Tell The OC Below A Secret!

"Thats wrong!" She yelled her fingers digging into her skirt. Her eyes were a bit watery. "Its..its not fair. " she said hot tears falling from her cheeks. "You.. You left. You left her all alone. That was the first wrong thing you did. I can't understand why your angry that she moved on?! Did you want her to die alone waiting for you? Never knowing if you would ever show your face again?! " her voice cracked and She felt more tears fall down. She knew what it was like to be alone. Never knowing if someone was going to come back. Always waiting. Never knowing. Always alone. "You had no right to be angry. To break her husbands fingers you had no right." She whipped her eyes with her fist. "You left her first. All alone. What you did was wrong. It was the wrong choice. " she scolded. Before looking up "but I dont think your filth. I dont think your truely a bad person. I think you made a dumb choice but I dont think She regretted loving you. I truly dont. All love is precious. Maybe she hates you or is mad at you now. But I dont think she regrets loving you.." She smiled and she could feel it. Deep in her being. Being the monster of the forest born of love. She knew. "How do I know?" She asked quietly almost to herself. "Well. Just a feeling." She said with a smile. 

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Sakura was quiet for a moment her fingers griped her umbrella. "What If I said this body wasnt mine? That I was only borrowing this body from someone who gave it to me...what If I said the real person I am inside..is nothing but a monster. " she asked quietly not looking at anyone but rather at the sakura petals that fell from the trees they once called home. "A monster born of love...but a monster nonetheless."

Vapor 

He made her cry! I hope your happy!

Otto, of course, didn't take kindly to the idea of a monster possessing a young lady. He looked at Sakura, putting down his mug, still full of piping hot tea. He considered for a moment that this could be just talk, that the young woman had some regrets she had to deal with first, so he wasn't about to take her words so literally, right away. But then, nothing else was said. Nothing so self-deprecating. He continued to gaze at her, calm but bewildered, until it all started to register. It was at that point, his lip curled. Whatever tranquility there was before was replaced by pure malice.

"You are disgusting." he told her, "I suppose I should have known that such a beautiful little lady would be taken over by a demon, alas it's so strange." He met her gaze. "Were you trying to trick me? What have you done with the girl?"

His first thought was puppetry, using her to get whatever it was this beast desired. But soon, he thought, her skin would rot under the pressure of keeping up this facade, and as horrific and revolting of a thought it was, he hoped it happened soon, lest another man become a fool. He continued on, his voice bitter, spitting venom, "I should rid the world of you, of monsters like you. It's my duty. It's what keeps the world going. Beasts should be treated as such."

With that, the middle-aged man rose from his seat. What a beautiful scene-- a confrontation underneath a gentle rain of sakura petals. Too bad he didn't appreciate it, instead now just... trying to restrain himself. He turned and fled without another word. Shame. But, at least Sakura can steal his nice jasmine tea.

[I'M SO SORRY HE'S SO MEAN. I LOVE SAKURA, HE JUST HAS REALLY BAD TASTE.]

Otto preened himself quietly, building up his confidence slowly but surely as he picked dead skin from his nails and combed his fingers through his hair. He didn't look at the other party until now, at which point he hummed and placed his hands to the side. A man such as himself had many secrets, and being cornered like this... it was so concerning for him. He had a reputation to uphold.

"My family is important, and while I'm sure I would survive if this information was leaked to the public, it's still something best kept hidden." he said, "So, I trust you not to say anything, and you should never break this trust, so with that..."

"There was a girl who lived on my estate before the rebellion took her from me. I'll admit that I hurt her, and while I guess it was a terrible thing to do, I regret none of it." he said, "I am no monster, however. Everything that I've ever done, I did for my province. It was the right thing to do, for her, and for myself." He paused to look the other party in the eye. "Should you say anything, you're going to wish you hadn't."

He had sat and listened, silent, eyes downcast as he took it in, only glancing over when Otto vaguely threatened him. "You shouldn't have hurt that girl," Dejan said finally, voice strained. "Whatever you did. However you did it, you shouldn't have done it. I'm not going to go telling anyone, but should others find out someday... it's what you deserve. Anyone who hurts kids... No matter who they are. They deserve the worst."

"I don't tell many people this," Dea said, choosing his words carefully. "But uh... I used to be famous. Really famous, especially when I was a kid. If you've ever seen that commercial, with the little blonde kid and the juice jug--it ran for like 20 years, all over the place, you'd know it if you saw it. That was me." An exhale, as shaky as if he were confessing to crime. "I ended up destroying my career, on purpose. I came out, and the tabloids just went nuts, all my contracts got voided... Honestly, it was the scariest, most exhilarating thing I'd ever done. Ruining my own life. And it was the best choice I ever made, too." Another pause, as he took a drink, hand shaking a little. "I'm trusting you not to tell anyone. If my parents, or anyone else knew where I was... It wouldn't be good."

"Hmm." Clayton didn't seem to show any emotion as all he did was set down an extravagant frappucino in front of Dejan. "His Majesty - or rather, the king before the current one - grew up unaware of his lineage, and thus had an average life. Some consider it tainting his royalty, while I believe it to be good, as it gave him a reality of the people he served." Even if history didn't agree. "He also worked in commercials. He wrote the music for them. I do not watch TV or anything of the likes, but he showed me a commercial that seems to match your description. He, too, was forced to ruin his own life for the sake of freedom." Even with all that said, not once did anything show across his face. He merely stared at the drink as he added the whipped cream and the chocolate shavings to it. Finally, he looked down at Dejan. "If it is an order, you have my word I will not speak to anyone of this. Although if you would like my opinion on this, I believe it is good that you were able to find a better life."

"I have always done my best not to build too close a connection with those I worked around," Clayton explained quietly, arms folded behind his back. "I have always wished the best for them and supported them, but never went past an acquaintance. Even being a friend was too close for my liking. But now recently due to unforeseen circumstances I have been forced to be close with someone, and in that time I... have felt conflicted."
The stone mask finally cracked. Clayton's mouth twitched. As if realizing it, he brought a hand to his face, though through his spread fingers you could make out the struggle seeping into his expression. "For me to love someone like that, it's troublesome. Troublesome beyond a mere employee-employer violation. I want to stay by his side and protect him, but I fear it will only end in pain. He's been through so much as is."

"... Human?"
Clayton's expression returned to its cold look-
No. Something was different. There was a darker look in his eyes as he looked down at Akia.
"Forgive me for the opinion, but you seem to believe you are the only one barred from love. Your taboo situation is one I am familiar with.
"So please, take it from but a humble butler, and don't misinterpret my situation as a fairy tale romance."

Aika stared at the man for a moment. There was a silence. His hands then bawled into fist. "How. Fucking. Dare. You." He growled though it sounded more like a mix between a growl and a cry. Aika walked over to the man and grabbed his collar. Having to stand on his tippy toes to do so. "How dare you mock me?!" He said anger in his eyes. Pure hatred. "You...you." Then as quick as it appeared his anger died and he let go of the butler. "You are HUMAN. . . dont you understand what that means? You can LOVE someone and they can love you back. To choose to forgo something that I can never have. Its frustrating. Its insulting. " 

There was a silence for a moment. As he kept his eyes on the floor. "You can have something I never can and yet you call it "Troublesome." No ill tell you whats "troublesome" troublesome is being part of a species that cannot feel emotions and your completly isolated by your own kind because you can. Troublesome is being rejected by humans who can feel the same way as you but because your different a monster. A freak. They reject you. It hurts it fucking hurts and yet feeling emotions with someone who can reciprocate is "Troublesome" for you? Its not fair its just not fair. I...I want what you have. Please realize how SPECIAL it is to care for someone. How priceless those emotions are and how someone like me would give my life for just a chance at the possibility of someone reciprocating." 

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Aika put his hands behind his back. "My kind arent suppose to feel anything, emotionally anyway. He said his grin bordering on michivous but never quite reaching his eyes. He looked away his eyes glancing anywhere but the person he was speaking to. "We are suppose to be these emotionless monsters that come to eat humans souls through the things we do and yada yada.." He waved his hand boredly. Before pausing. "There is however a 1% of the population that can feel these emotions and..its..really its just a curse. A curse to forever be completely alone because you know what feeling alone feels like. It illegal to knowingly create a demon like this because its downright torture. Can you believe that?! Demons making something ILLEGAL. Like its so hilariously laughable and is like one big sick joke..." Aika sighed.

"Ya know.. Its so much harder to know what love is and also be aware no one can feel it for you. Anyway I got off track the point is. I sleep around because...because even though I know no one can love me. I absolutely despise being alone. I hate the feeling of loneliness. At least with sleeping around. With clients. Im never alone. And in my head im allowed to pretend they love me." 

Though careful to keep his distance from the lustful boy, the pigeon king listened tenderly as the succubus spilled his woeful secret. While Aika's statistics on emotional vulnerability may have caught his attention, the degrading reality he choked; a perpetual downfall in a spiraling sea of solitude; tugged timidly at the frail threads which wound his heart.  Demons making something illegal? Criminal procreation of their own blood..?  It seemed as though Akia had pit himself in an endless cycle of shallow love. Regardless, he failed to understand how anyone could expect more from a boy who branded himself through his body alone.

"Perhaps you shouldn't keep this a secret," he began, quietly reaching into his pocket.  "While I understand your reasons, you shouldn't expect such tenderness in return from those you only wish to bed."

The pigeon king came to his knees, bowing slightly before tossing him a piece of candy. It was the best he could do to offer some kind of sympathy. Briefly, he spared a warm grin, though the way his smile blended in with the dark rims of his eyes was rather unsettling. In fact, his expression almost seemed sinister.

"The most you should hope for is an opportunity to love yourself."

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"I'm not sure how you'll take this, but, I don't actually know what color the sky really is. I used to know, but then I forgot one day and never bothered to ask again. To me, it changes from day to day. Yesterday, it was baby pink. The other, fluorescent green. I mean.. it's not that I don't want to know what color the sky is."

He rubbed his nose, turning away.  "I don't think people want to know that I want to know what color the sky is."

He stared at the Pidgeon king puzzled. His mustache wobbled thoughtfully. "Sometimes it black though, " he said. "When it's night and such. You can see the moon then and some stars if you're lucky, " Salvador continued. A big grin on his face. "It's a bit of a strange secret I suppose. Wanting to know what color the sky really is, " Salvador shrugged. "Maybe it doesn't have a solid color. Maybe like life, it changes and that's for the better. I' suppose." Another shrug. 

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"Hey, " he said leaning in your general direction. "Wanna see something cool?" He asked. Not waiting for your reply. Salvador searched his pockets with a concentrating look. He found something in his inner pocket and a squeak followed. Salvador showed you a rat. That he had kept in his shirt, this entire time. 

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He smiled brightly and nodded. "Yup!" He chirped proudly. "You're allowed to pet her, she's very, very soft!" Salvador beamed with pride.

This is like that one Spiderman meme, but with edgy coats-with-meaning-wearing teenage girls.

Maribelle sat, her hands folded in her lap as she listened to Aiko, not once looking up at her, driven to anxiety by the mere sight of that gaunt, pallid face of hers. As she ruminated on the information given to her, she found herself chewing on her bottom lip. She glared at the floor under their feet. She couldn't get so worked up about this one, could she?

"No." she muttered, "I won't. I understand." She frowned, keeping her eyes off of Aiko as she carried on, "I don't know if it's a good thing to cling to things like that. I know a lot of people tell me that, but at least you have something, I guess." The difference was probably that Aiko (hopefully) washed her coat, while Maribelle...

..was Maribelle.

The girl was quiet for several moments, fidgeting with the hot cup of coffee in between her hands. Her dark eyes flicked over where her left thumb once was. She had to do a double take, sometimes.

The eerie silence lasted far too long, before Maribelle cleared her throat and straightened herself in her seat. She looked the other party in the eye, and admitted in a soft voice, "I almost got a man killed when I was thirteen, because of a lie I told. About two years later, I got two men and a woman killed because of that lie."

No, she was not going to elaborate. Dumb kid.

There was a long silence between him and the girl, yet Paris waited patiently. Though restless by nature, the countless times spent with wandering souls who wished to speak  - yet couldn't immediately find words to do so - had taught Paris that some things were better not to be rushed. He shifted his position quietly on his seat, feet resting on the chair's spindle so that he could lean his elbows against his bent knees. Finally, the girl spoke, and her eerie words were nothing Paris could have expected, and yet, at the same time, he couldn't doubt the authenticity of them when looking at the world-weary girl. 

"It must be a heavy knowledge to carry with," he finally spoke, calmly, mature tone of voice betraying his youthful appearance. "But you must remember that if you didn't kill them with your own hands, it was not you who killed them. No matter what your lie might have been, someone else made that decision to kill them." 

He then looked away and added: "When I was fifteen, I killed a man with my own hands. Regardless of what you did or why, I'm in no position to judge you." 

His eyes became unfocused for a while, mind going through the memories that felt so vivid they could have happened just yesterday - but of course, it had been far longer than that. 

He adjusted his position once more, resting wings twitching a little as old feelings tried to surface.

"When I was still alive," Paris then started, looking at his hands before turning to the other person, "I was in love with my best friend. I think I had loved him since we were little, but I was too busy helping my mother to really think of my own feelings. I just had fun playing around with him, and it was enough for me for very long. And when he followed me to the academy I was overjoyed to have him supporting me. He helped me through so many things, and accepted me even when I told him something about myself I had never told anyone before in fear of punishment."

Paris sighed. 

"But as strong as my feelings would get, I was never able to tell him how I felt. I didn't think I had the right to do that - and in the end, I died without ever telling him." 

Rylex makes a fist and raised it to his mouth."Ohhh shit... Dat some real deep shit dawg! God damn! You was inlove wid another boy? You is one of dem gays? Damn!" Rylex sighs uncomfortably and wraps his arms around Paris and pulls him close, in an attempt to comfort the sad angel. "Aye man. That okay pimp. Now Rylex ain't no good at comforting sad folks 'n all, but he gon try." Rylex slaps the boys chest hard and shakes him up a bit. "Like you did what chu thought was cool at the time yo. No regrets! No brother wanna hear that shit anyways. That's how a brother gets shot and killed. So naw. Besides, you is a soldier 'n all. We soldiers don't need to be spewing that kind of honesty around here. Got an image to uphold 'n shit. You feel me? Best not to say shit like that to a brother ya'll mean? If you ask Rylex, chu did the right thing. Also, you don't want that crush of yours to be crushed. I mean, you is dead and all now. Imagine if yo told him. He'd be crushed you is dead. So chu would have hurt him mo in the end nways. See man! You did good pimp!" Rylex places his hand on Paris head and messes up his hair in a friendly playful manner, attempting to cheer him up. "Now get the step'n! Get yo gay ass angel booty outta here before we look like a bunch of sissies talk'n about our feels!" Rylex shoos him away.

"Now Rylex is an open book 'n all. He no usually have secrets 'n shit. But you know. Just gotta get dis off my chest. I like to pick fights man. Like I just like gett'n into brawls and shit. Sometime I just be pushing people just so I can fight 'em. I just like the feel'n of punching a mofo. Just to be ontop of dat punk and wail on dem! All for a good fun and laugh!"

↓ "OH YOU WANNA GO! LETS GO DEN!" Rylex all up in Cinnamon's face. As he slaps his own chest, pumping himself for a fight! "Well den, dis sis gunna knock you out!"

Cinnamon squinted at the man in front of her. She grinned as she cockily spat,

"You wanna go, mate? Wanna just—spar right here? Huh? I bet I could totally take you down, sis."

Cinnamon tapped the surface of a table in front of her, occasionally glancing up at the other party.

"Guess we're out of interesting things to say. Let's change things up. I got somethin' that's eating me right now. Like, go away if you want, but this...this is some real deep stuff." Cinnamon stopped glancing up at the other party, her gaze focused on the table.

"Okay, my sister—she was twelve. Also a raging alcoholic. She's watched my mom do it and accepted some at a party. Anyways, she's kinda...dead now. Yep. Some teenage bitch beat her to death with a bat. Kinda the reason I don't like dogs as much anymore. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone else." Cinnamon paused as soon as she felt her voice crack. Despite the emotional stuff that she was saying, she still wanted to appear tough.

"Sorry for dampening the mood. I just...needed to talk to someone about it."

Roswell listened to her with his only eye half closed. He sat slumped in his chair, his mind and focus totally fixated on the can of pears he hold. He took a peeled slimy pear, with bearhands, from the can and stared at Cinnamon expectancy.
"Oi'm never oyt av interestin' things ter say," he said. Before taking a bite out of the pear. "But go on," he added with a pearfulled mouth.
"Oi'm 'ere for de real deep stuff," he said. Mimicking Cinnamon's voice tauntingly. What a nice guy Roswell was. Roswell pulled a face though when Cinnamon tells her story. 12, alcoholic, beat up, those were some real messed stuff.  
"Aye sprog, dat sounds rough," Roswell helplessly sputtered. He held out his can of pears at her direction, shaking it as if he tried to feed a  stray dog. "Come on, take one. Loife sucks kid, I canny change dat. But carpe diem an' al'," Roswell said with a huff. "Try ter enjoy life, for 'er instead."
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The lanky thief approaches you out of breath. A big grin crossed his face as he grabs your shoulder to lean on. "Yer can hold a secret hu?" he asked you. His breath stinking of booze.
"I've stole," nothing new here, "the mayor's necklace. Wanna see it? It's a pretty thing," Roswell said. He searched his pockets with his free hand until he finds it. With a simple movement Roswell showed you the necklace. It was a pretty thing. If you like pearls and gold and had a pretty flashy taste for trinckets like Roswell clearly did. 

Matthias felt a sour feeling in his stomach- he stole that item right there. Did this man- this thief, even know what sentimental value it might've held to the other person? Actually, he shouldn't even be thinking about whether or not he cared if it was an important item. This man didn't seem to be the kind to care about those kinds of things... regardless, Matthias would keep his secret, as he harbored many horrible secrets of others that he'd still refuse to even say today.

"...very pretty. I won't tell, but," He paused a moment, only to continue in hesitance, "I just hope that necklace was stolen with purpose. Not just cause." The humanoid would admit, it looked rather pretty. Expensive too. Definitely something to hold onto if one treasured these kinds of trinkets. Hopefully Roswell would take good care of it.

Sitting next to you in his forest, Matthias can't help but get frustrated at the burning in his eyes- tears began to flow, and he looked at you helplessly. The humanoid took off his glasses, his ears pinned to his head as he sat up more properly. He was supposed to share a secret... so share a secret he would.

"I... I don't know how I did it, or to who, but... I think I- I hurt someone important to me. Or many people close to me. But I don't remember who." Whimpered Matthias pathetically, using the hem of his shirt to clean his glasses of the fog that had built up on it. Just thinking about what he remembers- or the feelings he felt on certain topics around certain things made him feel horrible, and what made it worse was that he didn't know why.

"I don't wanna be bad anymore. I just don't know how to fix it- I don't think I can, and I just really wish I could- I could've just been better before I lost my memories and ended up here. I don't know who I was back then, but it doesn't excuse what I did... I'm... I'm really lost about it." He admitted, fixing his glasses once more and staring into the canopy of the trees above. Why was he divulging this to someone who hadn't been close to him?

He laughed a bit coldly, trying to regain his composure.

"Sorry to put this all onto you. Ignore it if you'd like." With a hum, he tried to return to normal, but the haunting feeling of guilt and shame crept up his spine, always there forever, no matter how hard he tried to wash it off. It would always cling to him like a thorn in his side.