"Pervert! Get out!" screamed a chorus of angry girlish voices. I quickly ran out while covering my head and apologizing while they threw toilet rolls and anything sharp they could find at me. Dammit, I forgot I wasn't a girl at the moment. I continued running, my red scarf blowing in the wind. I winced slightly as I occasionally bumped or ran over someone. Actually, I think I ran over at least five people so far. I looked behind me with realization. Oh, so that was why there's an angry mob behind me- My eyes widened. Wait! Angry mob?! I ran faster for my dear life. I sighed exasperatedly. Why me-? I gasped when someone suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me into an alley. They covered my mouth and restrained my hands.
"Alright, where is that bastard?!" shouted an angry farmer, followed by a chorus of complaints. The person that was restraining me sighed a breath of relief once they all passed. They let go of my hands. However, I wasn't expecting it, so I tripped and fell down. I groaned and rubbed my back. Stupid ground. They offered a hand to me. I took it while still groaning in pain. I opened one eye to analyze the person. I raised an eyebrow. I think it is a boy? He had long dark blue hair kept in a low ponytail and bright hazel eyes. He had a fair complexion and he wore this black cloak-cape thing. Talk about weird.
"Who are you? Why were those people trying to hunt you down?" he asked coldly. I was completely unfazed from his tone. I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my head.
"You see, I accidentally went into the lady's bathroom-" I started.
"So you're a pervert?" he asked plainly. I twitched and forced a smile.
"No, I'm not. I just said it was an accident." I answered forcibly. He crossed his arms and eyed me up and down.
"You look like a pervert to me-" he replied in a bored tone.
"I said I wasn't a pervert!" I screamed. I immediately regretted it and clasped my mouth when I realized how loud I was shouting. I groaned when I heard some footsteps coming this way. My eyes widened when the long-haired guy grabbed my hand again and led me down the alley. We made a sharp turn left, right, right and then straight ahead. My eyes widened with recognition, this was a forest! I looked around curiously, wow!
"I'm going to ask you again..." I turned around to face him. I raised an eyebrow when he reached into his cloak thingy and pulled out a dagger. He spun it with ease in his fingers. I gasped when it just barely missed my face. My eyes widened. When did he even throw it?! My eyes lit up with amazement and I clapped my hands.
"That was so cool!" I cheered happily, my eyes shining with excitement. He didn't say anything. My eyes widened when he pulled out some more daggers, easily holding ten in one hand. He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at me.
"...Just who are you?" he asked coldly. I gave him a victory sign and a huge grin.
"I'm Cyn Kasmine! What's your name?" I cheerfully greeted. I pouted as I tilted my head left, dodging a dagger that would've been fatal. I frowned while raising an eyebrow at him. Is he a good or bad guy? My mouth stretched into a straight line. Well he did help me, but now he's trying to kill me.
"I don't recognize your name in any wanted posters. So why were those people chasing you?" he asked suspiciously. I shrugged, which caused another dagger to be thrown at me. I sighed and dodged it with ease. I held my hands behind my head in a carefree manner.
"Hey, stop it already. You might kill me." I complained boredly. He completely ignored what I said and instead opted to throw more daggers at me. I sighed and dodged them. I gasped when he was suddenly at my throat, dagger in hand.
"I purposely went easy on you and hoped that you would take the hint, but I suppose you're one of the stupider ones." he replied menacingly. He held the dagger closer to my throat. I pouted as I narrowed my eyes slightly.
"I already told you. I accidentally went into the girl's bathroom-" I started.
"Then why would guys be chasing you?" he asked impatiently.
"I might've trampled and bumped into some people on the way." I answered before whistling innocently. He sighed slowly and took the dagger away from my throat. I breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed my neck, I smiled when I saw there was no blood. Good, I wouldn't want to stain my scarf with blood, even if it is red to start with. He continued to glare at me.
"Why are you wearing a scarf? It's pretty suspicious to wear one in summer." he muttered. I laughed and pointed at it.
"This scarf is my treasure! It's only second to my own life!" I answered happily. He raised an eyebrow at me and studied the red scarf that was tied comfortably around my neck.
"Why is it so important to you?" he asked. My smile lessened slightly.
"This...was the only thing I was left with before my mother abandoned me." I forced out. There was a slight silence.
"I see. I'm sorry to hear that-" he replied in a nonchalant tone.
"No! Don't be!" I protested. His eyes widened slightly with surprise, but he didn't say or do anything. I stared sternly at him.
"As long as I'm not dead, don't pity me," I grinned and pointed my thumb at myself, "I'm not as weak as I look- wait, I don't look weak either. Scratch that." I shrugged. He looked slightly taken aback before he smiled slightly for the first time. He sighed with a smile.
"I don't see what's so strong about you, but I won't pity you." he replied. I grinned. I raised an eyebrow when I heard some rustling in the bushes. The long-haired-dagger guy noticed it too and got into a defensive stance, ten daggers in each hand.
"Oi bitch! You there!?" a rough voice called out. I felt goosebumps on my entire body. I swiftly turned around to the source of the voice, they couldn't possibly be talking about me, could they?! Impossible! I'm wearing a wig, I binded my chest and I'm even wearing freaking contacts! What more do they want?! About two dozen men came out of the clearing. They were all armed with weapons. I smiled bemusedly. They looked rather mean and angry too.
"Hey, you two!" one of them shouted. I tilted my head and pointed a finger at myself while the long-haired guy didn't even spare them a glance. That seemed to push them over the edge.
"Oi! The blue-head! Listen when we're talking to you! We're the Accursed Pirates, y'know?! We could kill you right now if we wanted to-!" he warned. I giggled as the long-haired guy threw a dagger at him without looking. It made direct contact with the pirate's arm, which caused the pirate to topple over.
"Oi, you bitch-!" he cursed. I gasped in surprise as a knife was impossibly fast thrown at him. The long-haired guy stared menacingly at him, his eyes shining with fury.
"Don't call me a bitch. I'm a guy, you fucking got that?" he ordered. I giggled, but I muffled it with the back of my hand. Because giggling isn't manly, y'know? I grinned. This is the first time I saw him lose his cool. I raised an eyebrow. Not saying he is cool. I'm much cooler. The said goonie was on the ground groaning in pain. They immediately charged at us. The long-haired guy sighed and mumbled something about how this was a waste of time while I just laughed and waited excitedly.
"Oi," he mumbled. I looked at him. "don't even think that I'll protect you. If you die, then it's not my problem." he replied with a bored tone. I laughed and waved a hand.
"Don't worry, I don't think I like you! I wouldn't let you protect me even if you wanted to." I chirped. He spared me one more glance before charging into battle. I pouted.
"No fair! Leave some for me!" I shouted, which he replied with a grunt. I crossed my arms. Talk about stingy.
Hey minna! I hoped you liked the first chapter of my new story! As you know, Cyn/Cynthia is a cross-dresser that's actually a female! However, she wears a wig, binds her chest and wears contact lens. Thanks for reading and please review, follow and favourite!