Savin' Me
Uryū Ishida Love Story
Chapter 1
Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves they wear a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
I didn't know why I was the only one I knew that could see these creatures. I grew up with parents that didn't do much. Every day after school they shipped me off to some psychiatric clinic to try and test if I was crazy. The test always came back negative, but they were never satisfied. Finally, they just gave up.
"Ishida Uryū/Uchida Yuki. 1st." I smiled triumphantly to myself as I relished in the fact that I had topped the school wide exam. Taking a few steps back I leaned against the wall as I ran my hand through my natural purple and blue hair.
I don't know who the hell I got my hair from, but who ever gave it to me sucks. The people here have a real big thing about looking the same. If you have different coloured hair your attacked. If you wear something wrong, your attacked. The list could go on and on. But still, it was better than my old town.
"Who's this, Uchida person?" Someone asked. "I don't believe I've met her." I snapped out of my daze.
"Um. That would be me." I said softly to the person looking at the exam. He straightened up and turned around. He stood at about 3 inches taller than me with black hair and dark blue eyes. He looked like someone, someone from my past.
Pushing his glasses up his now, I watched as he studied me and shrugged. "Congrats on the tie. I'm Uryū." He offered me his hand.
"Yuki." I answered taking his hand. "Ni-nice to meet you." I winced at my stutter. I hated my inability to speak with people. After all the years of not talking I had lost any socializing skills I had ever had.
"You okay?" He asked slowly dropping my hand. My heart beat frantically in my chest. Gulping I nodded, unsure as to why my heart was doing this. "Are you sure? You look a little pale."
"I'm fine." I answered reaching back and brushing my hand on the back of my neck.
"Here, I'll walk you to class." He offered.
"Alright. Thanks." I muttered. We started to walk down the hall heading for the classroom. We were in the same class of course, but I never really pay attention to people so I don't know anyone. Two people from our class came booking it down the hallway. Unable to get out of the way fast enough the orange hair one ran into Uryū's shoulder.
"Sorry!" The orange haired kid called behind him. I looked at Uryū who walked with a smirk on his face as he brushed off his shoulder.
"I best be off." He said. "I've got a job to do. Heres the classroom, if you still feel sick after school just call my name." Pushing up his glasses again he was off. The pounding in my chest finally died down. Sighing, I turned and walked into the class room.
Finally class was over for the day. Yawning I stood up and stretched. I still felt slightly sick but that wasn't going to stop me from running a couple of errands before I went "home". I looked over my shoulder at Uryū. He had just finished packing up his stuff and was getting ready to head out.
Quickly I turned forwards again. "Why are you suddenly so interested in that boy." I muttered to myself. Grabbing my bag I turned around and started leaving. I cast a glance to Uryū and watched as he pulled out a sewing case form his pack and with the speed of a sewing machine stitched up a girl's teddy bear.
"It... Its fixed! Thank you Ishida-Kun." The girl said happily throwing the toy in the air.
"No need for gratitude. It was no big deal." Uryū said pushing his glasses up. Putting away his case he walked off.
Following behind him I left the school. We both happened to live the same way apparently. As I passed an alley way I felt something wrap around my mouth and waist. I let out a light scream of surprise but it was muffled by the captors hand.
"What do you think your doing, hey girly?" He said tossing me violently against the wall. "What do you think your doing with your hair? You know we don't like people who stand out. You should wash these stupid streaks out. Along with your stupid hair colour." The man said grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling. I winced but bit my lip hard so I wouldn't scream. I reached up and pulled on his hand so there was more of a give. The man leaned against me, pining the rest of my body to the wall
"Its. Natural." I said as he started to lift me off the ground. 'If only I asked if I could walk with Uryū.' I thought. "Please, put me down. I can't afford dye."
"Can't afford dye? As if. Listen here girly," the man started leaning so he was in my face. "I'm going to give you a nice little hair cut, that way, your natural hair colour will come right on out." I watched as he reached down with his other hand and pulled out a switch blade. I closed my eyes as I let go with one hand and shakily reached behind me.
"What do you think your doing?" A voice called down the alley way. I opened my eyes and tried to turn my head but almost yelled out in pain instead. I struggled against his grip but I was stuck. Closing my mouth I summoned up as much spit as I could and hucked it in his face. He let go and I fell to the ground.
"You stupid *****, you just spit in my face." The man said.
"I just asked," Uryū started walking up beside me. "What do you think your doing?" Shakily I got up and brushed the dirt off me.
"Giving her a hair cut." The man said waving around the switchblade. "Besides, whats a nerd like you going to do?"
"Yuki, stand back." Uryū instructed pushing me back a bit.
"No." I said walking in front of him. "Hey, you, kid," I started. The man looked at me.
"Kid? I'm 17, I ain't no kid." I walked up to him and kicked the switchblade up into the air. It landed on the roof of the building beside us.
"There, he's defenseless now." I said walking away from the man. "Sorry about that." I muttered. "I'll be on my way. Sorry to bother you." I walked past him but Uryū's hand grabbed my arm lightly.
"Mind coming with me?" He asked pushing up his glasses.