Big Decision! *Private*

Cyra watched Dante for a while. She never would've thought that this was the reason. It just proved how much deeper Dante was than you would think at first sight. She felt honored that he'd taken her with him here. She blushed at the sheer thought of it. She shifted her gaze over to the fishes, not looking at a particular one.

"Was it hard growing up without a father?" She asked quietly. She didn't want too ruin the mood, but this seemed like the right place to ask him about it. She didn't meet her parents much in her childhood because of their jobs, but she couldn't compare it to never ever be able to meet your father. She swallowed hard at this thought.

"I had no one to talk with. My mom was always gone due to being a nurse at the hospital, and she thought I was a good boy who made good desicions. I didn't. Because I grew up without dicipline from a father, I ran into the wrong stuff. I got into drinking, I was having sex by the eigth grade, and much more shit. I was a complete mess. The alcohol intoxicated my mind, and it washed away the pain for a bit. But it never helped. I hit rock bottom badly, and I wish I could've just gaven up then. But I had to make him proud, even if he wasn't with us, so I got my act together. I forced myself to believe that he loved me, but he was away for a business trip, when in reality, he wanted nothing to do with me. I needed him so badly, I just wanted to get attention and affection--just like the other kids! I tried to even commit suicide... But I didn't succeed. As a child, I'd sit alone and wait to hear someone walk in and tuck me in for bed time, just like what Nixon's parents did for him. I was so amazed by this "Tuck in's," as they called it, that I went home excited to try it. But I never got to. My mom came home around 4 every morning from work, then left at 8... I grew up without learning how to change the oil of a car, or, throw a football like the normal kids. It was rough for me, and it hit me so hard. I learned from his pitiful mistakes. When I have a family, I'll never walk out on them. Never. They'd need me like I would need them. Something he didn't think about," Dante spoke fluidly, the hurt rising in his voice. Just then, the waitor came in and asked for what they'd be getting. "Chicken Alfredo," Dante mumbled and looked away. The waitor turned to Cyra with a smile. "And you, ma'am?"

Cyra listened to his story, never looking away from him. She felt a stab of pain in her chest when he mentioned suicide, she had thought of that road many times in her life. She noticed how similar his life had been to hers, with family members absent most of the time, but in a wider range. He had reacted differently than she did though, she never gotten into alcohol or sex. She was about to say something when the waitor came in.

"I'll take a Chicken Alfredo too, thank you." She she said with a pleasant smile, and then turned to Dante. "I'm guessing it's good, since you chose it." She then waited for the waitor to leave the room, and looked sadly at Dante.

"I agree with you. On the part about never walking out on your family." She played with the edge of her skirt.
"My parents were rarely home either. In fact, they worked so late that I never had cooked food unless I cooked it myself. That's why I'm so good at it, I guess." She shrugged. "My point is, I understand how you feel even though you clearly had it worse."

Dante looked up and flashed a smile that was very sad, revealing the pain it brought upon him to throw in the energy to smile. "Yeah well, not everyone is meant to live happpily. I think I'm one of them, and you know what? I'm actually okay with it," he said, chuckling.

His laughter was counterfeit, and very obvious as he laughed to comfort himself. "Can't you see?!" he shouted, abruptly standing up from his chair and holding his hands out to his sides, peering down at her with that disturbing look again. "I act a fool to comfort myself, to hide all the pain. It's like... A drug; I shoot myself up with it, and it feels good," he fluidly walked towards her, but he fell to his knees. "But," he said, looking paranoid, "I don't want that to be my drug, I don't want to keep hiding it," he said slowly and depressingly. He was acting bizarre.

((OOC: Heh, he looks evil again: ))

Spoiler:

What is he doing? He was acting like that again, only this time more bizarre. What if the personnel heard him when he shouted? Cyra didn't know what to say or do, but she rushed to him when he fell to his knees. She sat down on her own knees and folded her arms around his neck. She dragged him closer to her heart and closed her eyes.

"It's going to be okay." She whispered, not knowing what to say. She had never ever met someone wha had acted like this, and she was outright worried.

"Let me be your safety rope."

All of a sudden, he broke down in her safety. He didn't mean to act a fool, as of right now, but everytime he thought of his father, he acted up. It was something he couldn't control. His tears came down so quickly, and his body shuddered lightly from his silent sobs within her hold. How embarrassing; a 17 year older crying over someone who he shouldn't even care about because in the first place, he chose to leave.

He was quick to get her, wrapping her in his arms and pressing her lithe body to his chest. The trembling that shook his body decreased, but still remained as he cried. "I'm so sorry that you have to see me like this, Cyra. You shouldn't have to," he whispered, trying to keep his warm voice even. It was hard, though; he had so much built inside, and it felt extravagent to cry. But he quieted his weakly sobs and looked up, misery in his eyes. Dante placed both of his hands on each side over her face, and pulled her in, smashing his lips softly hers. His eagerness was explainable. Perhaps he was foolish, though the degree of such was yet to be defined. When he pulled away slightly, he just moved to kiss her neck, each kiss brushing his cold breath against her hollow throat. Dante knew that the server wouldn't be in for awhile, so why stop? As his racing heart overpowered every beating sound of hers, his eyes closed, to enjoy the sensation of such passionate moment. His soft lips lowering from the top of her neck down to her collar bones, his fingers brushing her hair to give way for more of his soothing kiss.

Cyra could feel her blouse getting wet from Dantes tears, but she didn't care. Dante really needed to get this out of his system.

"No, you need to do this. Cry your heart out, it will feel better afterwards." She whispered. She would never think lower of him because of something like this. Rather the opposite. "You have feelings just as anyone else. Never forget it. I don't care if you have a cool image or not, but I care if you have feelings." Suddenly he kissed her rather eagerly. She let him, giving his current state. But then he started moving down her neck, and then continued down towards her collar bones! What if someone came in? More importantly, didn't they go through this just recently at her dorm? She gently pushed him away, far enough to look into his face. She carried a sad smile.
"Please don't." She paused, brushing away a quick tear with her finger. "Sorry." She kissed him instead, hoping that he could stay satisfied with that for now. When she withdrew she felt bad. He needed comfort, but she wasn't ready, and she would definetly not do it here. She had to comfort him some other way.

When she said please don't, he pulled away, and stared at her. Didn't they just go through this? He wasn't going to try anything. It was just to her collar bones! When she went to kiss him, he dodged it and got up, helping her up also. "Cyra, I know how it makes you uncomfortable, and that you're not ready. I wasn't going to do anything. It was just to your collar bones. Obviously-" he paused, putting on hand on his hip and the other on his forehead, looking down; his bangs stuck up slightly from his hand pushing it up. "-You don't trust me. I know that you aren't ready, I know." Without looking at her, he walked over to the far fish tank, shoving his hands in his pockets and craning his head up as he stood closer to it.

It hurt, to know that she couldn't quite trust him. But, who couldn't? Nixon, he was the only. Dante understood that she wouldn't be able to trust him much, because of the moron she dated before. Maybe... Just maybe this wasn't a... safe idea, the two of them. Together. He was much different from her, where as to she, she was not quite there yet. The trust issue scared Dante. Just then, the server came in and placed the meals on the table, silently dismissing himself. Dante didn't turn around, he just stared at the fish tank. "Eat, before it gets cold," he said softly. He wasn't very hungry, after crying and feeling like shit now.

"I..." She came to a sudden stop. She knew it, she had made the situation worse again. Why couldn't she talk to people without hurting them. When Dante accused her of not trusting him she felt like she'd been stabbed in her heart. She was still sitting at the floor when the server came in and placed the food on the table. After giving her a queer look he disappeared again.

"Eat, before it gets cold," She understood that he didn't have any appetite anymore, and who could blame him. She didn't either. She sat and beat herself up mentally over and over. Why did she have to hurt him? Why couldn't she be normal, and actually make people happy. Their first day as a couple and she had already ruined it. Frickin ridiculous. It must've been a new record, even for her.

"Sorry. You must be getting second thoughts about this now, aren't you?" She whispered, not even sure if he heard her or not. Had she made the wrong choice earlier today? And even worse, after asking him not to hurt her, she ended up hurting both him and herself. Hypocrite, she blamed herself.

"Cyra, don't beat yourself up. Right now, you're showing a sign of a weakling, and I know you are better than that. You aren't one, if you choose not to be. Either you can stand up and be strong, or you can stay on your knees and beg nicely to the wishing of taking back. And you can't wish to take back, because the damage is already done..." he said, turning away from the fish tank and walking towards the table, where the food was still hot.

He began to eat, and looked up, wearing a faint smile. "Will you please come eat with me, beautiful?" he asked, forcing himself to eat. When he went to swallow, he had so much trouble; only because he wasn't hungry, and the food felt out of place in his throat. He felt bad, for everything he's ever done. He knew she was hurting, and it was mainly his fault, and that, they both knew for a fact. He decided that he'd just pretend everything was okay, drop her off at home, and then go let out his anger at his dorm. Or maybe drive around to clear his thoughts. He was thinking about going to a bar, abd getting drunk. But then he'd crash on his Ducati... If he did... Wouldn't the pain no longer exist...?

Cyra nodded and rose. She sat down in her chair and looked down on her food, taking her first bite. She wanted to exclaim Oh! This is really good, you know how to pick your food! or something like that, but it would seem really wierd in the current situation. She held her tears for now, but when she got home she would probably
cry herself to sleep. She needed to start trusting Dante from now on. It couldn't be that hard, right? After all, she doubted that he even could hurt her more than she had already done herself. There was one question that she wanted to know the answer to though, and she wondered if she dared ask.

"Dante?" She asked. Oh well, say A and you'll have to say B. They needed something to talk about anyways. Anything would suffice. "Why did you fall for me of all girls?" Noticing herself how depressed that sounded, she quickly added. "It's not that we're much alike, and I don't have good looks. What was it that made you fall for me?"

Dante chewed silently, his fork clinking against his plate. At first, he wasn't sure hoe to answer it. "... You remind me of one of my ex girlfriends, Misa. Except, you're way prettier than she was. But, it scares me. You act just like her, but so much better. It's hard to explain. You make me feel good about myself, like you actually like me. All the other girls used me because of my image. They didn't care if I brought them flowers, or whatever. Whenever they saw other girls, they'd quickly kiss me as to show them that I was with them. Every single one used me. You patch up the holes that I have... I feel... Whole, for once..." he spoke softly, not looking up at her. "I feel safe yet secure around you..." he mumbled, shoving a fork full of pasta into his mouth to shut up.

Cyra played with her fork in the pasta. "There's no "like" I actually like you. I do like you, alot. Whenever I'm with you I feel like I can be myself without needing to think twice in case anything I say or do can be used against me." She got a painful look on her face before she continued. This had happened so many times before. It was hard not being able to say what you wanted just to avoid getting beaten. "You see me for what I am, but don't dislike me because of it. That has only happened twice in my life before. On top of that, you're so sweet to me. Even though I end up saying the wrong things, you stay. That has only happened once before." She looked up at him and blushed with a startled face. She had started rambling again. "Oh God, I'm rambling. Sorry." She said quickly, shoving some pasta in her mouth.

He chuckled, and soon, it became a laughter. It was so cute how she rambled and stammered. All of a sudden, his laughter was cut off by an abhorenced noice, and he began to choke. Lifting his hand up to his chest, he clenched it and punched his chest very hard. The sad thing about Dante was, he didn't know his own strength... He looked up, finally swallowing and taking large gulps of his drink. Since it was sparkling water, he turned his face to the side and spit it out, coughing. "Ugh..." he muttered, wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand.

He looked back at Cyra, and flashed a creepy but friendly smile, his lips curling upward slightly. "Sorry about that babe," he said, chuckling slightly and rubbing the back of his head. "But coming back to what you said, I wouldn't leave for anything that ridiculous. Trust is something we can work on, and if we have a problem, we'll work it out together. That simple," he said, looking up at her and charmingly smile.

Cyra was halfway up from her chair when Dante punched his chest. "Are you okay?!" She almost shouted, then noticed that he in fact was okay. She sighed deep and fell back into her chair.

"Yes, we'll work on it." She repeated. How understanding he was. Or was he pretending? No, she would trust him on this one, for starters. That was the least she could do. She just loved when he smiled like that. It gave her an undescribable feeling, almost a need for her to kiss him.

"This is really good, by the way." She said while moving another fork toward her mouth. Once she'd swallowed she smiled wholeheartedly, that is until she saw that she had spilt some on her blouse and skirt.

"Oh, crap!" She reached for a napkin to remove it before it got too absorbed by the fabric.

Dante smirked, placing his hands on his plate, and with one slight flick of his wrist, the plate was sent to the side and crashed onto the ground, the food spilling everywhere and the plate shattering. He ignored it and placed his elbows on the table, locking his fingers together and resting his chin upon then. "Yeah, yeah. I know," he saud with a wink. He's tried every single dish on the menu, that's how many times he's been here.

Just then, she saw that she got some on her blouse. He wanted to help out so badly, but he couldn't. It was on her blouse and he didn't want her to think that... Looking away, he said, "Make sure your fingers don't touch the stain, the oil from your fingers will just make it worse." She should know why he didn't help out.. When he looked back at her, he quickly licked his lips to make sure he had got all the Alfredo sauce off, and he had.

Cyra froze as Dante shattered the plate. Why would he do that? Did she say something wrong that made him do it?

"Did I say something?" She asked cautiously, still trying to wipe away the stain. It wouldn't come off fully. She gave up, throwing the napkin at the table. Her favourite top, no less.

"No, no. It was in the way," he said, looking at her as if he did something wrong. He blinked twice, looking at her blankly. Then it hit him. "Oh, right. This is your first time here. Well, this restaurant is very high starred and smancy, and they only use their plates once. They always use a new set everytime. Very cautious about germs and stuff," he said, smiling at her, a wink following afterwards.

"C'mon, do it. It feels good!" he said, his voice cheerful and excited. It was, and it did bring fun to whom ever did it. Now he understood why people did it in movies. Wasn't so bad, afterall. "Its a shame that your blouse got ruined. Perhaps I give you money to get a new one, perhaps... Wardrobe?" he suggested, placing his hands behind his head, his elbows sticking out at the sides and he leaning back into his chair.

Cyra looked down at her plate. It seemed like an awfully meaningless waste of such a nice plate. She shook her head and finally closed her eyes, as if the plate would explode, and pushed it over the edge of the table. She shivered as she heard it shatter. It was against her principles to do something like this.

"No, it might still come off if I wash it tonight. Otherwise I'll just buy a new one myself. If I'm so clumsy that I ruin it myself, then I'll pay for a new one myself too. Thanks though." She added the last part knowing how Dante loved treating her to stuff, but she couldn't let him pay everything. It wouldn't be right of her to do that. She sigheda and leaned back in her chair. She was full, even though she didn't have any appetite before. She looked down on the shattered plates.

"What an odd way to do dishes." She said, not to anyone in particular.

"Tell me about it..." Dante muttered, reaching into his pocket and taking out a fifty and a twenty dollar bill, placing it into the bill and hoping Cyra didn't see. He rose from his chair, smiled at Cyra, and held out his hand. Charmingly, he smiled bigger, really showing how happy he was at the moment. "Ready?" he asked politely, waiting.

A server then came in, grabbing the bill and placing it in their black, small apron. They shuffled towards the mess and began to pick it up, throwing away the glass and food into a garbage can on wheels that they had wheeled into here with them. In no time, the carpet was spotless, not a shred of glass or speak of Alfredo sauce, noodles, etc. Dante watched and grinned, being impressed. His hand was still outstretched across the table, waiting for her soft touch to take over his hand.

Cyra grabbed his hand and rose with a big smile. She was greatly impressed by the servers skill. She stood on her toes and dragged his chin down so she could kiss him. She was careful as to not let the stain touch his shirt. It was unnecessary to cause more damage.

"Yes, thank you so much." She understood that this had been really expensive, but she decided that she didn't want to know. She was going to let Dante pay for some things at least, he did seem to enjoy doing that. She then placed herself close to him and started walking outside.

"Thanks!" She threw to the server as well, who returned a big smile.

Kaylee stared at the Ducati in awe. "Unbelievable..." She whisper to herself. She ran her index finger over her perfectly engraved initials, pulled together by a heart with his, just below the seat. She grinned stepping over the bike, her mind filling with past memories they had shared together. Warmth flowed through her, and she had to admit to herself that she had not gotten over him, and acctually, she wasn't exactly sure why they had suddently stopped talking. She thought that he was beginning to fall for her as hard as she was for him. She shook her head, easily refilling it with all of the great memories. She gently slipped her foot under the stand and lifted it from the ground and slipped one of them onto the foot rest, the other still resting on the ground. She quickly started it, and keeping it in neutral, loudly revved it up. She shifted it into gear and raced out of the parking garage, and suddently stopping on the side walk in front of the restuarant. She snapped down the kickstand, and sat with both legs now facing the door. She had one leg crossed over the other, her palms flatly on the seat by her thighs and her arms against her sides, her shoulders slightly hunching forward. The made sure her shirt was down and fixed her hair, while also pulling her beanie back into place as well. As Dante and the girl exited, Kaylee failed to noticed her. All she could think about was him, a playful smile took over her face. "Well, hello stranger!" and spoke in a melodic voice, brought on by a memory she was thinking of. "I knew I'd find you snooping around here." He was the only one who could bring out the girly side of her Tom-boy self. She waited, eyes loked on him, for his reaction.

Dante was smiling when he walked out with Cyra; with his height and how he was built lean but muscular, he looked like greek god. His honey brown hair gently motioned in the wispy fingers of the cool night air, gently brushing into his cerulean blue eyes. They randomly flashed from Cyra's face to up ahead, stopping dead in his tracks, his heart stopping.

There, sitting on his Ducati was something rather marvelous, something so delicate yet roaming around with a devilish smile that could make someone's heart combust--in a good way, that is. It was... "K-K-Kay...lee..." he stammered, his words hardly heard. His hand slipped out of Cyra's, he taking a small but cautious step towards the girl before him. What if this was.. a dream? But why would she come now? His heart felt as if it was going to plummit out of his hollow chest, his breathes becoming shorter and harder to take.

Blasphemy! She had died in a car crash two years ago, and he was sure of it! He coudln't go to her funeral due to being in North Carolina at the time, so he was completely devastated. Coming back to reality and, staring in shock, he swallowed back the thick saliva and managed to clear his throat. Before he knew it, he broke into a sprint and ran towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and scooping her up, swinging her around. She felt so real and warm in his safe arms, the feeling waving through his system. The feeling of memories that he very so much cherished.

This, with what happened next, was uncalled for. Not knowing what to do, tears swelled up in his eyes, and he held her tighter, crying in joy. "Kaylee! Y-you're actually here!" he said, his voice shaking and breaking. Placing her back down gently and carefully, he gripped her biceps and looked into her eyes, tears sauntering down his cheeks. Happy tears, were they? Who knew. He didn't. "I swear to fucking god you died!" he yelled, his voice stern yet... insecure?

Cyra didn't know what to make of all this. She couldn't help but to feel slightly abandoned when Dante ran towards the other girl, the one he called Kaylee. Who was this girl? They seemed to know each other pretty well. Dante even started crying again, which generated some odd looks from people around them. I guess he didn't let it all out before, she thought, saddened and for some odd reason jealous that he cried in the arms of the new girl. She took a steo back hand put her hands behind her back, fixating her gaze on the ground. She had to use all of her willpower not to barge in as she used to. She didn't want to make things worse again, so she decided to stand back and let things develop by themselves.

Being held in his arms made the blood beneath her checks boil, flushing scarlet. She had the hugest crush on him and was pretty much infatuated with Dante. She smiled, clasping her hands around his neck as he swung her around and giggled. Kaylee leaned in closely towards his face, her large blue eyes looking into his. It's been two years since she's seen him, and he was even hotter now! The butterflies in her stomach fluttered quickly, and before she knew it, the fun was all gone as he placed her back down. He was so tall! Kaylee had to crane her neck up a little to see his face, feeling his hands grip her arms. She blushed, her lips parted and not knowing what to say as he spoke to her. And to know that he was crying for her? Ah-dorable! If he wasn't holding her back, she would have glomped him and snuggled with him like the old days! Or... press her lips to his... His words pulled her away from her train of thoughts, or more like wantings. "No silly, I didn't die! Do I look dead? Hehe," she said cutely, giggling afterwards. He was concerned about her, so she got out of his strong hold and wound her arms around his torso. Beneath his thin button up shirt, she could feel each muscular ab he had, placing her cheek against his chest as she stood on the tip of her toes and smiling, blushing. "Dante... It's been a very long time..."