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Azurite: Worth

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Azurite

Two: Worth


Seto and I stood at the gate of my house at the mercy of the downpour. It was only around 5:30 or so but the dark sky gave it the appearance of night. I had noticed Seto shivering and had asked again if he wished to stay at the guest house. His response was the same as the last, simply stating that he "wouldn't like that". At the time I couldn't fathom how he could prefer to sleep under a bridge during a storm rather than staying on my property. It kind of offended me, but I kept this to myself. By this point I figured that we were more-or-less friends, and based on Miho and Tea's relationship, friends don't discuss how much the other pisses them off (this belief did not last long for me).

The strong wind was starting to actually shake the heavy steel gate, as well as occasionally blowing my skirt up (good thing I wear leggings under the all-too-short skirt). I held my black water-proof bookbag over my head while Seto had to keep a firm grip of his hood to keep it from flying off. With my eyes just barely open and the dark atmosphere not helping at all, I could barely punch in the security code. As the gates opened, I heard Seto trying to say something.

"What?" I called through the torrent of icy wet winds.

"I said, 'Is it okay if I see you tomorrow'?"

I nodded. "I guess."

He turned away from me and started to leave. "Stay dry!"

"Stay wet!"

I didn't stay to watch him leave. Instead I hurridly ran up the rather short driveway (short by my standards) and rang the doorbell as I was all too exhausted to bother digging through my backpack and getting the content soaking wet just for a key. After what seemed like five minutes, I imapiently rang the doorbell another three times consecutively before our butler finally opened the door.

Unlike the stereotypical really old British butler, our butler, Wolfgang, was a late-twenties or early-thirties Austrian man with little personality and many secrets. I once heard my half-sisters, Jewel and Reina, gossip about how he was some European spy and came to America to assassinate our family; which made sense because my step-father was really testing the patience of our buisness's partners overseas. However, Wolfgang seldom ever showed distaste for the family or violence of any kind. Plus my sisters are dumb broads so their words are very unreliable.

Wolfgang, being six and a half feet tall, looked down on me and said in a nonchalant tone, "You should have called Miss Kisara. Your parents will be furious if you've ruined your clothes."

"They already had their hissy-fit with my wardrobe when I died my jacket black. Now please excuse me." I let myself in passed Wolfgang and into our foyer decorated with two spiral staircases and a fifteen foot-by-four foot-by-four foot indoor stingray rounded tank that went from the front door to the dining room. Above a crystal and gold chandelier hung from the ceiling. The house was silent aside from the echoing of the brutal storm outside and the the rain water softly dripping from my hair and clothes.

"I expect that the power will go out soon," Wolfgang stated as he locked the door.

"Well then I guess I better make it up the stairs so I don't trip and fall on them in the dark and kill myself."

I started heading up to my room when the butler called me yet again. "Oh, and Miss Kisara: Your parents are going to Japan for six months. They're leaving in the morning with Sterling."

Sterling is my older half-brother and heir to my step-father's company, and let's just say that he takes this title with more pride than seriousness.

Upon hearing the news, I groaned internally for I was not surprised enough to make my irritance vocal. My mother, Whitney, and my step-father, Garret Buchanon, often leave me alone for long periods of time and try to avoid me all together. And, of course, Sterling is the apple of their eye along with their other children, Jewel, Reina, Eliot, and Shea. Me, being the accidental product of Whitney's affair with Garret's cousin Edgar, was not a part of the family. Whitney was so ashamed of me that right after I was potty-trained she sent me off to be raised by my Uncle Calvin and his husband until I was six. They were given strict orders on how to raise me, but instead they actually tried to do what was best for me. I had given them a hard time as a child; I was so absorbed in self pity that I even rejected the closest thing to parents I've ever had.

"Only Sterling?" I said back to Wolfgang.

"Well he is the favorite," he answered.

I couldn't argue with that.

I let our butler be as I continued on to my room. Despite me being fabulously wealthy, my room was rather plain. Almost everything was white and blue as my family tries to seperate me from the color black at next to all costs. I was also seldom allowed to have stuffed animals or games or the such. All I had been given for entertainment was an array of encyclopedias, buisness books, and a labtop for studying the ins-and-outs of quadentary careers. Whitney and Garret only found me tolerable if I show intrest in buisness, though they passive aggresively push me into considering being a trophy wife. Now I have accepted the fate of being extremely wealthy for the rest of my life, as well as being overly stessed out and unhappy for the rest of my life, but I will not be forced into marriage. I'd rather die old and alone than pretending to love a man who has been in Catholic school girls throughout his life.

I politely sat on my bed and stared into the darkness of my room (I had refused to turn the lights on) as I fought to find a new strategy to face the world with tomorrow. Most likely Whitney and Garret have recieved the news of my altercation with Wheeler and have done absolutley nothing about it. Why should they give a damn anyways? Wheeler was new money; his gambling alcoholic father had by some means won the lottery and used the money to get the idiot into this school. Even if you were rich, the Buchanons still held you at a low expectation. The way I see things going for me tomorrow is that Wheeler's cheerleaders, Miho Nosaka and Téa Gardner, will confront me first. Then maybe if things escalate into something they can't handle that really emo short friend of theirs with the spikey scene hair and Wheeler will step in. Not that I can't handle it. Miho came from the family of a heiress and a movie producer and simply couldn't fight more than slapping and pulling hair. Téa, the daughter of a former ballet dancer and accountant, was about the same only that she was more capable of staying quiet and trying to be more civil. The short kid, being raised by his grandad, was more or less a pacifest and was all too weak to cause much damage.

By then I had noticed that I had been holding a death grip on my bedsheets throughout my contemplating. I wasn't angry, but anxious. Maybe I was hoping for another fight just so I could vent all my frustrations on someone. Maybe I was tired of trying to act like a good little rich girl. I just wanted the world I knew to disappear from me or me to disappear from the world. My right hand latched onto the skin around my black corresponding eye. In a moment of insanity, I contemplated ripping the dark skin off and going to school the next day dripping blood so I could finally find solitude in a mental institutuion, where I belonged. But no. I was too stubborn to go insane and lose my hierarchy.

I knew I would have to soon take a shower and try to address my eye problem, but for now I sat on my bed, yet again a victim to my own psyche. A victim to being a slave to my fear and anger, as I always have been and always will be.

"Nice eyepatch Jack Sparrow," Miho beamed in an intentional overly excited manor. She and Téa had rushed over to corner me at a table in the cafeteria this morning, as I had previously predicted.

I, having eaten a healthy breakfeast the help prepared, simply drank from some fruit juice box I brought with me.

"Miho!" The brunette scolded. "I told you not to provoke her!"

"Yeah don't provoke me," I answered with an ample amount of sarcasm. "I spit venom when threatened, aiming at anything purple."

Miho furrowed her eyebrows.

"Look, Kisara, I'm sure whatever Joey said didn't deserve a broken arm and fractured ribs."

"He hit me first, Gardner."

As expected, Miho's patience didn't last long. "Only because you tempted him!"

"He spoke first you idiot."

She became more infuriated, much to my amusement. "I am not an idiot!" Miho smiled, like she thought she was getting the better of me. "I see what you're doing. You're trying to get me mad so I'll try to fight you."

I cleared my throat. "I believe that just a few moments ago you both came up to me, sat down, and greeted me with 'nice eyepatch Jack Sperrow'. How about instead of starting shit you cannot hope to finish, try practicing what you preach."

The whisteria-haired girl crossed her arms. "Whatever. At least-"

Téa grabbed her arm. "Miho. Don't."

But she refused to give up. "At least my mom didn't screw around with her husband's family and come back impregnated with the Anti-Christ."

I was sipping up some juice when I heard this, so I responded by not swallowing the liquid, pulling the straw from the box, quickly aiming it at Miho, and shot the juice at her through the straw.

Miho jumped and began to frantically wiping off her uniform. "EW! YOU FREAKING BITCH!"

Téa angrily glared at me and added, "Kisara! That was uncalled for! You're acting like a child!"

I stuck the straw back into my juice box. "I remember you telling Nosaka not to provoke me." For the first time, I looked the brunette straight in the eyes. "Or I'll spit venom at anything that's purple."

Téa helped Miho up muttering, "C'mon Miho. She isn't worth the time."

The two girls walked away, leaving me alone again. Like usual, I was more annoyed with the situation than anything. I'm just glad that the confrontation stopped when it did. I'm already enough of an embarassment to my family. I don't need that rebelious deliquent too.

While I was caught up in deep though I didn't notice Seto walk up to the table and sit down. "Hey Kisara."

I quickly looked up at him then looked back down. "You're not supposed to be here if you're not enrolled here."

"Don't worry about me. I'm pratically invisible."

"Pfft yeah. Some poor kid at a rich school dressed in normal clothes talking to a white-haired girl with an alternated uniform is precisely the definition of invisible."

"Hey c'mon I like your white hair. It reminds me of icicles."

I frowned in a confused way. "Icicles? Usually people say it looks like fresh snow."

"But icicles can stab out people's eyes. You ever hear of someone being stabbed by snow? Never. Icicles are more dangerous."

"You think I'm dangerous?"

His smile he had worn throughout the conversation faded. "Everyone's a little dangerous. But you're different. It's like you have a darker concept of your life; a darker outlook on the world and yourself."

"And this makes me more dangerous?"

He ruffled his hair a little and adverted his eyes. "Maybe 'dangerous' wasn't the right word... Edgy. Edgy is what I meant to say." Seto met my eyes and rested his face on his propped up hand. I think I saw an endearing look in his eyes. "Kisara... I wish I knew the right things to say to you."

I was at a momentary loss for words. When I did speak, I stuttered, which has seldom ever happened. "W-what do you mean?"

He blushed then adverted his eyes yet again. "Uh... I-I meant that I wish I could say something to make you feel better than all these people are making you feel." His modesty had suddenly became dormant as he gained a confident new charm to his demeanor. "You shouldn't have to deal with hatred from people who don't even know what the hell they're talking about. You're worth so much more than having to deal with people giving their two-cents on everything you do and everything you are."

My juice box was now empty but I pretended to be drinking it as an excuse not to respond. I didn't know what to say. I would like to believe that he was genuinely being a concerned and caring friend, but I've heard this type of flattery back when I was younger and people just wanted money. Seeing Seto's finacial predicument I was partial to the latter.

Seto, seeming to sense my suspiscion, scowled at me. "Kisara, you don't really seem like you trust me."

"What was your first clue Einstein?"

"You know, I don't really get why you have to be so rude to me. I'm just trying to be nice."

I sighed in irritation. "If you're expecting an emotional outburst about why I distrust people and isolate myself, it's not going to happen."

"So you're content with being alone all your life?"

"Seto that is none of your buisness. I've barely known you for twenty-four hours and you're already digging too deep into my personal life."

He silently got up and stood there for a moment with a forlorn look about him, mixed with a little bit of bitterness. "Is it worth it?"

"Huh?"

"Being alone. Is all this effort to keep me away from you really worth it?"

"Is trying to force yourself on me worth all of the effort you're putting into it?" It wasn't that I disliked Seto, I just wanted my space.

"Yes." The confidence in his voice startled me. I looked back up at him to see if his expression had changed. It hadn't. He turned slightly, his face cut in half by a shadow casted by his bangs, then said, "I'm alone too, you know. But that choice was made for me."

I watched as he left, feeling legitimate guilt in my heart. Friends... The very concept of friends was so bizarre to me. People pretending to like you only to stab you in the back later- That's what a friend meant to me. But Seto didn't seem like than kind of human. Just a lonely young man barely being able to survive just trying to make a pathetic little girl happy. He didn't even comment on me having an eyepatch or degrade me on some other imperfection. He risked getting caught and arrested for trespassing just to talk to me.

Miho had returned, face red (and still a little orange) and fuming, but I was too lost in thought to notice until she spoke. And by spoke I mean yelled. "Where is it asshole?!"

I gave her a bored look and replied, "What, your dignity? Sorry Nosaka but you can't lose something you never had."

"My bracelet! Where the fuck is my bracelet?! I had it when I walked over here, and didn't when I left!"

"Did you mistake is as a Nueva Ring and shove it up your ass? Because that's what it sounds like."

Miho grabbed me by the collar and held me up to her face. I gave little resistance since my argument with Seto left me ashamed and feeling a need to let karma do its job. Her brown eyes met with my cerulean ones and seemed to be lit up with contempt.

"Do you know how much that bracelet costs?!" Before I could retort, she answered for me, "About as much as your whore mom paid for abortions to get you the hell out of her!"

"I'm guessing you think it's a lot considering that your mom tried to use a coat hanger."

No sooner had I said that did Miho thrust her middle and index fingers into my injured eye. I didn't scream, though I did let out a loud groan of agony right before she slapped me across the face with the same hand. Again I let this happen as a punishment for how I had treated Seto.

Miho stood back up and said one last thing: "You better hope that I don't find out you took it."

I stood up after she left then made my way into the girl's bathroom. I pushed through three girls blocking the door, pissing them off, and locked myself in a stall. Ignoring the three girls murmer about about me since breaking them apart for all of those long three seconds was definately a tragedy, I pulled out a small mirror and hesitated lifting the surgical eyepatch. Did I really want to see the reflection? One look in the mirror and I realized two things: I deserved this abuse, and Seto was worth more than me treating him like the person who did this to me.
I'm sorry for the angsty teen drama in this chapter; those first few cafeteria paragraphs are about as cliché as I can manage to write so :T

Anyways, Kisara's family. Her mom, Whitney, is named after my cousin's bitch ass fiancé and Garret, her step dad, is named after one if my sister's many ex boyfriends. Her siblings are named after either book characters or people I've met irl. The last name Buchanon came from a video game.
Trivia~

Now who wants some R-rated chapters? X3 that doesn't mean I'm gonna write any, I'm just curious X3
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zelka94's avatar
Serves the bitch right. Go Kisara kick her ass! Welp someone is feeling guilty ;u; Also I love that the one who asks the question of "Is is worth being alone" is Seto pfft. Such a role reversal and yet it works hella well <33 And oh my god that dignity comment killed me pfft.