"Today we're going to be going out to battle Homra" My mother, Mikuro Ao told me.
"And you're going to watch, the King wants you to get used to seeing the battlefield before officially joining" My father, Koma Ao finished.
"Yes father" I nodded, not voicing the fact that I'd actually seen one before, thanks to my old habit of sneaking out.
"Good" Mother sighed, she'd probably thought I'd rebell like I did a month ago when they wanted to take me to see an execusion.
"Let's go" Father instructed, leaving the Secter 4 meeting room.
"At least it's not training again" I sighed under my breath.
My name's Miyuki Ao, I've been trained to fight with Secter 4 since I was seven, which means I've been through seven years of strict lessons with guns, swords, and roll class with four others my age. Of course, it wasn't my idea, I'm a part of a new team that everyone hopes to be in the elite after another six years, and my parents are the ones who happily volinteered me after hearing about it.
Before I was put into the program, I'd actually planned to be a pro-scater, though I had to keep it a secret from my parents since they disapproved of anything street-like or not gender apropriate, I had to be an average seven year old.
(*Later*)
I've been sitting here for a while, for the first ten minutes I entertained myself by counting each of the cars that slowed down upon seeing us, thinking that the van we were in was a police one, but that got boring. Right now, Secter 4 had gathered around a warehouse, Homra are probably just having one of their usual little fights...I wonder what their enimies did to piss them off so much...
I sighed again and watched as Secter 4's king, Reisi Munakata came walking up to the group running around the van.
"Are you ready?" Munakata asked one of the people who'd stopped.
"Almost, sir. We are just gathering everyone up now" the guy replied. 'Sir', urgh, I don't care who he is, I'm not calling the 'great king' anything more then captain.
"Good, line them up infront of the warehouse's doors in the next five minutes" Munakata instructed.
"Yes sir"the guy suluted before running off to tell the others.
"Miyuki?" I heard someone call.
"Yes mother?" I replied, looking up at her.
"Your spot is going to be one of the trees to the right of the warehouse, and I dont want anymore reports of you killing any of the reds, alright?" Mother said to me.
"Yes mother" I sighed and left to find a suitable tree.
After reaching the tree I had chosen, I grabbed a couple of rocks -some were big, some were small, but I made sure the bigger ones were a bit rough- and jumped up to the lowest branch, then went two branches higher before stopping.
Ignoring the showing and clashes that came from the two clans already begining their fight, I started to scrape one of the smaller rocks against a big ones, sharpening it to a point. I did that to all of the small ones, and then dropped the bigger ones to the ground.
I picked up one of the small ones and tossed it in the air a cuple of times, noting it's weight, the speed it moved at, and how strong the wind was before throwing it strait at the battlefield, reciving a sharp cry in responce as one of the Secter 4 members fell.
I did the same to the rest of the rocks, always aiming at the Secter 4 members, and always hitting my mark, thank you target practice.
I always did this in the battles I snuck out to see, Secter 4 is too stuck up, and a good K.O from their enimies would get some respect for others into them.
I watched as the reds that the fallen ones were fighting blink out of shock, before quickly recovering and moving on, and with nothing better to do, I watched them fight.
Soon enough, I was completly focused on the reds. They were so out of order, it looked like their king didn't care who they fought or where they ran, compared to the blues, they were a mess. They were free.
I continued to watch, paying close attention to every detail of the reds battle, and the next thing I noticed was their fighting style. There was no grace, no calmness, nothing about their movements seemed to be the same, everyone was different. Some used fists, some used legs. Some fought with poles, some fought with rakes or knives. Was there any form of order in this clan? Now that I think about it, it even shows up in the reports! The reds run around free! Some even charge into fights by themselves without doing anything else...at least they dont waste time.
The last thing I noticed was very specific, and by far the most interesting. A boy, a boy who was my age, maybe a year older, was fighting with the reds. I watched as he skated around on his skatebord, knocking out one guy after another, and looking good while doing it too.
"He's...cool..." I stated, staring at him.
I've had crushes before, eight of them in fact, and I know how it works, but a red of all people? Urgh, Neo is gonna give me hell.
Soon enough the battle was over, Homra were helping the very few who were wounded away, and Secter 4 were taking their large number of injured and unconsious to the vans so they could be patched up.
"Suckers" I snickered.
"Miyuki!" Father called.
I jumped out of the tree and started helping my parents.
(*Two hours later*)
"Finally free" I sighed, feeling relieved as I pulled my dark blue coat over my outfit.
Today, I decided to do something I hadn't done in ages, normally I'd go on my computer and browse the internet, but I needed a little air...not that my destination really gave anybody any room for air.
"Where are you going?" Father questioned.
"The art gallery" I lied.
"When will you be back by?" Father asked.
"Six at most" I replied.
Father nodded in responce, meaning I was allowed to leave.
"Bye father, bye mother" I waved before leaving, ignoring the non-existant responce.
I walked down the stree casually, crossing three blocks before turning into a dark allyway.
"Where is it? Where is it?" I mumbled to myself as I brushed my hand against the wall, waiting for the familiar dent in the wood, "ah!"
I felt around my dent and found the door handle, instantly ripping open the old supply closet and smiling at the familiar objects.
After ripping of my stupid coat, I pulled out my black hoodie and slipped it over my head, then threw the coat inside the closet and grabbing my skatebord.
I grinned happily as the arcade lights attempted to blind me, "wow, I really missed this place".
I walkd inside, swapped some money for the tokens, and began to play every game there, but when I reached the fighting games, I saw a couple of guys crowded around one. Now, this is normal for arcades, but what made them noticable was the guy playing the game...it was the boy from earlier, the one on the skatebord.
"Go Yata!"
"Go! Go!"
"Ohohohoh...so close!"
I listed to his friends cheer him on, they all seemed pretty into it too.
"Yata?" I repeated.
"Come on, Yata! You're going slack!"
"Yeah Yata! Get in the game!"
"So that's his name?" I blinked, "...Yata".
The red clansmen stayed at the arcade for a while, playing one or two games for ten minutes at a time before moving on to the next. When they finally left, I noticed that they -specifically Yata- had forgotten something.
I quickly grabbed the skatebord and bolted out of the arcade. When I made it outside, I saw them go around a corner on the other side of the street, so I quickly jumped on my own skatebord and chased after them.
It took me less then two minutes to catch up to them, and I even managed to head them off, so when I finally looked up after picking up my skatebord, I saw Yata -along with his fellow clansmen- staring at me.
"U-uh...hi?" I stuttered.
"...h-hi..." Yata...blushed? It seemed so out of character, but it was adorable no matter what.
I blushed too before remembering why I was talking to him in the first place, "y-you fo-forgot your skatebord a-at the arcade...u-uh...y-you sh-should t-take ca-care of it better...I-I, uh...I-I m-mean, m-metal b-bords are expensive...i-it'd b-be a w-waste i-if yo-you d-didn't take care o-of it, a-and..." My blushing intensified as my stuttering took over my sentences, "...uh...h-here".
"...U-uh...y-you di-didn't ha-have t-too...uh...I-I mean, uh...y-you c-can k-keep i-it...i-if y-you want t-to, I me-mean...I-I'm g-gonna get a n-new on-one s-soon" Yata replied.
"...R-really?" I gasped.
"Y-yeah" Yata nodded.
"Yay~!" I squealed, jumping at Yata and hugging him.
"W-WHA!?" Yata yelped, turning a shade of red to rival his hair colour.
"...Oh my god! Sorry!" I cried, pulling away -rather relucantly- from him and quickly backing away to the point where I was even further from him than before.
There was an awkward pause, and from the looks on the other reds' faces, I can easily guess that they were amused by the whole scene, I silently thanked them for not teasing us...yet.
I avoided looking at Yata as much as possible, and my eyes soon made contact with my watch, "oh my god! It's five fifty! I'm dead!"
"Wha-" Yata was about to speak but I didn't have time to stop, I threw down my skatebord and almost flew up the street in the direction of my closet.
I ripped open the closet and threw my skatebord and hoodie inside before ripping on my stupid coat and using Yata's skatebord to make it home faster. Luckily, I made it in time, but I found myself with a problem, "how do I get his skatebord into my room?!"
I looked around for a hiding place, and just when I was about to give up, I remembered that I'd left my bedroom window open. I facepalmed and ran around the side, climbed the gutte that lead to my window, and threw Yata's skatebord inside.
"Where have you been?!" Mother asked sternly when I opened the front door, "it's five past six!"
"I'm sorry mother" I bowed, "the bus faced a little traffic issues, that's all".
Mother took a deep breath and walked away, a familiar action that meant I had to cook my own dinner imediantly, and go to bed strait away after eating it.
I sighed as I colapsed onto my bed, "what a day" I then rolled over to look at the metal skatebord next to me, "but at least it was worth it".
I fiddled in bed for a while, checking the time every now and then, until I heard the familar sounds of the back door closing and being locked, the front door being double checked, and my parents' door being closed at exactly 10:30.
"Lockdown" I whispered, remembering what I used to call it.
I waited another twenty minutes before grinning and jumping up to use my computer.
Within seconds I had hacked into the survelance cameras at the arcade and had started downloading this afternoon's recordings.
"I am such a stalker" I mumbled when I began to browse the web for photos of Yata.
(*With Yata after Miyuki left*)
I couldn't stop blushing, even after that girl had left, and the guys didn't help anything.
"She's hot" Akagi comented.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Kamamoto teased.
"Wha?! No way!" I yelped.
"Lier" Chitose grinned, "she's gotta be your girlfriend".
"She's even a skater" Dewa put in.
"And she hugged you!" Kamamoto added.
"She's not my girlfriend you idiots!" I cried.
"Well then, she likes you" Saruhiko smirked.
"What?!" I gaped.
"Hey...yeah!" Kamamoto agreed, "she was blushing the entire time!"
"She's gotta like you!" Akagi laughed, "she probably used the skatebord as and excuse to talk to you!"
"No way!" I refused.
"Denial!" Everyone shouted.
"What the hell guys!?" I yelled.
"The fact that you're dennying it all means that you like her too!" Chitose laughed, "ask her out the next time you see her".
"What the hell guys?! I just met her!" I gawked.
"So?" Kamamoto questioned.
"So-" I tried to argue, but Akagi cut in.
"My big brother started dating a chick the moment he met her" He pointed out, "they turned out good".
"That-that doesn't mean anything!" I stuttered.
"Come on Misaki~" Saruhiko chimed, "do it".
"Ask her out".
"No".
"Come on~".
"No".
"Do it!"
"Just shut up!" I exclaimed.
"Only if you ask her out" Saruhiko grinned.
"We can follow you all night, just do it man".
"We dont even know if we'll see her again" I pointed out.
"You could".
Urgh, this is gonna be a long night.
