"Why me?!" hissed the dark haired teen angrily at no one in particular. He dropped his bag at the bench at flung himself down in frustration. "And why today, of all days? I WAS ON TIME, GODDAMMIT!" His shout echoed in vain into the forest by the deserted bus stop. "…stupid bus," he muttered, kicking up gravel with a dirty sneaker. Still, the forest did not respond with anything other than the eerie sounds of the crisp wind through dying leaves. Kirihara Akaya shivered in his t-shirt and ripped-up jeans, wishing he could find a sweater, or even have the money to buy one.
No, wishing for things doesn't do any good. Can't get myself sad like that. Not today. Kirihara rubbed his hands against his arms and tried to smile. He was so cold and so tired that he curled up and fell asleep, his arms encircling his thin legs to protect them from the chilling winds. Wishing's no good, he thought before dreams overtook him.
Someone was shaking him awake, which brought only murmured protests from the thin form. Kirihara turned over, still in slumber, and nestled himself into the bench even more. A hand placed on his shoulder, and a voice whispered into his ear, "Got a smoke?" The warm breath on his neck jolted him awake, but also off the bench. He opened his eyes to see the trees and darkening sky, everything eeriely still. A figure leaned down into his sleep-clouded vision and smiled at him. It was a very beautiful face that smiled down at him, but Kirihara was instantly wary of the stranger. "What do you want?" he snapped at him. "Or are you a figment of my sleep-deprived brain?"
"Got a smoke?" the figure repeated. Kirihara glared at him for such a trivial disturbance."Hell no. Shove off, I'm waiting for the bus."
"That's a pretty long wait."
"What?! It's only half an hour!"
"No, it's two hours. The next bus comes at 11.00," came the response. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could see that red-headed stranger was about his age, although taller and better dressed. Not like that's hard to do, Kirihara thought wryly, until the last comment took him by surprise.
"Eleven? I thought it was SIX THIRTY! HOLY SHIT!"
The stranger's smile widened, if that was possible. "Just kidding. It's only 8.30. Wanna ride?" He gestured towards a motorbike. Kirihara's jaw dropped, but not at the flaunting of wealth.
"So…it's only 8.30?!" he asked incredulously. The stranger nodded, and showed the clock on his cellphone. "You seem to be a little hard of hearing," he smirked. Kirihara's eyes narrowed, and then reddened to a bloody film. He swung at the smile, wanting to loosen some teeth in this joker's grin. His hand was neatly caught, and was tossed easily to the floor. The impact hurt a lot more than he anticipated, and he had to fight off the blackness closing in on his vision.
"WHAT THE HELL, YOU BASTARD?!" Kirihara got to his feet to find the bus stop as deserted as when he arrived. He looked around confused and angry. Did that asshole just take off after throwing me like that?! But there's no sign of fighting, or a motorcycle or anything at all. This day is just bizarre beyond belief. He sat down, and scratched his head. At this point the sky, dark with storm clouds, opened up and soaked the shivering teenager. He sat in the rain until the bus came, and then sat in the back of the bus
Screw having a jacket, I want to beat the crap out of that jerk. And then steal his coat. Aw, who am I kidding? If the rain just puts out his damn cigarette, I'll be happy.
Hallo everyone, this be Jilleth! Please know that I DO NOT OWN anything with Prince of Tennis! nor do I own SenKiri. (however much I would like that) That happiness is someone else's. (sniff.)Also, story is for BoredNeko, imagine her and Totoro as my muses. Thank You for Your Patronage, Please Review!