Sporting Grounds 1

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An area to play sports

(My mom is being mean to me. I have to do things myself from now on. Cook, clean, get myself to school and back.)

Ame shrugged, "We aren't related in anyway. What's your brother's name?" she asked. She leaned back on the palms of her hands, "By mature-thinking you mean....?"

(-still munching my strawberry cake- ah, life. Lol)

"His name's Vladimir." he shifted sideward. "And I said he's more mature because he's so much involved with the family business and things like that." he smiled. Then turned to her. "Wait, I thought he's your twin? But you're not related to each other?"

(lol your such a dork!)

Ame shook her head, "No. We just look alike. I have no brothers nor do I have sisters. My mother and I fight like we are sisters. She threw me here so she could get rid of me." she said looking to the side, "She is out looking for a mate so she can be rich while she forgets about me."

(thanks. I'll take that as a compliment. lol)

Vertigo blinked unsure he was hearing the right thing. "Wait, is it okay for you to talk to me about those? We just met a while ago." he smiled.

She sighed, "It's best for others to know your past. I don't have that big of a past. That was pretty much it besides the fact that I've been around the world." she said laughing nervously.

Vertigo sat up and turned at her. "Do you.. hate her then?" he asked.

She glared at nothing, "You say that, yes. In some ways. She has done nothing for me. All she wants is a rock on her finger." she sighed and closed her eyes, "Everything will come down at the end. Crashing."

Vertigo listened intently. And when she finished, he reached out and gently took the blue rose he gave her. "Cheer up." he looked at it and ran his finger across the petals. The color changed into pink. "I prefer your cheerful face." he smiled and gave it to her.

Ame looked at the rose and took it, "Pink stands for love." she said before looking at Vertigo, "Vertigo, how did you do that?" she asked. She touched the rose and smiled, "It's pretty."

Vertigo chuckled. "A magician never reveals his tricks." he winked. He looked at his hand. "Roses are absolutely pretty when they have the brightest color." he smiled. "But for me," he ran two fingers across his hand, then closed his palm and gently pulled the fingers out, revealing a black rose. "This is my favorite." he smiled.

Ame reached out a hand to touch the black rose, "Black roses are the rarest of all." she said before looking up at him, "How are you doing that? I really want to know." she said grinning.

Vertigo chuckled and patted her head gently. "It's my forte. I've been doing it since I was a child so I'm basically already good at it." he smiled. "This is the newest one I learned." He looked at the black rose, then clapped his hands and waved it in the air, making the petals engulf in black flames, yet the whole flower didn't burn to ashes. Then the color of the rose turned from black to blue as the flames slowly died. He chuckled. "Yes, that's the power of us magicians." he smiled.

(sorry. I would love to talk to you more, but unfortunately I have to go to bed now. it's already past midnight here and I still have to wake up early tomorrow. good night. ^^)

Her mouth dropped, "That's so cool!" she said before looking at Vertigo, "What else can you do?" she asked smiling. She was starting to feel like a child again, "Eto, I am sure you can do other things."

(It's okay. I'll be awake when you get up lol)

Vertigo smiled. "Aside from rose tricks? Hmm. I can play the violin rather well. And average with piano and drums." he chuckled. "I'm also into sports. How about you?" he asked.

"Uwah~ Vertigo! Your talented!" she said smiling, "I can give great advice and tend to injured people." She blushed slightly, "I can also sing."

Vertigo's face slightly enlightened. "Ah, so you're a passive type of a person then. I like those.'' he smiled, trying not to look like he's flirting or something.

Ame looked away, "It's just embarrassing to say that I can sing, that's all." she said in a light tone. She glanced his way, "By passive you mean what?"

Vertigo tilted his head. "Hmm, how should I put it. You're not that into aggressive things. Singing is passive, as well as tending on someone's injuries. An example of an aggressive type are those associated with Dancing, or other strenuous and bold activities. You get what I mean?" he chuckled.

Ame tapped her chin, "Eto, I would say I am about in the middle." she said in thought. She shrugged, "So you like passive people?"

(=_= really tired...)

(what happened? lol^^)

Vertigo smiled. "Yep. Because I always like having to be the one to act. You know what I mean again?" he chuckled.

She flailed her arms and stared at Vertigo with big blue eyes. "Your confusing me with your words!" she said before laying on the ground. She sighed in frustration, "Explain please..."


(It's TO early in the morning for me! =3= someone poked me and I can't sleep.)

"Okay, let put it this way. For example, this guy and an aggressive girl. They like each other, but since the girl is aggressive, she confesses first and always takes the lead. Where as, this guy and a passive girl. They like each other, and the guy confesses first. Everything is then more natural and romantic."

He looked at her and scratched his head. "Something like that. You get it now?" he chuckled.

Ame nodded, "I get it now..." she said. She closed her eyes, "So you like passive girls." she said. Ame turned over to were she could look at him. She smiled, "Uwah, Vertigo is awesome. You know a lot of things."

Vertigo shrugged. "That's only basic stuff though." he looked over to her. "Why, which type do you prefer then?"