^^hi the whole reki/balmung/kamui thing kinda caught my eye.so I decided to
write a ficcie detailing the relationships: how they met, etc. mostly to
explain to myself the weirdness that goes on between them. Please review
and tell me what you think!^_^
I modified their names a tiny bit since its unrealistic for people to use their real names on the net.
It starts in real life.but I intend for it to waver back and forth between the worlds.for effect and for the sake of explaining a few of the characters' choices of action.
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She leaned over the balcony, almost far enough to topple over, but with both hands gripped firmly on the steel railing.
"Don't you have cheerleading practice?" the boy muttered irritably; every word thick and dry, sticking to his lips as though it burned him to utter it. The girl started, surprised that the object of her scrutiny had noticed her, much less queried her.
"It.It was cancelled," she hesitated, but replied quietly. Her efforts to preserve the tranquil hush of the room were pointless, as there were no occupants in the library, other than herself and the boy below. "How did you-"
"Reflection." The boy referred to the expansive floor to ceiling windows which sat opposite to the chess tables as well as the balcony that towered overhead. He didn't even bother to look up. He hadn't looked up during the entire conversation, if you could even call it that. He simply continued playing, chessboard at his right, game book at his left. That damn playing.
"But . cheerleading practice .how-"
"You are Reika." There. Three words. Extracting words from him was like pulling teeth.
Clump. Selectively, the chess pieces thudded as felt-cushioned bases met marble board. The sound resonated back across the library walls, devoid of almost all company except the books, the chess, and two silent students.
Clump. Clump. The boy continued facing off against the invisible opponent, replaying the game from the book as though the girl in the balcony wasn't bearing down on him with a death glare.
Inwardly frowning, she blew her bangs in frustration. "It's rude not to look at a lady when she's talking to you."
Turning to glare at her, he arched an eyebrow, slowly, but delicately before returning to his game.
So he doesn't think I'm a lady. ne? Hands on her hips, she turned on her heel and stormed off.
.only to reappear on the first floor as a dark cloud of resentment glowering over him.
For a moment, only silence stood between them. Neither moved. Neither spoke.
The boy slammed his book closed, shoved it into his backpack, and stood. Turning to glare silently once more, he swung the pack over his shoulder and took his leave.
Tsk. Rude. but to chase after him and demand an apology was unseemly. Instinctively, she opened the table's drawer to sweep the pieces back where they belonged.
Upon picking up one piece though, she paused and placed it back on the board, almost back where it once was. Almost.
Fork. She smiled to herself, just a little smug. And left the library .
Note: "Fork" is often referred to as a move that forces your opponent to choose between two pieces.
Please review and tell me what you think!^_^ Please review and tell me what you think!^_^ Please review and tell me what you think!^_^ Please review and tell me what you think!^_^
I modified their names a tiny bit since its unrealistic for people to use their real names on the net.
It starts in real life.but I intend for it to waver back and forth between the worlds.for effect and for the sake of explaining a few of the characters' choices of action.
Please review and tell me what you think!^_^ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------
She leaned over the balcony, almost far enough to topple over, but with both hands gripped firmly on the steel railing.
"Don't you have cheerleading practice?" the boy muttered irritably; every word thick and dry, sticking to his lips as though it burned him to utter it. The girl started, surprised that the object of her scrutiny had noticed her, much less queried her.
"It.It was cancelled," she hesitated, but replied quietly. Her efforts to preserve the tranquil hush of the room were pointless, as there were no occupants in the library, other than herself and the boy below. "How did you-"
"Reflection." The boy referred to the expansive floor to ceiling windows which sat opposite to the chess tables as well as the balcony that towered overhead. He didn't even bother to look up. He hadn't looked up during the entire conversation, if you could even call it that. He simply continued playing, chessboard at his right, game book at his left. That damn playing.
"But . cheerleading practice .how-"
"You are Reika." There. Three words. Extracting words from him was like pulling teeth.
Clump. Selectively, the chess pieces thudded as felt-cushioned bases met marble board. The sound resonated back across the library walls, devoid of almost all company except the books, the chess, and two silent students.
Clump. Clump. The boy continued facing off against the invisible opponent, replaying the game from the book as though the girl in the balcony wasn't bearing down on him with a death glare.
Inwardly frowning, she blew her bangs in frustration. "It's rude not to look at a lady when she's talking to you."
Turning to glare at her, he arched an eyebrow, slowly, but delicately before returning to his game.
So he doesn't think I'm a lady. ne? Hands on her hips, she turned on her heel and stormed off.
.only to reappear on the first floor as a dark cloud of resentment glowering over him.
For a moment, only silence stood between them. Neither moved. Neither spoke.
The boy slammed his book closed, shoved it into his backpack, and stood. Turning to glare silently once more, he swung the pack over his shoulder and took his leave.
Tsk. Rude. but to chase after him and demand an apology was unseemly. Instinctively, she opened the table's drawer to sweep the pieces back where they belonged.
Upon picking up one piece though, she paused and placed it back on the board, almost back where it once was. Almost.
Fork. She smiled to herself, just a little smug. And left the library .
Note: "Fork" is often referred to as a move that forces your opponent to choose between two pieces.
Please review and tell me what you think!^_^ Please review and tell me what you think!^_^ Please review and tell me what you think!^_^ Please review and tell me what you think!^_^