Log: Takashi, Tomoka

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Date: Wednesday, Oct. 19th
Rating: R for violence, language, and uhhh...domestic abuse?
Summary: Takashi's Other took over and plans to tell Tomoka it's over. Tomoka's not just some cream puff, you know...ahhh, their love is so...er...not there anymore? She's not dead. We swear.

There was an elegant swagger to his walk as Takashi--he preferred to call himself Sleepy-chan (due to his secret fondness for whimsical Disney movies) but to these mindless fool he was still Takashi--made his way through the halls of Ryuhana to the music room. He'd chosen his outfit carefully today, having torn through most of Taka-chan's sad excuse for a wardrobe. He'd ended up in a green dress shirt, sexily unbuttoned at the top, and a pair of dressy yet casual black shoes underneath black pants. He'd even messed around with his hair, preferring to let it hang down slightly over one eye than to keep it up and out of the way like Taka-chan did. He was so boring. Taka needed some spice in his life, and Sleepy-chan was more than happy to provide it. He smirked when he reached the door, peering in at the annoying girl.

                She might have been okay, except Sleepy was really no interested in girls. At all. So sad, he thought, that his darling Taka-chan was suffering by harbouring feelings for her. He was here to help, though, wasn't he? Hmmm. Play time.

                Tomoka was kind of depressed, but she tried to hide it. Her friends and parents were itching to know who was the man she was dating, but right then, there was no chance of her introducing Taka to them.

                On top of it, the whole dream stuff... Oh, shit. It had taken them MANY days to get back to their usual routine. And she was still drained from all the cleaning, thought she had even sang while mopping and sweeping. At least her blue dress was intact. Tomoka wasn't so fond of dresses, herself, but Rieko-chan had given this one and made her promise she'd wear it in a special time. And it *was* a special day... sort of. Her prettiest hairclips were lost in the mess, so she had preferred to let for once her hair down. A sort of feminine sixth sense was telling her it'd make her look sweeter.  She clutched a certain good-luck charm (one that Katsuo had given her) in her hand. It said "Good luck and come back soon".

                He entered the room without knocking. Why bother? She was expecting him anyway. He made his was over to her, trying to keep a good distance between them but trying not to look suspicious. He made sure to put on his best Taka-chan face--worry, concern, and a hint of shyness. Ahh, Takashi was so lovably predictable.

              "Hi there," He greeted. What was she wearing? He'd been watching from inside Taka's mind, and Tomoka was more of a shorts-and-t-shirts kind of girl. He chuckled at the realization that maybe, she was dressing nicely for him? He commented this to Takashi, who was still trapped inside his mind. He didn't get an answer--the guy was far too broken to make any coherent thoughts. Burn, however, had no trouble reminding him how twisted he was. He was mildly flattered.

              "How's...cleaning?"

              She smiled at him. There was something different about the man. She couldn't exactly put her finger on what was it... Lord, how could he use *that* hairstyle? It was so... unlike him.

              Well, she wasn't exactly acting like herself. Cute as her blue dress was, she felt like a sort of puppet princess. Oh, Taka-kun would pay, for she was wearing that sort of gown only because she wanted to remember him looking different for the whole time he wasn't there.

              But very unlike herself, Tomoka hid all of this. "It sucked. Really. The only good thing was that I could grab some seashells. But I also had it easier than others..."

              No, this wasn't exactly the moment to allude to others, though. This moment was supposed to be only for Taka-kun and her. Damn, was she getting softer, or more like a bad shoujo manga girl?

              Tomoka extended her hand to touch him, but in the last moment, she hesitated.

              Sleepy smirked inwardly as he caught her eyes flicking over him. She probably didn't realize he was fairly adept at observing others having spent so long staring out from Takashi's eyes. He could see that she was trying to be optimistic but something was making her uneasy. He caught himself before he chuckled aloud. She was so young, what could she really understand?

It wasn't like she loved Takashi.....was it? She was hiding it, and well. But he saw past this. Cute girl, really. Shame he had to stomp on her heart so suddenly. He was startled when she reached out for him, but her hand hesitated. He stepped forwards, feigning concern.

              "T...Tomoka..?" He put on a face that was worthy of an academy award. He so deserved one. "what I wanted to say....it's just that...there's things we need to work out."

              She was right. So right. She had suspected that this would be so NOT a normal conversation. Not that their lives as mutants were exactly normal, like she had told Echizen-kun when they were talking about his father. She briefly thought of the last talk in this same place, where all started going odd. The whole deal with her sort-of new powers and the reactions they spawned...

              Tomoka also thought of Yamato-sempai. The older man had told her not to be ashamed of acting out of love. Okay, that was true, but Mikan-chan had always said that Tomoka should act more with her head.

                Then, she heard Taka-kun's voice suddenly coming from far, far away...

                "Oh, sorry", she murmured. "I was distracted, Taka-kun. What did you say?" This was all so fake. So like dorama. If he had cited her just to say they should be through because of whatever Burn would do, he should go and tell already.

                Sleepy raised an eyebrow. Man, this girl was ADD for sure.

              "What I meant to say is I think we shouldn't see each other anymore." He paused ,waiting for a reaction. Come on, sweetie. Aren't you going to cry? he thought, relishing the idea. Tomoka merely sighed.

              "...Are...you okay?" He asked, completely confused. If her world had come crashing down, she wasn't showing it. Unless she'd been expecting him to say something like that.

              A part of Tomoka's heart had just broken, yes. But like other times, unlike other girls, the pain was turning into anger instead of sadness. What, did he forget the promises made in that month of friendship and love? Did he forget her promise to be with him no matter what?

              No, no, no. She was a person who almost always fought hard to get what she wanted and thought it was the best. She would never expect her boyfriend to be less than her, out of respect for them both.

              The girl held back the tears of frustration and rage that she felt coming to her eyes, and clenched her fists.

              "Why, Takashi Kawamura?", she asked angrily, staring right into his eyes. "Why aren't you willing to fight for us?"

              Taken aback, he met her eyes and could almost feel the intensity burning behind them. Oh. Shit. She looked really, really pissed.

              "Wh-why?" He scrambled to regain his composure. "Because what was it anyway, Tomoka? Surely you weren't expecting something serious? After all, we’'ve only been together for a month." He sniffed.

              "Besides. Maybe I just don't feel like it anymore. Did you ever think maybe I've moved on to something better?" He was smiling now. No use pretending to be nice-guy-Takashi. May as well be hard on her, so she'd get the message.

              No, this wasn't Taka. This man was NOT HER TAKA. Maybe he was Burn, but not Taka. Not the guy who was so easy to read through thanks to his body language. Not the one who was so shy and sweet when they met, and so apologetic when she first found Burn. Not the one who had blushed when she kissed him on the mouth, and made sure their first date was the best of her life.

              This man was not Taka. He would not just go and dump her on whim, then make up a stupid excuse. And maybe this was Taka—but if it was he’d be most likely lying to her, trying to keep her safe from Burn.

                "Stop lying", she murmured, still looking at him straight. "If you're lying to protect me from Burn, you're a fucking coward. If you're Burn and are planning to ditch me to run away for god-knows-why, you're a goddamn bastard."

                Tomoka could barely believe she was speaking like a tough boy. Well, this was a part of the goddamn masquerade. She would rip off the mask from his face.

                "Don't sell me so cheaply, Takashi Kawamura", she said, her voice rising. "I'm not someone you can just chew up and then leave".

                Damn, but she was such a wonderful actress. She would've been a great Otoko-yaku if she had managed to make it into the Takarazuka.

                Narrowing his eyes, Sleep sneered at her. Talking tough like that to him wasn't going to solve her dilemma. Poor Tomoka, didn't she understand that he was neither Takashi nor Burn? Clearly she hadn't caught on, and he wasn't about to let her in on the fun. Too easy.

                He moved forward, fast, and placed his hand on her wrist. Years of Takashi honing his body through karate ensured it was a firm, unbreakable grip.

                He hissed, "You think you can talk to me like that? I tried to break it to you nicely but you're just too thick-headed to understand, aren't you? I never want to see you EVER again. Get it?" He tightened his grip, and she whimpered.

                Tomoka had never felt so much physical or emotional pain in her damn life. Not even when the tough boys of her former school threw things at her while yelling "Lightbulb girl, lightbulb girl!" Her mind was screaming at her to go and take it all back, so the pain would just go away and he'd let go of her...

                But no, she was stubborn enough to not surrender. She did hold back when An and Niou were upset at her when she treated Echizen-kun so badly. She would NOT go down without a fight, dammit, NO!

                Tears of pain trailed down her pale face, but she did NOT stop staring at him.

                Go on, you bastard. Come on, Burn, she thought, keep on talking. Let me just gather enough energy to flash the shit out of you, so you leave Taka the hell alone and we can finish the fucking parade!

                He grinned widely. "What's wrong? Didn't think I could ever hurt you? Look, Tomoka, I mean it when I say we're through. Just stop fighting it, why don't you?" He smirked again and released her hand. It wasn't like he wanted to break her wrist, or anything. Though he thought maybe he'd sprained it, by the amount of pain she seemed to be in. Oh dear, had he done that? Served her right; girls were useless anyway.

                "Are you g-gonna c-c-cry?" He mocked her, crossing his arms and leaning against a piano. He was still smirking like a royal jackass, and he knew she was getting ready to do something. Sleepy couldn't help but be intrigued. If she used such interesting powers to draw me out, let's see what she can do now?

                She wiped away her tears with her other hand, and still stared at him. "I don't know what on Earth got into you, Burn", she said, "but I know you're not Taka. And I know I'm not just a little girl in denial of rejection. If you want me to just whimper and cry, you're wrong".

                She didn't immediately notice it, but her body was starting to gleam again. But the glow was different. Her whole body  was engulfed by her pain, her humiliation, and the despair to get Taka back.

                Tomoka saw him getting defensive. She didn't know what she was exactly going to do, but whatever it would come, she'd get Taka back.

                However, the girl could feel that this was starting to drain her out of body energy. Damn, not now! Her mind was still strong and determined, but her body was starting to give away.

                Not before I reach to Taka... No... Taka... Dammit, Taka, hear me already! You're there! Don't give up, Tomoka... don't give up, Taka...

                Sleepy stared at the girl in alarm. Her body was emitting a soft light that grew in intensity now and then, as she raised energy (most likely form her anger) Sleepy was both amused and alarmed. This was some crazy shit, right here.

                Luckily he hadn't planned to stick around so long. He approached her again, cautiously, but still managed to get in a bit of a swagger. Had to keep up his confident routine, to let her know he was the one in charge here. He grabbed her shoulders, just like before when they'd been here. The day he'd come out from Taka's mind. She gasped a little; the bruises were still there, evidently. He leaned in very close, and  whispered maliciously in her ear.

                "Takashi is watching this. What would he think if I killed his girlfriend and let everyone put the blame on him?"

                He muttered a sinister laugh, sounding almost psychotic. Sleepy moved back a few inches and caught her expression. His eyes widened in shock.

                No, no. She had wanted to save Taka... not to endanger him. Never to endanger anybody she loved. Her family and human friends; the people of Ryuhana; Taka's family; those two boys from the Brotherhood (Sengoku? Oshitari? Were those their names?) ...

                She didn't want them to believe that Taka was a murderer. That he'd kill someone in cold blood. No, Taka was not like that. She believed in Taka - not in the bastard hurting her through Taka's body. Damn, if she still wasn't tired from the days before...!

                "Taka..." she murmured. She started crying again, and again those tears were of anger.

                Tomoka summoned her last bits of strength and used all of her energy reserves into a final flash. She could barely feel the other man tossing her across the room and against the wall, and how she was bleeding from an injury on her forehead–her head had hit the wall, before she passed out.

                What—what was...he blinked, and realized that everything was flashing in front of him. What the hell had she DONE? All he could see were rotating lights and colors. It made him dizzy, and his eyes burned terribly. As soon as the flash had hit, he'd panicked and shoved the girl away. He didn't know where she was, but he'd heard her hit something he assumed to be a wall.

                He hadn't planned to actually murder her. It was just a threat to scare her away. It would have been too much of a mess, and he wasn't in the mood anyway. Besides, he was more likely to kill a human than he was another mutant, regardless of how annoying they may have been.

                Sleep rubbed his eyes frantically, stumbling over chairs as he wandered about in pain.

                "Shit! What the hell did you do, you stupid bitch?" He cried, furious. This was way out of control.

Things like this would undoubtedly catch the attention of the two headmistresses, something he didn't want in the least. They'd try to make him go back inside Taka, and he wasn't interested in that at all. His vision slowly came back to him, though he had to keep his eyes shut because they continued to burn. When he opened them briefly he spotted her across the room. Hum. He seemed to have used too much strength. In his mind, Burn and the real Taka were babbling something about murder. He winced. He didn't think she was dead. Just hurt. And he didn't really care either way.

                With one last glance at the girl knocked out at the other end of the room, he turned to the door and bolted.

Comments

OoC

[dropsofgleam.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... Wasn't the log to be slightly forward-dated, though? Tomo-chan was just talking to Jiroh through journal as if nothing happened.

Not easy to believe that the cruelest part of the Tomo torture here came form *me*, the Tomo player herself. Who'd guess it? XD

Re: OoC

[ghostboi.livejournal.com]

I thought so. That's why there's a question mark. When do you want to date it?

Re: OoC

[dropsofgleam.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... maybe tonight is fine. I have a pending log with Yamato that's dated for Tuesday morning. XD

Re: OoC

[link621.livejournal.com]

XD We're almost ready to send that to you, by the way. It's getting long with the various antics of Man, Boy, and Kitten. *dies*

Also, dude -- Taka. :/

Re: OoC

[dropsofgleam.livejournal.com]

Okay, then. Send it when you're done. :3

And yes, DUDE. *points at the strike-outs *

Re: OoC

[lobotronic.livejournal.com]

...I DIDN'T DO IT~!

It was her, ALL HER!

....*mourns*