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Fantasy ((The Mata Clan))

((I hope you don't mind my butting in))


Will walked into the kitchen, just as the topic of money came up. "Well, for starters, you're all old enough to get jobs. Everyone could pitch in and split up the bills evenly. More or less." he said, walking over to one of the drawers and checking them, hoping to find a pen. His was running out of ink and it was irritating him terribly. His shoulder's hunched forward as he prepared for the glares or sarcastic responses. "I'm sure you could find something that isn't so..." he glanced at Misaki without feeling, "unbecoming." he finished lamely, not sure what word he wanted to use in place of it.
 
Esteve nodded to Yvonne, slightly wondering what her story was, along with Akashi's but didn't ask. Afterall, Esteve would not like to share his backstory, and only Misaki knew of it. "This is a good place." He looked up as Misaki walked in and sat down beside Akashi before using her power to make her appear like a stripper. Esteve shook his head in amusement and reached behind his head, carefully unclasping the mask with one breath of the filtered air in. Esteve took a small drink of the orange juice and just let the flavour run before swallowing. He kept doing that until the small glass was finished and Esteve clasped the mask back on, breathing easier.


MISAKICHAN'S!


Misaki waved her hands in front of her bouncy chest.


"Woah woah, Don't take it that far Esteve."


Watching him take his mask off.


Sulfirious Addition:


"It was only for a short while." Esteve spoke with the mask now replaced, "I'm sure I'll be fine. There's going to be no reason to worry about me Misaki." Esteve looked away from Misaki and at Will in wonder as the other walked in, speaking and searching for something. Esteve was understanding his reasoning, but to put the logic into action was always the difficult part. "Sound reasoning, but some of us just can't be your local icecream server." Esteve frowned behind the mask as he spoke, his empty glass sitting in front of him. "But what you are suggesting does make sense to pay the bills." Nodding slowly Esteve tapped the side of his glass quietly, not focusing or looking at the transpatent structure.


((Ok, complete for good, no more editing! xP))
 
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Akashi grinned and clasped the glass in the palm of his hands, feeling the cold glass and liquid stealing the heat from his hands. "Thanks Esteve, I appreciate it." Akashi picked up the glass and pressed his lips on either side of the glass, taking a sip of the orange liquid.


He looked over at the two,
Yvonne speaking her opinion on the house as well. "I agree, It has a nicer feel. More comforting." Akashi said in response, squeezing the cup as he stared down the liquid. Suddenly, Misaki emerged in to the kitchen and sat next to Akashi, which made him fidget a bit. He wasn't used to behavior where he got interacted with.

"Yeah, we shouldn't assign bills to just a single person. All of us pitching in would make more sense." Akashi said, agreeing with Will who had just walked in to the room. He shifted in his seat about Misaki's plan to get a few extra dollars, and took another sip of orange juice.

He looked over to Yvonne who probably was agitated about the amount of people who had barged in on her quiet time, and he felt partly responsible. He was, after all, the person who had walked in first. "Yeah, I'm sure if we all just get odd jobs we should be able to salvage enough for basic necessities, taxes, bills, or whatever."Finishing his orange juice, he placed it on the table. "Being a stripper really isn't necessary in my opinion,so please, think more highly of yourself." He directed that to Misaki obviously, and offered a half smile, but quickly looked away. Awkward, awkward, awkward.

(Omg ignore the random text wtf)
 
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MISAKICHAN'S!


Misaki kept her gaze at Akashi, giving him a genuine reassuring smile.


She knew he was feeling awkward, his awkwardness vibes givinf off of him and affecting her. She thought about how she could make Akashi feel awkward no more. It wasn't perfect, so she resorted to changing the subject.


"Hey." Misaki automatically turned into Esteve in a blink of an eye. She sounded exactly like him, looked exactly like him, and smells exactly like him. Exact replica but the personality is not the same. But she still tried to minick his personality even though she only met him for a few hours and tiny little visits when she was a child.


Sulfirious:


Esteve smiled to Akashi and spoke quietly, "No problem at all" then started to watch Misaki with surprise as she had morphed into his clone. Not being able but to resist, he smiled and spoke in Misaki's voice, just for spite. "Now now Misaki, what are you doing?" Despite the way and how serious 'Misaki' had said it, Esteve was nearly full out laughing, like he was on the inside. His eyes lit up and Esteve silently coughed to attempt and halt the laughter.


((Esteve's text will be in a lighter blue when mimicing instead of the regular speech.. Also I'm going to sleep now, Goodnight all!))
 
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Hmm.. I'll try my kindle again. If not works on kindle, I will throw it out the window.


Oh kindle! I thought you were my best friend at night! When trying to use the internet when not supposed to at night, to transferring my music onto you. You betrayed me TTnTT 



"Who's Misaki?"

Misaki responded with Esteve's voice. She opened her arms out wide.



 
Esteve smiled, enjoying this "Well Misaki is Misaki, but she doesn't seem to be here. Or maybe she is." Esteve spoke once again in Misaki's voice before standing up and he walked to his doppleganger, sitting beside her as to confuse anyone possible. Esteve left his empty glass on the other side of the table and snatched it quickly and set it beside him, out of the way.
 
Misaki took Esteve's hands and started to spin eachother, switching spots as much as possible while spinning to confuse another. She grinned under her mask, hoping she would get the message across that they were going to do some tricking today.

 
Esteve smiled under the mask as they started to spin, not allowing anyone to distinguish between eachother. He was getting rather dizzy, but it was fine. Esteve couldn't help but laugh quietly, happy to know their mischevious needs would be done together, happily ganging up on the others for some harmless fun.
 

Misaki stopped spinning, getting dizzy too. She leaned onto the table for support. The world was spinning and bending.

She let go of Esteve's hands and decided to sit at the table instead of leaning onto it. "How's my orange juice?"

Misaki asked, looking at Akashi and the others who has taken Esteve's orange juice.​
 
(Alright, gonna just add myself in now. Sorry if the writing seems a bit awkward at the moment. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, so my brain is a bit fuzzy still)


Keiya took the key, then wandered away from the general buzz of people. She wanted to explore the outside of the house first, then go inside.


Though, there wasn't really much of an outside, per say. Basic front yard, a bit of backyard, etc. The house itself was pretty big, so that was nice.


Seeing as there wasn't much to look at, Kei made her way back to the front of the house. She slipped quietly into the kitchen, dodging the two spinning people and managing not to touch anyone, so she slipped mostly unnoticed past all the people.


"Time to find a quiet room." Keiya said to herself, making her way through a few before stopping in the living room. She looked around a few times, then sat down and pulled a book seemingly out of nowhere. Settling herself onto the couch, she flipped through a few pages before finding the one she was on, and began to read.
 
Esteve sighed, trying to clear the dizziness from his head and couldn't help but smile at 'Misaki's' comment. She was quite good at mimicing him, but not perfect, as he knew he would probably never say that, though none of the occupants knew him well enough to distinguish the difference. "Your orange juice? I thought it was mine." Grinning evilly under the mask, Esteve's plan was to not only confuse the others, but to make them try to guess who was who.
 
Will watched the nonsense for a few moments before finally locating a pen. It was half empty and looked like someone's dog had turned it into a chew toy, but it still worked, which was enough for him. He decided to take his leave and ducked out of the kitchen, past the living room, and back to his room.
 
Dominique didn't hear the commotion that was going on in the kitchen. After he was finished consuming all the beef jerky that the package contained, he grasped the cigar out of the plastic bag. We're talking a legitimate black and mild, with straight cigar tobacco inside. Putting the wooden tip between his lips, Dominique lit the end of the cigar while simultaneously walking over to the window at the opposite end of his room. It wasn't a window that could open from the top, but he could slide it halfway open from the side. So, the young man did so and took a seat in a chair that was located between the window and the bed.


Thankfully, the house was bought furnished. Using a hand to brush the bangs out of his side, his free hand reached for the remote belonging to the television. After pressing the power button, the screen turned on. Dominique flipped through a couple of channels, stopping on a sports network before placing the remote down. As far as ashing the cigar went, upon moving over to the window in the first place, the man had taken notice of a glass tray resting near on one of the night stands. He brought it over with him because he didn't have an ashtray. Shit, it wasn't like he knew what the hell the little tray was for in the first place.



Kicking his feet up onto the foot rest, Dominique blew out a couple of smoke rings. Some of them even floated through other ones as they rose. It was nice to relax, but he hadn't been sure what was going to follow. Thoughts of getting a job became rather annoying, mostly because he didn't want to have to go through the trouble. But if he had to, he ultimately would, just to avoid hanging around day in and day out without stimulation. After all, he did need to pay his part of the rent just like everyone else - what were they gonna do, live off of one person's tab alone? The thought was a fantasy at best unless one of them happened to be rich.
 
Esteve laughed lightly, "Well that would be true if I were Misaki." He watched at Will left the room. Esteve could see that he was only a human, but didn't know how many people actaully knew and Esteve knew it would be best not to tell them, seeing as a rather fair amount were against regular humans.
 

"You are Misaki. Quit lying."

Misaki grinned under the mask. She glanced at what Esteve was looking at. It was a man in which she hadn't seen yet.

"Hio. I'm Esteve."

She called to Will before he left the kitchen.
 
Yvonne simply watched the commotion that was taking place around her, green hues darting from person to person as she contemplated on jumping in on the fun or not. When they had spoken about jobs, she had mentally agreed because obviously they needed to play rent and it couldn't just be on one person. Maybe this was her chance to get started in the fashion business! She smiled at the thought before neatly stacking her magazines in front of her and stood up, grabbing her cardigan from the chair. Draping the article of clothing on her shoulders this time, she looked around the kitchen at the tiny group and said, 'You all have energy that I don't have at the moment. Excuse me.' with a smile, of course.


Picking up her fashion journals, Yvonne flipped one open in her arms after she said her farewells and exited the kitchen to head up to her own room. She took slow, steady steps while walking for her attention was buried deep in a newest issue of Allure and was fascinated with American fashion. Complex but simple at the same time? Absolutely loved it. By this time the girl was walking through the corridor which held all their room. Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out her key with eyes still glued on the magazine and stopped at the first door frame she could see out of the corner of her eyes.



Yvonne shifted her body to feel around for the keyhole, though felt nothing but air. Perhaps she was close enough. A step forward. A bright light shined on the smooth page of her reading material but didn't take it to mind as she continued to feel around for at least a doorknob. Nothing. Alright, this was getting ridiculous because the door should be right here. Another step forward and she absently walked past the door frame, in the room that was still open. Her nose crinkled at the smell of what seemed to be a cigar and the noise of the television filling her ears. Why was someone smoking and watching T.V. in her room?



Eyes flickered up and came to realization. This wasn't her room. It was Dominique's. Feeling a bit embarrassed herself for not noticing before, she bowed her head and ran fingers through her hair. "
Sorry, I'm such an idiot! I wasn't pay attention and..." she apologized but had to pause to frown as a magazine fell from her grasp onto the floor. Kneeling on the floor, the girl picked it up and closed it, brushing off dust and such from it. Standing back up, Yvonne neatly tucked it back in her arm and finished by merely saying 'Sorry', turning on her heel to properly find her room this time.
 
Esteve nodded his head, grinning as an idea popped into his head, gathering his courage Esteve spoke calmly. "If I were Misaki would I do this?" He jumpedup onto the back of the chair, somehow balancing it and he stood on one foot, similar tl the crane position but without the amrs above his head. Esteve calmly looked to Misaki, a small smile beneath the mask.


((I'm sorry.. I've gtg to work.. I might be on later though! and key emphasis on the might...))
 

"I do not know, Go ask Misaki."

Misaki responded,

"Aren't you Misaki? If you are Misaki, then she could do that."
 
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Smoke continued to flow from his open mouth, even when his Yvonne made her presence known in his room. Throughout the entire experience, Dominique didn't say a thing at all. She fumbled slightly over her words and seemed legitimately apologetic, but Dominique obviously wasn't upset. Someone walked into his room without knocking because of an honest mistake and quite honestly, the teen had absolutely nothing to hide at all. The only thing he offered back to the female was an incandescent smile, showing off his flawless teeth in the process.


The index and thumb fingers belonging to his right hand grasped the top of the wooden tip, bringing the cigar back to his lips once more. Following this, he extinguished the burning cherry to the cigar, leaving it in the small glass bowl before standing up onto his feet. Dominique then walked back to the frame of his door, hands grasping the frames of the inside as he looked around from side to side. When his eyes caught the sight of a familiar frame, he took extra long to stare. This was now the second time that Dominique had the pleasure of watching her walk away.


Yeah. Catch ya later.





What the hell was everyone doing? Sitting in their room? Was this the time, when they could be out doing something that was actually fun? The young man wondered just how long people would decide to stay all cooped up as he walked from his room to the living room, passing the kitchen in the process. He hadn't even turned his head to see who was within the room as he continued on, as though he was on a mission. Really, he was just going to sit on the couch in the living room.



And sat he did. Oh, glory glory.
 
Keiya looked up from her book as soon as she heard footsteps. One of the others walked into the room, though his name escaped her. He didn't notice her, of course, and she moved over so he wouldn't sit on her. Kei watched him for another moment, before returning her attention to the book. She'd have to move eventually, go find her room, but for now she was reading. She had the entire rest of the day to go to her room, and besides. The couch was pretty damn comfortable.
 

It was hard to keep up to be Esteve. Especially when she did not know him a lot.

"What are you doing with that wolf?!"


A person pointed at her mother who was shopping. The mother looked at Misaki then quickly let go of her hand.



"Mommy!"



Misaki cried, she tried to get a hold her mother's hand once again but the mother quickly got out of her reach and started to flee.



'"Where's my daughter!"



The mother cried and fled away from Misaki.



"I'm here mom!"



Misaki yelled and went after her mom who tried to run away. To the others, she looked like a white wolf with gold eyes. When Misaki tried to get a hold of someone's hand, It looked like she was biting it instead. People soon fled away from Misaki, without Misaki knowing that she was not herself. Though she did not know, her power got out of hand when she was a child. Everyone ran away from Misaki, leaving her all alone.



"Where's mommy?"



Misaki cried, sitting down.





Misaki winced, being inflicted with mental pain. Her profile of Esteve soon faded away, showing herself. She looked at the real Esteve with pained eyes. Misaki dug in her pocket to find her key and soon ran away to her bedroom. Opening it with her key and locking it behind her.​
 
Esteve frowned as Misaki soon let her image of him fade away, her pain filled eyes hit him right in his core, leaving the mimic uneasy. Mouthing under the mask 'Misaki' as she fled he looked at his hands, wondering what had taken over the shifter. Standing up, Esteve nodded to the occupants of the room a farewell, and followed Misaki at a slower pace, his eyes glowing red as Esteve located her room. Arriving at her door he stopped using his power and lightly rapped his knuckles against the wood, speaking softly in his own voice, "Misaki? Are, you alright?" Esteve didn't know what to do, but being for her seemed like the least he could've done for her. 
MISAKI


"Yes. I just need some time alone."


Misaki responded with a shaky breath but deceived him to be clear as a bell and with no worry. Her back was against the door, as she eyed her perfectly clean room.


Sulfirious


Esteve frowned at Misaki's calm answer. It was too calm to be completely realistic, especially with the way Misaki had run off earlier. Esteve could tell she did want time alone, but they've all been alone for too long and deciding against walking away, he spoke again. "You sure 'Saki? I am here if you need me, there's no need to be alone anymore." His words were softly spoken, inaudible to anyone else as Esteve stood abit awkwardly outside of Misaki's room. Esteve would hate to just walk away, leaving Misaki to deal with whatever she's going through on her own.
 

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