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alone how they wanted me to decipher his message. Five six ā€“sided stars lay directly under his eyes on both sides of his face bending their flow to frame his dangerous looking eyes ā€“ten if you count both of his eyes. His skin was pale ā€“not like mine ā€“a few shades darker, and it made mineā€™s look unfavorable now. His ears were occupied by earrings similar to Redā€™s, but on him, it made him lookā€¦ forbidden. I continued to greedily take in his appearance, reluctant to take my eyes away from his. He didnā€™t seem to notice. His lips werenā€™t plump, but they werenā€™t thin either. They looked just the right size.
His posture was laid back, like he didnā€™t care much about anything around him to be affected by it. If I thought Redā€™s face was perfectly angular, then I take it back. It was ridiculous how charismatic and outright sexy and handsome he was. He was wearing a skin tight black tank top, and a long leather necklace that was looped around his neck numerous times, and lying on his strong collarbone was an onyx locket with one of those characters ā€“runes would be a better befitting name, as they seemed so ancient. His waist was riddled with leather and chains, and his long fingers ā€“I couldnā€™t help but notice that it was on his ring fingers ā€“were fitted with two thick onyx rings with silver runes on them. It was from his ring fingers that his tattoos rose and grew thicker, making him look even more forbidden.
It made him look taboo.
At the end of his dark loose pants I spotted steel toed combat boots, and noticed for the first time that I saw Red with the same pair too. My eyes didnā€™t trail away from Fateā€™s body. It would seem wrong to. I brought my eyes willingly up to meet Fateā€™s, and realized he had hair darker than mines are, with the occasional white highlight. I find it absolutely impossible that he was a human. He was too beautiful, too much like something out of the wildest imaginations of Angels, too much like something that was especially hand carved by Iophielā€“the archangel of beautyā€“himself.
For the first time, I was completely captivated, and for the first time, I didnā€™t mind. Redā€™s silky laugh interrupted my thoughts and I inwardly pouted.
Remember why they brought you here, Chika-chan! You canā€™t forget about your poor brothers! If you do, I wonā€™t be your friend.
Oh great. I have a pouting voice inside my head thatā€™s actually making a good point. But the thing is Iā€™ve never met people as beautiful as my family. They were always the talk of the town, and even a few towns over whispers of rumors about the family with it all; looks, money, luxuries, you name it we had it. I inwardly sighed at my thoughts. Iā€™m absolutely insane, but honestly ā€“why not go along with it for a while? Seriously, whatā€™s the worst that can happen?
Maybe Iā€™m still sleeping in astrology while Mr. Ferguson goes on about black hole and nebulas in his default monotone voice. Maybe none of this is happening right now. If this is a dream, Iā€™m definitely going to make the most of it. I played back the events so far and decided that I was the heroine in all of this mess. I obviously had love interests, and from the looks of it, two of them. Even though Red is otherworldly hot, he just didnā€™t send me sparks. Well, not that many compared to Fate.
Donā€™t get me wrong, I would be either absolutely stupid or psychotic not to fall for Redā€™s looks, but that beside the point. If only I could feel nonchalant about this instead of everything else. Like the pain in the ass voice in my head.
Youā€™re so mean, Chika-chan. From now on, I wonā€™t help you anymore!
I sighed inwardly and mentally slapped myself for mentioning it. Of course itā€™s going to talk back to me. It must have been provoked.
Stop it. Just because you can hear me in your head, doesnā€™t mean Iā€™m not real. You should know what youā€™re doing.
I sighed and tried like heaven and hell to ignore the fact that I have two people hotter than anything Iā€™ve ever seen in my room. Well, in the hotelā€™s living room. But still. The fact is that theyā€™re most likely using my fatherā€™s money.
Then it clicked. Theyā€™re using my fatherā€™s money; my dead fatherā€™s money. They have no right! Heat rolled off of me in waves. My face was back to its emotionless mask. I was their piggy bank. I hardly knew what was going on but I still felt betrayed. My eyes blazed with anger even though the rest of me was placid. I felt so stupid for letting loose my anger and my guard for even a second.
Just then, a door hurriedly opened and closed and footsteps sounded. They were coming towards us in long worried strides. Instinctively, I felt compelled to look but I crushed the need. I would see whoever it was through my peripheral vision. I heard a thump and thought that the person may have crashed into the corner. There was some silence and I decided that he or she was taking in the scene. I felt an eye roll and heard a sigh.
ā€œReally,ā€ sounded the lulling voice that I suspected I only heard in my dreams. It had annoyance in its lulling allure. ā€œI turn my attention away for only a few hours to put down some demons and here you are, all transformed ready toā€“ā€ I looked over at him the same time he did. My jaw dropped.
Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.
Was that Salvage? No. Maybe?
It didnā€™t look like him, but I felt him there somehow. His hair was the same color of Fateā€™s, only with some white specks in it. The white specks looked like stars in the darkest of night skies, and it made him look mature. His eyes had a deep black border, and were a light grey inside. His pupil was the shape of a plus, but not quite. At the ends it was sharp enough that I thought maybe it could cut, and I felt an unceasing cautiousness when his eyes moved slightly. His lips were like Fateā€™s; absolutely perfect. He was more toned than Fate, but damn did it look good. He was wearing no shirt, but had one of those odd necklaces that both Fate and Red had. Only it had white speck in the onyx, which was kind of impossible, I think. But then again, two guys just abracadabra-ed and poof, they made hotter guys then the worldā€™s top male models. Not that I read those sorts of magazines. My mom just left them around for a while and I was bored, so I looked at the pictures, thatā€™s all.
I automatically stopped myself. It felt wrong to let my thoughts stray from him. My eyes traveled from head to toe, and if my eyes were greedy with Fate, they were absolutely gluttonous now. His pants were only haphazardly held up with one black leather belt and an odd chain with ā€˜runesā€™ on them. I lingered on his belt buckle for a while, and then when I realized I was, I blushed and took in his black jeans and grey converse. He seemed more like a man. Oh gosh, why did they look so sexy on him?
It seemed like these boys were dripping with charisma. And sex appeal. That is so wrong.
The voice was the same, if not more alluring. Before it was like a simple melody to put children at ease, but now it was dangerous, and it made my skin crawl. I shivered when it did. When he spoke it made me see a forest, and heā€™s the melody you follow. The one that lureā€™s you to your death. It was somehow pleasurable to hear it. My cheeks heated up as the look in his eyes turned from incredulously to intimate and seductive, and I knew what he was thinking somehow.
I looked away as to not be sucked in to him. Something in me moved when he looked at me. It made me want him to the point I could die. I barely even knew the guy and I was thinking that. What the hell is wrong with me?
Not a moment later, my eyes returned to his. I wanted nothing more than to melt into him; to run my hands all over him, and for him to do the same. I also wanted to slap myself for thinking such embarrassing things. All I can think of to utter is thank the angels they canā€™t read my mind. I already have one pain in the ass that can do that much.
As if on cue, it laughed. Such dirty words for such a pretty girl like you, Chika-chan. Wanna know my name, huh? Wanna, wanna?
I couldnā€™t care less. But youā€™re probably still going to tell me.
It giggled. Yup! Howā€™d you know?
I mentally rolled my eyes. A lucky guess, I suppose.
Well, I guess I donā€™t have a name. Thatā€™s really for you to decide!
I held back the increasing urge to sigh. If I was going to have a voice in my head, why couldnā€™t it be reasonable? Or maybe even a shy one that didnā€™t like talking much? Seriously, is that too much to ask?
I turned my attention away from the happy-go-lucky voice in my head that apparently couldnā€™t shut up. Plus, it still felt wrong to let my thoughts stray from this unbelievably charismatic guy right to the left of me. When I stared, he didnā€™t smirk or smile like the other two had done. A secret message past through his otherworldly eyes to me, and I wished like never before that I could decode it. A knot formed in my stomach, and I decided to try and figure this-whatever the hell ā€˜thisā€™ is-out.
ā€œOkay, start talking. What in the hell is going on? And this doesnā€™t answer my question. Where are my brothers?ā€ in the beginning, my voice was just annoyance. As it traveled to the end, it became laced with poison. I still felt uneasy keeping my eyes away from him. So, when I talked, my body unconsciously leaned towards his.
I looked at Fate and saw that he looked a hell of a lot like Salvage. If the guy who just entered was Salvage; I was still unsure, really. Though they looked enough alike to be twins, only Fate was younger. Like my age younger.
ā€œSal, I know how this looks, and-ā€ the guy who just walked in cut him off (was it really Sal or was it short for Salvage?). Red put his hands up as if already surrendering.
ā€œAnd what? The head mistress is going to have your head for this. We canā€™t lose her because of you two idiots.ā€ His voice was heavy with command, and somehow I was sure it was Salvage. It was like an unsaid confirmation to hear his voice low and as poisonous as I felt.
ā€œYeah yeah, I know. We were just about to explain it to her. She wants to know where her brothers are. Weā€™re simply giving her what she wants. An explanation.ā€ Red lowered his hands to his sides, waiting for Fate to back him up.
ā€œIt seemed we were careless. She was awake when we were talking,ā€ Fate said calmly. He was steady and unflinching. His demeanor only could be described as stone-like. Curiosity poked fun at me, but my face didnā€™t even flinch.
ā€œIā€™m going to say it one more time,ā€ I sighed even more frustrated with not knowing what the hell was happening. Theyā€™re taking forever to explain. ā€œWhat in the hell is going on?ā€
Red and Fate looked
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