi and Michiko as always –
Comment: mwahahahah this is going to be great!

[Takeshi Hiwatari]

Takeshi had really great relfexes which he had never had when he was alive. Even with his eyes closed his reflexes were better than almost anyone, perks of being a vampyre. When this woman threw him the cigaretter he caught them easily between his tumb and index finger. He quickly drew out one of the cigarettes then tossed the pack on the desk. The pack hitting exactly on the desk where he had intended it to land. He walked over to the window where the woman was and pulled a lighter out of his pocket,

Takeshi lit the cigaretter then replaced the lighter into his pocket, he took a long drag on the cigarette then tapped it out the window. For the first time Takeshi turned and really looked at the woman and a twinge of recognition hit him. He had seen her before now but he wasn't exactly sure where; he continued to look at her trying to place her, then it hit him. The Cafe. He had met her at a cafe in town before he had gotten the job as history teacher. Takeshi didn't remember though if he had ever caught her name, if he had he didn't remember.

He didn't know if she remembered him but if she did she didn't show it. Takeshi took another inhale of his cigarette then flicked it some more out the window. He saw the snow littering the ground and trees outside, if it hadn't been for the changes in weather he'd never know what season he was in. It was hard for him to feel any temperature, cold or hot but he knew it was just a vampyre thing. Again Takeshi leaned against the wall next o the window and looked over at the woman.

"I'm Takeshi," Takeshi said, taking another drag on his cigaretter. "Takeshi Hiwatari." He said it to where the smoke came out of his mouth as he did, hovering across his face until it vanished into the air. "I'm teaching History here now." He tapped his cigaretter out the window once more then ran a hand through his hair pulling it back from his eyes.

[Suzume Koyama]

Suzume stared at Takeshi for a few more moments and returned her gaze to the window. Deciding not to mind him much for the time being, after all, he didn’t come close to her right away and he didn’t do her any kind of advances- not that she would accept one from any other men as well. She peeked her hand out of the window, tapping on the cigarette for an other time and brought it back to her mouth, her tensed body slowly beginning to relax from the stress that had submerged from nowhere because of the nightmare.

She didn’t say anything yet as he walked over to where she was, glancing at where he had placed her pack of smoke and stared down at the snow, illuminated because of the lights that radiated from the moon and stars. Night was probably her favourite time of the day and that’s mostly where she would go hang out, partying and drink till getting drunk. Night live was just awesome, good thing that those night classes didn’t least all night long or else, she doubted she would survive and just ask to the mistress to return to day classes like she had one thought.

She glanced at Takeshi, unsure of if she should bring out any kind of conversation. After all, he did remind her of that man she had met at the café but she wasn’t 100% sure of it. An other cold breeze blew into her long hair making her sigh contently as it slowly brought her back to her senses. Her gaze landed back on the man, curious to know about him. After all, it wasn’t everyday that someone popped into her room like that in the middle of the night, unless it was Michiko. However, she tended to do that more in the morning, when she was usually taking a nap to tell her some knock knock jokes, which made her sometimes, desperate about it.

He seemed to be staring at her as well, which made her wonder some more. Why was he fixing at her like that? Was it because she looked awful or anything? Why on earth was she even worrying about looks when she was around one of the things she hated the most on this earth; men. She scowled thinking about it but soon enough, found back a neutral expression, not wanting to make him think that she was scowling because of him, well, yes, maybe a little but it wasn’t his fault at the same time…gah, too complicated.

She stared down at her half smoked cigarette and inhaled more of it trying to think about what she could possibly do with a man smoking with her in her bedroom, god, many people would have wrong ideas now that she thought about it, which was why she preferred not to do so.

"I'm Takeshi, Takeshi Hiwatari. I'm teaching History here now." She nodded as he presented himself; his name did sounded a bit like the name she thought she had heard at the café if he had told her. “Suzume Koyama.” she replied resting her elbow on the wall that was beside her. It surprised her at first, that the man at the café happened to be a teacher from this academy, which made things only more odd. “Magic teacher here, for night classes…you’re the one…from the café right?” she couldn’t help but ask, mostly because he was the first since a while she had ‘allowed’ to flirt with her…

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[Takeshi Hiwatari]

Takeshi tried to run the name she had given him through his head but he still didn't remember it. Maybe they hadn't introduced themselves at the cafe. Or maybe she wasn't the one he had met in the cafe at all which kind of hurt his ego considering he usually remembered faces. Especially faces like hers, again he gave her another glance, taking in her appeaance. She didn't look like the same as she had in the cafe, if it had been her. Her hair was down now, flowing around her shoulders, she didn't have make-up on and her eyes looked tired.

The woman from the cafe had seemed much more strict than this woman. She had her hair up in a way that Takeshi had no idea how she managed it an her make-up was done as if by a professionial. Her clothes had been nice and she definitely hadn't looked the least bit tired. Takeshi though seemed to like this version of her more, if he was talking about the same woman, the more carefree one. She didn't seem as uptight and he liked her hair down, it brought out her eyes.

Then she asked him about whether or not they had met in a cafe and Takeshi grinned. It had been her after all, now that he knew for sure he though he even remembered some of the conversations they had had with each other. If he had rememebered right he had done quite a bit of flirting, but unlike most women she didn't seem to be as taken by him, which was surprsing.

"I am the one from the cafe," Takeshi agreed. "Nice to see you again." He took another drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke out in a circle that lifted into the air then dissipated. His cigarette was now halfway gone and he wondered if he would go for another one once it was gone or if he'd find something else to do while he was talking with Suzume. He always found it easier to think of things to say while keeping his hands busy. It always helped him to not think about staring too intently as people's necks.

[Suzume Koyama]

Suzume stared at Takeshi some more, secretly hoping he was the one she thought he was. After all, you didn’t bump into a nice man everywhere and every day. It was the first time she would have feel calm and not harassed or anything when talking to one. The feeling was strange, since she wasn’t used to it but she liked it. Of course, didn’t mean she would allow him to come closer to him, she still had her limits and they had only talked a few moments when they were at the café, those had been pretty enjoyable ones to add at that.

She noticed his grin, but didn’t say anything yet, so he was the one? She found herself starting to be nervous again, making her eyes turn golden some more in the process. It was a first for her to be alone with a man. The last time it had happened was with her father and things didn’t end up that well. The only one she had really trusted had betrayed her in a way that she would never forget about. In a way that left a few scars on her, but couldn’t be seen at the moment, hiding by her clothes.

She shook her head at the thought of her dad, as if she was trying to chase him out of his mind. Why did he have to always pop in? It pissed her off. He wasn’t near the academy and he wouldn’t touch her as long as she was by Michiko-san’s side. She didn’t see the point of being nervous when he wasn’t around. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips, finishing up to smoke and threw the rest of the smoke out of the window.

"I am the one from the cafe, nice to see you again." His words made her lips curl up into a small smile, glad that he was the one she had talked to the other day. At least, she wouldn’t look stupid saying that to a stranger who wasn’t the one she thought he was. It was nice to see him again and she found herself being happy that he would be teaching at this school, nighttime to add at that.

“Nice to see you again as well.” she mused her mood changing a little. Yup, those were the kind of good news she liked to hear and raised her moral up. She even seemed to relax some more around his company, who gave a crap to the fact that he was a vampire? After all, since she was friend with Michi, she knew who was what and all the other things that needed to be known to add at that.

She left her spot to walk over to her desk and picked up the pack of cigarettes taking the last one. She grabbed her lighter and lit it then returned to her spot near the window, breathed in it, resting her head on the cold wall, letting her guard down a little. However, she reminded silent, not really having anything else to say so far, after all, she was half asleep so her senses weren’t all fully there. Still, she would glance at him at times subconsciously…okay, not that much, finding him cute.

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[Takeshi Hiwatari]

Takeshi grinned again when Sazume agreed that it was nice to see him again. From when he last talked to her she wasn't exactly the friendliest person. Also it didn't seem she gave very many men the time of day, he had seen many try to hit on her at the cafe but she ignored them like they were plants. He grinned wider thinking about that and wondered what part of him she found appealing considering it seemed he was the only one she seemed to actually talk to and not ignore. Takeshi took one last long drag on his cigarette then realized it was all gone. He blew out his smoke then flicked the cigarette out the window.

For a minute he sat at the window looking at the snow and feeling the breeze blow against his skin. He couldn't tell if it was a cool wind, all he knew was that it was blowing his hair back from face and could have felt good against his warm skin. Then he leaned back from the window and walked and walked over to the table where he had thrown the cigarettes. He picked up the pack and went to retrieve one of the cigarettes when he noticed they were all gone. Seeing as he didn't smoke all the time he didn't have any in his room, which meant the last one was the one Sazume had in her mouth.

Takeshi scrunched up the cigarette pack and walked over to the window and chucked it out. Then he turned and looked at Sazume. "You have the last cigarette," Takeshi said. "How about you share?" He held out his hand for her to place the cigarette in it; he wasn't sure if she'd be able to resist him making a direct request. Most women felt at him felt when he did such things and begged him to take whatever he was asking for. Of course as he already knew Sazume was very different from other women. For some reason he found that appealing.

He still stood there, hand outstretched, waiting for her to make the next move. Of course if she didn’t agree to share the cigarette he could make her share. Takeshi was rather strong and bet he could easily overpower her in a fight. He smirked slightly at the thought because he knew him beating her would drive her up a wall and he found that attractive. For a moment he actually wanted her to say no, that way he could force the cigarette from her, which would be the most excitement he had had in a long time.

[Suzume Koyama]

Suzume studied every move of Takeshi closely, still making sure, she would keep her distances with him; after all, he was a man and a vampire, you never know what he’d end up thinking about- either her curves or her blood. Both of the ideas didn’t seem that appealing to her even though she did admit that he was a cute one. What? She hated men but that didn’t mean she couldn’t gaze at them. There was no harming in looking someone right? She did feel uneasy at times when men were staring at her as if she was some kind of fresh meat. Tsh, they should be aware that she was the last person on the world that would end up sleeping with one of them.

She had never kissed one and was still a virgin; which some people found odd considering that she was a woman who was 250 years old. She didn’t care much about what the other said, sure Michiko told her often that she needed a man in her life but she would always just push those thought away from her friend’s mind. Her father had traumatised her enough, as well as the few other men she had allowed them to have a date with her. It always ended up the same way; them wanting to get into her pants and them liking her only for her damned body. They were just a bunch of perverts and she would think of Takeshi as one unless he proved her wrong.

She watched him as he walked back over to her desk, wondering about why he was doing so; after all, she had the last cigarette of her pack, which made her smirk slightly. Heh, she gave him one, and it was enough. He’d have to pay her if he wanted to have an other one. The idea made her smirk wider and she crossed her arms over to her chest as he returned to her, wondering about how he would react knowing he wouldn’t have an other cigarette.

"You have the last cigarette," Of course, she did, what was she smoking at the right moment? His statement almost made her chuckle but her face was straight and didn’t show much emotion except the tiredness and the stress but that, could only be seen into her eyes and only a few would know about that special fact of hers. "How about you share?" Her? Sharing with a man? It almost made her laugh. Why on earth would she share her cigarette with him who had popped into her room without her approval.

“And why would I share?” she asked tapping on her cigarette bringing it closer to his fingers but bringing it back to her mouth, smirking. “As I recall, this pack is mine, I can do whatever I want with my cigarettes, and this means I can not share them if I don’t want to.” she stated before ignoring him and turning her attention back to the window. How funny of him thinking that she might want to share her last smoke.

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Comment: >D let the action begin!

[Takeshi Hiwatari]

Takeshi grinned widely as Suzume denied him the chance to share her cigarette. He had a feeling she would, she just seemed like the kind of girl that played hard to get. Takeshi walked over to where Suzume was standing and leaned over her. He was practically lying against her back with his face pressed into her shoulder right next to her ear. Turning his head so his lips were pressed to her, he put on the best charm he could muster. Which was a lot considering he was a vampyre and they were known for their seductive nature. In all his years there had only been a few women who had managed o resist his charm. If Suzume did give in easily he would be a little less impressed with her but there was only one way to find out.

“You want to share with me,” Takeshi said, breathing softly into her ear. “You know you do.” Takeshi reached forward, resting his hand on the windowsill blocking off Suzume being able to turn right. It made it easier for Takeshi to catch her when he knew which direction she would have to turn. That is if she was able to resist his charm, if she didn’t she’d end up melting under his words and begging him to let her share a cigarette with him. He had to admit, he rather enjoyed women falling at his feet, it was fun to see what lengths they would go to to get his attention. But he also wanted to know what it would be like to fight for a woman’s attention. It had been a long time since he had known what that was like, challenges, he didn’t get those these days.

Takeshi had taken a break from women the last while, he had turned any who had hit on him away and only used his seductiveness to help him get to the next town. He wanted something interesting, something new, and he hadn’t found that anywhere. His thoughts then drifted back to where he was standing over Suzume, arm outstretched, his face pressed into the right side of her head. She hadn’t moved since he took this position and he wondered if she was going to answer him. Takeshi wasn’t a fan of silence, especially when he was trying to make conversation.