Chisa
In a dark, locked room. On the 7th floor of an abandoned, dirty, apartment building, a young male sat. with with bright sun blonde hair, that was short and messy. There was some dirt in his hair, and dirt over his skin and tattered clothes. He had bruises, and was even bleeding a little. His wrists were bruised, even a little bloody tied behind his back, and his knees were to his chest, his forehead leaning against them. There was no light in the room. Nothing could be seen. Nothing… except for the light being faintly emitted from the boy’s eyes behind his legs. That and the light faintly falling from nowhere. It resembled snow, and seemed to burn the floor, even go right through it. It was done. One light snowflake fell, drifting slowly down past something round, and pink, that was floating in the room. A bubble. A hand reached up, grabbing it gently before it slowly shrunk into the hand, as they disappeared into the shadows of the room, the light snowflake going out with a hiss. The boy’s head lifted as a hand slid onto his face, pulling upward. The boy looked up at the female who had lifted his face. His mouth was shut into a line, the corners pointed downward, with thick black stitches criss crossing randomly over them, forcing his lips tightly shut. His eyes were empty as they looked up at the girl. Or so they seemed to be. The corners of his mouth pulled themselves up a little, his eyes remaining blank, but the back of them seemed to almost swirl. The girl”s hand slid off the boy’s chin and she reached down, her arms wrapping around him to the binds on his hands, a knife slipping out of her sleeve, cutting them away, his hands falling to his sides, not used to being next to him. Especially not after being tied behind him for so very very long.The girl was smiling softly, her hands running back to his shoulders. She looked right into his eyes, one hand going back to his chin, the other reaching to one of his hands at his sides. Her fingers met his, intertwining between his and locking down, pulling it towards her, before lifting his chin and gently pulling him to his feet gently. He stumbles, having not stood for a very long time, and having barely enough food in his system to function, but she catches him. The boy falling into her. She smiles, her hand moving up to run through his hair behind his head, her arm under his shoulder. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, his hand weakly reaching up and resting on the back of her shoulder(blade)./ shoulder. His mouth turned up a bit further, his knees buckled, as her hand runs through his hair, the other still intertwined with his fingers, which hadn't quite folded themselves. After a moment the female, Chisa, moved her hand from his head, pulling him up instead, until he was standing, with her supporting him. She smiled, moving his hand to her side, and then placing her other hand on his shoulder. She smiled, before taking the lead step. It was the waltz.as she smiles, she opens her mouth,
“Laaaaa la laa la- lalalalala la la~~” She was humming Dmitri Shostakovich’s The Second Waltz.
She lead the dance around the small confines off the dirty dark room. But as she lead the dance, the snow-looking light dots- The Light Snow, continued to fall around them slowly. Any other time, with any other circumstances, it would look beautiful. But currently the light snow continued to burn the wooden planked floor as it touched it. What could be now seen with this light snow falling around them as they danced in this closed off room, was the tattered old bed on one side of the room. The sheets dirty, with holes in them. And a stain on their once white covers. A baby’s old crib in one corner, dirty and scuffed with broken wooden bars, a dirty blanket laying in a lump on the small holed mattress. And a small dirty mobile hanging over the crib. A toy was missing from it, the smiling cat had been broken in half, and sleepy moon’s smile had been mostly rubbed off, and was hidden under dirt. On the floor was a stuffed bear which seemed to have tears on all it’s limbs, stuffing popping out of all of them, and a rusty old nail holding the sad brown bear to the floor boards. And in another corner was a pile of toys, mostly discarded, broken, and destroyed. Some having burn marks, some torn apart, some just dirty and unwanted. In the other corner lie the half open closet, were some tattered ant holed clothes hung, some on the floor, and other miscellaneous toys lie, like a cracked baseball bat. And, the boy’s face with his glowing eyes. His mouth had formed a large and full smile, his mouth somewhat open, pulling at the black stitches on them, blood slowly seeping out of the holes in his lips, trickling down his lips, into his mouth, and some down his chin. And yet he continued to smile. His glowing eyes swirling, their backs getting darker as they danced, Chisa humming the song, and the boy soon taking the lead. Chisa beamed as he did so, her hand drifting to his face as they danced,
“Yes, that’s perfect Akihiko” She says with a smile,
“I Thought you might be able to dance, So color me impressed” she purrs. The boy, Akihiko continued to smile, as for currently he still couldn’t speak, instead, he pulled her closer as they danced around the room, his dirty bare feet not even noticing when they picked up more splinters, and stepped on hot bits of wood where his light snow had burned through them. They spun with him leading her around the room,
“You know we should really do something about that mouth of yours.” She adds with a smile as they dance the waltz, leaning closer to his face, licking the blood that was trickling out of his stitches.
“Although I must say that blood looks very nice on you.” She adds with a sly smile, her hand reaching up around him and reaching the back of his head, her fingers instantly digging into his head as she also pushes his lower and closer to her.
“I bet you and I could have a lot of fun together. Don’t you?” she asks with a smile, after all, 26thed time's the charm.
And clearly her bubbles had already done their job, since he had responded to her dance request. That and He was actually somehow still on his feet, and using his quirk for that matter. Akihiko just continued to smile in response, looking her in the eye with his own glowing eyes, which were most definitely the same as hers. So, instead of speaking, since he couldn’t, he wrapped his arms around her, they were no longer dancing by now, Burying his head in her shoulder again, as he did do, by coincidence, his legs finally gave out. Chisa smiled, her arms going around him,
“Alright alright, Well, I can’t have a partner friend who can’t stand, so let's get you some food.” As she says this, she lifts him as best she can, before trying to drag him towards the door. “It Would help if you did most of the grabbing, so I can focus on the dragging and creating a path.” She huffs as she tries to open the door into the desolate hallway.
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Everything was falling together. She had her player 2. And that was all she needed. Screw having a player 3 or 4, those dimwits had failed her. She looked over at Akihiko. She had taken him back to one of her many apartments (that she had stolen), and was currently getting him all spruced up. She had helped his take a bath (due to him being weakened from being almost starved. And now she was helping him get a cool new outfit. He liked the plaid shirt in the closet. And- he seemed to be mimicking her sense of fashion. Awwwwwww so cuuute. Like a little baby duckling! Yes…. This was going well.
“You can stay here in this apartment, I’ll make sure to check up on you frequently.” She says,
“You can leave, but keep a low profile, you know what will happen if you don’t.” she adds.
“You have my number in the phone on the desk, and the fridge is stocked, I will always be nearby!” She grins. He looked a bit sad,
“Aww don’t worry. I’ll be back in a little bit, and if you get really lonely, just call me.” she smiles.
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