Te amo

Wrath sighed as he drummed his fingers on the counter. What a turn out for a party... almost no one.

Some great result for his aunt's idea: Pikana's OCs to build better bonds with each other... yeah right. So far it was a complete and total flop. Mainly because of the lousy enviroment and the, really, unpleasant and creepy people.

Wrath was absolutely bored... if not somewhat terrified. Seriously: he wished Pikana never had made her twisted Circus.

Speaking of wishes, Wrath wished Zorbacka Sinclair was there: but she was too busy editing her photos for the Miss OC paegant under the claims that she looked horrible. The older woman was one of the few people of Pikana's OCs that he enjoyed talking with and, for some reason, didn't cause him any physical pain.  

In the corners of the rented hall, he could make out the sihouettes of the Circo De la Luna. Most of them having sex whether against the wall or on the floor. The purplette rolled his eyes. 'Could they be anymore shameless?'  

The usually lonerish OC was now fingering the rim of his cup in time with the music. The music was pure, slower yet upbeat and the air around was warm but not humid. He closed his eyes and tapped to the beat with his other hand before he was suddenly shoved and dropped said glass.

"Hey!"

"In my defense, I didn't think you'd drop it." Wrath couldn't help but smirk. It was the girl who lived on his couch more then she did in her own dysfunctional home. The blue haired girl was standing there with her arms and eyebrows crossed.

"Hey Tyler, what do you want?"

"Why don't you dance, actually do something. Places like these aren't meant to be boring." Tyler flicked his purple bangs away from his violet eyes. The swordsman's mouth half way dropped and dropped his butt back on the grey stool again.

"Dancing? With who and to what music?" he replied almost sarcastically, kicking his boots against the high counter.  

"You can dance with me you know." Tyler offered quietly her face beginning to redden against her tanned skin. The purple haired young male raised his eyebrow and swivelled around to look at her.

"Okay... but I thought you hated dancing."

"I do... kinda; but it's better then watching everyone... you know," Tyler answered, looking anywhere but the violet eyed friend of hers. Her heart fluttered inside and she was widely grinning inwardly. She exhaled almost heavily and watched as Wrath swung his long legs and stood to his full immense height and shook his fluffy purple hair. In all honesty... Tyler found him extremely gorgeous and raised her hand for Wrath to let his rough fingers take hold and be escorted to the poorly lighted dance floor.

Wrath stared at Tyler's invited hand and looked into her crimson eyes which were now half way covered by her adequately cut blonde streaked hair. The Purplette uneasily walked away in front of Tyler, with the girl behind him.

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Once they were at the bare dance floor, Wrath coughed politely trying to hint Tyler he had no idea what to do next. He knew all kinds of ballroom dances but he wasn't quite sure of the one she was trying to get him to do. The mercenary's daughter smiled, shining off her white imperfect teeth, and stood in front of her taller companion, swallowing, feeling herself flush in the dim blue lights and watched as Wrath tensed.

"Relax, we're just gonna dance. No fancy styles... just dance." Wrath nodded, feeling extremely awkward being alone (not counting the stupid lusty circus) and looking back at himself and the shorter female in front of him standing there blushing madly. Tyler pulled her hands over the slender beauty's shoulders and felt Wrath's heart race, his lips parted and his eyebrows knotted, his hands shaking at his sides – not knowing what to do.

"What's wrong Wrath?" Tyler commented taking Wrath's shaking wrists pressing his pale skin together with her own before enwrapped her own hands around the male's. Wrath breathed against their hands and Tyler cocked her head to the side.

"This is so.. awkward, Ty," he breathed. Tyler looked at him dearly and dropping her hands but not letting go. She kept her hands entwined with the purple haired warrior's fingers.

"Just close your eyes, listen to the music kay? After you left... Wrath... well... I partied so much. You missed out." The blue haired girl stated watching his thick eyelashes gracefully land across his sunken white cheek bones. Tyler breathed shakily, feeling her heart race again and being enchanted with Wrath's appearance. The taller male swung Tyler's hands softly letting the nervous sweat warm their palms.  

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Eventually Tyler let go, and Wrath felt his hands empty and guilty. His lungs worked faster. Wrath tried standing straight, his legs almost giving up, but he tried.

Tyler walked around Wrath going to his back side, and gently tickling Wrath's neck with her nose, taking in his scent. Wrath tightened his eyes, keeping them painfully closed and sucking in a tense breath. The  blonde streaked woman rested her jaw on the swordsman's cape hung shoulders and parted her lips.

"Te amo," she breathed huskily. Wrath's eyes fluttered open, widening and his lungs heaving as he felt a pair of hands wrap around his tightly firmed belted waist. "Wrath... I really love you."

"N-no." he squeaked as his friend's fingers gripped the hooks on his black studded belt. He palmed the red eyed teen's hands letting his finger under and trying to signal Tyler to let go. The half blonde didn't seem to comprehend and slid her leg between Wrath's, and the purple haired boy flinched and, without hesitating, pushed her away.

"Don't go." The girl whimpered letting her hands explore Wrath's cheeks.

"I-I won't… but Tyler..." Wrath started. She smirked as she enwrapped her hands across the confused boy's neck beside her. "Tyler, let me go." Nothing. "Please!" The violet eyed male gasped.

"So hot." Then she place her foot in front of the other male's seductively shifting to face him. "I love you." She leaned in for a kiss, her half way closed, and her lips parted his tongue against them. Wrath shook his head and pushed her away.

"Tyler, we can dance but d-don't…" Wrath mumbled his foot stumbling back and Tyler wrapped her arms around the weapon's waist pressing him closer to her abdomen.

"Hmm… don't what?" Tyler asked

"Don't touch me… your hands." Wrath's voice was very cold and serious; and Tyler knew it as her grip loosened around him.

"Why not?" Wrath could clearly hear the pain and hurt leaking out of her voice.

Wrath sighed shakily, letting his fingers slide down her cheeks and he saw the almost forming tears in those light red eyes knowing she was frightened to breathe; Tyler's chest had stopped working as rapid as they had been. "There's someone else."

"But I love you…" Tyler let out finally; her eyes growing glassy as she shook her head letting her bangs hide her bloody orbs. Wrath felt guilty and his heart sank as he saw his close friend begin to die of the tragic misinterpretation. He understood love, didn't fear it yet strived for it. However the thought of Tyler made his mind swirl and body was refusing.

"There's another... but Tyler if you keep going for me... Th-this is going to end our friendship. Please... Tyler." He warned, this time calling the bluenette by her name.

"Wrath, it won't, swear it." she sighed quickly pressing her face near the not complying man's and grabbed his head.

Wrath pushed away and Tyler stared at him in denial, breathing heavily along, her eyes still covered from his bangs. "...I'm sorry. But... we never begun. If you thought so... then we are over. I'm sorry." Wrath pronounced methodically trying to get it through his friend's obviously confused mind.

She frowned. "Why?"

"I told you. Listen. There. Is. Someone. Else." Tyler trembled and Wrath instantly felt even worse for the usually strong teen, "Just... leave me alone..."

"No Wrath! I-I'm sorry, please don't leave me…" she begged asking why it had to be that way.

"I won't leave you, just let me go." he pointed out stepping back, and Tyler released unwillingly.

"What do you mean by 'never begun'? Wrath please don't… you're lying, you're going to leave." she cried and Wrath sighed.

"I don't feel that way." The destructor sighed and continued to step back into the shadows of the seemingly empty hall before he disappeared completely. It took a few moments before she realised he was gone.

Tyler's eyes watered heavily as she fell to her knees and bawled. Not caring who was looking at her.

She loved him... and he understood she did. She opened her heart and he crushed it. Not on purpose which was the worst bit... but so gently... even when she did come on too rough.

"Te amo Wrath... Te amo forever..." she sobbed.