it's all over now , daisuke

[OTAKA YUKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: 19px solid #222222; border-bottom: 19px solid #222222; width: 480px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2me8kn9.png); padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background-color: #e5e5e5; width: 350px; height: 220px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #333333; overflow: auto;]Otako Yuko let out a long sigh as she entered the cafeteria. The scent of disgusting cafeteria food filled her. What -- ? How can they serve this stuff? At first, she thought maybe it was just one student's lunch. But as she approached the counter where the lunch was serving, she saw that it really was the lunch that the school was serving. It looked disgusting. It smelled like rat poison. Making a face as she picked up a tray, she heard the lunch lady say, "It's healthy for you." Yuko nodded and took some of the stuff and poured it on her plate. She felt like she was going to throw up. As soon as the lunch woman looked away, Yuko dropped her tray and poured everything in a trash can. There was no way that she would eat something so disgusting such as that. The lunch woman had said that it was healthy. But Yuko doubted it. This thing looked... Ugh. She should have just a lunch from home. It would have been better. As usual, Yuko had chosen a seat all the way in a table in the back, which was empty. Nobody wanted to sit with her, mainly because of her attitude -- and that she was nowhere near popularity. Even if she (guiltily) wished that she could be a popular girl. Honestly, she just hated everything about herself. At the moment, she felt both mentally and physically weak. She couldn't take one more step without feeling as if she were about to collapse on the ground. Her head was spinning like crazy. She was dizzy. Not to mention, all these thoughts about if she liked herself or not were driving her crazy. For some reason, she wanted to just run away and escape from it all. But that couldn't happen, now could it? And would anybody care? Who would even notice? Her mother and father had given her up as a child -- and she never had any brothers or sisters. She didn't have a family that would go looking for her for days, nor did she have friends. It was shameful, really. She wanted to change everything about herself. Yuko just wanted to have attention. It was her deepest desire. It felt as if the more she tried, the less it was working. It was so... messed up. She would do anything. It was so idiotic. Even if it meant being a slut, or destroying herself in the process, she would do it. Yuko didn't understand herself... It was like there were two different sides of her fighting -- one side wanted her to be true to herself and never change, and it was ashamed of the other side -- but the other side was the opposite. It prided itself for being able to admit that it should be changed. It thought that she should destroy everything about herself... Yes. She was that weak. I'm such an idiot, she thought to herself, feeling as if she were about to cry. And suddenly her eyes started tearing up... It was disgusting. How weak am I? she shouted at herself. You're such an idiot! What was wrong with her? What was wrong with her? What was wrong with her? She continued sobbing to herself, feeling as if the whole world was watching her with eyes full of joy as they saw her cry. Luckily, the cafeteria was loud. Her soft sobs were barely heard over the chatter of the students -- and she was ignored. However, Yuko still hid her eyes with her hand. It barely covered her eyes, but it made her feel... Somewhat better. She wasn't about to let others see her cry. Finally, there was no stopping it anymore. The tears just flowed out like a river. She couldn't stop it. Her sobs became louder. Her face was turning red with embarrassment. "You're such a w-weakling." she murmured to herself, a tear streaming down her cheek again. "Why do I have to be weak?" she stammered, again, talking to herself. The cafeteria was loud, at least they couldn't hear her. And none of them cared enough to pay attention to her. She continued to cry. It was all so messed up. The more she cried, the weaker she felt. The weaker she felt, the more she wanted to cry. What was wrong with her? She never cried like this before in public. She felt embarrassed, weak, and humiliated. [/style]

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[SAITO DAISUKE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] it was a boring, terrible day just like any other. daisuke had sat through a few classes, and had a few pages of his notebook doodled out, and now it was time for lunch. well, what the lunch ladies said was lunch. every now and then they would serve something close to edible, but today was not one of those days. his nose curled up as he watched the goop that was supposed to be food splatter on his plate. the lunch lady opened her mouth to say something, but he just continued walking and ignored her. daisuke stood in front of the cafeteria, looking for someone he knew to sit with. his amber eyes fell on just about everyone in the cafeteria, but before they fell on someone fun enough to sit with.. they fell on a girl with bright pink hair. she was sitting all alone, in the back of the room. normally, he wouldn't care about her. daisuke could be nice, and reach out to people without friends, but most of the time he didn't. there was something.. wrong with her though. her hand was placed over her face, and her shoulders were shaking. "daisuke! daisuke!" he turned his head to see a group of people waving him down, probably wanting him to sit with them. daisuke wasn't super popular or anything, but he did have friends. he smiled at them, and waved back, but also shook his head. daisuke felt the need to go see what was wrong with the girl. maybe it was because he cared, but it was more likely because she was very pretty. daisuke wasn't some deep soul who cared for his fellow man. not all the time, anyway. he wasn't stone-hearted or anything, but he also wasn't filled to the brim with compassion. either way, his feet began to travel toward the girl. she never even noticed him as he reached her and sat down across from her on the table. before he could even open his mouth, she began muttering. he was sure no one was meant to hear what she said, but it was too late to take it back now. would she be angry at him? probably. hopefully she wouldn't, though. he reached out slowly, and grabbed the hand she'd placed over her reddening face. he was actually beginning to feel sorry for her. why was she so upset? because she had to sit alone? surely not, surely that couldn't send her into such a fit. he smiled softly at her. "hey, it's gonna be okay. why are you crying?" his words came out in a soft tone, but they were loud enough to be heard over the chatter that filled the cafeteria. did she have no friends? normally when a girl was crying there were at least five more making a huge deal about it.
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[OTAKA YUKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: 19px solid #222222; border-bottom: 19px solid #222222; width: 480px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2me8kn9.png); padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background-color: #e5e5e5; width: 350px; height: 220px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #333333; overflow: auto;]She didn't even notice when Daisuke sat down next to her. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. Why are you crying?" she heard him say, grabbing the hand that she had placed over her face. Yuko looked away and hesitated. If she told him... Would he think she was so pathetic? Her body was still trembling slightly when she faced him. "If I told you..." her voice trailed off. "Y-you would only say that I was pathetic." She just knew that he would. Yuko wasn't the type of girl to cry at things like this... Or, maybe she was. Even if she looked tough and tried to make herself strong, she was truly weak and afraid. Yes, that was her. "It was nothing," she said softly, trying to ignore the question. "Let's just leave it at that." Yuko wished that she could have stop crying at that moment. However, she didn't. She just looked away and continued crying, wiping away her tears with her other hand. She felt so stupid, crying while Daisuke was watching her. However, it was better than crying by herself. Her cheeks were a bright pink. She was obviously embarrassed. Yuko smiled falsely. "You must think I look like a fool." She had never cried in front of anybody before. Not since she was a child. She even remembered the people surrounding her. They looked down on her with eyes full of... happiness? They had enjoyed watching her cry. She sat there for hours, sobbing, until they finally all left. And once again, she was alone. She was always alone. Her whole life. No siblings, and her parents had abandoned her as a child. No friends, either. It was actually, very sad. Now, she didn't care who was watching her. She just continued to cry. It made her seem weak, she knew. But wasn't she weak? She didn't even have the strength to stop herself from crying. She didn't have the strength to tell herself, "You look okay, you're beautiful." when she looked at herself in the mirror. She hated herself. Finally, she stopped crying. Before she would start again, she stood up. "I am sorry you had to see that." she muttered weakly, before turning to leave. [/style]

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[SAITO DAISUKE]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: transparent; width: 440px; padding-left:7px, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]tonight, we're taking names, cause we don't mess around ! ![/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;]tagged: yuko ◆ words: 551[/style] [STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; text-align: justify;]the girl looked up at him through teary eyes, and it was then that he recognized her. yuko.. something or another. yeah, they weren't exactly close. he'd never actually spoken to her before. she had a reputation for being a bitch and a slut, though. daisuke wasn't exactly well versed in the latest gossip, but he couldn't help but overhearing the interesting stuff. so, when she allowed his hand to stay on hers and started to speak to him, he was shocked. he expected her to pull away, maybe hit him, and tell him to leave her alone. that would be her normal reaction, right? he didn't really know, but what he did know was that he was now over his head. what should he say? her words were sad, pitiful. he didn't think she was pathetic. all he could manage was a little shake of his head, squeezing her hand a little more tightly. "i don't think you're pathetic." he muttered. muttered, since when did daisuke saito mutter anything? he was truly at a loss for words as he looked at yuko. his eyes rested softly on her face, and he felt something weird in the pit of his stomach.. compassion? pity? what was it? she went on to say that it was nothing, and once again daisuke didn't have a response for her. he just sort of sat there, and ran his thumb lightly over the back of her hand. he really didn't know what was wrong with her, but he did know it wasn't nothing. he didn't know why he cared, and he didn't know what to do. in a way he wished he would have never came over, but in the same way he was glad that he did. no one should be alone when they were that sad. her cheeks were pink with embarrassment when she went on to say that she looked like a fool. once again, he just shook his head. he really didn't think she looked foolish, but he could understand why she would feel that way. no one wants to breakdown in front of everyone and then have some random asshole comfort them. seriously. daisuke was such an asshole, what was he even doing over here? he could almost feel the gazes of curious students burning into the back of his head, and for once in his life it bothered him. he didn't even know if anyone was really looking. they probably weren't. yuko didn't have any friends. the only reason someone might look was because they didn't know what the hell he was doing. neither did he. finally, she stopped crying. her small hand slipped out of his, and he jerked it back like he'd been shocked. in a way, he had. mentally, anyway. she muttered an apology before standing up and turning around to leave. he watched her for a moment, looking a little dumbstruck before he jerked himself back into reality and jump out of his seat. he walked swiftly around the table to stand in front of her. "w-wait, where are you going?" he reached out to her, but let his hands fall back to his sides half way there. finally, he just laughed and looked up at the ceiling. "i have no idea what the hell i'm doing." [/style][STYLE=float: left; opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; border-top:2px solid #666666; font-size:9px; text-spacing:2px; margin-bottom:12px; margin-top:15px;width:100%; color:999999; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px;]made by HUNNY @ h8u and btn[/style]

[OTAKA YUKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: 19px solid #222222; border-bottom: 19px solid #222222; width: 480px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2me8kn9.png); padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background-color: #e5e5e5; width: 350px; height: 220px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #333333; overflow: auto;]"i don't think you're pathetic." She thought she had heard him say. Although, she wasn't sure. She actually doubted that. She must look like a complete idiot at the moment. It was a relief that he wasn't making fun of her. "Y-you don't?" she asked, turning to face him suddenly. "Why is that?" she suddenly blurted out the question. She couldn't understand him now. How could he not find her pathetic? Maybe he was lying. She looked away again. Daisuke didn't say anything else. Silence... It was awfully frightening. "It's nothing" she had told him. But he didn't say anything again. He just sat there, quiet, and ran his thumb against the back of her hand. It was strange, really. What was she to do? Continue crying, and pretend that he wasn't there? Talk? He wasn't responding. What should I do? she asked herself thoughtfully, I probably look like an idiot now. Soon enough, he'll get tired of sitting there and trying to help me -- or whatever he's trying to do. He'll leave soon. she bit her lower lip. But there was nothing to do, nor was there anything to say. What if she said something wrong? So, she just stood up. Her hand slipped out of his and she walked away, muttering, "I am sorry you had to see that." There was nothing else to say, anyway. She had wasted his time. "w-wait, where are you going?" she heard his voice. What -- ? she thought, wondering why to even bother following her, when he stepped in front of her. "i have no idea what the hell i'm doing." The only reason that she left was because she didn't want to cry anymore in front of him. It showed just how weak she was -- and it made her feel terrible. She wished she could have stayed. Even though it was strange having somebody watched her cry, it was better than being alone. It was definitely better. But soon, he would have left, anyways. He would have gotten tired or bored of sitting there... in silence. And she had only had the strength to stop crying at that moment... She didn't want to continue sobbing in front of him. She didn't even know why he had went to her. Wasn't he... somewhat popular? She had heard a table calling his name, "Daisuke! Daisuke!" Why had he even bothered trying to help her out (if that was what he was intending to do)? Yuko continued walking, feeling still upset and terrible. Though, she must admit, she felt slightly better. [/style]

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