Chapter One
He hadn't always been like this. Okay that was a lie, he had. But never to this extent before. He had never even come this close in the past. He had never even thought that it would go this far. Who would have ever thought that he would end up using flowers to his advantage? He was always teased for liking flowers. Apparently, it was girly and not allowed to be liked by guys. Let's back up a bit.
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It was his first day of kinder garden. Liamura was excited to go to a school with kids his own age. He would get to do all kinds of fun things. It would be a lot of fun. Or at least that was what he thought. He was in walking distance of the school so he just walked. His light brown hair reached to just below his ears. He was wearing one of his favorite shirts: it was while with little pink flowers all over it. He always had loved this shirt. He carried a pink back pack on his back.
When he got to school, he went to find his class room. His mom had told him to go to room nine. He walked up the steps into a large building. It was one large room with doors on each wall. He went up to the first one that he found. Then he realized something, he had no idea what a nine looked like. He nervously looked around. He spotted some one tall that he guessed was a teacher.
"Where is room nine?" Liamura asked. At this time, his voice was still very high pitched. He looked way up to her. She pointed in the direction to a door a ways down. Liamura nodded and walked off to that classroom.
The door was already opened and he went inside. The walls were white with posters all over them. The floor had a bright red carpet. He looked around. There were kids talking every where. As if they already had known one another. He knew no one. Some one who he guessed to be the teacher walked up to him. "And who might you be little girl?"
Liamura felt a weird feeling. He could tell she was talking to him, but he didn't think that she could. He slowly glanced around the room. "I'm Liamura, and I'm a guy."
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That was just the first thing that happened that day.
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The teacher called everyone to centers. She told all of the girls to go to the art corner where they could paint pictures of flowers. All of the boys were to play with blocks. Liamura would much rather paint. He went up to the teacher and asked is he could paint. He was allowed to.
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Throughout the rest of elementary school, things went smoothly. All teachers knew about Liamura. They all knew that he would always rather draw, paint, do art, anything with flowers. Middle school went by much the same way. It was very uneventful. High school was when everything changed.
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He had just moved. He was about to start his sophomore year in high school. His hair was much longer now a days. It was down to about his shoulders and went out in random places. It was still that same brown. Today he wore a pair of jeans and a current favorite shirt of his. It was navy blue with a picture of a pink flower. He thought that he looked cool.
When he got to school, the first thing he did was get in a fight. Two guys came up to him and talked about his shirt. Supposedly guys can't wear pink. They were holding him up to some lockers. He tried to grasp anywhere for something to hold on to. One took out a long object and stabbed him. He felt a weird sensation, it wasn't pain. It was just weird.
He grabbed air behind him. Out of nowhere, a large object appeared. The end had a yellow and black section while the long handle was dark green. At the top there was an almost cross like object that was pink with a white middle. Three of the ends were short and sharp. The last end was much longer and curved a bit but was just as sharp if no sharper.
"Woah" He said as he turned the object over in his hands. He raised it up and hit the guy's hands with it. They flinched with pain and ran away. No one bothered Liamura any more that day.
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Liamura walked to the bus stop the next morning. He was curious, would he get into another fight, or would every one still be afraid of him. Another kid ran up to the bus stop beside him. He had black hair that was tied up into a pony tail. Liamura didn't remember him being there yesterday. Liamura shrugged.
They both watched as the bus pulled up. Both got on the bus. It didn't look like the same people from yesterday. There were only nine people besides him and the boy on the bus, all of which were male. All of them had on long black cloaks. The boy from his bus stop disappeared into black for a matter of seconds and came out with the same cloak on.
"What's going on?" Liamura shouted. He was scared. He pulled out the mysterious weapon.
A guy with long blue hair, elf like ears, and a black mark across his far head laughed. "It seams that number eleven has already found his weapon."
"Weapon? Number eleven? What are you talking about? I'm Liamura." He couldn't get off the bus. He could tell that it wasn't going to school either.
"Welcome Number Eleven. Welcome to Organization XI."