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she’d    taken    a    sharp    left    before    he    could    catch    up,    but    thankfully    his    confusion    is    put    to    ease    when    he    hears    sudden    laughter.    no,    not    just    that,    it    was    familiar,    way    too    familiar    for    him    to    ever    forget    and    suddenly  he’s    picking    up    pace    again.    his    heart    begins    to    pound    within    his    chest.    without    hesitation    he’s    turning    that    very    same    corner    to    where    the    commotion    is    coming    from.    was    it    truly    ....    ?    

                          the  campus  was  over  crowded  with  people  finishing  up  their  morning  lecture .    summer  dawned  near ,     trees  doing  little  to  block  the  bright  gleams  from  above ,     though  alexis  walked  down  the  main  pathway  with  little  resistance  to  the  warm  weather.     her  college  friends  by  each  side ,      but  she  can  only  offer  an  ear  during  their  endless  discussions.     they’d  tell  her  to  stop  focusing  on  classes  and  come  with  them  shopping ,     to  at  least  hang  out  now  that  they  had  nothing  on  until  later  in  the  evening ,     but  alexis  was  stubborn ,     more  interested  in  preparing  for  her  next  lesson  then  to  drop  what  she  was  doing  and  go  along  with  them. 

                          eventually  they  bid  her  farewell ,     and  she  can’t  help  but  smile  once  they  departed.    it  was  just  another  day  at  college ,      but  the  odd  sense  of  reminiscing  picked  at  her  mind.    she  thought  back  to  her  previous  conversations  with  syrus ,     after  their  usual  back  and  forth  and  once  she  also  had  the  chance  to  talk  with  zane.    he  seemed  so  thrilled  to  talk  about  the  time  jaden  visited ,     that  they  ended  up  talking  til  late  hours  of  the  night.    it  had  been  a  few  months  since  anyone  had  gotten  word  from  him ,     but  that  wasn’t  all  surprising  either. 

                          with  each  step  she  gets  closer  to  the  entrance  of  the  college ,     intending  to  find  a  cafe  to  both  study  in  and  get  some  lunch ,    but  what  awaits  her  is  something  different.    something  unexpected.    she’s  gazing  upon  that  familiar  red  jacket  and  for  a  moment  she  has  to  make  sure  she’s  not  imagining  it.    but  as  she  gets  closer ,     his  puffy  brown  hair  sticks  out  like  a  sore  thumb ,     his  confused  yet  curious  expression  nostalgic  to  the  eye.

he could feel it coming,  most days.  he may not be as  proficient  at masquerading his emotions as he’d like to be,  but he’d rehearsed this so carefully   &   so  many  times that it became ingrained in him,  like second nature.  it’s obviously not  often  (  at least,  not as much as it  used to be  )  that he gets like this   —   he’s grown so much,  been through  so much  to the point that this should be water under the bridge,  a scar long since healed   &   forgotten in his journey.  and it  is  those things,  most days.  

but  not  today.  

all it takes is the  smallest  reminder to rip the wound open again,  for years of repressed pain to come crashing down all at once,  pushing him back down just as he started to find his footing   &   stand  confidently  on his own.  someone had once told him that healing is not linear,  that he’ll have highs   &   lows as long as he’s alive,  and that’s just the way it is.  but why does he have to get  this  low?  why now,  when all he wants is to close this chapter of his life   &   be at  peace  with himself?  is it asking for  too much?  hadn’t he  earned  it yet?

jun had somewhat  mechanically  accepted a while ago,  now,  that his family would never understand his dreams.  he had no  choice  but to accept that.  but there’s part of him still holding out hope that they’ll  at least  support him,  and support him  unconditionally.  something in his heart vehemently  refuses  to abandon what his brain knows is a bit too close to a  fairytale  for both logic’s   &   comfort’s sake,  but he can’t help but want,  crave  their love   &   acceptance    —   their   grace.  aren’t they meant to be the people he can turn to for warmth when the  cold reality  of life hits him too hard?  shouldn’t they know him best,  and encourage him,  even through his many,  many faults?   he isn’t  sound  enough to be so candid with himself on the matter,  quite yet,  but he knows that they had never been those things.  he had  never  known that kind of love.  they  are  the cold reality of life.  but the inklings of  warmth  he gets from them every dazzling  blue moon  are cruel enough to make him hope,  still,  that things will change one day.

had he not  overestimated  his ability to keep it together,  he’d have fled to the woods after classes   &   handled his emotional distress there,  where no one could see him.  but it’s too late for that,  now    —   thus,  he’s huddled up on his bed in his dorm,  fighting to keep the  braces  of his composure intact,  not wanting to break down in front of  himself,  even.  but he’s already started to cry,  his shoulders   &   hands are shaking   &   there’s nothing he can do to stop it   —   his body is  punishing  him for holding these feelings in for too long,  the harmony between his spirit   &   form shattered like broken trust.  

and just as a few minutes of violent yet quiet  sobs  render him unstable,  he hears someone coming near,  then coming  in.  gods,  no,  not now.  he knows the weight   &   speed of those footsteps by this point,  and they are those of perhaps the  last  person in the world he would ever want to see him this way.  his vision is too blurry due to the tears,  but he manages to wipe them away in the spare seconds before he comes face-to-face with the other,  tucking his now-wet hands beneath the comforter.  still,  he can’t necessarily erase the redness beneath his eyes,  or the rawness of his voice,  but he’ll be  damned  if he doesn’t try.

“ that,  my  dear  jaden,  is  your  punishment  for  being  so  dense.  I  was  seriously  routing  for  you,  you  know  that?  I  guess  the  ladies  like  the  guys  that  are  honest,  but  hard  to  get   ━━━━  still,  i  can’t  forgive  such  cold  shoulder  manner,  when  it’s  towards  my  little  sis.  it’s  a  brothers  duty  to  watch  her  back,  after  all. ”

the  first  few  times  were  more  then  your  average  wake  up  call,  but  over  the  years  these  circumstances  happened  as  casually  as  eating  breakfast.  if  other  students  were  to  wonder  why  the  slifers  all  seemed  so  close,  it  was  really  because  of  awkward  situations  like  this.

sam  sighs  to  herself,  pressing  a  hand  against  her  forehead  before  turning  the  tap  off.  the  steam,  at  least,  helped  to  keep  her  covered,  even  if  jaden  had  quickly  shut  the  door  the  moment  he’d  entered,                   “ since  you’re  already  here,  can  you  at  least  throw  me  the  towel  beside  the  door. ”                    it  was  the  least  he  could  do  for  barging  in  on  her ... again.  

meme . accepting .

“ maybe.  but  i  don’t  recommend  trying  it,  for  your  own  sake. ”                     an  underlying  threat  is  still  a  threat,  regardless  of  his  humoured  tone  &  amused  smile.  axel  wasn’t  the  touchy  type,  though,  that  boundary  didn’t  seem  to  matter  around  the  folks  at  duel  academy.                     “ it’s  no  question,  whether  or  not  i  can  pick  you  up  though.  right,  jaden.  so  just  remember  that. ”  

@kuriibro​::     ❝ Slap! lets face it he probably doesn’t brush his teeth ❞  

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❝    S    L    A    C    K    E    R.    ❞        he    growls    through    gritted    teeth    as    his  cheek    begins    to    pulse    in    pain,    eyes    twitching    in    their    closed    state    as  anger    surely    draws    on    overload.    what    was    everyone's    deal    ?!    they    should  all    be    thankful    he    went    through    with    these    games,    he    was    The    Chazz  after    all,    and    receiving    a    kiss    from    him    was    a    once    in    a    life    time  opportunity    they    were    taking    for    granted━━━     argh    !    that    wasn’t    the    point.  he    didn’t    even    want    to    kiss    this    slifer    dork    !    it    was    the    game’s    fault,  obviously.    rejection    couldn’t    hurt    him,    his    coat    was    gucci.