Whoooosh.... pockkk!! The sound of a tennis-sized balled entering a wall was enough to stun the two players, one with black hair, the other blonde, neither sure how what had happened had actually come to pass, neither unable to comprehend it, for, judging by the walls, it had never happened previously... at least not in here.
"Hey, Raven!! What's up with that?? Can't you see that the ball is supposed to simply hit off the wall, not get pounded into it?? What gives??" The man rolled his eyes, growling out his words at the ebony-tressed young woman, watching her for any response. She wiped the sweat from her hazel eyes, shaking her hand to release the perspiration from her skin. Blowing out, she sighed. "I know, I know, Rojarre, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." The woman couldn't offer any other explanation as to why she'd slammed the ball into the wall, embedding it into the hard concrete. It made no sense, but then, her life didn't make much sense, so perhaps that was the reason.
"I guess I'm just letting off steam," she murmured, catching the towel her friend threw her, wiping her forehead. She rolled her neck around, listening for the bones to crack, signaling their realignment, and stretched lithe arms above her head, trying to release the muscle tension. The blond-haired man stepped up to her, rubbing her shoulders, attempting to remove the knots he felt there. "Masouna giving you and Jae problems again?? What is it this time?? You don't put enough of yourselves into your studies, you aren't focusing enough, and shouldn't bother yourselves with other activities?? C'mon, you know you can tell me."
She sighed, shaking her head, as she moved from his hands, trudging to where she'd left her gym bag Reaching up, she rubbed the crystal she born round her neck, the mirror of the rock worn by her brother. Grabbing out two waters, she ported one to Rojarre, who caught' it gracefully, popping the top off. "No, now she's complaining that we're wasting our time on things that are trivial in our lives, compared to what we are. All of this," she gestured to the Rakettobo-ru, or court where a game similar to racquet ball was played, minus the racquets, replaced by telekinesis, "is a distraction to our calling, our gifts are wasted here. Like usual, if we would only give up these childish games..."
The blonde man smiled sarcastically, finishing, "you'd find the true depth of your abilities. I know, that woman never gives up. You know, I don't think she was ever nineteen, I get the feeling that she was born at the age of forty-three, and never experienced the joys of being young. If you don't relieve some of the stress this life gives you, you'll never be able to attain anything more than a permanent migraine. She's just going to have to accept that." This brought a smirk from the young woman, who rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Somehow, Jarre, I doubt she'd see things your way. She's... well, let's just say you're not the best influence on me, neither is Hanvarus the best influence on Jae, as far as she's concerned, and you know it."
Picking up their stuff, the two headed off court, waving to a group of younger kinetics waited their turn. They all waved back, some of the girls giggling as Rojarre flashed one of his megawatt grins. The woman rolled her eyes again, not sure what to do with her friend: throttling him was too nice, and besides, it wouldn't do any good. Throttling never worked when one was racked with laughter. Rojarre slung an arm over his friend's shoulders, pulling her close so he didn't have to worry about being overheard. "Well, Keigharia Seibutsu, I'd have to say I'm probably not either, but then, anyone who looks at your beautifully tantalizing body probably would be viewed the same way." He rubbed up against her suggestively, waiting to see if he could insight a response, and he did.
She pushed away from his, punching him in the shoulder playfully, realizing that anyone who'd ever met him would most likely see him as a player who hadn't a care in the world, for all the talk he gave. In reality, he'd been the one to protect Keigharia, Ari for short, whenever she was without her brother, which, on a world with several different levels of TK, was a necessary thing. True, she and Ijael, her twin brother, were hardly weak, but combined ten or more strong gifts with lads who were told she was off limits, and it certainly helped to have an seven kinetic on her side, whether or not she was a nine or higher.
"You know, if Jae could hear you right then, I think you may have ended up with a black eye. He's not all that fond of you either, but then, how can he be, when he's with your older brother so much of the time?? Besides, I've got to tell you, most women would most likely find perspiration a turn on, but, hun, I'm not most women, so please, before you decide to get friendly again, take a shower, hmm??" Rojarre sneered mockingly, his green eyes twinkling. "Right, I forgot, your panther... I mean, black leopard nose can't take the stench of normal bodily odors. Seeing as how this is the case, I should think then that your own... aroma would be overwhelming your delicate senses."
Anyone walking by would have thought the two were close to enemies by the way they bantered, taunted, and teased one another, though, one look at either's eyes would have revealed the laughter within. "No, I should say, I am quite used to my scents, a cat becomes rather used to them, don't you believe??" Rojarre roared with laughter, as the two headed for the outer courts, where the Vetturas were usually parked. Rojarre's was a shiny black, with silver lining, as well as silvery flames down the sides, marking him as one of the richer families on Irayleu'minmuy. Pressing a button on his hand-held key-pad, he unlocked the doors, opening one for Ari. She smiled teasingly, licking her lips a little before thanking him and laying a huge towel over the seat. He closed the door, and she smiled to herself, shaking her head, knowing as well as he did that any passer-byers would have thought her forward and vixenish, though he knew too well that it was all part of her demeanor as a cat.
He fastened the safety grips into their respective locks, and powered the Vettura to life. Ari turned in her seat, facing him, breathing in the smell of new leather that pervaded her senses. "So, are we having dinner at your quarters or mine??" she asked, as he watched for an airspace to enter into. He reached over, brushing a finger up her bare legs, eyes full of taunt. "Mine, I'm cooking up something you can't resist." She laughed as she fiddled with the dials on the soundboard, until she found her favorite station. A song, popular with many of their age group, though seen as disgraceful by many of the elder generation, began to play, and Ari giggled as Rojarre put the top of the Vettura down. He began to sing, though it was certainly more of a seduction when coupled with the way his hands traced her body, while still trying to keep his eyes on the road. Ari rarely reacted to this when they were driving, because she did believe that staying alive was not an option, it was a requirement. As usual, she slapped his hands away, and as always, he kept coming back to it, using keeping his eyes on the space in front of him as an excuse why he sometimes slipped'.
They arrived at his quarters, Ari humming to the last song they'd heard, moving to the beat as she waited for him to enter the code sequence before he could use the key. The two entered, and Ari wrinkled her nose with disgrace, the scent of dirty laundry, dishes, and other such offal smells hitting her. "Didn't I clean up for you the last time I was here, so you wouldn't have such a mess to go through??" Rojarre shrugged, pushing aside some of the dirty clothes, clean laundry, and various other articles. "So it's been a little while. C'mon, you don't hang around me because I'm a clean freak."
"It's only been three days!! How can one person make such a mess in three days?? Go take your shower, I'll get this cleaned up so you can actually find your way to the kitchen to cook. For heaven's sake, you'd think the only reason you like having me around is to clean up after you." Rojarre's eyes took on a mischievous glint, and stealing up behind her already cleaning figure, wrapped his arms around her waist. "Or... you could come shower with me, and we could clean up afterwards," he murmured, his breath tickling the minuscule hairs on the back of here neck.
"Yeah, right!! In your dreams, loverboy," she shot back, moving out of his grasp, rolling her eyes at him while she continued gathering up dirty dishes he'd unceremoniously left anywhere he could find a space. The nerve of him!! she thought in mock disgust, knowing that, while he was half serious, he wouldn't force her into anything, though she couldn't blame him for trying, the rogue. He turned to sulk into the bathing room, then tossed back over his shoulder, "and for your information, if I only wanted a maid, I could hire one, you know. Your company is, for the most part, more enticing, excluding present moments such as this." Before she could say anything, he was gone from her sight, and she rolled her eyes again, figuring at this rate, she'd have to have a doctor surgically pull them back to the front of her face.
He's only happy when he's getting his way. Another classic example of what happens when you're raised by your parents, she mused, bitter and sad, wishing for all the world that she too were like that, and could claim that her parents were the cause of it.
Ijael
