Resurgence

Beyblade

Two-Shot

Rated T

Genre: Horror, Supernatural, Fantasy

For: Vattallini

Part One:

A chilling breeze wafted through the large town. Dying and dead leaves fell to the ground with grace and Jack-O-Lanterns sat on numerous porches and in people's windows, watching the town's various inhabitants pass by. Cobwebs with big spiders in them decorated mailboxes and trees. Skeletons sat on lawns and bats with red eyes hung from trees, giving off the illusion of flight.

Whitney Prep School's bell rang while groups of students slowly made their way into a small classroom. All of them were wearing green blazers, red ties, khaki pants or skirts, and black shoes, with socks or leggings to match. The boys also wore a black belt but the girls didn't.

Their History teacher, Mrs. Downton taught six days a week. She was currently writing something on the chalkboard. She knew that no one was paying attention but that didn't really bother her. Normally it would, but not today.

"Turn to page 385," said the tall and thin old woman as she turned to her students, chalk still in hand. Thirty-three of them were in her class today. It was a lot more than normal but she could manage. She'd done so before.

A student, a sixteen-year-old girl by the name of Hilary Tachibana did as instructed and upon reaching said page, made a quizzical expression.

"Wait, this is," she whispered. The brunette immediately raised her hand. Mrs. Downton noticed and sighed.

"Oh no," she thought.

"Yes, Miss Tachibana," she said, trying to hide how hesitant she was.

"Professor, with all due respect, this is History. Not Story Class,"

"What's your point, Miss Tachibana?" Mrs. Downton knew what was coming. The ruby-eyed Class President and Cheer captain did this every year without fail. Hilary stood up, getting everyone else's attention.

"We should be learning about the World Wars right now, not some silly fairytale from millennia ago that for all we know may be a complete lie, a myth. Who's to say that the person who told this thing wasn't completely off his or her rocker? After all, they were found in the woods, right? How can we know for sure what's true and what isn't? If we keep passing this story down from one generation to another we'll never know. All I'm saying is give me facts. Some proof. Then I'll quietly sit back and listen. With no complaints," As she was about to sit back down a voice reached her ears, making her stay up,

"Boy I can't wait for that," Hilary's eyes darted in the direction of the voice.

"Takao Kinomiya shut your mouth," she said rather sharply to the boy with long blue hair and deep, dark midnight eyes. His skin was a tint darker than hers but not by much. He was a head taller than her too.

"I'll make you shut yours," he bellowed back, swiftly getting out of his seat and making his way over to her, but Mrs. Downton stopped him.

"Mr. Kinomiya sit down, and you too Miss Tachibana. I've had just about enough out of both of you. Head to the office," she pointed with her long, black fingernails. "now." The two teenagers grabbed their things and went out into the hall. Takao shut the door behind them. It locked automatically.

"Before we get busted I'd like to get the rest of my things from my locker," he said, looking at her. She nodded.

"Okay. I need to get all of my things too."

At his locker, Takao grabbed his books and papers, along with something else. The last thing he took out was…

"A sword?" Hilary said as she laid eyes on it. She recognized it as something he carried to school every day. On the sheath was an emblem, that of which she found absolutely captivating.

"Yeah," Takao responded nonchalantly. He slammed his locker shut and locked it back via turning the dial on his combination lock until it clicked. After Hilary got her stuff, the two reluctantly headed to the office.

"Go home," said the sixty-year-old principal after hearing their story. "This makes the fourth time in two weeks and I've had enough. FYI, I see you more than I do my own children and that's not a good thing. You two, no matter what I say, won't listen, so go on. Get out of here and enjoy your weekend. I'll see you on Monday,"

The two teenagers were in disbelief while standing there. Not that they wanted to be punished, they didn't, but normally they're given detention or something, not just a slap on the wrist. The two nodded and left silently. Watching them leave, he sighed.

"They're in here way too much," he thought with a hand on his head. He could feel a headache coming on. One always happened when those two came around.

The skies were becoming overcast and a thick as pea soup type of fog began to roll in, covering the streets and the surrounding areas. It moved all throughout the town, shrouding whatever it wanted.

"Why do you carry that thing around with you? You do know that's considered a weapon, right?" Hilary started as they walked next to each other, taking the path up to the old park. Takao's oh-so random idea. He looked at her, silently glaring. He wasn't an idiot.

"It's a family heirloom," he stated indifferently.

"A family heirloom?" That shocked her. She would've never considered such a thing. What else didn't she know about her annoying classmate?

"You'd know that if you'd listen to the stories," Takao told her scowling. Hilary's heart skipped a beat.

Hilary couldn't help but feel like she'd seen that gaze, or something similar to it, before but wasn't sure where, or even from who. She knew no one that scowled like that. Well, except for the man next to her.

The captain of their private school's Kendo team had very expressive eyes. They dominated his features and it seemed that, besides his teammates, no one else has noticed. Honestly, how have they not? When no one is around or he's looking elsewhere, she watches his every move. She's done so for years. Hilary has a crush on him, a big one. No one knew how she really felt about him though and she was determined to keep it that way.

"Don't tell me you actually believe in that crap?" Takao growled lowly at her. It rumbled throughout his throat. She was clearly getting under his skin.

"I do," he seethed. Words couldn't express just how sick he was of her annual attitude. Why was she like this anyway? What was the real reason? Ugh, he couldn't pinpoint it, but he was determined to at least try and turn the feminine skeptic. Hilary grabbed and turned him by his shoulders. He looked directly into her determined eyes.

"Then show me," she said. He nodded.

"Man, she's scary," he thought with wide eyes.

While they walked in silence Hilary put a hand to her stomach. It was twisting and churning in all sorts of ways. She was nervous too and that didn't help things. Why was she feeling this way? Though she appeared brave, she really wasn't. She looked ahead, noticing they'd approached the town's old ravine. The two were standing on the ever browning grass beside it. Hilary looked around, shocked at how decrepit the place was.

"Everything's dilapidated, contorted, and broken. The grass is either dying or overgrown and there are weeds everywhere," the brunette told him. The two were looking at each other.

"Yeah," he said. "Walk with me," he urged, and though hesitant, she did so. Curiosity overriding her other emotions.

To be continued…

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Part Two will be posted soon.