Twinny: Sorry for the wait but I just feel like posting up the first two chapter of the new and retyped Kidnapped with longer chapter. Just a tease of what you guys will be getting in the future.The first two isn't going to be very long since it's character introductions and stuff. Please disregard everything you've read from the last 'Kidnapped'. The next update won't be for months so soak this up as much as you can.
Disclaimers: Flat broke, Mashimoto won't let me have Itachi and worst yet, he kill him!!
A boy about the age of seventeen walked through his run down apartment, silently cursing the doorway in which he bumped his head on due to sleepiness. His baby blue eyes barely awake and fogged with tiredness. He gave a loud yawn and stretch while walking to his bathroom. His tussled blonde locks looked extremely wild and un-combable. His baby fat face, marred with three pairs of whiskers like marks that seem exotic, was scrunched up in concentration as to where his toothbrush had mysteriously disappeared off to. It was his third missing toothbrush this week and he was weirded out. He shrugged it off as he opened a cabinet and took out a spare.
The blonde finished his morning necessaries and got dress. He took out his simple school uniform, black slacks with a jacket and a white undershirt, and got dressed before grabbing his orange backpack and walked out the door. He didn't bother to lock it as there was nothing of value within.
He walked down the familiar stairs that he has took since he moved to this run down place a few years back. The spiraling stairs stayed the same out through the years he had moved here; rusty and paint peeled. He took two steps at a time, not wanting to miss the bus, his only way of transportation, to his first day of high school; Destiny High.
He walked down the oil stained side walk. Glass shards were shattered every where and grass, dead, neglected as no one cares to water them. He inhaled the air and coughed. The air was filthy, polluted by the cars' exhausts.
As he passed to the other side, the rich side, the stains stop and grass healthy, side walk clean, free of glass, as if the ugliness of the place he lived in was afraid to touch this place. The place was clean, unmarred by the ugliness of truth. This place was like the perfect world; the perfect world for those who can afford it.
The blond slowly trudged to the bus stop, inhaling deeply every step he took. He snapped out of it as he heard the loud honking of the bus. He quickly dashed towards it, almost running over the other boy who was heading towards it.
The blue eyed boy barely glanced towards the other boy as he ran up the steps and found himself a seat near the back and plop down, pretending not to notice the stares and whispers. He exhaled happily as he made it on time. He really didn't feel like walking five miles on his first day. He took out his iPod and turned it on.
A few seconds later, the same boy he almost ran over stepped onto the bus, a scowl firmly placed on his face. His obsidian eyes narrow towards the blonde direction, who, in turn, wasn't paying any attention to the raven as he was oblivious to the world, caught up in his own thoughts and music.
The bus ride for the blonde was uneventful. Spit balls were being spat at him, as were insults and threats. He ignored them all, pretending not to notice anything, but oh, that could only last so long before he snap.
"WILL YOU STOP IT?!" he shouted at his attackers.
"Or what? You'll get your godfather to kill us all," they provoked him.
"I might as well. Trash like you don't deserve to be here!" the blonde retorted as they glared.
"I can have my father take you in for harassment!!" a girl shouted.
"He should take your petty friends in too considering they're the ones that are doing most of the work," the blonde mumbled.
"What was that? A good for nothing no body like you have no rights to talk back to people like us," the guy sitting next to the girl yelled forth.
"Dim-witted morons like you? That's okay; I rather have a conversation with myself. At least I sound smart compare to brainless dolts like you," the blonde said. As soon as he finished, the bus parked and the door swung open, letting people pile out.
The blonde quickly grabbed his bags as he exited the bus and went in search for his red headed friend.
Twinny: Guess the red head and get a cookie!! Hope ya'll like the new style