My name is Toby. Toby and that's it. No, I do not have a last name: what is marked on my documents is just a lie, witness the lack of a father in my life, and premature death of my mother. That word does not belong to me, I would not describe ... ... But Délice gods of heaven, is what Délice should accompany my name! Delight ... Like the woman I love, and leading that last name. Like my children, my loving family.
I swear the sky, one day I will be a full Delic. On the day that Christine will be officially and exclusively mine.
The last of a brood of children, - six, as far as I know - I do not know who is my father, only that he spilled his seed for half the town, putting six pregnant different women. One was my mother, another woman who raised me and my siblings.
I can not say that they had horrible childhood, would not be fair to the one who takes care of me, but I knew I was not a child like any other and I suffered. At twelve I had begun to dress in black, listening to doom metal and alienated from the world;
I had few friends, just a couple of classmates and I used to talk to them about my problems. I was like a soap bubble that separated me from everything else.
Then one day the bubble burst.
I was with my brothers in the schoolyard, we were following the match to Jimmy, the second of us in order of age who participated in the tournament interscolastico basketball.
Bored by all those rebounds, I had closed with the i-pod and let your gaze wander from one end of the garden.
Suddenly, two irises particular caught my attention: they were purple!
Purple, a color that I had never seen any girl under the eyelashes, of any person. I was petrified, finally, when I looked at the face that framed his eyes and found it absolutely beautiful, perfect.
continued to fix the girl for a few seconds, then I noticed the excitement on his face, the slight blush on his cheeks and fingers for going to cover the lips - "must be so soft," It occurred to me - every action of our team . I followed the route of his eyes and knew: among many students of our school,
had to like my own brother?
to think well, it was returning to my advantage. If Jimmy had to describe with a word, that word would be "cog *** it" could not see beyond their nose, did not understand the feelings of people - let alone those of girls - And drooled for girls "curvaceous and available" of pornographic magazines was of age, but he had the brain of a hormonal teenager in crisis, so I could not consider a rival. Christine Moreover, although was promptly ignored by my brother, you gave up and he was trying to show off making their way home with him
and out with his group of friends, so I could see it very often is after school, during leisure time.
With the passing of months, I expected to meet fully, I knew his name, address, and even his favorite music! Yet I had never spoken, even by mistake ... It was a love-way, living at a distance, looks full of unrequited hopes and empty. I would have been satisfied with all this, if it had not happened is a fact that made me open my eyes.
One evening, during one of the usual outings with friends, I noticed: he was standing in front of a room, crying, and there was a man who was walking away from her throwing insults of all kinds.
At that time, although I did not understand what had happened, I felt incredible anger rise up in me, my hands are itching and the desire to beat him was almost unbearable. Most fortunately: he had to have twice my years and was well developed physically, while I was skinny and deboluccio: I certainly made a bad impression, finding myself full of bumps and bruises, sparking even ridicule her.
No, she would laugh at me, was not the kind ... But then, I had not yet discovered what his true character.
My friends saw that I was left behind, tried to drag me away, but I, without explanation, I softened them to go and see them as Christine, who meanwhile had apparently walked without a fixed direction . Arriving in front of a store, it seemed foregone: looked around, reached the pay phone and called someone.
After the phone call, seemed to feel better, so I decided to talk to her, but without saying what I saw.
We exchanged a few words, but what for me was the best time in twelve years.
That night I slept. I'm turning in my bed thinking of Christine and making new considerations: I realized that was not enough to observe it more from a distance, I wanted for myself! And not only.
That night I had the proof that I could not control it forever, she had a life and that he would spend without bothering to me, unless I had not enforced and I had not won the right to protect it from all others, especially those like the man who had made her cry that I could not do anything.
But how could I do?
not see her again for a long time the school year was over, my brother and his mates had moved raids across campus to continue their ... "dolce far niente."
She had disappeared from circulation, while I, in the summer, I was thrown into a bad trip which hung around the older brother of my classmate, putting now in light despite my age.
I could classify my peers involved in the space into two categories: the "forced", which they did to earn a living (they were mostly orphans or children of seriously ill people), and "imbeciles "those who were with us just for fun, to try the thrill that many have only found a cool place, behind bars.
I was in the middle: I had a compelling as that of forced, but not breaking the law for stupid things such as personal satisfaction or pass the time, I was being used by these criminals, but at the same time I used them myself. My goal was to be able to find Christine, and they could provide the necessary means.
can point to them as crazy, but try to understand me: I spent the first years of life believing that there was nothing that was worth living - yes, I was a child really too early - and now that I had found one, I think it was normal to hold on to it and your fight with my strength to make it my own.
Other months passed, was now two years since Christine was gone, and my role in the gang had evolved: no longer dealing or smuggling, now participate in the planning and, more rarely, to the implementation of robbery and theft;
was now recognized as the rough diamond of the crack, and many were loyal to me, including the head. It was one of those who, one fine day, I stood before a toothy smile and said: I found it.
I looked at him wide-eyed, I had barely mentioned the topic a couple of nights before, but he seemed to have caught the ball and had started to do a few searches.
Desmond: Nothing difficult, I just check the registration lists of the three campus around here, and here is his name checked off! Media Sciences enogastronomic in full, just marked the third year. I was not even given the satisfaction of throwing down some firewall, server protection status of the university are so obsoleeeete!
I got up suddenly from his chair and went to kiss him on the stubborn half-bald: You mean that you are a genius of crime! Thank you very much, you have no idea of the favor you did to me!
Then I rushed out and reached my house I had to prepare me well for the journey the next day, destination state universities.
The trip was not long, so I arrived early enough to the campus, the first thing I did the rounds that I had imposed Curtney, my adoptive mother, 'Go find your sister, get the brochure for your brother, this delivery, the and that ... It took all morning and early afternoon only to these committees, but it was not a problem because the nervousness of waiting did nothing but increase the desire to see it. And when I had before my eyes, everything began to shine.
Christine Hey, vampire, what the hell are you doing here?!?
I gave her a dirty look and lowered the eyes, looking for an excuse to tell. As I pulled out, with difficulty, some answers to his questions, I could not see what had changed, and what had become even more beautiful. He still had that aspect of a child, but the aura that surrounded the woman showed in all respects. I knew what this meant, I had already noticed in my many classmates.
In that moment I felt the need to escape from there, to go home. But at the same time, I did not want to get away from those beautiful eyes just found. Also ... I also wanted to understand what he thought of me that look strange that I wrote was like a stab wound inflicted in full stomach.
Toby: Listen, can I ask you a question? Has nothing to do with Jimmy.
Christine tell me!
Toby: You see ... There's a girl I like. His name is Chris ... sy, Chrissy, yes. And here ... I think of her, but I do not like it at all. I always look like I'm an alien ... What then, is more or less how I look at all. What do you think?
She jumped, averting his eyes from mine. When he came back to stare, it was with a different look, sorry.
Christine Maybe that's your look ... I mean, a boy your age ...
Toby: I know, should not run tanned in this way. My stepmother repeated it to me all the time.
Christine No, I'm not saying that you should not, but simply that ... well ... you're weird!
Toby: Yeah ... - Here's what he thought of me that I was weird. A rare animal, something to admire, perhaps, but not too close. But then he suggested something that I did not expect.
Christine Look, why do not you come up and give you a system to your hair? Maybe there is a cut that suits you best!
Although I cooked for her, I'm not very inspiring the idea of putting her hand to my hair. Yet when I went out of his room, I was satisfied,
because the last look he gave me was not curiosity or pity. He looked at me as we look at work of which you should be very proud.
store this experience, my life returned to almost every day. At fifteen, however, my house started to close Starmie: the "work" that had to remain secret and the desire to be truly independent, pushed me to look for an apartment of my own.
Meanwhile, something around me was changing: the leaders had abandoned darkest of my closet, while my hair was slowly returning to its natural color, as well as she had advised me;
design that I had had turned into a tattoo done to remember her in the mirror every morning, my muscles were beginning to be felt thanks to the training of intensive "cavalier servant" that I had imposed.
My body, in short, was slowly turning into a small temple dedicated to my personal deity. However, it was this very aspect that instead of removing looks side, drew upon me the attention of many girls, smaller and larger
all promptly ignored in equal measure.
The situation "got worse" with the entry to university: although I chose a fairly small dorm, one of my roommates were four women, all single (or at least would-be).
addition, you can call the university dormitories many ways, but certainly not shrines: a huge bustle of people flocked to the canteen and rest room, the boys invite women as they could - to try to obtain at least a -
and girls were always in "meeting" with their friends than to gossip that other junior or senior.
Sometimes, however, picks up some appreciation on me and, in fact, it was not uncommon for my friends introduced me to some friend happened by chance there for us.
Pamela: Toby, I would like to introduce you Therese! - I said with a broad smile, the brown, closely followed by a hint of red in the face timid. - is not beautiful? Of course, if he had all this flab ...
The thing that made me laugh and infuriate meanwhile, was the way in which they did always nice, and then to demolish my eyes the figures of their "not yet for many "friends, trying to weed competition. Too bad it was totally useless, not because my heart was already the exclusive property of another, as the contempt that this aroused in me.
Therese: Pamela, what are you saying? - She asked the other, with a mortified look.
Toby: To me it looks like you do not have a lot less, my dear.
It gave no hope, but at least I was helping the most vulnerable to revenge on those who believed allies.
In all this, however, I was alone again.
--- To be continued ---
As you can see, the update is very short. = _ = The fact is that tomorrow (or this morning?) I leave for vacation (Yaiiii!! \\ (^ O ^) /), and among the preparations, the meme and updates to read, the translation of the rules of 'apocalypse (I published last week, but I did not have time: I was two paragraphs!>. \u0026lt; Then I stopped to take forward this update ...) and of course the RL, I'm not really able to do more! Last night I also tried to add some photos, but when I appeared before the 'horror fatal error, I have not had the courage to re-open everything and start over ...
So, in order not to leave empty-handed at least two more weeks, I decided to split into three (?) shares this update that, in principle, provides for two.
course, this is an extra episode aims to reveal all, or nearly so, you do not know Toby Ried, our red evil sorcerer. A tale of all those "issues I had left open "to which I referred in the last update! : D I hope no one is disappointed by what is true and Toby in the same way that you can appreciate, if not more. :)
Oh, another thing! Last time I spoke dell'anachronistic spam and there I said something even more inherent updating ... -.- 'So'll put it here. But this time I want to see if anyone has noticed! : D
From the middle of the fourth episode, Toby comes with red hair and adult: a great change, as in the first half of that episode was still teen and platinum! Yet I tell you, Toby had already appeared, and Rosch adult version, before that time. Can anyone tell me when and where? : P Now
close because, as usual, I wrote a scroll of crap! I apologize for the comments made and not read the updates, but the reasons are the same ... So little higher to allow for recovery in a couple of settimanucce! :) Have a good continuation of the summer and see you soon! ^ _ ^ Big kisses!
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