The Healer

CLANNAD

By: Chi

C h a p t e r O n e – At the Right Place, At the Right Time

A. R. A. T.

-S I M U L T A N E O U S-

For a somewhat non-believer, such as Tomoya, the fact that 'Things in the world happen simultaneously,' such a fact was one that Tomoya strongly did not accept nor believe in. Therefore, never thought of such a thing to ever happen at all.

But on the afternoon on a mere, regular Wednesday, fate showed him the truth.

The sun blazed unrealistically the new spring afternoon. A afternoon in which Tomoya promised himself to bring a few bottles of water with him, if he were to walk around so much on such a afternoon. Now, don't get him wrong. Strangely, his comfortable season was spring. But for the day, he hated it with a passion.

While cursing the sun for it's blaze and heat, he soon questioned himself why he was even outside during such a afternoon as this. But then, suddenly, it popped in his mind: He was on patrol.

The boy with blue hair sighed without content. Don't get any ideas though, surely there are some questions. To answer one, he was actually on patrol for a very important group he was in. And...to answer another, he was actually part of a gang.

Yes, a mere delinquent in a gang…that hung out at his school…

Which was why he was still in his khaki pants, with a mere short-sleeved shirt and red tie, tied securely under his collar.

Hmm, no wonder, he thought as he kept his hand in the pockets of his pants. And now that he realized his job for being out during such a sunny time of the day, he immediately went to work.

The other gang of the town, the second gang of the town and enemy of his gang, was always looking for trouble on his gang's territory. This was the reason why Tomoya had to go out once in a while to merely patrol around the school grounds, and the usual popular spots, such as the grocer, bakery, clothes shop, etc. etc.

Not one problem had happened, though, through the times Tomoya had checked around for any signs of the green handkerchief (the other gang's color-symbol), and Tomoya was starting to question if the other gang was even going to terrorize their territory again soon. But, his gang, joking but wise, stuck to their normal paranoia and kept Tomoya on patrol most of the time.

Of course, other people would patrol, because, seriously, this was Tomoya. He could be dedicated, but patrolling just was exactly his style. Sometimes, he was actually simultaneous.

The leader of his gang was not some stereotypical situation; it was a girl, actually. The leader had only one name, and one that everyone in the gang tongue tied with his own: Tomoyo. A beautiful, in all the gang's opinion, girl who obviously knew how to take care of herself, and others.

And then, came the second hand leader. Which wasn't himself, no. It was his best friend, Youhei Sunohara. Him, not so beautiful; Tomoya would rate him as a five and a half if there was a rate for Youhei's looks. Sometimes, Tomoya wondered if the boy's rate would go up if he actually took out that stupid, sunny blonde dye out of his hair. (It's obvious that that color is not natural.)

The third hand leader was him. He merely helped some of the time, and helped make plans and stuff. He wasn't a big strategy kind of person, like Sunohara and Tomoyo were. Perhaps that was the reason for him being on patrol most of the time…

Tomoya shrugged to that thought/realization. He didn't mind, really. He knew that the patrol job of his was important. The other gang was, most of the time, sneaky. They would sometimes get onto their territory, at random, and suddenly start harassing random people.

The people on their territory were important to Tomoya's gang. It's caused him and the rest of the gang to be quite protective.

Tomoya walked a few more blocks, keeping his eyes on everything, and making himself one with his surroundings. It was just a senses technique that he had taught himself, since he had this job. He had to pay attention; for his gang's territory, and for himself.

His breathing breathed with the earth, the air, the heartbeat of the stray walks from the people around him. He was one with them, he was one with everything. He kept walking, his eyes in focus, his brain concentrating and at peace.

But soon, there was a disturbance. A girl's yell. The sound of rough housing, and chuckles of filth.

Immediately, Tomoya sprung into action.

"St-stop it! D-d-d-on't touch me!....No! I-I need that, give it back, please, don't mess it up-" Cries in a soprano voice suddenly came to a profound stop, and a large cry sounded.

Tomoya felt his internal rage rise to the surface. They were hitting up on a girl!

"HELP!!!" The scream, strained and shrill, a pained scream crashed through his ears, into his head, and caused more rage to rise in him.

He finally got to an alleyway, where he realized that was exactly where the sound was coming from. Suddenly, his jacket and bag was off him, and he was roughly undoing his tie.

There was four of them, with the green handkerchief tied on their arms. One was away from them, searching through the girl's bag. The other three were…

"Get the hell off her," he growled. His eyes were squinted, the pupils dilated. Like the eyes of a killer. Nothing ever made him fall into a fit of rage than disgusting boys touching up on a girl with no respect for a female.

The tan colored, rebel gang members shot their eyes over to him, their faces tough and sincere. "What the hell are you gonna' do 'bout it, Warrior?"

Tomoya glared back, eyes icy and dangerous. "I said, get off her," he warned, staring at the three.

One had his hand up her thigh, a mere centimeter away from reaching up in her skirt. The others were trying to hold her down. One of them had their filthy hand over her mouth. She had been backed against the wall in the alley.

The girl was hysterical. But she still had her mind, just her body in hysterics. She kept struggling, and screaming into his hand. But her eyes stayed on Tomoya's. They were wide, and watering, with a pained expression. Tomoya noticed the reason for her pain. He noticed a slowly turning bruise on her cheek, and over her eye.

He threw off his tie. This had to end. "GET OFF HER NOW!!!" He roared, like an awakened beast.

The gangs of the town collided. One Warrior, against four Rebels. Those were the gang's names.

And, simultaneously, a new event between those two groups, have started again.

This could have been better. The style is not something I usually use, and it's sloppy. I assure you, as the story progresses, things will get smoother. I hope you liked it!

Next chapter…

The one Warrior and the four Rebels fight, over a young girl those Rebels have attacked. Suddenly, a new fighter comes in, but the fighter is not a Warrior.

Next update…

January 24, 2009

I'll see you next time. And if you have any suggestions at all, just tell me. Flames are allowed; they'll stop this horrible style, believe me. Thank you. See you next time.