I would like everyone to know I am not giving up on my story, The Melter Of My Heart. I'm not going to bother with excuses, though. I feel there's no need for it. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this story. My writing has improved a bit, as well.
Lyrics: courtesy of me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mai HiME and it's characters. Sunrise does.
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Tragedy. This was what fell upon a young girl's family.
Pain. It was all the little girl could feel for a long time.
Hate. The girl held hate in her heart, praying for a chance of revenge.
Indifference. She was numb in her body; frozen.
Silence. It was the only answer she'd ever recieved.
Love. Something she would feel much sooner than she ever thought.
Let Me Feel Once More
When I get to feeling like I always do
I start to bite off way more that I can chew
So I choke and I broke the bloke
Who smoked and got doped up with some weed
That gets me feelin' like I can speed
Down the highways
And like I can do everything my way
Nah Way, I don't give a damn what you say cuz it's pay
Back time for you mothafuckas who
Emerald irises pierced the road before her as she sped to her destination. Her head bobbed to the music blaring over the roar of the Sports-bike's engine, the words seemingly playing a replay of her life.
Caused me so much grief in my life times two
So watch ya back cuz that's when I'm gonna shoot
You have no idea whatcha gotcha self into
When you broke into my house that night
And now I'm itching fo' a fight
Make sho you gotcha house locked up tight
I don't got no mo' mercy for no one anymore
Fuckas di'n't even botha to use the fucking front door
Instead decided to crash the fucking window
To my parent's bedroom even though
We was on the fucking seventh flo'
Of our apartment complex
Which don't even make any mothafucking sense
But then again, when does murder even make any sense?
And that's what I said in my head
As I watched my family get tied up from unda my bed
And then shot in they head so they slumped ova dead
N' I started to feel dread in the pit of my stomach
When they see my rug and start to tug it
And I was laying on it, and all I could thing was, 'Shit'
This is the end for me
But at least now I won't miss mommy and daddy and sissy
She swerved suddenly, sending her heart into a race.
Suddenly, my rug stops movin' and I stop chewin'
On my bottom lip that I started to rip
Open with my teeth and I hear this noise
From the front door that makes the murderers poise
Ready to shoot the fucka who forces his way into my joint
It was the popo's who heard the gun shots
And for once showed up ready to pop
The murderers in their cranium
Fuckin' shady bums, fill 'em with Uranium
Let the pit-bulls loose on them
Til they pay for what they done
To my little sista, to ma fatha n' to my mum
Yeah
She cursed the rain, having almost crashed once again. The song was distracting her severely, but she couldn't stop listening to the words that hit home.
I'll neva forget their ugly faces
Hope their murder leaves fucking traces
So that my bullet will fucking chase 'em
To their fucking graves, their lives I'll take them
And when they start to bleed, I'll make 'em bleed more
I'll kick their asses 'till their fucking butts' sore
I'll make being alive seem like a tedious damn chore
Revenge is something that I fucking strive for
Just as the chorus finished, the battery died. The bike-rider cursed for forgetting to charge her IPod that night and roughly yanked the music player out of her helmet, stuffing the electronic device into zip-up pocket inside her leather riding jacket. She settled for replaying the lyrics from the song repeatedly in her head, occasionally rapping it out aloud.
Finally, the snake-like road turned into a large Academy, but instead of going into the parking lot, she took a trail leading to the forest. The motorcyclist parked on the roots of a few close-together trees. The overlapping branches prevented most of the rain from reaching the ground and provided enough shelter for her to hurriedly change out of her leather jacket and full-body leather suit and into her brown and orange school uniform. She folded the suit and stuffed it into a compartment under the bike's seat, opting to keep the leather jacket on, if only to prevent the upper half of her body from getting soaked.
Geez, she thought in irritation, the first day of my last year in school, and it fucking rains. -.-".
That though in mind, the third year sprinted towards the high school building, which was between the grade school building and the Junior High building. Within 15 seconds, the jade-eyed teen clear three hundred fifty feet of open ground, a remarkable feat. It was a shame that no one was there to witness it, or so she thought.
Just as she stumbled into the building, a blonde with a dominating presence yelled, "YOU! There is no running allowed on campus unless it is during chimp!"
...Chimp? Unless she means gym...
Emeralds rolled. "Whatever."
This nonchalant response only angered the strong-voiced blonde. Angrily, she strode over to the blunette and caught the girl's arm in an iron grip. "Come with me! Kaichou-san will straighten you out just fine." She growled, yanking the teen along with her as she dragged her to the Student Council's room.
Upon reaching their destination, the rule-breaker was shoved into the room. The door slammed shut behind her.
She caught herself with the use of a nearby desk, saving herself the embarrassment of falling flat on her face. Her eyes held murder. Before she could turn around and let all Hell break loose, a beautifully-accented voice cut through her mind, successfully distracting her.
"Ara, ara, Haruka-san, why have you already brought in a student for me to see? Classes have only begun seventeen minutes ago, not to mention it's only the first day of school," The owner of the lovely voice pointed out.
The biker's attention fell upon a gorgeous young woman with wavy, light-brown hair and smooth, porcelain skin. Deep, ruby gems gazed at her, seemingly seeing through her. Her soft, pink lips were pulled into a polite, yet amused smile. She had her elbows rested on the desk she sat behind and had her hands clasped under her chin.
"This delinquent was caught running on school grounds, and she is late!" Haruka yelled, and the "delinquent" glared at her.
"Haruka-san, please calm down." She ordered the violet-eyed teenager, then turned to the damp student. "And you- would you please state your name?"
There was a tense pause, and then, "Kuga Natsuki."
The Kaichou smiled pleasantly. "That's a beautiful name, Kuga-san. Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Fujino Shizuru, the Student Council President here at Fuuka Gakuen."
Natsuki nodded and decided to sit on one of the desks, which were arranged in a rectangle with the Kaichou's desk filling the shorter side. This, of course, annoyed Haruka, but she chose not to comment for once.
Shizuru, on the other hand, found this somewhat cute. She turned her attention back to the screen of her computer and typed in Natsuki's name. She was pulling her file up, as was required when a student breaks the rules and there is no sufficient evidence. In this case, there was; Haruka wasn't one to lie. Shizuru simply had a sudden, intense curiousity about Kuga Natsuki and felt the need to pull up her file.
After a few moments, it popped up.
Kuga Natsuki
Third Year
Age- 17
D/O/B- August 15
Height- 5'3"
Weight- 105 lbs
Blood Type- B
B/W/H- 81/57/83
Previously attended St. Spica, one of the all-girls academies on Aestrea Hill. Was kicked out for insubordination and immoral conduct.
Has a long history of being involved in and/or starting violent fights that usually lead to the other student being sent to the school infirmary, or sometimes the hospital. Is normally quiet and well-behaved, unless seriously provoked. Skips class frequently, yet passes all classes with high A's; skipping is usually overlooked because of this. Is athletically talented, especially in track and swimming. Is known to ride a Sports-bike, specifically a Ducati DRIII. It is unknown where she parks it.
Lives outside of school in an apartment, location unknown.
Family- N/A.
Medical Problems- N/A.
"I think Kuga-san should only recieve a warning. After all, it is the first day of school, and it is raining, so it would only be logical to try to hurry indoors." Shizuru said after reading the surprisingly short file of one Kuga Natsuki. Usually, there was much more information...
Haruka objected heatedly.
Shizuru sighed. "Haruka-san, the girl was doing no harm. There is no need for any punishment. Surely you would not attempt any injustice, would you?"
"Of course not! That would be infavorable!" She shouted.
"Ara, I think you mean 'intolerable'." Shizuru corrected the blonde mildly. She recieved a glare and a grumbled comment about "repeating words".
Suddenly, Natsuki spoke up, "Oi, I don't have all day. Am I in trouble or not? I'm kinda missing class right now."
Haruka glared at her whilst Shizuru smiled; the girl had a point. "No, Kuga-san. You are not in trouble, but I do request that you do not be late again, otherwise action will be taken." Her voice was soft, but the meaning was imbedded sternly in her words. Natsuki knew she was being serious.
"Yes, Kaichou-sama. May I leave now?" Natsuki asked quietly, waiting for dissmisal somewhat impatiently.
Shizuru nodded and said, "You may leave. Have a nice day, Kuga-san."
"Mm." Was all Natsuki said as she exited the room, her long, blue hair flowing behind her.
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So, is this worth continuing? I'm planning on not having immediate ShizNat. I want to try to be original in my story, minus the obvious future relationship and other over-used topics. I'm pretty sure I've said that in my other ones, but whatever. I always mean it.
Oh, and the chapters would be longer, as well. This is only a test-chappie! Also, I went ahead and erased the "issuses" Natsuki had after reading a very helpful review by Wolvenkite, although I'm pretty sure most of y'all know what they are already.
Please, R&R. This is how I know I will continue. :) Have a nice day.
