As Different as the Elements [Zane]

[clairezeyeden]

[atrb=style, border: 5px solid #e0c2c4;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px][bg=f8f8f8][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/15nrrqt.jpg][style=margin:10px; background: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; font-face: century gothic; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #939393; font-size: 25pt; border: dotted 1px #939393; padding: 3px;]HE STOLE MY HEART ![/style][style=margin:10px; background: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; font-face:arial; font-size: 7pt; text-shadow: 0.5px 0.5px 0.5px #393939; border: dotted 1px #939393; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; padding: 2px;word-spacing:1px;]HE STOLE MY HEART AND RIPPED IT APART, NOT EVEN LOOKING BACK. NO SUCH HAPPY ENDING FOR ME. BUT WHO KNEW IT'D END LIKE THIS WHERE I CRY ENDLESSLY. NOT EVEN AN I'M SORRY, JUST A STRAIGHT UP GOODBYE. NO LIE -SO TELL ME I'M A FOOL AND CLOSE YOUR EYES AS I WALK AWAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/style][style=width: 240px; margin-left: 10px;height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; background: #ffffff; border: dotted 1px #939393; opacity: 0.7; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;] Was it really already morning? Paprika's nose twitched as she looked up towards the window just above the bed. The sky was a mixture of grays and white flakes of snow were falling from the sky. It also happened to be a little chilly in the room itself. not as much thanks to the heat, but still cold. She hopped from Claire's side of the bed and onto the window sill, soon joined by Pepper that had been sleeping at the foot of the bed. Each of them marveled at the tiny flakes that fell from above, with this being both of their first times experiencing snow, they were absolutely ecstatic about it. Paprika glanced down below them to where their trainer was still sleeping. However, she wasn't by herself. Claire's breathing was shallow and even as she rested snugly against her...well, he wasn't exactly someone you would call a boyfriend, but him. Zane, a boy who Paprika and Pepper only knew came into her life about two months ago. Her head was tucked just under his chin, one of her hands clenched loosely at his back. With how close she slept to Zane almost every night (When they weren't fighting), it was easy for Paprika to take up a majority of her side. Claire managed to open her eyes slowly, for a minute closing them again and cuddling against Zane. After a while, she opened them again and carefully untangled herself from Zane in order to not wake him up. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes with the silk of her white pajama shirt and stood up, thankful the carpets here were actually carpets, and not wood like she had experienced before in the Inn she used to stay in. It had been like this for those two months. Sometimes, Claire had no idea how she had managed to put herself in this situation. Zane was indeed not her boyfriend, and in fact she was convinced if anything, he barley liked her as a friend at times. He could be sweet, he could be okay, and then he could be a totally bitter jerk. Yet somehow she had found herself falling for him. It was a dangerous thing to do indeed, since he himself had no emotions. Love, all that touchy feely stuff, none of it. Okay, so maybe he was more of the touchy part than anything else, but right now Claire didn't want to think of some of the things they did behind closed doors. No, that would completely shame her family if they ever found out. She sighed and moved into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and combed out her long black hair, taking a minute to tie it up with her signature blue ribbon. Maybe it wasn't signature, but she liked it. Heading back out of the bathroom, she turned to look at Zane again. Two months... and she was already technically living with him, though he had no romantic feelings towards her, to her knowledge? Of course he knew she liked him romantically, and as far as she knew that didn't help either. "Come here Pappy." she whispered, urging the blue and tan mouse to jump from the window sill and to run into her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed. She took a brush carefully to the electric mouse's fur, brushing at the sleek coat absently as she lost herself in her thoughts. Of course, it started out as pretending. She had pretended to be dating him, Zane, in order to get her parents to stop sending her to marriage interviews. Her father was definitely not pleased with it, and neither was Zane's father pleased with him...but that was the other reason they had done it, the reason which hadn't helped Zane's matters at all. Though, her Step-mother was delighted, and had been urging her in those two months, to let her meet the 'Lucky man'. She had stopped taking the calls, but she knew she couldn't do that forever. They'd have to meet Zane eventually. But it'd be painful. Why? To have her parents somehow approve of him, and it all being an act anyway. They weren't even an item! She knew they'd never get married whether her parents approved of him or not. He didn't love her... Not that her feelings were so strong she could call them love completely, but she was really beginning to fall hard. "Mi Mi!" Paprika muttered as Claire pushed down a little too hard with the brush. Thje room was still dim, the only light coming from the crack in thee door Claire had left to the bathroom, so she had to be extra careful not to brush any of the super knotty areas hard...however this wasn't what had happened in her attempt to brush Paprika, so she must have slipped and hit one. "Oh I'm really sorry..." Claire whispered again, releasing her Minun to go sit on the bed while Pepper took his turn of brushing, with Claire being much carefuller not to slip into her thoughts this time around. [/style][style=width: 100px;border: solid 10px #b3b2ae; background: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px;height: 100px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; float: right; margin-top: -422px; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=width: 118px;border: dotted 1px #939393; background: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px;height: 250px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; float: right; margin-top: -290px; opacity: 0.7; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-bottom: 20px solid #7b585b;]n o t e s Fyahahaha w o r d s 850 t a g g e d Michael as Zane~ m u s e I like to think it's alive. c r e d i t s ralts of ote! [/style]

[zane]

Zane despite Claire's trying not to had woken up the second she removed her weight and warmth from his shirtless body. He however refused to open his eyes and instead laid there with his eyes closed in thought. Thought about how much his life had changed in the last two months, and its not like the change bothered him why would it bother him? He got to have sex with a very attractive lady pretty much anytime he wanted to, all he had to do was seduce her. While a part of him was truly only keeping Claire for the sex, another part of him one that...felt a little when they were together wanted her around for another reason. What that reason was Zane couldn't really tell, but it sure did seem like it had something to do with...actually liking her.

Which was weird, he had no emotions. He didn't feel happiness, he didn't feel sadness, he didn't get mad, and he didn't fall in love. Yet here this girl was despite everything he had told her, and done to her. She was here to stay and maybe that was why he was so use to her by now, he kept trying to push her away but she kept coming back in. She kept trying to prove something to him, kept...worrying about him when his dad hit him, kept putting up with his abusive words. She just kept coming back to him...and Zane didn't know why.

He finally forced his eyes open when he heard her Minun let out cry of pain from her brushing its fur too hard. Yet...he still didn't say anything he kept his icy blue eyes starting at the ceiling above him, his mouth twitched as if he wanted to say something but he didn't. It wasn't until Claire said that she was sorry that Zane sat up and looked at her, in her silk pj's that fit her so well. He found himself looking over the curves in her body that silk only seem to help make more noticeable. He'd have tried to seduce her but knew it was pointless with the Pokemon out, she didn't want to scar them. "I thought you weren't suppose to be mean to your Pokemon." Zane said his voice as void of emotion as ever. The teen slid himself out of bed his long silver hair falling down onto his face as he made his way towards the bathroom. He forced a smile on his face as an idea came into his head, as he walked past Claire and her Pokemon he let his shorts fall to the ground and kept walking naked into the bathroom.

Once inside he shut the door and moved into the shower part of the bathroom, he turned the water on hot and let its powerful jets of hot water hit is body. He closed his eyes as it did so, relaxing his body as the water fell across his body. His body while muscular was littler with scars and bruises that had yet to heal all the way, a side effect of the physical abuse his father put him through.

Once he had finished washing himself he walked back into the bedroom area of his hotel room a towel wrapped around his body, and his hair soaking wet. Bits of water from his hair dripped onto the floor, he looked over at Claire as he made his way towards his bag which held his clothes. "I have a meeting with my father today. I was wondering if you'd like to go with and meet the man I call dad." a deadly idea if Claire was unable to keep her mouth shut.

Zane dried off slowly...teasing Claire and being mean to he Pokemon before putting on his clothes. He looked back towards the girl who was sharing his hotel room with him, "Just remember if you are coming...control your mouth I don't want him hitting you." why did he care if she got hit? Zane sighed this girl did things to him, that he was sure his father wouldn't be proud about.

[clairezeyeden]

[atrb=style, border: 5px solid #e0c2c4;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px][bg=f8f8f8][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/15nrrqt.jpg][style=margin:10px; background: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; font-face: century gothic; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #939393; font-size: 25pt; border: dotted 1px #939393; padding: 3px;]HE STOLE MY HEART ![/style][style=margin:10px; background: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; font-face:arial; font-size: 7pt; text-shadow: 0.5px 0.5px 0.5px #393939; border: dotted 1px #939393; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; padding: 2px;word-spacing:1px;]HE STOLE MY HEART AND RIPPED IT APART, NOT EVEN LOOKING BACK. NO SUCH HAPPY ENDING FOR ME. BUT WHO KNEW IT'D END LIKE THIS WHERE I CRY ENDLESSLY. NOT EVEN AN I'M SORRY, JUST A STRAIGHT UP GOODBYE. NO LIE -SO TELL ME I'M A FOOL AND CLOSE YOUR EYES AS I WALK AWAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/style][style=width: 240px; margin-left: 10px;height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; background: #ffffff; border: dotted 1px #939393; opacity: 0.7; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;] Claire had been doing okay with Pepper. His fur had been coming up nice and smooth, no kinks in it. But that was just because Pepper tended to keep himself tangle free, while Paprika got into everything and anything she could find. Claire sighed as she inspected his fur one last time and let him hop onto the bed beside his other friend. As Zane's silky yet emotionless voice caught her attention, she nodded as she watched him get out of bed. "Yeah, the point isn't to hurt them. That was just a slip up." she answered blandly. Her clear blue gaze followed his form in the slight darkness, but it was a perfect time for him to let his shorts drop. A dark blush painting its way onto her face, she sputtered random words of distraction to her Pokemon and threw the blanket on her side of the bed over them, causing the two to panic and flail around in the soft fabric. She glared at Zane as he entered the bathroom, but her eyes shamefully followed him still, because his body was nothing to be ashamed of. "Hey stupid. you lost something!" She called as the door shut, mumbling as she finally let go of the covers and two small heads poked their way out, gasping for air. They shook their now re-ruffled fur out and then stared up at Claire as she was still watching the bathroom door in silence. She let a sigh escape her lips quietly. It was always teasing with him... He always knew just how to get her attention and he always, always got her extremely flustered in one way or another. When he appeared again with a towel wrapped around his body and hair, she looked down as he passed by to get his clothes, mentioning another meeting with his father. Ah, so it was one of those, and he wanted her to come with him this time. "Oh, you mean that bag of crap you call a father?" She would admit, she had let that slip. As he dried off again (and very slowly, for that matter) she once again forced her Pokemon to turn around, and had to Physically turn Pepper around herself when the confused mouse caught Zane's form in the dim room. She walked back over to where he was and once he was dressed, listened to his warning about controlling herself. "I can try Zane but I don't know... your father is someone I'd like to beat repeatedly with a bad and leave in the middle of Ilex Forest, hungry, alone and-" she decided to cut herself off, clearing her throat as she sifted through her bag for suitable clothing. Once she found something, she slipped it out and continued. "But I'll go. I'd like to meet him." she mentioned darkly as she moved into the other corner of the room. removing her Pajamas, she applied whatever she needed to and slipped on a white tank top followed by a light gray jacket. Next, she changed into a blue ruffled skirt, with thicker leggings underneath to keep her warm enough.. These weren't normally things Claire liked wearing. No, she hated them, but she knew already, Zane's father didn't approve of their...relationship. So she couldn't just dress in the baggier clothing she usually liked to wear. fumbling with her small gold stud earrings, she turned back to look at herself in the mirror and frowned a bit. "Who knew I could actually dress like a girl?" She questioned aloud to Zane before finishing her outfit with a necklace that her own father had given to her. At least the clothes were more form fitting than most of the stuff she normally wore during the day. Walking back over to Zane, she lightly wrapped her arms around his neck, a slight shiver running through her semi-slender form. She was nervous about this to say the least, but she would have much rather gone with him than stayed. "Do you want to eat something first or should we just go? I'm not really hungry so we can leave anytime you want..." she mumbled quietly, yet loudly enough for him to hear. [/style][style=width: 100px;border: solid 10px #b3b2ae; background: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px;height: 100px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; float: right; margin-top: -422px; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=width: 118px;border: dotted 1px #939393; background: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px;height: 250px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; float: right; margin-top: -290px; opacity: 0.7; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-bottom: 20px solid #7b585b;]n o t e s Fyahahaha w o r d s 701 t a g g e d Michael as Zane~ m u s e I like to think it's alive. c r e d i t s ralts of ote! [/style]

[zane]

Her reaction to his clothing dropping and his slow drying were priceless, and while he was sure she wasn't going to admit it she enjoyed staring at him naked. Just like he enjoy not only teasing her but also holding onto her. He wasn't sure why he liked holding her close, but he did he enjoyed it when there two bodies were so close together and he could feel her heart beating against his chest. Zane was by no means romantic you could as Claire that he had no once done a single romantic thing for her, but for some reason in the back of his mind he knew that was romance.

He sighed lightly when she refereed to his father as a bag of crap, and let his icy blue eyes roll around. He knew that Claire hated his father for the way that he had raised him, and he also knew she hated when he left to go on meetings with him. Because he normally came back to her with bruises, like the one time she had to help him to the hotel because his father had taken a bat to his legs. Zane...didn't feel anything while it was happening, and he didn't feel anything like pain after. At least according to him he didn't if you were to ask Claire, he was clearly in pain. They ended up sleeping on the floor next to each other that night, what would have been a sweet moment to anyone else...was just a moment to Zane.

"Yes, him." was all Zane said in reply to her question, he turned around to face as she began to rant about what she'd like to do to his father. Another emotionless sigh escaped Zane's lips as she went on, and while he could have drowned her out Zane found himself listening to her rant until she cut herself off. "Control that's all I'm asking you to do. If you make through the meeting without snapping out on him, maybe you'll get lucky he'll stop hitting me as much." he let that comment roll off his tongue like it was something normal to say.

It wasn't and Zane knew it, but as far as he was concerned it was normal to him. He had spent most of his life dealing with abuse, and he was sure he was going to spend the last two years of his teenage life dealing with it as well. He watched pull clothes out of her bag, and confirm that she was willing to go meet his father. "Good, because he's actually been wanting to meet the girl whose keeping me away from my training." and with that said Zane watched as Claire let her pj's drop off and start to put on clothes.

He stared, examining every inch of her body as she put her clothes on. Zane couldn't help but realize he had his hands and mouth pretty much all over it, and in a way...she was his. The idea of her actually being or sleeping with someone else...made Zane feel a little something..but it was faint. He shook his head tossing whatever it was out, and forced a smile on his face.

"You actually make a somewhat nice looking girl." he spoke his voice still so lackluster, she walked over and draped her arms around his neck and Zane forced another smile on his face. He didn’t know why he even bothered to force things like smiles and laughs; it wasn’t like he really meant them. ”I’m not hungry either, besides…my father is going to want us to eat with him. So it’s better if we don’t fill up on food.” spoke Zane as he leaned forward and placed a soft yet firmly kiss on Claire’s lips. “We should get going now.” he said, as he broke from Claire’s hold of him and let out Bella from her Pokeball .

The small yellow mouse only glared at Claire as it made its way onto of Zane’s head, Bell the Pikachu didn’t like Claire. She didn’t like anyone but Zane, and for that reason anyone who wanted to get close to him was her enemy.

Zane slung his backpack over his shoulder and head for the door to the hotel, where he turned the doorknob and walked outside waiting for Claire to follow after him

[clairezeyeden]

[atrb=style, border: 5px solid #e0c2c4;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px][bg=f8f8f8][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/15nrrqt.jpg][style=margin:10px; background: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; font-face: century gothic; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #939393; font-size: 25pt; border: dotted 1px #939393; padding: 3px;]HE STOLE MY HEART ![/style][style=margin:10px; background: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; font-face:arial; font-size: 7pt; text-shadow: 0.5px 0.5px 0.5px #393939; border: dotted 1px #939393; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; padding: 2px;word-spacing:1px;]HE STOLE MY HEART AND RIPPED IT APART, NOT EVEN LOOKING BACK. NO SUCH HAPPY ENDING FOR ME. BUT WHO KNEW IT'D END LIKE THIS WHERE I CRY ENDLESSLY. NOT EVEN AN I'M SORRY, JUST A STRAIGHT UP GOODBYE. NO LIE -SO TELL ME I'M A FOOL AND CLOSE YOUR EYES AS I WALK AWAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/style][style=width: 240px; margin-left: 10px;height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; background: #ffffff; border: dotted 1px #939393; opacity: 0.7; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;] She released his neck easily when he broke her hold, slightly disappointed as he called out his Pikachu, Bella. She didn't know much about the Pikachu, but she did know that she hated her. Claire had been an object of the yellow mouse's hate for quite a bit now. Though, now, she just had fun with it. She walked over to her bag again and took her winter coat from the top of it, throwing on a scarf with it. Paprika and Pepper each darted over her, clambering up her body so one rested in the hood of her jacket and the other on her shoulder. At they weren't that heavy, being so small. She was lucky her father hadn't started her with a Wailmer or something. She smiled innocently at Bella, as if she had no idea just how much the Pikachu hated her, and then slipped an arm around Zane's, nuzzling softly against it. Even if he had no emotions, it was fun to mess with Bella. The best part was if she tried to shock her, the attack would most likely re-routed to her own electric Pokemon's charged bodied, who drew that stuff in like a magnet. Could it still shock her? Sure, but it wouldn't hurt nearly as much as it could. "Well let's go then." Claire said sweetly as they'd begin to walk towards the door. Once actually in the hallway, Claire looked around. It was still early, so a lot of people would still be asleep. Pepper, who was the one hanging out in her hood, watched their backs and them getting farther and farther from the room as Claire and Zane walked. Sitting in the hood was fun! Outside though, both of Claire's Pokemon clambered off of her and into the snow, marveling at how cold it was under their paws. Paprika ever buried her face in it. Claire let go of Zane's arm and laughed, running after them and stopping to stand in the center of their playing. "You guys like that huh? That's what we call snow." she explained as the delighted Pokemon rolled around in the snow. Chuckling again, Claire picked up some of the snow in her hands and tossed it at Paprika, making the startled creature stop and stare at it before brightening and grinning. "Come on now, we don't have time to fool around my loves." She mentioned. Each of them shook themselves of the snow on them and clambered back onto Claire, pressing their wet cheeks against hers. "A-Ah! You guys are freezing!" she laughed, reaching her hands up to pat their sides. the snow crunched under her shoes as they continued on, and she let Zane lead since she...had no idea where she was going. Glancing up at him, she knew this snow probably wasn't as pretty to him as it was to her. She watched as a Sentret or so scurried by, and she finally slipped her arm around Zane's again, resting her head against him. "You know, I've always wondered why Pokemon don't change fur colors for different seasons..." She murmured, shivering as some of the flakes hit her face. Becoming silent again, she slipped into thought. What was Zane's father going to be like...? Would he hate her even more once he saw her? But what she worried about most was if he hit Zane while they were there. She told Zane she'd hold her tongue but if he got hit in front of her she wasn't so sure she was going to be able to do that. "Princey, where are we heading anyway?" She questioned, using the simple pet name she had chosen for him. It used to be something she called him especially to annoy him, but it just turned into an actual nickname in the end. But...she was curious. Just where were they off too? They'd be in public? These were all the kinds of questions that swam around in her brain. [/style][style=width: 100px;border: solid 10px #b3b2ae; background: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px;height: 100px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; float: right; margin-top: -422px; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=width: 118px;border: dotted 1px #939393; background: #ffffff; margin-right: 10px;height: 250px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 5px; float: right; margin-top: -290px; opacity: 0.7; font-face: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-bottom: 20px solid #7b585b;]n o t e s Fyahahaha w o r d s 663 t a g g e d Michael as Zane~ m u s e I like to think it's alive. c r e d i t s ralts of ote! [/style]