Yesterday's News

[M A T R I X]

Mitsuki''

I turned my collar up toward the sky as the rain pelted down. What a great day to forget my jacket at home! I groaned inside my head. Then I spotted The Black Bean, the coffee shop on my side of town. Picking up my pace, I darted under the cover of teh nearby store, and then walking on the patio, crossed and opened the door to The Black Bean. Just as I walked in a friendly jingle came in from the doorway. The jingle I had heard since I was six years old and coming here with Mrs. Harden to get some cupcakes. Back then the little bell had just been brand new, and it sparkled in the artificial light. But now that I was older, it had gotten rusty, the golden paint had worn off, but it still remained to sound the same. Familiar smells hit my nose, and I paused to sniff the aromas gently. Making sure no one was around, I flipped out a penny, actually two. I had put a thin layer of glue on them, and taken a hammer to them, making a perfect quarter, most of the time. Slipping it into the Newspaper slot, I opened up the door at the familiar click. A newspaper for two pennies. What a deal.
Walking over to the table area, I took a seat, flipped out the newspaper, and began to fill myself in on this weeks sports scores, and how our governor was ruining the economy.

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There wasn't much to do now that she had carried out her life's work. Her lips curled back in a smirk as she kicked at a rock on the sidewalk into the street; the twenty-one year old could be rather childish at times. Owl senses were on the fritz, and she paused as she walked past the coffee shop. There was something underneath the scent of the coffee smell; something that smelt like burnt tiger. She smirked, and looked in the window. Sure enough, there was the boy she had seen standing over her darling little sisters lifeless body. She took a deep breath and put on a smile, flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking inside looking mysterious.
She walked over to the counter, making sure her jeans slid down just enough to reveal the bloody butterfly tatoo she had gotten in some greasy little tatoo shop. The boy behind the counter was blushing, trying his best not to look down her shirt as he poured the coffee. He handed it to her, and she blew him a kiss. He said it was on the house when she leaned against the counter and started rummaging through her purse to find the change. She smiled innocently and batted her eyes, then turned her fowl head around and looked around, standing up, as if looking for somewhere to sit; but her eyes never left his area, waiting for him to wave her over. She'd at least give him that courtesy.

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[M A T R I X]

I raised my eyebrows as a familiar scent hit my nose. I may be in human form, but my tiger senses were still here. Something I had smelled before, that brought back bad memories... But it just didn't trigger. Finally my eyes flickered off of the B2 page and I spotted Angel slipping down her jeans and batting her eyes at the young employee, who aparently didn't know he had just been used. My mind wanted to scream out, No! Don't let her do that to you! Send her out or at least make her pay double! But I couldn't utter a word. I flipped the newspaper back up, trying to find the place I had left off, trying to ignore her presence. It was useless, I knew she had spotted me from the window. All I had now was fate.
Sighing, I threw the paper aside and looked in her general direction, trying to make eye contact. When I finally did, I raised my eyebrows and nodded my head to the empty seat in front of me, knowing she would take it. Only women with children that were stressed out liked coffee, and if girls ordered it, a ton of cream and sugar and milk and who knows what would be poured into it until, as in science class, the coffee was no longer coffee and had been mixed and stirred so much that the atoms had broken apart and formed a new substance. That was why I never added sugar to his coffee. For all I knew, the chemicals that had been mixed could burn up my stomach and start digesting my body like some sort of freak acid.
Anyways, I waited for her to set her prima donna butt down on the seat in front of me and batt her little eyelids like she was the prettiest thing on the planet, and I really wasn't going to argue the point there, to tell you the truth.

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The damage was done, she had seen the flash in his eyes of recognition; of hope and merriment. Now, she just had to maintain her composure, keep him interested by being a little prudish today...he seemed to like girls like that anyway, the ones that let him do all the work. She smiled to him, and set her drink on the counter while she tied up her hair and pulled down her shirt to show no midriff. She picked up her drink and proceeded to the table.
"Hey there, stranger. How's life been treating you?"
She tried to act smooth, act cool and collected as if this was no big deal, as if this was just a game, but somehow this time it wasn't. Something seemed to draw her eyes to this spot, something seemed to compel her to do whatever it is was necessary to get him to like her. Perhaps she was finally feeling the urge...to belong somewhere? She slid into the booth across from him, smiling weakly at him as she sipped the coffee and waited for his answer.

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[M A T R I X]

I narrowed my eyes as she sat and asked me that question. I wanted to snap back, 'What's it to you!' and tear her to pieces, but I couldn't, at least, not here. Raising my eyebrows, I shot back a question of my own,
"I've been well enough. Why are you here, don't you have someone else to go stalk?"
Taking a long swig from my coffee, I licked my lips and turned my gaze past her to across the street. People were flicking into JC Penny, the Christmas sale almost expired. I sighed and fixed my eyes on the angel in front of me, a glare of anger in my eyes.

-srry for the shortness but im out of muse-

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She could not bring herself to look into his eyes, knowing after his harsh words what emotion they would hold. She did not know what to do. Once upon a time, she felt like she had found someone who connected with her, and now he seemed ready to kill her. She did not drink from her coffee, she just stared into it's dark depths, searching for the answers. Though she found none, she looked back up to him and sighed as she saw the anger in his eyes.
"The people I did stalk I killed a year ago. If I was going to stalk someone, don't you think it would be someone with a little more to them then angry angsty emo goth boy who I just happen to keep running into?"
She growled under her breath, a sound that was lessened by the fact that her shift was not something that growled. She stared at him for a moment longer, and sighed again, taking another sip from her coffee before she stood and reached down into her pocket to pull out a grimmy five dollar bill that she laid down on the table with a wayward glance toward the counter, feeling the need to repent. She did not look back at him as a soft voice came from her, sounding nothing like herself from before.
"If you want me to leave, then I guess I'll just go. I have better things to do then chase down a hare when the tortoise keeps tripping me."
She looked back to him, blond locks flipping over her shoulder as she smiled weakly. There was something softer in her eyes, now that she wasn't around any of her relatives.

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