This is a short story about Kai before he lost his parents. You guys will probably hate me for this, but I just felt like writing about the times when Kai was happy. You know?
Kai sighed as he looked out his classroom window. 'When is it going to be lunch?' he thought, as he looked at the clock above his teachers desk. 15 minutes until he could eat with his blonde friend, Miwa, and have another one of their strange conversations they always had to pass the time.
'I wonder if Miwa will talk about the camping trip he went on last weekend?' he thought, moving his eyes next to him where his friend was sitting. Miwa glanced over at Kai and made his signature goofy smile. Kai grinned back and continued to look out the window.
After what seemed like forever, the bell rang and Miwa and Kai raced to the rooftop where they always had lunch together. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, bugs were flying around, and birds were singing their sweet melodies.
Kai opened his lunch box and smiled. The food he and his mother worked on that night smelt delicious. Miwa bought something from the school cafeteria since he slept in and forgot his.
The two boys looked at each other and laughed, pointing at crumbs found on each others cheeks. "Man," Miwa chuckled, "I didn't know you could be such a slob." "Oh shut up," Kai laughed, wiping his face and moved his (now empty) lunch box aside.
"How was the trip?" he asked Miwa, who had finished his rice ball and looked at his brown haired friend.
"Oh you know," the blond started, "the regular stuff. Fireplace, hiking, fishing, bear stalking…" "Bear stalking?!" Kai interrupted. His eyes widened in surprise. "You caught a real bear, like, giant furball with teeth and claws?"
"You bet!" Miwa grinned. Kai looked at him in disbelief. "Liar."
As the final bell rang, students began to leave. School had finished, and Kai and Miwa began to walk down the dirt path that led to a park where the two would hang out until dinner.
"There's a table open over there." Kai pointed to a picnic table by a row of bushes. It was in the shade, and no other kids were playing by it.
"Great!" Miwa cried, and ran to the table. Once they were seated, the two boys pulled small plastic boxes out of their pockets. They emptied the contents of the boxes, and put them aside. From the boxes were decks of cards, which they shuffled and placed face down on the table. They each grabbed 5 of the cards and held them. Another was put in front of them, face down. On the count of three, the two of them called out: "Stand up, (the) vanguard!"