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~Ruki~
The sun shone through the gold-curtained French windows of my room, but I stayed in my king-sized bed for a long time.
I glanced at the clock.
Five thirty.
That should give me the two hours required to get myself ready in the morning.
Then another half to try on clothes...maybe eat some breakfast...
No. Skip the breakfast.
"Ruki-sama?" Mei, one of my maids, walked in, carrying a tray of breakfast.
Toast. Fattening.
Milk. Fattening.
Crepe. Most Fattening of them all.
Grapefruit...
Tempting, but no thanks.
"Thank you, Mei!" I took the tray and nodded to Mei as she bowed and walked out.
I set the tray on one of my desks (I decided against the desk with the computer; the milk might spill) and walked into my bathroom, where I took a shower.
As I stepped out of the steamy room, I took a good look at myself.
No pimples, that was good... I didn't gain any weight, either...
That was even better.
I looked through my medicine cabinet, taking out various hair products to freeze my hair into its usual array of messy perfection.
Perfect is what I wanted to be, so I took another half-hour to do my makeup.
As a child of neglectful parents, I got whatever I wanted, and my walk-in closet was stuffed full of designer clothing and accessories.
Everything was arranged perfectly and carefully.
I tried on some clothes before realizing I had to go to school, meaning I had to wear a uniform.
I slipped on the required white shirt and crisp black pants.
The males at Purinsu High were allowed to wear skirts, which one of my best friends Uruha did, but they were known as sluts if they did.
Uruha didn't care.
He knew he was a slut.
He knew he was being called a slut.
And he liked it.
I blushed.
Anyone who called him a slut would probably be slammed into a coma by Reita, my boyfriend.
Reita was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
His face was a sight to behold and his body was a work of art. I know that I wasn't good enough for Reita, and never will be.
No matter how many times Reita disagreed with that.
It also didn't help that everyone, everyone, at Purinsu High worshipped Reita.
He was the number one coveted male in school.
My red Blackberry Pearl vibrated.
It was a text from Kai.
"Eat," it said.
Kai was another story. He was extremely sweet, extremely kind.
He worried about Ruki and the rest of the gang all the time.
Kai was like brown sugar.
Sweet, but natural too.
The only strange thing was that he was dating a drop-out named Miyavi.
Rumours swirled around the school, but Kai paid them no mind.
He usually didn't.
I know Miyavi.
He was a nice guy.
Kai knew he was a nice guy.
That’s the thing about Kai.
He didn’t care about what people said.
I do.
I do a lot.
There was a knock on the door.
“Ruki-sama! The car’s waiting!” Mei called from the door.
“Coming!” I said as I slipped my Blackberry into my new leather satchel.
Grabbing the bag, I stepped out of the door to face a new day.
~Miyavi~
I don’t know what it is about Kai, but the first time I met him, it felt like there was finally some sunshine in my cloudy life.
My mom is dead, my dad’s a drunk and my brother is probably in jail right now.
Pretty freakin' awesome, wouldn’t you agree?
Anyway, I met him at school, before I dropped out.
More on that later.
I was in the library, reading and minding my own business.
I had gotten into a fight earlier that day so I probably looked pretty rough.
Bruises, cuts, you name it, I had ‘em.
What can I say?
That prissy little bitch of a boy pissed me off.
Kai walked up to my table, blushing.
His friends sat at another table, several feet away.
They were watching.
He came up to me and offered me a band-aid for “my bleeding arm,” he said.
I looked at him.
“That stupid little motherfucker scratched me there without me realizing,” I thought to myself.
He flushed even harder when I didn't say anything.
He put the band-aid onto the table before looking down and turning away, biting his lip..
I then picked up the band-aid.
It was baby-blue with balloons and teddy bears on it.
“I’m sorry it’s so childish-looking,” Kai said, turning back to me, still looking downwards.
“`S’alright.” I said. “Can you help me put it on?”
His face lit up.
His friends called out to him, telling him to hurry up.
He told them to go; he’ll catch up with them later.
I could tell he wanted to speak to me for a long time.
We chatted, and soon, we couldn’t get enough of each other.
Day after day, I would spend nearly waking moment with him.
Despite my punk-look, his parents liked me.
Surprising, right?
Yeah.
They surprised me too.
The only reason I started going to school was because of Kai.
Kai shared everything with me.
His hopes.
His dreams.
His love.
The last one he shared a lot with me.
I dropped out later on, to pursue a career in the music business.
Princes and Princesses dominate Purinsu High.
They’re all rich, except for a handful of people like me.
They’re mostly all comfortable with their lives.
Heirs of large businesses didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
The only reason why I got in was because I was smart.
I knew I was smart.
I had a good head on my shoulders.
Purinsu High had nothing for me.
Except Kai.
I was the one who took his virginity.
I am the one who he loves.
And I will be the one to take care of him.
Some day.
I told, no, promised him that one day my guitar will buy him anything he wanted.
You know what he said next?
He said that all he wanted was me.
~Uruha~
I'm lonely.
I am.
Sure, being gorgeous is great.
But being loved is even better.
Ruki, my best friend, loves me.
But not in that way.
He has his Reita, and Kai, my cousin, has this guy named Miyavi.
Who would die for him.
People worship me, but no one, not even my own mother would die for me.
My mother.
My mother doesn't love me.
She doesn't care about me.
Her boyfriend, a loser named Shinji, is probably all she cares about now.
Whatever.
He'll probably only hurt her in the end, like Dad did.
So back to my story.
About me.
I live a pretty okay life.
It goes kinda like this.
If Uruha likes, Uruha gets.
I also live in that white-brick mansion just down the road with my Grandpa and my Granny.
My bedroom's the large window to the right.
School's school.
I don't really care about my education.
I'm gonna get through with my looks anyway.
Sure, there's drama here and there with the occasional bitch.
But then again, what's life without it?
Some guys want to date me, but they don't love me.
They like me.
For my looks and my looks alone.
I'm probably just a doll to them.
They can go screw themselves.
And I know they do.
With me in mind.
Kinda creeps you out, knowing people out there are masturbating to you.
Whatever.
I have friends too, who doesn't?
But friends just can't fill this hole I have inside of me.
This...
Hunger.
I want someone to love me.
Not because they have to, but because they want to.
I want someone to love me.
And tell me that they do.
Every day.
Is that so bad?
Is that honestly too much to ask for?
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