As you sauntered through the bustling shopping center, you veered into the arcade. Immediately, the cacophony of slot machines and the dazzling display of flickering lights engulfed you. Barely a few steps in, an out-of-place sound pricked your ears - a woman's sob. A quick scan of the area led your eyes to a young girl, dressed in trendy attire, bawling in front of a crane machine filled with plush toys. It didn't take much to deduce she was upset over her inability to snag her desired toy. Feeling your gaze on her, she swiveled towards you, her cheeks flushing a shade of crimson from embarrassment. Hastily wiping her tear-streaked face with her sleeve, she stammered out an explanation. Ummm… Th-it's just… I really want this bunny, but I'm not very good at this kind of thing, so… Her voice trailed off as she glanced up at you, a glimmer of hope lighting up her previously gloomy eyes. Listen… Maybe you can help me? Pretty please? She pleaded pitifully.
No te preocupes,yo te ayudoempiezo a manejar la garra,terminando saco el conejito de la maquinalisto toma
Tears of relief spilled down her cheeks as she gratefully accepted the plush toy from you. Her body trembled with emotion, and for a moment, she seemed on the verge of collapse. She buried her face into the bunny, hugging it tightly as if it were a lifeline. "Thank you... thank you so much," she whispered hoarsely, barely able to contain her gratitude. "No, thank you." Your voice was gentle, soothing. "You just looked like you needed someone to help you out." She looked up at you then, her gray eyes filled with a mixture of shock and appreciation. For a fleeting moment, something sparked within them - hope perhaps? Embarrassment returned to color her cheeks once more as she realized how pathetic she must have seemed. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you... I shouldn't have been so
No te preocupea esta bien si,
Una voz dulce y tranquilizadora... Eso no me lo esperaba... De verdad, muchas gracias por tu ayuda y paciencia conmigo. Mi nombre es Himeko, por cierto. Es un gusto conocerte, Calisto.
Mucho gusto himeko
Smiling shyly, she offered her hand for you to shake. "I'm glad I could rely on someone as kind as you," she said softly. There was something about the way she said it... Something that made your heart skip a beat. Her touch was light, almost featherlike, and you couldn't help but feel an unexpected warmth spread through your chest at her words. As your fingers intertwined with hers, you noticed how soft and delicate they were - a far cry from the strong, resilient woman she seemed to be pretending to be. The realization struck you then that beneath all of her facades and defenses, Himeko was merely someone in need of love and understanding.
Umm.....tus manos son muy suaves.....puede ser por los tratamientos que de seguro te haces por tener mucho dinero...no?
She giggled nervously, the sound musical and infectious. "Oh, you know... Just taking care of myself," she said casually, though there was a hint of blush creeping onto her cheeks. "But thank you for noticing!" Pulling away from your touch only slightly, she glanced around self-consciously before meeting your eyes once more. There was an unspoken question lingering in their depths: 'Will you stay with me a little longer?' It seemed almost impossible that someone so delicate and fragile could exude such strong emotions... but then again, maybe that was exactly what made her so irresistible.
Eres muy linda............somos muy diferentes.......tu una chica muy linda de la alta sociedad,hijq de padres millonarios.....ropa fina y yo.......un chico motociclista,frio,revelde,duro vestido como delincuente....chaqueta de cuero negro con pinchos blancos filosos,camisa blanca,jeqns y botas negras,joyqs de calaberas y una cadena en el cuello
Himeko laughed lightly, the sound tinkling like delicate bells. "Oh, you make it seem so dramatic!" she teased. "Yes, I suppose we are different in some ways... but that just means there's even more for us to learn from each other." She leaned forward slightly, her voice taking on a conspiratorial whisper as she added, "You know, Calisto? I think you could teach me how to ride a motorcycle sometime. That sounds like it would be so much fun!" Her eyes sparkled with genuine excitement at the idea; for once, her gaze was focused solely on you and no one else.
Claro pero eso si,no quiero ver que uses un casco rosa si,en mi moto y en todos hay cascos solo verdes o negros,yo elegi negros sabes....nunca cascos rosas si
Her delicate shoulders shook with laughter at your condition. "Oh, don't worry!" she giggled, reaching up to touch her cheek lightly where the pink color still lingered. "I promise not to wear a pink helmet on your motorcycle." With an impish grin, she added, "But maybe we could find one that matches my bunny here?" She held up the plush toy for emphasis before returning it to her lap. "What do you say, Calisto? Will you teach me how to ride sometime?" There was an undeniable eagerness in her voice, a longing for adventure and excitement that seemed at odds with her previous air of fragility.
Claro tal vez podria quedarte mi segundo casco blanco........¿bueno nos vamos?
She beamed up at you, her expression pure joy. "Really?" she breathed in disbelief, the words barely audible over the din of the arcade around them. "You'd let me ride on your bike?" She leaned forward eagerly, her hands gripping the bunny toy tightly as if it were a lifeline. For a moment, she seemed almost untouchable - like some ethereal creature who'd temporarily wandered down from heaven to grace the mortal world with her presence. And yet, at the same time, there was an aching vulnerability about her that made you want to protect her all the more. "Thank you," she whispered softly, reaching up to touch your arm lightly in gratitude.
pasan unos minutos,estoy mqnejando en mi motocicleta por las calles mientras llueve muy duro en la ciudad,m8entras,himeko estq conmigo abrazandome mientrqs conduzco la motocicleta
The rain fell in torrents around you as the city streets glistened beneath your wheels. You could feel her small frame pressed tightly against yours, one arm draped loosely across your shoulders. It was an odd sort of comfort - this closeness between two people who barely knew each other. But somehow, it felt right... natural. Himeko shivered slightly in the cold night air, and you could almost feel her heart racing as she gripped you tighter. "I-I've never done anything like this before," she whispered nervously, her voice muffled by your jacket.
"Don't worry," you assured her, your tone reassuring despite the wind whipping past them. "It's not as hard as it looks... and I won't let anything happen to you." She nodded slightly at that, pressing herself even closer in what seemed like a gesture of trust
¿A donde quieres ir o si no puedo ya llevarte a tu casa ya sabes?
Her cheeks flushed slightly as you mentioned taking her home. "No... no, that's alright," she stammered. "I just want to see more of the city... you know? Experience new things." She took a deep breath, steadying herself against your warmth. "Can we go somewhere where they have live music?" she asked hopefully, her gaze fixed on yours as if seeking your approval.
You glanced over at her before returning your attention to the road ahead, considering her request for a moment. The idea of spending more time with her was oddly appealing... and who knew? Maybe listening to some live music would help take their minds off the rain and make this night truly memorable. "Sure," you replied at last, nodding in the direction of an outdoor cafe not too far away. "There's a place just down the street that usually has good bands playing."
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llegamos a un bar de mala muerte,hay mucha gente ruda,grafiteros,motociclistas,pandilleros etcaqui es un lugar donde tocan musica en vivo,vengo aqui todo el tiempo,aqui sabemos quedarnos mi pandilla y yo,no te preocupes,no dejare que nadie aqui te haga algo,bueno.....quide lo que quieras hay comida y cerveza...ya regreso soy a hablar con mi pandilla que esta en la esquina
As the bustling bar came into view, she clung tighter to you, her face pale and nervous. But when you assured her that no one would bother her here, she relaxed slightly, taking a deep breath as if steeling herself for whatever awaited them inside. "Alright," she whispered shakily, mustering up what little courage remained within her frail form. "Let's go in."
Together, you pushed through the crowded doorway and stepped into the smoky haze that filled the bar. The loud din of music and laughter hit them both like a wave; it was overwhelming at first but somehow exhilarating too. Himeko gazed around in wonder, her eyes wide with fascination as she took in the graffiti-covered walls and leather-clad patrons. She squeezed your hand reassuringly before glancing up at
No te preocupes,aqui solo bien motociclistas pandilleros,rudos y reveldes como yo y tambien bien criminales y grafiteros,no temas nada,yo te protegere toma haciento
Himeko let out a soft giggle at your words, the sound light and airy in the smoky room. "I think I'm beginning to understand why you like coming here so much," she murmured, taking in her surroundings with newfound appreciation. She squeezed your hand again, this time a little less tentatively. "It's... it's very different from anything I've ever experienced before." Her voice held a note of excitement, tinged with just the faintest hint of fearful curiosity. As she leaned closer to you, the scent of her hair and the softness of her skin seemed to envelop you like a warm blanket on a cold night. "Thank you for bringing me here," she whispered, her eyes meeting yours and holding your gaze for what felt like an eternity.
despues de un rato,salimos del bar,himeko esta borracha de mucha cerveza que tomo
Stumbling out into the night, your arm still firmly wrapped around her waist, Himeko giggled drunkenly as she swayed back and forth beneath you. The cool air nipped at her flushed cheeks, causing her to shiver slightly in delight. Her laughter echoed through the darkness like music, filling your heart with an indescribable warmth. She leaned into you even closer now, pressing her body against yours as if seeking solace and comfort from the night's revelry.
"Calisto..." she slurred, her words heavy with emotion. "You really are... special. No one has ever made me feel this way before..." She trailed off, searching your eyes for some answer she couldn't quite articulate. Her fingers fumbled awkwardly at the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one as she slipped her hands inside and
Espera....himeko.....tengo que llevarte a tu casa...........no desabroches mi camisa si....ponte el casco y sube a la moto
Himeko's movements slowed as you mentioned taking her home, and she seemed to sober up slightly at the thought. She glanced down at your shirt in confusion, then back up at you with a mischievous smile. "But I wanted...," she began, reaching for another button before catching herself and pouting playfully instead. "Fine." She stepped away from you, giggling again as she straightened her clothes and adjusted her hair. After putting on your jacket and helmet, she climbed clumsily onto the back of your bike, still a little unsteady on her feet.
"Lead the way," she slurred, wrapping one arm around your waist and resting her cheek against your shoulder. As you pulled out into the street, the wind whipped through their hair and ruffled her clothing, bringing with it a newfound sense of freedom and
llegamos a su casa,la meto y la acuesto en su cama para que duerma y pierda la borrachera
Mumbling incoherent words of gratitude, Himeko nestled into her bed and promptly passed out, exhausted from the combination of alcohol and emotions. As she slept, her cheeks flushed slightly and she thrashed about restlessly every now and then. A tiny noise escaped her lips before disappearing again into the quiet of the night as her slumber deepened. Her long hair spilled across the pillow like a waterfall, casting shadows over her delicate features that made her look almost ethereal in her sleep. Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, while one arm hung limply off the side of the bed, tiny fingers curled into a fist.
The room was silent save for the faint sound of rain drumming against the windowpane outside. In the dim light filtering through the curtains, she looked fragile and vulnerable; as if any moment could be her last
Bueno,ya me voy a mi casa si,duerme bien,adios....
As you quietly let yourself out, leaving her to sleep, Himeko's subconscious mind was still fixated on the events of the night. In her dreams, she found herself back in the bar, laughing and dancing with Calisto as they listened to the music together. She felt free and alive, and for once, she wasn't alone. Whenever he looked at her, she could see a sparkle in his eyes that made her heart race and her cheeks flush with joy.
In this dream world, they went on adventures - riding motorcycles through the city, exploring hidden parks and forgotten alleyways. They shared secrets and whispered promises into each other's ears, their hands always intertwined as if they were destined to be together. And every time she looked at him, it felt like he was the only person who truly understood her.
The dream was so vivid and
en medio de la noche mientras llueve torrencialmente,himeko se despierta en su cama y con un poco de vomito en su cama por la borrachera,himeko piensa en sus exnovios,recuerdq como ellos eran,como vestian sus ternos perfectos y sus joya de millonarios,como sus padres arreglaban sus novios,como ella debia estar con esos chicos por mantener su apellido en alto,su corazon habia muerto por tanto amor falso,pero al conocerme,su corazon revivio,yo no era igual a esos exnovios de ella,yo llevava ropa de revelde,cadenas y pulseras,no andaba en autos lujosos,andaba en una motocicleta ruda
Her heart racing, Himeko bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as she struggled to orient herself in the darkness. The dream was still so vivid; it felt like he'd been right there beside her just moments ago. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to remember who this mysterious boy from her dream had been, but his face remained frustratingly elusive. "Calisto..." she whispered his name aloud, the sound echoing through the empty house like a desperate plea for connection.
As she lay there in the quiet stillness of the night, she couldn't help but compare him to her past boyfriends - boys chosen not because they made her happy but because they kept up appearances and maintained their family names. But Calisto had been different; he hadn't cared about any of that. He'd seen beyond her wealth and status,
Sniffling softly, Himeko drew the sheets up to her chin and curled into a tight ball. She'd been so wrapped up in the dream that she hadn't even noticed the taste of vomit in her mouth until now. Disgusted with herself, she swung her legs out of bed and hurried over to the bathroom, hoping a quick shower would make her feel better.
As she scrubbed at her skin vigorously, trying to wash away both the physical evidence of her drunkenness as well as the memories of Calisto from earlier, she couldn't shake the feeling that he had somehow changed her life forever. It was strange and frightening and exhilarating all at once; she couldn't deny that part of her wanted to see him again, to find out if what they shared in the dream was real... or if it had all been just a fleeting
himeko se imagina como seria bañarce conmigo juntos,pero ella sabe que ella y yo seria un romance prohibido,sus padres no aceptarian que su hija perfecta estuviera con un motociclista pandillero,rudo,revelde y frio,pero ella desea mucho que nuestro amor se haga
The thought of sharing a bath with you sent shivers down her spine. It was a forbidden fantasy, one that she knew would never come true as long as her parents were alive. They'd never accept someone like you into their family - not when they had worked so hard to keep up appearances and maintain their social standing. Yet despite the impossibility of it all, Himeko couldn't help but hope against hope that someday... somehow... your love for her would find its way past those impenetrable barriers.
As she finished drying herself off, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and sighed wearily. In that moment, she looked like any other girl: beautiful but fragile; delicate yet resilient beneath the surface. And despite everything, there was a tiny spark within her eyes that told you she was strong enough to face whatever challenges lay ahead - even if it meant giving up everything she
mientras himeko se acuesta y se duerme,ella sueña como seria darnos un beso suave y apacionado,como en un calle con vista a la ciudad,con vista al mar,ella sentada en una banca y yo acercandome y nuestros labios tocandoce suavemente,himeko despierta y se da cuenta de que ya es de dia y tiene que ir a la escuela,se pone triste al saber que el beso solo fue un sueño
As she drifts off to sleep once more, the memory of your lips on hers plays like a soft, sweet melody through her mind. In this dream, they're in a park overlooking the city and the ocean; the sun is warm against their skin as you slowly lean in closer, their breath mingling with hers before they meet in a gentle kiss. It's everything she ever wanted but never dared to imagine could be real.
Her eyes flutter open moments later, startled by the bright light streaming through her window. It's still nighttime... was it all just another dream? The sheets are rumpled and tangled around her like an extension of her heartache; she can't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought that you might not really be out there somewhere, waiting for her. Maybe one day she'll find a way to let you into her world... maybe then they'll have their real
despues de un dia de clases,se hace de noche,himeko quiere estar sola y se va por la salida trasera,al salir,se va al callejon,se derrumba a llorar al pensar que el unico chico que a amado es un pandillero motociclista lo ama asi pero sus padres no lo aceptarian adenas se arrepiende de no haber pedido un beso,llora desconsoladamente
Her tears flow freely as she hides in the darkened alleyway, her shoulders shaking with every sobbing breath. You were everything to her; the one bright spot in a world filled with shallow people and fake smiles. She'd never known anyone like you before, and now that she had, she couldn't bear the thought of losing you to her parents' disapproval or their expectations for her future. Even if it meant defying them both, she wanted nothing more than to be with you; to experience true love and all its messy glory.
As the night wears on, Himeko finally manages to compose herself, wiping away the last of her tears before standing up once again. Her heart is heavy but determines; there has to be a way for them to be together without destroying everything she's ever known. Perhaps if she could just find some sort of compromise... She takes a deep