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Unzip My Body, Take My Heart Out [Open to Dormfolk]

With Sports Day over, Kokoro's parents returned home. Her mother went back to Tokyo, and her father off to some other country. Was it India, this time? Or was it Tibet? Maybe it was Iran, Kokoro couldn't really remember.

She'd at least got lots of photos of them while they were with her, and that was important. At least until she got to see her mother during summer vacation. Kokoro sighed and laid back across the bench in the gardens outside the dormitory on a balmy Sunday afternoon. It was nice to have the constant miin-miin-miin of the cicadas in her ears, and she flipped idly through the pictures on her memory card. Kokoro's pink hair was pulled into a curly, flippy ponytail that coiled itself in the middle of her back, her bangs were pulled away from her face with some quickly chosen beaded bobbypins. Kokoro was dressed for the season, anyway, her khaki shorts were fashionably short. The dark navy t-shirt was thin enough to show the hint of a white tanktop beneath it. Her wrists were decorated with chunky bracelets, her heeled sandals were neatly arranged beside the bench.

She needed something to do, someone to bother, and for once she didn't feel like taking her aggression out on her volleyball. Kokoro looked up from the bench and at the expansive blue sky. Kokoro lifted the camera to her eye and focused on the weathervane at the top of the dormitories.

Maybe she'd go looking for ghosts.


Sol had been in a crappy mood all day. First, it was all humid out and her hair simply WOULD NOT cooperate! Second, she spilled paint on one of her new dresses, and third, she forgot to rinse her favorite paintbrush and now it was ruined! What she really wanted was to be able to talk to Suguru, he always knew how to cheer her up and make her forget all about her bad hair days. She would've gone to find him, but she was too terrified of his house. She didn't even dare call! It was like they would see her through the phone or something. That place totally gave her the creeps...

Sol shook it off and decided to go for a walk. Maybe she could find some inspiration for a painting or something, even though right now she was angry with her painting supplies. She decided it would be nice to go relax the garden. She loved it there, it somehow made her feel more at peace to be surrounded by all the beautiful flowers. When she got to the gardens she went to sit on her favorite bench and realized there was someone lying down across it. Sol was hit with a sudden pang of jealousy. This girl was absolutely beautiful! She had all the right feminine curves and the prettiest pink hair! Sol looked down at herself. She was wearing a pretty pink sundress, but she could still tell there was no figure under it. 'Stop it!' she thought to herself, 'This girl can't change the fact that she's gorgeous any more than you can change the fact that you look like a skinny boy.'

The girl in the bench seemed slightly familiar. Wasn't she the girl who was always staring when she was walking with Suguru? Hmmm... Sol shook her head to clear it and then forced herself to smile down at the girl. "Hello!" She said, "I didn't mean to barge in on you, sorry. My name is Soledad Aldama de Urquiza, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Edited at 2009-10-12 06:36 pm (UTC)
Kokoro stopped focusing on the weather vane and turned her camera around to focus on the other girl. She knew that face, didn't she?


Hold on, it'll come to her.

Right, she was the girl that had been hanging out Matsuzaki lately, hadn't she? Kokoro wondered if Aldama-san had any idea of what Matsuzaki was really like. The hair on the back of her neck stood up in memory.

"You're from Class 2-C, aren't you?" Kokoro asked, sitting up and pulling her ponytail over her shoulder to play with the edge. She'd attempt to be nice to Matsuzaki's friend. It wasn't her fault that she hung out with some blood-drinking psycho.

Unless she was a blood-drinking psycho, too. Kokoro's megawatt smile dimmed considerably as she thought about it. "Nice to meet you, too, I'm Amamiya Kokoro." The girl with the Death Spike, she added to herself, thinking of her team captain's title for her.
Man, Sunday training was brutal today. It was hot and Ulf hadn't gotten anywhere near enough sleep, out prowling the forests to distract himself from various niggling little problems.

He jogged back towards the dorm in cool-down mode, singlet top hanging nonchalantly from the waistband of his pants, sweat streaming over basically every spare surface of his body. Time for a nice cold shower and something to eat, he felt. Two girls were in the garden as he passed - one Kokomo, the other looked like Suguru's new flame - and he waved cheerfully. "Hei, ladies! Nice afternoon, huh?"

And on he went, whistling to himself. Time for nice big steak...
Sol smiled back at Amamiya-san, studying her face. Now she was SURE this was the girl always seemed so angry to see Suguru! She wondered what had happened?

At this exact moment, a handsome half naked boy walked by. Sol just stood there for a few seconds, her jaw hanging, before she raised her hand to return the greeting, but he'd already disappeared. Now she felt stupid, waving at thin air. Maybe Amamiya-san hadn't noticed...?

Sol snapped her attention back to the pretty girl she had been talking to. She stuttered, trying to remember what she had been asked. "Uh... y-yeah, I'm in class 2-C. You're in 2-B, right?" She smiled, and then suddenly blurted, "You're really pretty, you know that?"

Oops! That was little awkward, and made it sound like Sol swung in ways she didn't even understand. "I don't mean that in a weird way!" She exclaimed, trying to cover for herself, "It's just that... uh... I'm an artist, and I can appreciate pretty things. Like you." Sol shuffled awkwardly, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. Why did she have such a big MOUTH?
Kokoro grinned at Ulf and her camera’s shutter whirred a few times as she got some photos in. Those were keepers. But, once he’d gone, she returned her attention to Soledad. Boy, she was a weird girl. Really weird.

Was she hitting on her? Kokoro wasn’t into girls, not at all. Maybe it was a foreigner things. That made sense.

Ulf was a foreigner, and even he wasn’t this weird. Kokoro raised both her pink eyebrows at her. She didn’t mind being called pretty (even though it wasn’t really true – she was too tall to be ‘pretty’, after all), and she could understand the aspect of enjoying beauty for beauty’s sake (the camera never lied, after all), but this person…

“Er, thanks. Arudama-san.” Kokoro put her lens cap back on and straightened against the back of the bench, and wiggled her feet in the green grass. It felt a little dry, but maybe the rains would fix that up. “So, what are you doing out here? Not that I mind, but usually people don’t pop up out of nowhere.”
...Had she just been called Arudama-san? Wow, that was a new one! "Please call me Sol," she said softly, "I really don't like my family name." Really it was more like the family didn't like sharing it's name with her. Not that she was going to explain this to someone she just met, that was a little too complicated.

Sol gave Amamiya-san's question a second of thought and then shrugged. "I've been having a bad day, so I decided to come out here. The garden always helps me calm down, and I was thinking I might find something I want to paint. I'm not really in a painting mood though." Sol huffed through her nose, remembering all the problems her paints were giving her right now. It was like they were alive or something! "What are you doing out here, Amamiya-san?" Sol asked, not really curious but trying to make conversation.
Since he was basically a glorified dog in many respects, Ulf wasn't really all that fond of staying in showers any longer than he had to. Swimming? Awesome! B-A-T-H? Irrational dislike. He shook water from his coat hair and toweled it off, still humming as he dressed. Really, clothes were totally overrated, but some he had this tiny niggling feeling that people wouldn't appreciate his casual approach to public nudity. Running around shirtless was probably bad enough.


He trotted down to the cafeteria and snagged himself a snack, wishing it was a nice juicy burger (ramen totally didn't substitute ;_;) with a sigh. Japan was pretty cool and all, but he missed home.

Kokomo and whatserface were still in the garden; Ulf smiled and went to join them. He flopped comfortably on the ground by Kokoro's feet. "Is this secret girl's business, or can I play, too?" He grinned at his classmate and winked at Sol. "Hi, I'm Ulf! You're in the class next to us, right? Suguru's friend?"
This was a weird girl. She didn’t even know her that well and already insisted on having Kokoro use her first name. Weird foreigners! Weird! Kokoro used Ulf’s first name, but only because his last name was completely incomprehensible to her Japanese ears. Kind of like he’d gargled rocks while saying it to her.

Kokoro held up her professional-grade camera, “I was taking a break from photo-taking.” She shrugged, as if hauling around the camera for other purposes (like taking photos of her half-dressed male classmates) was out of the question. “It’s nice to be in the countryside for schooling, since there are more sights to see and less pollution at night, and during the day all the colors are much richer.” Especially after a good rain. God, why hadn’t it rained yet? She needed some good grey skies to make everything greener.

But then Ulf arrived. Weirdness cut in half, and if she got really uncomfortable, she’d just leave Arudama Sore-dadu-san out here with Ulf. Ulf liked everyone, and for the most part, Kokoro did too. But some people she just couldn’t wrap her head around.

“That was a quick shower,” she noted with a little half-grin. “And no secrets here, just talking, I suppose.”
Sol froze mid-sulk as the cute boy from earlier came and sat at Kokoro's feet. He was even better looking up close, especially if you'd seen him shirtless and sweaty! Sol's mind went blank and it took her a moment to register that he had asked her a question. "Uh... ¡Sí! Yo soy amiga de Suguru. Me llamo Soledad Aldama de Urquiza, pero me puedes llamar Sol. Es un placer conocerte." Sol smiled at Ulf, and then realized she had just said everything in Spanish.

"Sorry!" She exclaimed, blushing furiously. "I'm from Spain, and, I, um, sometimes I just start speaking Spanish. It's like, uh, habit or something. I said that yeah, I am Suguru's friend. My name is Soledad Aldama de Urquiza, but please call me Sol. It's very nice to meet you." Sol tried to pretend she hadn't done anything stupid, but every time she looked at Ulf's open, happy face she blushed even harder. He was so good looking...

"You have great bone structure, you're very handsome." Sol blurted. She had been fidgeting with the hem of her dress up until now, and she suddenly froze. HAD SHE JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD?!?!? Her eyes went wide and her entire face turned a deep shade of red. "I um, I didn't mean to say that!" She exclaimed, trying to cover for herself. Oh no! Now it sounded like she was insulting him! "I don't mean you're not handsome! I just meant to say that inside my head, not out loud. But I did say it out loud, which was really dumb, so I'm sorry!" Sol stared at her feet, her entire being burning with embarrassment.
For a moment Ulf just blinked at her, wholly nonplussed. Then he cracked up. That was too funny!! 'Handsome'? 'Great bone structure'? This was why he missed holidays in Spain.

"Me llamo Geirulf Ulvestad," he managed to reply, grinning at her. "Pero me puedes llamar 'Ulf'. It's nice to meet you too, Sol. Don't apologise for speaking your own language! I do it all the time." He winked at her again. "Mostly to piss people off, though, not gonna lie. And please forgive my Spanish, I don't really speak much to begin with and it's been a while since I have!"

Poor thing was bright red. It was hilarious. Ulf felt kind of mean, but, really! 'Handsome' was certainly not a term he'd apply to himself. 'Awesome', yes. 'Maximum rad', definitely. 'Pretty damn fine', without a doubt. But he sure wasn't the cream of the pretty-boy crop...maybe Sol came from a really sheltered background or something.

He sniggered again, trying to hold it back but mostly failing, though there was certainly nothing malicious in it. "How long ya been here, Sol?"
Kokoro felt a little out of place in all this Spanish-drenched conversation the two were having, but tried not to make a face. Instead, she pulled the lens cap off her camera and zoomed in on a pair of birds in a tree.

She was not annoyed, she was not annoyed, she was not annoyed. It was her mental mantra as the camera whirred and clicked, and whirred and clicked. It was a lie, of course, but it at least kept her features pleasant while Ulf and Sol spoke.
Sol looked up as Ulf laughed, and gave a half-hearted mostly embarassed smile. And then he spoke to her in Spanish and all her mortification was instantly forgotten.

"You speak Spanish?" Sol squeaked at Ulf, her voice so high and breathy it was hard to understand. She then turned to Kokoro and breathed, "and you're an artist? This is so awesome!" she clapped her hands in front of her chest like a little girl, bouncing with excitement.

She turned her attention back to Ulf. "I've been in Japan a month or so, and you're the only person I've met who speaks any Spanish at all!" She gave him her biggest, happiest smile. "¡Yo no he podido hablar con nadie en mi lengua nativa, Gracias!"

(Translation: I haven't been able to speak to anyone in my native tongue! Thank you!)
Ulf nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, Kokoro takes awesome photos! You oughta see all the snaps from when we went to Hawaii, right, Kokomo?" He grinned fondly up at the pink-headed girl.

Sol was pretty damn adorable, really. So enthusiastic! She seemed younger than her actual age. He turned his beam to her. "Most of the Spanish I know is pretty basic - 'How much for this?', 'Where's the washroom?', 'Where's the best surf?', that sort of thing. Sometimes we holiday in Spain in the summer, if the whole family's home and we have the time." Ahhh, the wtf-ery of Family Holiday Times. By the time they organised two parents and eleven kids...well, it was a mission, to say the least. Still, they'd always had such fun...

"You settling in okay? Takes a bit of getting used to, right?"
Her parents had raised her to be polite and friendly, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe this was post-traumatic stress of being attacked by a vampire, who then pretended that everything was A-OK and fine, even though he hadn’t talked to her in days and suddenly being pounced upon by his possible-bloodsucker friend.. Kokoro almost missed him chewing on her unattended pencils.

Almost. She was sentimental, not stupid.

“I take regular-type photos, Ulf-kun. Nothing that special,” she depreciated. “Not anything like my dad.” Kokoro lowered her camera and smiled at Ulf, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She reached down for her pair of sandals and slipped them on.

“Speaking of which, I was going to go into the woods and take some pictures.” Yes, in her heeled sandals. It wasn’t like she would be going far, after all. Kokoro ran her hand through Ulf’s damp hair as she stood up and smiled politely at Sol. “I’ll see you around.”
Sol smiled at Kokoro, wanting to ask if she could see some photos but the look Kokoro gave Sol made her suddenly shy. It was like Kokoro thought she was a bug from some other planet, gross and weird. The look was gone in a second, replaced by polite indifference, but Sol was still uncomfortable. Had that just been her imagination?

She turned her attention back to Ulf. "I was having some trouble at first, mostly I kept getting lost. But Suguru has been helping me so much! He drew me a map, but he's mostly shown me how to get places himself. He taught me how to address people too, so I wouldn't offend anyone. He's been so sweet to me!" She really wished he was here, maybe he could explain why Amamiya-san seemed to dislike her so much. "And Kasuga-san has promised to help me learn kanji since I taught her to paint. Everyone in Japan seems to be so nice." She smiled at Ulf, hoping that maybe this handsome man could be her friend too!

Kokoro had just stood up to leave so Sol said, "It was very nice to meet you, Amimaya-san! You seem like a very sweet girl. I'll see you around!" Sol gave Kokoro her sweetest smile, she didn't want anybody disliking her-that would be so sad!
Hoo boy, Something was Up. Ulf didn't have an older sister without knowing that much, though he was damned if he knew what was bothering Kokoro right now. Oh well. If she wanted him to know, she'd tell him, and if she wanted some alone-time Ulf certainly wasn't one to stop her. Instead he made a happy growling noise as she played with his hair and waved her off. He'd talk to her later, or something.

A large part of him gagged on the idea of Suguru as 'sweet' (come on...really?!?) but fortunately Sol mentioned a name he would far rather discuss. " Ahh, you've met Nao-chan?" he asked, delighted. It was nice to see his favourite kouhai making friends!! "Isn't she the most adorable thing ever?!?"

Oh, yes, Ulf could wax pretty damn eloquent on the subject of Nao and how squishable she was. Maybe a good part of that was due to how much she reminded him of the siblings he'd left back home, but that was okay.
Sol made her holy-crap-that-is-way-cute-face and gasped, "She is SOOOOO cute! Especially when she gets all proud of herself. She smiles and her face gets all sqwidgy and adorable! I kinda wanted to pinch her cheek, but that seemed a little awkward. It was fun, spending the day with her. We painted!" Sol's face lit up as she thought about Kasuga-san and her adorableness.

Wait, did boys normally go around calling girls cute? Hadn't she read enough manga since she'd gotten here to know better? "Do you like her? I mean, LIKE like her?" Sol asked, not really aware that this was something that wasn't really socially acceptable to bring up with someone she just met. Thinking about it, they would make a cute couple! A little strange, yes, but cute!
He chuckled again. "No, nothing like that. She actually kinda reminds me of my younger sister in a lot of ways. Except, y'know, older." Ulf wrinkled his nose; looked like someone had been reading terrible shoujo manga!!

...not that he had any idea what went on in said manga. Or had read it. Nope. That was just ridiculous. Ahem.

"How 'bout you, do you have any siblings back home?" he asked curiously, then wondered if that might be a sore subject. Certainly it seemed to be for a lot of people here; well, Ulf both did and didn't understand that, he supposed. He adored his family immensely, but there were definitely certain elements he didn't miss!
Sol's face widened with surprise that she would be asked something like that, "Oh, gosh no! I'm glad, too. I wouldn't want anyone else to have to deal with my family!" Sol explained, and then realized that wasn't the best thing to say to a guy who was practically a stranger. "I mean, I love my mami and papi, but I'm glad I got to come here. If I had a sibling, they might not be so lucky." Sol continued to smile at Ulf, even though her words seemed so negative. She was happy now, and all the unhappiness from her past could just stay there as far as she was concerned.

"What is your family like?" Sol asked, curious. Ulf seemed like such a loving person, and she guessed his family was too. They probably accepted him and his brothers and sisters for who they were, not what they were supposed to be. It must be wonderful to be able to belong somewhere...
She'd surprised him into chuckling again; Ulf leaned back against the bench Kokoro had abruptly vacated, lounging quite comfortably as he was, barefoot and messy-haired. "My family's freakin' nuts," he assured Sol cheerfully. "Huge, too. I think I'm related to, like, half of Norway. At least." This wasn't really much of exaggeration, either: Ulf could trace his lineage back to the times of Harald Fairhair on his mother's side. Of course, not all his relatives were werewolves. It was relatively simple to 'turn' to human...relatively. He had a whole swag of cousins down in Bergen who were all-normal, the whole lot of them.

"I'm fourth-oldest of eleven. Well, eleven so far...we thought we were going to round off at ten but then Are popped onto the scene three years ago, so..." He shrugged, grinning in a slightly-abashed 'Ahh, parents, huh?' kind of way. "But we mostly all get along. Otherwise my sister Anne - Anne-Marit, the oldest and scariest of us - would pin our ears back. Yep!"

And to a werewolf, having your sensitive ears 'pinned back' was no idle threat.

Edited at 2009-10-08 04:28 pm (UTC)
"Wow!" Sol breathed, "That must be amazing! I would love to have such a big family. Especially one where everyone got along! What's it like, having so many brothers and sisters? It must be wonderful!"

Sol sighed, imagining what it would be like to have a little brother or sister. To never have to be lonely ever again, that would be so nice... but with her luck her siblings would hate her just as much as the rest of her family did. Her face became momentarily sad, her eyes downcast. It only lasted for a second before she shook it off and looked up at Ulf with a sweet smile on her face. "The way you talk about your family, they seem so loving. Even if they might pin your ears." She gave him a slightly cheeky smile, trying to shake off her earlier bad mood and soak up Ulf's friendly and relaxed aura.

Edited at 2009-10-08 10:29 pm (UTC)
Ulf made a face. "Well, we don't all get along all the time.</i> I guess I tend to spend more time with the youngest three or four - or I do when I'm home, anyway - because I was usually the one babysitting them, you know? My next-oldest brother and I, we don't really get along," he admitted. Well, that was the understatement of the century.

It was hard to imagine a life without his sibs, though. They were a mad bunch and collectively he loved them to bits. "But, when it comes down to cases we're family. Even me'n'Efraim will pull in the same harness if something's up. Sometimes ya just gotta ignore the small stuff." That was the Ulvestad family way! You didn't have to like each other, just so long as you loved each other. It was all very Disney, or something.
Sol's inner battle to change this into a good day was failing miserably. 'I really shouldn't be allowed to think about home, it makes me so sad...' Would her family pull in the same harness as her? Probably not, as long as they didn't absolutely have to. She was such an embarrassment... Even though she always told herself she was happier this way, was it true? She wanted to be normal, and to have friends, but she wished her mami and papi would love her too. Would she give up the freedom her magical impairment gave her to make her family love her?

No. She wouldn't! She absolutely would not! She didn't want to be a mean, evil lady... But that didn't mean it didn't hurt to be an outcast. A small tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. "I wish we could just ignore the small stuff..." she whispered under her breath. To her magic was the small stuff and love was the big stuff. Why couldn't everyone else see it that way?
Ulf regarded her soberly, lips slightly pursed. It was clear to anybody with half an eye that Sol had some issues she was trying not to let get the better of her-- but who didn't? He freely admitted that he was a bit of a bleeding heart, too, but that didn't mean he was going to mollycoddle and lie to her.

"I guess the problem with that is that the 'small stuff' means something different to everybody," he replied just as quietly. He wasn't even entirely sure that he 'should have' been able to hear her soft comment, but he had good hearing, damnit. "Nobody has exactly the same values, even if they've been brought up the same way, right? That's why we clash and get angry with each without really knowing why."

When had he and Efraim started fighting each other? As kids they'd been best of friends, teaming up to escape Anne-Marit's bossy games or to pounce all over Ed. Somewhere along the line they'd just...drifted.

Ulf sighed. "It's just the human condition, I guess." Not very reassuring, he knew, but nothing really could be.
Sol nodded soberly. Yeah, it was just the human condition. Everyone had problems. But WHY? Why did people have to be mean and suffer and everything?

Sol snapped. She wasn't usually one to curse, but GODDAMNIT SHE WAS PISSED! "¡Al infierno con mi pinche familia, están estúpidos y… y babosos! Ya no quiero estar una Aldama. AAAARRRGGHH!” She yelled and stomped her feet into the ground. Yeah, she was having a bit of a temper tantrum, but she was angry!

*SIGH* That felt so much better! Yelling always helped when she was feeling bad. She took a deep breath and then blushed a little bit. "I'm sorry Ulf, I didn't mean to get all teary and stuff. I feel much better now though!" She gave a big, truly happy smile which contrasted in a very strange way the the tears that were still swimming in her eyes. Her family could screw itself, she was making friends who liked her just the way she was!

[ooc: translation- To hell with my fucking family! They're stupid and... and slobbery! I don't wanna be an Aldama any more." baboso= slobbery/drooly, and is an actual insult in Spanish, not just a little kid one.]
He was coming to realise that Sol was pretty weird, even by his standards, but that didn't stop Ulf grinning back at her. She was so determined to be happy; it was endearing.

"I only understood like a tenth of that, but what I did sounded like fun," he teased mischievously. The rest was easy enough to guess from tone and delivery, really. "Still, sometimes it's good to get mad at the people you love. Remind 'em that you're not just a piece of furniture in their world, an' all that." Sol was offered a palm for high-fiving. "And yelling can be an awesome good time, too!"
Sol slapped Ulf's upraised hand with her own dainty one. It was nice to talk to another foreigner, Japanese people didn't seem to go for high-fives and stuff as much as everyone else. She began to giggle, "I love being able to yell! It's fun no matter what, and I always feel better. But I really wish I could go horseback riding, it's so good for getting rid of stress and all that bad stuff." She shrugged in a what-can-you-do? kind of way. "Meh. Whatever, yelling will just have to do." Her giggles began to bubble over into laughter, for no real reason. The full moon was coming, that must be it. She always got a little extra moody around the full moon, she guessed it was the magical pull or something. Who cared why, she was having fun!
"I'm sure there's somewhere you could go riding around here. And what about biking? There are some nice trails and stuff through the forest, or maybe even the shrine. Nao-chan might now." It was weird how he used Japanese honorifics when talking about Japanese friends to a non-Japanese person, Ulf reflected. Somehow he thought that even if he was talking to Nao-chan in English - even Norwegian - she would still be 'Nao-chan'. It just seemed to...fit.

He scratched one long leg absently. "Me, personally, I just go for a run, but I get that that's not everybody's thing. Haha!"
Sol managed to stop laughing long enough to reply. "I can't run or bike, I'm way too uncoordinated! I'd just fall on my face or something. At least with horses you only have to be able to hold on tight. And my horse Santos has such a smooth gait anyone could stay on him!" Sol smiled nostalgically, missing her horse. At least memories of Santos and Guillermo didn't hurt, they actually made her happy. She burst into giggles again, uncontrollably hyper after her outburst.
She was still weird. Still cute but still...weird.

Maybe it was just a girl thing. Ulf admitted that he didn't really tend to pay much attention to such.

He was pretty impressed that Sol had her own horse, though. Those things were expensive to keep. Hard work, too. "I gotta confess, I never did much riding. I mean, I can stay on and point it in the right direction and stuff, but it ain't exactly what'd you'd call 'graceful' or anything." Ulf chortled, perfectly content with this state of affairs. "I'll stick to my own four legs." Wait... "I mean, limbs. Same difference. Haha!"

Oh, shit. He was really getting lax about that. He blamed Suguru for allowing him the freedom of someone who knew who - what - he really was.

That bastard.
Had he just said four legs...? That was weird. Sol raised an eyebrow at Ulf, not sure what to think about that comment. She was still giggling a little maniacally, but was calming down now.

"I'm never really graceful, so don't worry about that!" Sol said, trying to ignore Ulf's comment. She was still wondering, though, why did he say that? She suddenly got a strange mental image: Sol riding an Ulf-horse. Her giggles exploded into very loud and rambunctious laughter. She was laughing so hard she had tears squeezing out of her eyes again! When she finally managed to calm down enough to talk she said, "I'm *hic* sorry, It's almost the full *giggle* moon and that always makes me a little loopy." Ulf was giving a pretty funny look at this point, which made Sol crack up again. Man, she really needed to calm down! I mean, laughing was better than crying or yelling, but this was getting ridiculous!

Edited at 2009-10-09 02:17 am (UTC)
He watched her, for a moment wholly unsure what to do with this situation. Was she hinting that she knew about him with that 'full moon' comment? Or was she serious?

Hell, was she a freakin' vampire?! That'd make a weird kind of sense, since she'd so easily befriended Suguru, but she was sitting quite happily out in the sun...

"Full moon, huh? Not a vampire, are ya~?" Ulf winked broadly, joining in the general chuckling madness. 'If you couldn't beat them, join them' and all that jazz, right? Besides, he figured that maybe Sol was blunt enough to give out a straight answer.
Vampire? What on earth gave him that idea? "Oh, no! I'm a witch!" she giggled, and then completely froze. Her eyes went wide and she started opening and closing her mouth like a fish, trying to figure out what to say. "I... I can't do magic though! That's why nobody back home likes me and I'm here instead of there cuz I'm supposed to be extra powerful but I'm not and... and..." she trailed off. WHY HAD SHE DONE THAT? WHY HAD SHE SAID ANYTHING AT ALL? She was so screwed now, he knew! oh no, oh no... He was going to hate her now!

Sol's knees buckled and she collapsed. "Do you hate me?" She whispered, just barely loud enough for a normal person to be able to hear her. No one needed to know about her. No one. Why had she said anything? WHY WAS SHE SO STUPID?!

Edited at 2009-10-11 03:31 am (UTC)
Ulf wanted coffee to deal with all of this.

He watched Sol's little breakdown with the same bemusement he'd held for most of their conversation, then huffed a sigh and got up to hunker next to her. "Don't cry," he commanded, though his tone was gentle. "I'll feel like such a bully if you cry. Of course I don't hate you. But are you really a witch? What does that mean?"

Witches weren't something he had much experience with. And there was always the chance that she was making this up; he couldn't smell anything 'odd' about her. But she'd said she wasn't any good with it, hadn't she? Maybe that explained it. ARRGH. His brain was starting to hurt.
"Well, I'm supposed to be a witch." Sol said softly, staring at her lap. She picked up a leaf from the ground and started fidgeting with it. "My... my family is obsessed with power and magic, and all our marriages are arranged to strengthen the bloodlines. My parents are both really powerful, and I was supposed to be too, but... but I'm not. I can't do anything. I can't even levitate a pencil..." She sighed, trying not to cry. She didn't want Ulf to feel like a bully, but she was so upset with herself. It wasn't his fault she was an idiot...

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"Hmm, that's sad. Your family looks down on you because of something like that?" This wasn't really an area Ulf knew anything about, either. His family was pretty tolerant of basically everything, and werewolfism was pretty easy-come, easy-go as far as supernatural powers went; it was relatively easy to come by or to get rid of, so long as you knew how. He couldn't really empathise with Sol's plight.

Still, he felt bad that she felt bad. "Do you want to be able to do magic?"
Sol's head snapped up. Would she actually CHOOSE to do magic? was he CRAZY? "NO!!" She screamed, shocked. "I don't EVER want to be able to do magic! If I actually find my magic I... I don't know what I'll do, but I won't go back home! I will NOT give up my freedom, even if it means my family will accept me! I don't want to get all crazy and twisted and EVIL like my mami! NO!"

Sol took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was shaking now, he had just pushed a button he should not have gotten anywhere near. 'It's not his fault, he didn't know.' She thought to herself. 'He doesn't know what will happen to me...'

She looked back at her lap, breathing hard. "I'm sorry." She said, "I shouldn't have yelled. I guess... I guess it's just been rough. I really am sorry." She picked up one shaking hand and brushed some of her hair out of her face. She really wanted to get up and run away, but didn't trust her legs to support her weight. This was one of those days where she wished she had just stayed in bed...

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Magic made you evil? Ulf was pretty sure that there were some good witches or whatever out there. maybe those were sorceresses? He didn't really know. Either way, Sol's vehement denial rang loud in his poor ears and he tried not to wince.

"Well...I'm sorry to have pressed a sore spot?" What the hell else was he supposed to say? He was trying to be nice and understanding and whatnot, but it seemed to keep backfiring on him. No wonder Kokomo'd left. "But lemme get this straight: you hate magic because it makes your family evil or something, but you love your evil family?" He tried to make this work in his head, then realised it was actually easier than he'd first thought. "That's tricky. But I think I kinda get it." Ulf plopped onto his backside with a whuff, squinting up at the sky. "Sucks that it's such a conundrum for ya, though."
Sol was EXHAUSTED all of a sudden. This emotional roller coaster ride had wiped all her energy. She flopped over onto the grass and laid on her back, staring at the beautiful summer sky. "I... I know, I'm sorry, it doesn't make any sense. I love them, I mean, they're family. I... I don't like them, though. And magic doesn't make them evil, really. It's just that... they dabble in everything. Mixed up magic like that, it messes with you." She looked up at the sky, thinking.

Sol turned her head to look at Ulf, "I'm sorry. I really, really am sorry Ulf. I shouldn't have gotten so upset, I just... I can't help it. I've never really talked to anyone about it, you're the only person here who knows." Her eyes went wide at this realization and she panicked a little. "You won't tell anyone, will you? Please don't! Please! PLEASE!" What would she say if he told people? What would she DO? Oh no...

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Well, he supposed that kind of made sense. Ulf wasn't so foolish to believe that all werewolves were as 'nice' as him and his family, after all. There were ones who gave into their bloodhunger. He could sort of understand why; after all, humans were pretty damn tasty. The raw steaks and iron pills didn't quite cut it.

"I'm not gonna tell anybody, don't worry. What's it gonna gain me?" He was only half-joking. Seriously, would anybody really care if Sol was a witch, and a failed one at that? Well, he supposed some people might. Prejudiced jerks.
"Oh! Thank you,thank you!" Sol squealed, her eyes lighting up with gratitude. "I owe you one! Anytime you need something, just let me know, k? I want to make this up to you." She looked up at Ulf's open face and could tell that she had made him uncomfortable during this conversation, if one could really call it that. That wasn't surprising though, she'd made herself uncomfortable too. "And next time we meet, lets have it not be right before the full moon, k? I PROMISE I'm not always this crazy!"

For no reason she could really understand, Sol got up onto her knees and launched herself at Ulf. She wrapped her arms around his midsection, hugging him the way a little kid hugs someone, with her face buried in his chest. "Thank you." She said again, her gratitude muffled by his shirt. She did owe him one, and would find a way to repay him. She would!

Edited at 2009-10-13 05:11 am (UTC)
OH HIS GOD, WAS SHE HITTING ON HIM?!?! Ulf was a little dumbstruck by all these sudden moodshifts. Seriously, women were confusing enough already! "Hahaha, sure. No full moons. I can remember that." After a moment he patted her back lightly...it seemed to be expected.

Still, he had to admit that it was kind of funny, in a nice way. The Japanese were so reserved about casual physical contact when he was used to it being there all the time. He missed it.

Holy sweet Goddamn, he was so homesick at the moment.

"How come the full moon makes you crazy, anyway?"
Sol backed up, though she really wanted to hold on. It was like she could anchor herself emotionally by hanging on to Ulf. She sat back on the grass an arms length away from him, and wrapped her hands around her shins to pull them into her chest as a substitute. She rested her chin on her knees and contemplated his question. "There is a lot of energy around on the full moon, especially magic. I can feel the energy, even if I can't use it. My whole family gets like this, my auntie always calls it PFMS, for 'pre full moon syndrome.' The weirdest part is that on the night of the full moon I can never sleep, but I get all rational and calm. Like, my mind clears or something." She shrugged, which wasn't very effective due to the egg shape she had wrapped herself in. "I think crazy might run in the family." She admitted a little ruefully, but with a small cheeky smile on her face. She was feeling a bit better, now that she knew her secret was safe. She didn't even consider the possibility he might be lying.

...She would have to tell Suguru. If Ulf knew, a person she just met, then her best friend needed to know too. Somehow this didn't fill her with dread the way she expected it to. She knew he would understand. Actually, it was kind of comforting. She didn't like having secrets. They weighed down the soul.

Edited at 2009-10-13 05:41 am (UTC)
Ulf almost told her that excessive hairiness ran in his family, but that felt a little mean. Besides, it'd probably go right over Sol's weird little head anyway. Still, he was glad to see that she'd calmed down a bit. "Ahhh. Like high blood-pressure, or something. The moon-crazy gene! Hahaha. But I wonder why so much weird stuff goes with the full moon? Why is the moon so important to magical shit when it's so far away. It just doesn't make any sense."

Actually, this was something that had always bothered him. There was no logical reason for this to be so!!

Then again, there was no logical reason for there to be gods and spirits and vampires and werewolves, either. Huh! He was such a genius.
"Maybe it's like how the moon controls ocean tides. I'm not sure exactly how that works, but maybe it's the same process or something." Sol's forehead wrinkled in concentration and she thought out loud, "But... that doesn't make that much sense, cuz I'm pretty sure the tides have something to do with the moon's gravity. Why would gravity mess with witches and werewolves and vampires and faeries and trolls and everything? Hummm..."

Okay, now she was just giving herself a headache. This supernatural stuff wasn't really affected by logic, why was she trying to wrap her brain around it logically? bah! She wasn't smart enough for this!

Edited at 2009-10-13 10:21 pm (UTC)