The imperfection called Love (Axel) ~Semi-Blitz~

[Tom]

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I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

The War. The War between the Morenos and the street rats has been going on for a very long time. Remo had opted to stay out of it now. He originally was on the Moreno side, but now he saw it as a waste of time. Sure the damn street rats lost their leader, but in the end it didn't even matter. There would be no winner, it would just end up in chaos. He should have left. Left like Ella Dahl-Moreno. Like Question. But Remo couldn't do it. This family gave him a second chance to be happy, but it was crumbling on its own. He had to get away. Away from the fighting. The rude comments. The cheating. The efforts to nothingness.

Remo had no where to go. He just marched through the streets with his guitar case in hand and his bag of clothes in his other. Remo marched up to the house. The house that she lived in. He needed somewhere to stay and the only place he knew of was either Lou's or her's. The reason he choose her place is still unsolvable to him. They weren't on good terms, but he hoped she would at least let him stay there. She wasn't heartless, right?

Remo marched straight to the door. He took a deep breathe as he stood in the front of the door. He closed his eyes and the memories of her yelling and him yelling floating back in his head. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Remo's shaky hand moved to the door and he knocked swiftly from the nervousness of asking if he could stay there for a bit. I rock back and forth on my feet as I stand there in front of this wooden door that lead to her. The scuttling of feet across the floor and the opening of a door caught Remo's attention.

The door opened to her. Annastasia Glory. One of his kind of friends, but more of a enemy in a way. Remo couldn't exactly tell anyone how he felt about her. He hated her, but also was interested in how she acted. He just knew she had to have a flaw somewhere. He just stood there staring at her for a minute, catching the sight of someone familiar. He missed talking to people. He really did. There was no one to talk to at the Moreno house, unless getting annoyed by Dante counts? Remo finally got the courage to speak to her in a quiet tone. "Sorry about being here so late at night..." Hi voice trailing off in such a sad way. Remo leaned from right to left as he tried catching the words he needed. "I know we didn't start on the best of ways, but I need a big favor. I need a place to stay. C-Can I stay here, Please? I promise it will only be for a night. But please? I really need a place to stay."

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know

[Anna Banana]

The "war" was as good as over now, the stupid leader of the street rats had been detained and that left a gaping hole in their leadership. Considering that everyone else in that group aside from me was an idiot it made sense, which is why I had jumped ship early, and left before the Peacekeepers could get me. No sense in letting myself take the fall for something I wasn't really involved in, and to be honest I had been a double agent anyways, secretly working for the Morenos. So yeah, anyways, the war was over and that meant I was back to my normal schedule of strutting around the district and continuing to show off at the training facilities. Two of my favorite pastimes, and yet they were losing some of their magic, I'm pretty sure people were getting tired of me, which once upon a time I thought was impossible.

I did have one friend though, Lou, that I had made around the start of the war. Oh and I couldn't forget him, this strange boy from the Morenos that I had met not that long ago. We didn't mesh though, so to call us friends...I'd probably laugh at you and spit in your face. I had firmly believed I'd never see him again after our brief encounters with each other, and that was just fine with me. After returning home from training I was focused on having a night just for me, I would just let it all out and do everything I loved to do, and to start it all off I'd dress in my casual clother. A tight fitting tank top, and a pair of sleeping shorts would do it, one of my favorite "at home" outfits, and to top it all off I'd eat my favorite dessert...chocolate. I had a piece only centimeters from my face when I heard a soft knock on the door. Irritably I tossed the chocolates onto the table infront of the couch and walked to the door, throwing it open angrily.

The sight I saw almost made me close the door immediately, because the person standing there was none other then Remo Moreno. For a moment I just stood there and stared at him trying to register the fact that it was actually him. Sadly when he spoke it proved to me he was infact real, and it also snapped me out of my daze making me realize I was basically half dressed. I stood in the door way blushing, half from irritation the other half embarrassment, as he explained his issue to me. I had no time for this though, I was standing in a bright doorway, half dressed, talking to a boy in the middle of the night, I was gossip bait. Grabbing his arm I pulled him inside and slammed the door shut behind him, giving him my best death glare. "You're an idiot did you know that...what the hell were you thinking coming here?"

What possessed you to come to MY house this late at night, didn't you know that I live alone now? Can you imagine what people are going to say about this...if anyone saw me out there like that with you...you're dead." Throwing myself onto the couch I pulled a blanket over me so he wouldn't see me dressed like that, and began to nervously stuff chocolates into my face. Why was he here of all places, how come he didn't go to one of his guy friends houses, or even going to Lou's would have been better, what the hell was wrong with him? I guess there went my quiet night alone, people could NOT see a boy leaving my house at this time of night.

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[Tom]

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I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Bullshit. Remo was told when girls said one thing that was bad to a male, it had to be true. Annastasia said something bad about him, but she was a lie herself, she had no reputation to uphold. No one liked her because of her snarky and stupid attitude. Remo was then pulled into the house very quickly because her reputation was on the line. Remo had stood there awkwardly watching her.

The clothes Annastasia was wearing was different to him. This was like him having an eye opener. She had been wearing a tight tank top and a pair of shorts that looks like she slept in. Remo had never been interested in this girl until, well, now. Something seemed weird inside of him, all that was different was her appearance, but now she looked natural and that's what Remo liked in people. He didn't like the fake girls with all the makeup or the girls that wear clothes that make them look like, well, a whore. Remo was falling for this selfish and annoying girl and it is definitely scaring him as the time continues to pass.

Remo watched as the Annoying and selfish beauty covered herself under the blanket. The anger within was coursing throughout his body. Why was he angry? Remo didn't even know. Maybe it was the blanket and how he wanted to rip it off and just admire her flawless body and natural skin. Remo moved towards her, ignoring her every complaint. He sat by her and pulled out his guitar to strum for no reason. That's until the nonexistent tension between the two appeared, well, for Remo at least.

Remo's voice was hoarse and he was nervous now for some reason. He talked really fast for some reason. "Errr..... Sorry! I know I am stupid, hell I have always been stupid. I mean I got whipped once, but anyways. I...I... I left the Morenos. Now I am poor as fuck. And you were just the closest person that lived nearish. I was just hoping I could stay here..." Remo took a deep breath and sighed. He stood up and began pacing around the house already. His gut was telling him to do something, but his head was telling him no. He looked over at Annastasia and made up his mind right away.

He paced back and forth in front of Annastasia. The voice from his lips was quiet, but loud enough for her to hear him. "Ok... I know you hate me and all, but right now I think you look beautiful. The way your face doesn't have any make up on and I can see you naturally and not in those clothes that are really expensive. I think you are really beautiful. So, I'm sorry! Sorry for all the bullshit I said! I really am not rude, but you just remind me of someone who caused all this pain I have now. That cuased me to lose my family in general, well most of them... So I am sorry."

Remo moved down to sit next to her again. He sighed again. He looked to the side of him and looked at her and frowned. He said in a sad and tired voice some of the words that needed to be said. "I'm sorry ok. I'm sorry for all the bullshit I did. I just can't let myself get hurt again.... by someone.... someone as beautiful as you because my heart gets broken. Broken so much."

The shy tears that fluttered down his face showed that he meant it. He had liked the girl before, but he held himself back and was rude. He can't get hurt again. His feet made him stand and he grabbed his guitar and clothes and spoke in a speedy and embaressed voice, "I-I-I s-should go!" With that, Remo opened the door and marched to the front yard leaving the beautiful girl sitting in the house on that cruddy couch being the beautiful saint that she was. Remo looked back at the house he left and sighed in content as he turned to leave.

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know

[Anna Banana]

I kept nervously eating the chocolates, a muddle of feelings all screaming in my mind, screaming to be let out...to be said. I couldn't do it though, I sat there feeling petrified at the thought that a boy was in my house. I mean I shouldn't have minded though, I should have enjoyed it, wasn't it something I had always wanted, to have a boy wander into my home? Of couse when I had those fantasies the last person I thought would wander in here was Remo, infact it had been anyone BUT Remo. So why was it that I found it to be slightly...endearing...sort of like I was a little...pleased that he had chosen my house over everyone else. I shouldn't be thinking that though...should I...he was barely even a friend, I'd go so far as to say I hated him.

Then he did the unthinkable, he sat down beside my on the couch, and I instantly felt my body go rigid in panic. He was sitting next to me...Remo was sitting next to me...it shouldn't matter to me that he was but it did. I suddenly felt very light headed and unsure of myself, barely daring to look directly at a boy I had hated not three minutes ago. Of course next he had to take out his damn guitar and strum it, only adding to the mix of feelings boiling up inside me. Then he suddenly stopped stumming and spoke at such a rapid rate I found it difficult to keep up with him. Explaining his situation about leaving the Morenos, being poor as fuck, and just going to the place that was...nearish to him. I still found it hard to believe that my house was the closes as he said, but my mind quickly dismissed it, my pride telling me that he had wanted to see me.

That didn't make any sense either though, as far as our last conversation it had been very clear he hated me, so why...why was he here...why was he so close to me? Better questions, why was my breathing coming in short gasps, why did my heart flutter when he looked at me, why did I suddenly care what this boy thought? Suddenly he got up from the couch and began pacing infront of me, making it even more difficult to keep my eyes off oh him, off of the muscles and strong features I had failed to notice previously. Apparently he wasn't finished talking though, his voice, so quiet and yet loud enough for me to hear, began to explain further. As he explained though I felt my jaw dropping, whether from shock or maybe even embarrassment I wasn't sure though. But it didn't make sense that he was apologizing though, I mean he had lost his family because of some girl, so why would he apologize to me. If anything I should apologize to him, even if I wasn't THAT girl, I still somehow felt responsible for his outburst and his pain.

I couldn't believe that I even thought that though, I was Annastasia Glory, I was a bitch I had no feelings, especially for someone I hated. When he sat down again though I felt this urge, an urge I barely even knew I could feel, to comfort him to tell him I would never hurt him to tell him...everything would be okay. I almost gagged as the struggle within me continued, the bitch fighting a part of me that was more human, part of me that I thought I had locked away so many years ago. He didn't give me the time to even think about comforting him though, he spoke again in a broken voice as if suddenly feeling defeated and broken. I watched in panic as a few soft tears ran down his cheeks, and another feeling tore through my heart...compassion.

He grabbed the few belongings he had brought with him and said in a voice of sorrow and embarrassment, words that seemed to cute deep into me like a knife...he was leaving. It shouldn't have bothered me like it did, and it didn't even bother me anymore that anyone might see him. Suddenly it was all about him...for once in my life not a single selfish thought went through my mind as I watched him run back out through the door and into the night. For a few seconds I was stunned into silence and unable to move. It wore off quickly though, and I found myself throwing the blanket off of me, throwing the door open and following him into the night. I could barely make out his form, the darkness around us making me almost blind after the light from my house, but I reached him and grabbed his hand.

I tugged on his hand, turning him around, and led him back to my house without so much as a word to him explaining why. It would have been too difficult to explain anyways because I couldn't make any sense of it either, I had no idea why the ice on my heart suddenly melted away for him. I led him back through my still open door and closed it behind both of us, making sure he saw me lock it, hoping that he was able to tell it was me telling him he could stay. I didn't trust myself to talk yet, chances are if I had made any attempt to speak it would sound more like childish jibberish, something I was prone to when I...when I was panicked. I just kept my mouth shut and led him back to the couch, pushing him down into it, and then taking a seat myself.

I grabbed the blanket again but I didn't pull it over myself again, instead I began to twist and twirl the fabric in my hands nervously, trying to get a grip on my feelings. I popped another chocolate into my mouth and chewed it slowly, feeling my some of my panic ease away as the chocolate slid down my throat. "I...ummm...I want you to stay Remo...I want...you can stay here if you want Remo, I didn't mean to be...rude." I inched a little closer to him and reached tentatively for his hand, but pulled it back quickly onto my lap, a blush creeping onto my face. "I'm sorry about your loss Remo...I didn't know...I mean I never asked, but then again I never ask about other people...I'm sorry."

This time before I could think anything through I felt myself close the distance between us, and my small shaking hand closed around his calloused fingers. Even more appaling to my already reeling mind was my head now resting on his shoulder, the burn on that side of my face seeming to burn anew as it rested against him. Everything in my body screamed to tear myself away from him, my mind screaching in agony, but my heart...my stupid heart...didn't want to pull away. I rubbed my thumb gently over the back of his hand, slowly becoming unaware of anything else around me. I felt so torn, so confused, my mind was telling me one thing while my heart told me another. I was Annastasia Glory, I was a terrible person, I was a monster...but this...it felt like me also...it felt...different...but good.

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((OOC: This is so not a blitz post I'm sorry, I had a lot of muse xD))

[Tom]

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I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Love. It comes in many ways, good or bad. Sometimes love hits people in the weirdest ways. People love others who are usually like them, but then there is times when they are complete opposites and it hits them at the weirdest of times. Remo had one of these moments as he was walking away from the house. He was falling for her. He was falling for Annastasia Glory. That's when a hand pulled him back towards the house. It was soft and calm and he felt something that resembled electricity.

He turned to see it was Annastasia Glory who was dragging him to the house. Once they were inside, she locked it. That means he could stay there, but truly he was scared. Scared that he would show his feelings for her and he knew that she hated him. She hated him with from the bottom of her heart. The question was, if someone hated you so much, then why are they letting you stay in their house? Remo had no clue what the answer to this was.

Then he was being tugged away and was thrown onto the couch. Then Annastasia sat down next to him nervously fidgeting her fingers on the blanket. She pushed a chocolate into her mouth and chewed slowly. Oh so slowly. Remo bit the inside of his cheek nervously. That's when her voice rang in his ear. "I...ummm...I want you to stay Remo...I want...you can stay here if you want Remo, I didn't mean to be...rude." Remo was a bit shocked. She was being sorry for being rude, when he obviously deserved it. He was about to say something, when she spoke again.

"I'm sorry about your loss Remo...I didn't know...I mean I never asked, but then again I never ask about other people...I'm sorry." Remo was shocked, she should not be saying sorry for his loss. It wasn't her fault, it was the evil ex's fault. Remo then watched as she wrapped her hand around his worn out hands. His face burned from it. Remo truly was a bit shy about his feeling for anyone. The electricity was there again for him. His hand was on fire. Then he felt her head touch his shoulder making his shoulder light on fire. Then the thumb stroking just made his body ooze into her touch. He was relaxed and calm now.

Remo smiled at this. This was a fantasy to him now. He definitely knew that he loved Annastasia Glory. Remo never has felt love, but maybe,maybe this was love. Remo's voice was quiet again as he spoke, but it was mainly from nervousness. "I-Its not your fault my family passed... It's not your fault at all... Annastasia.... There is something I have to tell you... Remo got up and let go of her hand, dropping his to his side. his voice got confidence as he spoke. "I-I only hated you when we first meet because I had... well I had some feelings of some sort for you and I couldn't tell if they were bad or good and so I took them as bad and that's why I messed with you.. I am sorry for being rude... and now... now I know the true feelings.... They are good... and Yeah..." Remo sat back down on the couch and grabbed her hand softly and let go. He moved his hands to strumming the guitar. The guitar that he uses to express his feeling, but this time, nothing could express his feelings. He was in love... in love with Annastasia Glory. The only thing is, he doesn't know how to tell her.

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know

[Anna Banana]

Something about this felt so right, like I belonged here with Remo, but in the back of my mind I felt like I didn't know myself anymore. Why was I doing this, why did I suddenly have feelings for a boy I had told myself I hated? Had I always had feelings for him and hated him because I couldn't understand what I felt? Right now I felt like I loved Remo, I felt like if he were to leave right now it might break my heart. Something about leaning against him, just simply knowing he was there made me feel at ease. My mother had warned me about such things though, jumping into a relationship and trusting your feelings like that. What if I didn't really love Remo, what if this was all a trick, something my heart longed for and Remo just happened to be the first person to walk through my door? Of course when I say 'walk through my door' I didn't think it would be literally. Remo just walked right up to my door and asked to stay with me, which in and of itself felt strange, to have a boy in the house...alone with me.

I'd have given anything to be left alone with a boy at my old house, but my parents wouldn't have it. They said I wasn't to be trusted alone with a boy at my 'hormone crazed age'. Maybe that would account for my hesitation to let him into the house with me? To bad I didn't have time to think more about my own emotional problems. I heard the soft, gently voice of Remo, and I immediately snapped to attention, all of my attention hanging on every word he said. Unfortunately for me he got up while he was talking, and that warmth that I had been feeling comfort in had disappeared. He began to explain to me how he was feeling...his feelings...how it wasn't my fault that his family past. It was all stuff I knew, I knew it wasn't my fault, but something in me told me I needed to be sorry. I'd always been terrible at saying sorry, but saying it to Remo seemed easy...or at least easier. To be honest I had no idea why I had said sorry, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

His words were coming faster though, so fast that I could barely register exactly what he was saying. I got parts of it and pieced together what I could from that, and from what I could tell it was all about his feelings...for...me. It was about how the feelings he had for me were good, and when I heard him say it I felt a small chill run down my spine. So I wasn't the only one who tried to hide my feelings behind a mask of hatred and loathing? It was hard to make sense of anything that was going on, it all seemed to be spiraling out of control so quickly. I no longer felt in control of the situation...not that I had in the first place...but it was worse now, I felt completely lost. When he sat down again beside me and took my hand I felt that electric shock course through me again, a feeling I had become familiar with tonight, but his hand quickly left to begin strumming his guitar.

The sweet, sweet sounds that came from his guitar, it was a sound I could listen to forever. I felt myself getting lost in that peaceful sound, my mind growing blurry, with not a single thought making sense to me anymore. Could I really be in love with Remo Moreno? It just seemed so...unreal...like a fantastic dream or something out of one of those cheesy romance novels you came across. I couldn't seriously be in love with him, I had barely known him for more than a few hours in my life at best. Albeit they were productive hours, filled with our attempts to out do each other with insults and venomous looks, or even how much we hated each other. What had suddenly changed between us? What had suddenly brought about this drastic change in both of us?

I would be lying to say I wasn't afraid and confused by it all, not to mention the feelings I was feeling felt so foreign to me. I wasn't used to caring for anyone but myself. I had lived a life of selfishness and self indulgence, I wasn't used to feeling any form of affection, I barely even loved my own parents. I'd go so far as to say I didn't love them at all...they were just...there. I risked a glance at him as he was strumming the guitar and immediately felt a blush rise to my cheeks. Would I always be like this now that he had made his confession to me? I drew my legs up to my chest and rested my head on my knees, trying ot get a grasp on my emotions so I could put together a coherent statement. Turns out it was harder to do than I thought, all I could manage to put together was that Remo had feelings for me, and I was pretty sure I had feelings for him.

"Remo...I...I'm flattered that you have feelings for me. It's strange to think anyone could love me, especially considering I never stopped to love anyone or care about anyone elses feelings. You're different though, I keep trying to bury my feelings in my heart and pretend they're not there...I think...Remo...I think I might have feelings for you. It just doesn't make any sense to me right now...nothing makes sense...how can I have feelings for someone I'm pretty sure I hated not a few hours ago." I looked over at him again and smiled shyly...that's a first...I'm not shy by any stretch of the imagination hoping that he could sense that I loved him...without having to say it. It was bad enough that I was feeling it, if he made me say it...well he could forget about that right now.

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