Visell Meets Dedestra

Early in high-school, Visell met an upper class-man named Dahali Dhanathi Dedestra. Dahli became infatuated with Visell's antics and morals. She admired how Visell would go out of her way to help others even if it was in a brash, reckless, abrasive, and brutal fashion. She started sneaking around and following Visell. She would take pictures of her and journal her day, study her. Visell started to notice the tall mocha-skinned, Afro-headed girl in the background.
One after school evening (around 3:00 pm), Visell was walking around the courtyard looking for trouble as usual when she says the camera flash from Dahali's camera from behind the school's mascot statue. Visell promptly turned and yelled "hey". Dahali started to blush and fumbled with her camera. Before she could even unbutton her bag. Visell was standing on the cylindrical base of the state - dust, and rocks marking her path behind her. streams of electricity arching around her feet. eyes widen for a second then return to the stale squinty state as she looks right into the short little horned girl's blood-red eyes, their foreheads pressed together. She opens her mouth to speak but is stalled by Visell's sudden snatch of her camera. Visell steps backs and belts "What the hell were you doing with this huh ?!" Trying to spy on me for those Super-bitches or something, Tell them to lay off before their boy toys have to pay the piper. Cant really pinch them. they cry so damn much, and if they start to cry I will!" She mutters and rants in hushed tones as she inspects the camera.
Clutching her bag to her chest with a relaxed grip, she lets a short chuckle escape her deadpan face, closing her eyes with a sharp faithful inhale she verbosely asserts interrupting Visells rant "Would you like to get Mochi with me?" Visell stops dead in her tracks mid-sentence. Slack-jawed and blushing. A look of shock. Dahali covers her mouth for a second and then says "I know a delightful Mochi-ice cream shop a few blocks from my home. Would you care to accompany me, S-Symown?" Dahali says extending her arm for a handshake, Visell looks at her hand, Bug-eyed, then Scowls at her as she limply thumps the camera into her hand.
She standing straight up, elevated by the statue's base, towering over Dahali, She leans over the Solemn, Afro-headed girl, staring daggers at her. Dahali's heart races in contrast to her unnerved icy eyes gaze into Visell's burning scowl, frozen in place. TENSION. Dedestra naturally tries to break eye contact Her eyes are swayed by the sight of Visell's bosom contained so firmly yet emphasized by her sports bra, She quickly returns her gaze to Visell's eyes [Less risky]
After a handful of seconds, Visell steps back and says "You really mean it!? Holy shit, You're serious(!), I'm . . . yeah, I'd like to go! but This isn't some sick prank or something, I get enough crap day today! She says with a pout, crossing her arms, turning her head away."
Dahli sighs in relief "No, I'm most certainly not affiliated with the so-called "Super . . . "b-words". I feel your quite fascinating and I feel this is a valuable opportunity to pick your brain as opposed to taking your pic. To be honest, seeing you rushing in to help people and defend the honor of our young school house damsels has proved."  Blush . . . "Captivating(!) . . . I'm quite the fan." Visell's blush grows deeper "C-Cool, Sure. . . I mean I've uh kicked enough loser ass for the day, I could use a treat! We should get going then" Visell confidently utters while stretches attempting to suppresses her teenage heart's excitement. As she hops down and looks up at Dahli. Noticing she stands just a little above her chin. 
"Wow. . . you're. . . tall. . ." She says mesmerized by her height, gazing at her towering afro as she notices that reddish tint. Dedestra adds as they start walking "And you're . . . strangely charming in a hard to articulate manner." Visell cracks a small smirk "Hm, Charming Enough for you to buy my Mochi, huh, Zempai?" Dahali's eyes cast down "Well . . .I don't really. . . " Visell snarks with a play full smirk "It's the least you can do for all the espionage." Dahali goes silent as they walk to the bus stop.
They arrive at The Mochi shop and start to converse as Dahali initiates her line of questioning. "Well at first the pictures were for an article I was writing called the "School Yard Devil: Brutal Bully or Campus Savior." About the strange first-year student that goes around saving her classmates in need with her fist! In all honesty, I desired the article to be neutral at the very worst, despite nagging from the Journalism club's president. I became I bit fascinated. You see our President wanted a hit piece since you accosted his friend even though the boy in question was attempting to use a Journalism club camera to sneak pictures of the girl locker-room when you caught him so he got what he deserved in my view."
Visell "Oh Diro!? Damn straight! That perv-clown! " She boasts putting her feet on the table "Though If I could turn invisible" She blushes "it would cross my mind . . .fo' real fo' real . . ." she says matter-of-factly blushing intensely and fiddling with her hair. "Enchanting. . ." Dahli says sarcastically with a slight grin. Visell frazzled "But I mean I wouldn't do it! Father taught me to respect a women's privacy and vulnerability, especially while she's changing!" Dahali inquires "Is this related to why you never fight women?"
"Yep! Visell replies confidently "Never fight a woman unless she is truly willing to die for her convictions, Even though women's words can cut deeper than any blade." But I'm also not just gonna take their shit either! So I pinch 'em or scare 'em." Visell says with casual-cool confidence crossing her legs, and  Dahli mutters in incoherent whispers while franticly taking notes. Visell inquiries "And what are you writing, Zempai ?" Dahli Quickly replies, "Just some notes," She looks up at Visell "Now your Father teaches you a lot of lessons based on chivalry it seems- Tell me a bit about that or him for that matter. Visell ponders looking out the window. "Well . . . certainly wasn't a gentleman, He was Honorable. The Greatest Warrior on Mars, The mind behind the Zumurai party." Dahali Jumps "oh a lawless child of the law . . ." as she writes in her journal Visell scoffs "One could say." "I'm assuming that your father is no longer with us." Visell "Can we(!) *Sigh* Let's change the subject, please, I can talk about what he taught me." Dahali clears her throat "Of course." She says sliding a tray of Mochi toward Visell. 
"It is very unusual that he would teach theses lessons to a girl. . . you are female, correct?" Dahali points out. Visell scoffs and raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "Duh! Ha! Can't you tell by my enticing beauty. . .and the crop top . . .and the tits." Dahali clears her throat after, embarrassed remembering the eyeful of her breast she caught early. "Hm, I know you're being facetious but You and I both know that sexual biology doesn't mean much these days, at least in terms of self-actualization". She asserts with a little smile as she scribbles in her notes. "Touché, Tall Zempai, Touché" Visell snarks as she leans back in her chair.
Dahali follows up with "And you are attracted to women as well, correct ?" Visell looks narrows her eyes a bit as she blushes "Hm. Yeah, uh, Kinda thought it was apparent from my previous locker-room comment but Yeah. *sigh* I'm sure, you know that dumb-ass nickname those Super-Bitches call me" She raises her voice "Miss Gay Pride from a traitor's thighs!" Her scowl deeps as she ruffles her hair "GEEZ! You know, They can talk as much shit about me they want but when you bring my family into, It's blood love, and honor shit! No two ways about it! Those fricken, plastic, heartless cunts are lucky I don't hit chicks because I'd Freakin' Bury Them!(!)"
Visell growls looking at her clenched fists. Dahali writing in her journal and says with a sigh "The feelings mutual on that, But you seem to indicate you're standard of pacifism towards women that don't extend to your self, Why?"
Dahli goes ignored. she brings her head up to see Visell growling animistically, her sharp teeth bared -on display as small sparks of electricity pop from her knuckles. Breathing heavy, in muttering tones" They need to be taught a lesson, How they disrespect him, they couldn't even match my power, I'd have them begging for mercy in two moves (!!!)" Shards of electricity sail through her rising hair! Dahali bucks "Symown!" Visell snaps back "WHAT!?" She slams her fist on the table, her horns grow slightly. The rest of the restaurant is silent and stares, the 3rd rate Bossa-nova Muzak eats the silence. Visell's eyes dart around the room and blush she stands up, her chair scraps across the floor.
"Fuck are ya'll staring at? Eat you damn Mochi and mind your goddamn business, Nosey, Vulture fu-!" Dahali interjects still writing in her journal, eyes cast down, raising her voice with a politician like diction. "What my young confidant, Is struggling to say is we Apologies for the outburst. The young students are so. . . one may say, passionate, are they not?" She punctuates with a genuine smirk turned cheeky by comedic timing. Some of the patrons snicker and go back to eating. Visell stands fist clenched, eyes widened with surprise, She starts to Blush and pout as she plops back down and crosses her arms. Dahali brings her eyes up to meet Visell's you are quite passionate aren't you?" Visell snarks and Fidgets "Pfft, No . . .yes. . . I-I mean, I'm just, Uh!" She shuts her eyes, ruffles her hair violently, growling in frustration, working herself up again.
Visell's tantrum comes to a halt as she feels soft pressure on her lips, the scent of dark chocolate and mint permeates hers her airways "Calm down, honestly, it's a tad bit adorable . . ." Dahali says gingerly pressing a piece of mochi to her lips. Visell stares at Dahali leaned over the table, her cold stare freezes her eyes in place. she looks at the way the setting sun adorns her face, The shine in her brown eyes, her thick lips, and her instances narrow gaze, stunned, bewitched, enraptured. The harsh pounding in her chest from frustration turns into a nervous fluttering of the heart. Her breathing turns from a doggish pant to deep and longing breaths. Dahali playful giggles a bit "try it, it's chocolate." Visell takes a bite. Her eyes lit up at the taste and Dahali's striking visage. "How is it, Somis-Kuna?" (Bonshigii Honorific for young female meaning "Cutie") Visell Swallows, still staring, stutters and stammers "Hey, Y-You know it really good, I, uh, really dig Chocolate." Dahali uses her thumb to wipe some chocolate from the corner of her mouth. Visell starts to blush intensely.
Her young eyes trail down Dahali's body arched over the table. Her gaze slowly drifting from her towering, powerful, knotty, Afro as she traces the little, curves dips, ebbs, and waves, twisting like an anguished sea from some old folktale her mom may know. Her profound but, that piercing glare keeps stealing her attention. Visell, her smooth skin, down closer and closer to her pronounced, bosom conspicuously outlined by a fitted turtleneck sweater. All the while feeling her warm hand cradle her jaw as the warmth leaves her face she steals a glance at her lush lips hanging just slightly open. 
Dahali softly grasps Visell's chin with her index finger and thumb to tilt her head up softly and salaciously says "Now. . ." Visell's cheeks rich with blood, tracing her every elegant motion. She tightly closes her eyes and slightly contorts her mouth into a kissing position only for another Mochi to be pressed against it to her lips to her disappointed shock! 
"While you enjoy that vanilla one we can continue with our questions." She says in her businesswoman manner as she starts writing in her notes, detail her observations. Visell eats the Mochi with a shy, pout on her face as she watched Dahali start writing, Mesmerized by her beauty and her calm, cerebral nature. Dahali quickly lifts her hand alternate to her mouth and lightly licks her thumb. Visell's heart jumps [She licked the same finger she smudged the chocolate off my mouth with! Did . . . Did we just indirect kiss!?] Dahali inquires "Are you ready for more questions, Symown-kuna?" Visell jumps out of her own head! "Ahem, oh, yeah, ready when you are." She says as she nibbles on vanilla. 
[Vanilla, Mint, and Chocolate . . . why does it kinda suit her? Well, she's stable . . . calm, like vanilla, it's not bland but it's an alike classic flavor, nothing to fancy but, like, you can always come back to it, you can count on it . . .





Dahali's head cranes up promptly! "My apologies! I just realized I'm fully aware of your name, but I have neglected to tell you mine. Allow yet She places her on her chest as she stands straight military style. "Greeting! I'm Dahali Dhanthi Dedestra, third year at Jukuzuro High, It's a pleasure to interview you. You may call me Dedestra as it's what most people call me." She bows slightly before sitting backdown Visell is entranced by her quiet dignity and grace. She produces a closed eye blush. "Damn, That's a really pretty name. Buuut probably just gonna keep calling you Zempai, if that's cool with you." Dedestra scoff. "I don't see the harm in it. And in turn, I'll keep calling you by your given names instead of that odd, nickname of yours- Visell. Visell defiantly states "oh, come on! It's a dope name, besides it technically part of my full name!" Dedestra- "which is?" Visell lets out a hardy, exhausted sigh.
"Symownye Somis Shiazuki-N'Aloso-Nyphilla-Nandalls-Na'Visell," Visell says in a bored manner. "Like it's stupid long, Dumb Long!" Dedestra interjects "Personally I think it pretty." Visell blushes and retorts "Thanks. . . It's still dumb long though." Dedestra pauses for a second defiantly. "Hm, You're right it is . . . cumbersome now that I've written it out. Visell closes her eyes and smirks "See!" Dedestra goes back to writing.  Well, Symown and Dedestra it is then.
But why 'Visell'? Symown seems like a rather cute name, Vi-sell it's guttural and It's a bit of baggage I personally find unfitting, considering the story it's based on. Visell leans her head back well long story short. I was born during the Bloody Monday riots, My mother's dramatic and artsy so she wanted to name me after a warrior. When is started training with Father,  he called me his little Na'Visell, "He said once you're married to the blood, you should go by a new name, for it's better to remember who you once were then to have to lose yourself when you realize what you've become," She gazes solemnly out of the window. Dedestra frantically scribbles "Fascinating, Do you think that it's related to his past exploits as a . . ." Visell scowls at Dedestra with the side-eye. Dedestra clears her throat. Again apologies, lets . . . change the subject! Why is it you go out of your way to help, the kids at our school despite the fear and disrespect levied at you?
Visell turns back to Dedestra. Visell glares intensely with her broad firey scowl as she twirls her hair. Dedestra starts to quiver a little, the intense gaze spikes her heart rate. [So intense . . . ] Visell leans her head back. "I mean it's how it should be, isn't it! No that's not a good . . .*sigh* I'm sorry I'm just trying to stay calm. Dedestra nods her head "Apologies again if it's a sensitive topic because of your father . . .we can stop it here if-"
Visell interjects abruptly in a stifled tone
"No! It's not that! It's just . . .It gets me so angry when people see someone in need or being teased or when snotty rich fucks with everything turn their shit stuffed noses up and step on people with nothing, with the very government that's supposed to provide for them! It's disgusting to leave someone in the gutter when you have the power to help them! Power and money ain't nothing if you waste it on hedonistic bullshit! 
I call it a sin not to save the world if you've been blessed with the strength! The weak, the common people spend their lives in a cold world clutching at the smallest shred of hope trying to stretch it and it always breaks or snaps back in their face in the end! Someones else's boot is always on their neck and those that claim to want to help them breathe do so for profit, only to line their own pockets while tailoring a fancier boot to crush them with! You can't pull your bootstraps up with no laces or no freaking boots, right!? So I'll be the cobbler! My family spent my whole childhood helping people, making the world a better place than greed and ignorance fucked it, greed and ignorance took the hope away, greed and ignorance took my Father away from me!!! Those prey and spit on the weak are my enemies! I'll bite out the throats of the vultures, the wolves, and the hyenas that prey on the other innocent creatures of the wood!!! Its blood, love, and honor shit No two ways about it!" Visell'shair stans up on end as electricity streams around her. She draws the gawk and ire of the crowd again. She blushes and sits down with her arms folded trying not to make more of a scene. A small dampened clap is heard beside her. Her eyes dart over to Dedestra smiling graciously and clapping. Her own little audience. The clapping stops as she begins witting again. The other patrons go back about their business." I must say Symown, that was a very riveting speech you gave!






They stumble on the topic of music as Dedestra starts to lightly bob her head to the beginning of the tune of Young and Fine by Weather Report. Visells eyes light up "Yo! you know this song!?" Dedestra smirks with a snicker "Yes it's a favorite of mine, good old Zawinul, really takes you to another world." A small smile shines on her face. "Hm, Pretty . . ." Visell says under her breath staring at Dedestra while resting her head in her hand atDedestra off guard "Hm?" Visell lets out a forced clear of the throat " I mean this was sampled in at Tribe song, It's a really, uh, pretty melody, It's one of my favorite beats, honestly." Dedestra intrigued stops writing, oh you're a hip hop ingénue? What's your favorite album?" Visell scoffs "Shhit! it's impossible to pick one! I'd at least have to give you like a top 20 and that's the low bar, dude! "Dedestra rests her head on her hand and smirk " and that is the correct answer! the answer to a true melomaniac. Visell snickers " A what?" "Oh, apologies, A um, Music nerd or obsession-er and it was." " Visell laughs "damn, straight, Zempai."
Dedestra "Apologies again for my abnormal and perhaps too formal vocabulary! I don't mean to sound pretentious or condescending though I'm aware of how utilizing such a vocabulary can imply such g- " Visell interjects placing mochi on Dedestra's lips "You talk too much. . . I like that, and your eclectic lexicon" Visell winks at Dedestra and smirks. Dedestra's eyes widen and she blushes, she takes a bite of the mochi, a delighted smile shines on her face. They both snicker. "You remind me of my little sister honestly, that little chatterbox, shell talk your ear off, Id thinks you two Brainiac's would get along." Dedestra looking down at her note pad " I'd be delighted to meet the little one. I could introduce her to my little brother, Jin." Visell " Sounds like a cute little date, Nasrin's a bit of a handful, she can be a little abrasive but she plays nice." Dedestra snickers "Sounds like you're two birds of a feather in that manner." Visell blushes "Shu . . .shut up. Hey, what is the name of that song anyway?" "Dedestra flinches a bit "oh it's Young and Fine by Weather report it's from the pre-Stargate era." Visell gets her phone out and jots it in her notes. Dedestra thinks to herself [Young and fine, Kind of like you. No, I can't be so firm. That's too much, I don't even . . . Goodness.] Visell "Yo, Zempai!" "Yes!" Dedestra was shocked out of her train of thought. "Since we're setting up our siblings we might as well trade collections while we're at it. So Vinyl, Cd, or Electric, I gotta know!" " Oh, goodness, honestly I run myself ragged and poor trying to collecting as much vinyl as possible. I have only half of Miles Davis' discography, all of Herbie Hancock's and Weather Report's and a cavalcade of others. you?" Visell smirks, "That's pretty dope! I'm a Vinyl ghoul, too, geez. but I got lots of Tribe, Pete Rock, Madlib, Doom, Massive Attack, Herbie, Q Tip, Dilla, Various Beat Tapes. Oh, Do you like Yesterdays New Quintet? Destra'a eyes light up "I am familiar! The amateur arrangments and covers with the persistent bells, clavinets, and shakers, with the wavy crisp electric keyboard." Visell yeah I mean Madlibs, not a jazz-rock star but, you gotta admit the productions tight, the songs are funky, and his orchestrations bring a really like rustic, faithful minimalist feel to a lot of those songs that make it feel, less I don't know . . . overblown, like Palladium." Dedestra gasp in delight "So, you are familiar with Weather Report!" Visell "Well I am a Mello-mantic or whatever you called it." They both snicker and continued.


The two girls sit at the Bus station. Visell stealing glances at Dahali's Journal. As she proofreads. "You're concerned"? Dahali asserts looking at her papers. Visell snarks " Like I'm supposed to trust the tall Afro that sneaked pictures of me and asked personal questions. . ." She stops flipping through pages "Well you seemed like you enjoyed yourself between my questions and Mochi." Dahali snarked. Visell Quickly Replays "I mean. . . You know. . ." She Sighs "I had a great time, Okay, You seem cool. You're certainly not a Super-bitch but I. . . Don't trust people easily, you should know that as my stalker." Pouts and crosses her arms " And You're really nice so my heads saying you're tricking me but my heart says your real as fuck! And I feel like an ass because a wanna trust you but-" Visell is stopped by a smooth sensation on her hair. She turns to see Dahali close beside her stroking her hair looking down at her. Her heart flutters. "You're too cute to look this serious and worried all the time, Somis-Kuna," Dahali says lushly, Visell's teenage heart ignites.

"You know Sonoka?" Dahali Inquires Visell Replies, "You Mean Skittle hair? Super Bitch #3?" Dahali affirms with a snicker "quickly murmurs God, You're just delightful incorrigible- Yes, That's the one. She once spat hair on fire for getting the highest score on the AP Calc test. Who I'm going to assume is Super Bitch #2 Ikobu, used her powers to Lazer holes in my gym uniform but also spray painted Tree Freak on my Locker, When I informed the Principle of her Shenanigans, He gave her a weeks suspension. She found out, cursed at me profusely, and kicked in my locker. I was feeling alone and hopeless. The head of their little gang, Thought it would be funny to fool me into thinking that someone was writing love letters to me. They were poorly written sappy and cute. The last letter told me to meet them on the Baseball field. So I went. I saw her there. I was surprised and confused but excited. I walked up to her, She had her hands behind her back. She was bathed in the Sunset, It was windy, Her long hair blow in the Wind She was smiling. I asked her . . .
"You really like me? I honestly confused you and your cronies do such vial actions against me, they hate me, you're always ridiculing me. So, Why?" She walked up to me and grabbed my hand, with the other still behind her back. And She grabbed mine. Her smile was so inviting and secure. when I remembered her sweet sappy letters at that moment I thought "Maybe". She caressed my hand lovingly and said "of course I like you, You're so smart and hard-working, your clothes are so cute and you're so tall . . . You make such as easy target."
And then she and her minions pelted me with teriyaki sauce. Me of course feeling offended I smacked her. She of course feeling offended sent here goons after me. I ran. So scared helpless, humiliated they through Ice spires and spat fire at me, threw dirt. I don't know what they would've done to me. Then thought a moment of hesitation I saw a cute little girl with her fist firmly planted in a bully's face. a flurry of gracious kicks and strikes, and a beautiful display of lightning. Then as I cowered behind a tree, a voyeur. I saw you staring that cur in the face as you pinched her face. I anticipated you crushing her damn skull. But in that, I was slightly disappointed but I was infatuated with your heroism, morals, and character. No one has ever done that for me.
"Except for my big brother. I felt avenged, protected, and cared about. Those girls terrorize me and I don't know why . . ." Visell looks at Dedestra intensely and grabs her hands. Whatever reason they have it's cruel, belligerent, and shitty! People are really shitty! and they won't stop! They just wanna see people hurt and they do give a shit! And It pisses me OFF! So . . . I'll protect you! If you need anything or you're ever in trouble ill be there! ok? Matter of fact" She blushes and kneels on the ground in a chivalrous manner " I promise to protect you! Also, we should hang out more, like a lot more, you know, movies, music, and junk." Visell blushes intensely and downcast her eyes nervously. Dedestra Blushes and clasps her chest and then covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. Visell Pouts " heeey what's so funny, huh?" "My apologies, it's just . . . it looked as if you proposed to me and all on the first date!" Dedestra snarks still trying to stifle laughter. Visell flustered "D..date, I mean you know . . .I just . . ." Dedestra interjects "oh my apologies again if you consider this a . . ." "No! Date sound great. This was a really good date. . ." Visell asserted as she lets go of her hand. " Hm . . . Well, firstly are you sure I won't be a bother. I deeply appreciate the offer but I don't want to be a burden and I can often come off as cold sometimes as well." Visell snark "No it's all good I actually kind of fuck with it. . . it's calming. . ."
"I see." Dedestra ponders "Well, you're certainly charming, intriguing, and frankly entertaining. I'm interested to get to know you . . . and thank you, Symown."
Visell always defends Dedestra and protects her. Dedestra would always challenge people's negative opinions of her and calm Visell down when she was getting too worked up while disarming her potential opponents verbally. Visell develops strong feelings for Dedestra over a 2 year period. Dedestra develops a love for Visell but has to bury and hide it due to her romantic shyness and other family obligations (FS). Dedestra Refers to Visell by her middle name (or Casual name, In Gia Lashiima it is, Somis-Kuna (Kuna being an affection honorific meaning: Dear/honey/cutie). Visell calls her Zempai (Modified version of Senpai for older classmates or seniors in your profession) Since she's 2 years older than her.