I Am Not Lonely

+Anima and its plot and characters belong to Natsumi Mukai! The OC(s) and this fanfic belong to me.

I stood far away from them, up, up, high in an oak tree. My content face expression stood still, as the tree leaves casted a shadow upon my deep blue eyes. I stood up, but ducked quickly before the tree's branch could whack me. I heard a faint whizzing sound coming forward, and then it got louder, louder, louder. My ears twitched and then I squinted. W-was that an apple? I held onto the trunk of the oak, getting ready to pounce. Somehow, the apple—or it seemed—got swifter and thwacked me in the middle of my forehead. I let out "oof" and fell onto the dry, rough grass. Luckily, I landed on my feet. I could sense the thump of my high black boots attacking the ground. Then, I heard a male voice: "Ah, I'll get it!"

And then more voices:

"Cooro, you idiot!"

"Boys are so rough…" A young female voice—in fact, all of the voices sounded very young. If I could infer, I'd say they were between the ages of ten through fourteen.

Alerted, I got up to scamper away till a hand snatched my arm. I looked back slowly to find a boy with spiky dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tribe-like clothes. "Wha—"

"Hey there!" He said, smiling. The softy type, I believe. I was a bit disappointed, since I didn't approve much of soft, nice people. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you want?" I asked, giving him the daggers. Even then, he was still smiling (hur hur). "Wh-what are you smiling about?" I gained my dignity and pulled my arm away. "Where did you come from, huh?"

He held his hand. "I'm Cooro, what's your name?"

I stared at his impression. What was he trying to do? "You didn't answer my question," I said, searching for an excuse.

His hand still held there. "You're not from here, eh?"

I frowned at him. Why was he completely avoiding everything I'm saying? "Lookie here," I glared, pointing my finger at him, "I will not tell you my name, and I will not continue to talk to you!" I began walking away, but I felt some strange connection with him. Like, as if, we shared some kind of relation. I turned around to see two new people running towards us, and a tall male walking really slow. The first person had light teal hair and eyes, and he was slim. He had a really smooth and white face, though he looked very angry. The second person was a girl who had long, blond hair and she wore a bonnet. Her clothing was very vintage, and she looked somewhat happy, but worried. The last person was a tall teen—adult? I couldn't tell, but my guess would go with adult. He had gray hair and eyes, and he wore a black eye patch over his left eye. His poncho and clothes were a light yellow-ish, brown-ish color.

"Ugh, a girl," the boy with teal hair said, face palming himself. He turned sideways. "Who are you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and snarled. "Who are you, sissy?"

I could see the anime-anger sign on his head and he flailed his arms. "I am not a sissy! I am not a girl! I am a boy! B-O-Y!"

I snickered and turned to the first boy I met. "What, is this your gang?" I knew, I felt harsh on them. The boy—or Cooro, as he told—waved his arms up and down. "These are my friends!" He pointed to each one individually. "Husky—the boy with the teal hair—, Nana –the vintage-looking girl—, and Senri –the tall boy—!"

"Wow, another girl!" "Nana" said, smiling. "Finally! I've had enough meeting and living with boys!" She turned to Cooro and Senri. "No offense!" I noticed she didn't turn to Husky and I smiled. I thought "Husky" was a nice guy—sure, he was harsh like me, but I felt like I wanted to befriend him.