Author's Note- First of all, I decided to revise this story because the grammar was horrible. Second of all, I now have more experience in writing and I think I can greatly improve this story and fix many errors.

Please enjoy this and I will write it in respect of the original which so many liked.

And now, I've even included a new beginning! Although it's only a paragraph.

The Soul That Found Its Missing Piece (Revised)

Chapter One:

Eyes That Awaken Mine

The way things start out are funny, really. You never expect anything or want anything and despite how much you pray at night or plead to some unknown God out there, it happens and you can't stop it or pause it from happening. In the beginning, I felt lost but I was intrigued by one lone, miserable boy who couldn't stand me. I couldn't stop or wouldn't stop thinking about the red-haired boy I thought was so rude and cruel to me, it was as if destiny had bound us together so tightly, I couldn't escape. So much has happened since then…sometimes it's hard to recall everything, especially the beginning. I wonder maybe if I had done something a little differently, things would have turned out completely different.

But I remember the day before I met him perfectly.

I sat on the corner of my block as I always do. Rain fell from the clouds and clashed against my clothing while my hair dripped the wet, transparent substance, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Great, my least favorite holiday; stupid Hallmark made that holiday anyway, I thought. I looked up at the gray sky and my eyes blinked every time I felt water fell on my face.

I was usually alone, at school, at home and everywhere else I went. I had no friends because I really didn't see the point. I hated feeling lonely though, but I always pushed my emotions deep inside of me, folding myself over in attempts to become numb to pain. It sort of worked, I usually didn't feel anything and I didn't particularly care for much. I stood from the wet curb and started to walk back toward my home. It was around six o'clock and my mother expected me for dinner. I grunted as I opened the door to my two-story, peach-colored house and closed the wooden door behind me. I trudged through the dimly lit, empty living room, up the carpet covered stairs and wandered into my room; I flung myself onto my dark purple bed and tried to ignore the sounds of an acoustic guitar playing in the room next to mine. My brother was playing sharp, quick chords to a love song he was trying to speed up.

"Mahaku…" I whispered to myself.

I wrapped my arms around my pillow and let my mind wander freely.

"KUSOTA! MAHAKU! DINNER!" came my mother's yell from downstairs.

I heard my brother run down, making dull thumping noises all the way. I, on the other hand, took my sweet time to make my way down the stairs and walk into the bright dining room. The glass table was pilled halfway with documents, papers and other things for my mom's job. On the other half were the plates filled with rice, vegetable and what I thought was chicken because from my perspective, it looked more like a light, brown blob. I sat down in my respective place, next to my brother and facing my mother and began to pick at my food, or as I call it, the hills of blob on my plate.

As I was rearranging my food, my mother spoke in a calm, sweet voice: "Have you heard there's a new boy in town? He just moved a block down, or two."

Because I was so busy picking at the selective bits of food that I would eat, I wasn't paying attention until she ended with, "I believe he's in your class Kusota. Maybe you could become friends."

When I heard her speak those words, a fear erupted deep inside my body. Somewhere in that endless void of bleak darkness, a panic rose itself and I physically shrunk away from her suggestion. I sat frozen and I had stopped moving food about my plate as I waited to see if she would speak again. I could feel tension in the atmosphere as my brother looked up to see what I would say to our mother while she patiently waited for my answer. An answer that I would clearly not give her as I could feel my emotions being pushed back inside of myself due to the tension in the air.

My chair screeched across the wooden floor as I stood and made my way to my room, all but calm. I had even forgotten to thank my mother. I closed my door behind me and sat on my bed, engrossing myself in the book I was currently reading. Oh, did I mention my affinity for books? I love books. You could even say I was a bookworm but since I have no friends, I have nothing better to do with my time. When I turned to the last page of the dark blue novel, I closed it and placed it on my bedside table that I had painted one lonely summer. I looked over at my digital alarm clock to find a red "11:00 pm" flashing back at me. I turned off my light and swung my purple sheets over myself.

I wondered and fantasized about maybe actually befriending the new kid in town. He didn't know who I was, where I came from or anything about me at all; we could start fresh. Then, realizing my pathetic attempts at friendship I scoffed at myself and felt tears make their way moist way down my face and onto my pillow.

Dark circles appeared on my pillow as my tears seeped into the fabric, staining it. Whimpers were boiling up in my throat, begging to be released and heard but I forced them back down. In my struggle, I coughed and cried out loudly. Quickly, I shut my mouth and hoped no one had heard. Unluckily, my twin brother opened my door and walked into my bare and dark room. Feeling around, he found my bed and sat at my feet. I pulled them up so he wouldn't touch them.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he hushed, knowing to keep his distance. I kept my silence and turned over under my bed sheets to face the wall. I heard a deep sigh from my brother as he got up and I felt his body heat as he leaned over and embraced me, sheet and all.

And I started to cry like a child again because no one ever hugs me.

I've never really received love in any form from anyone other than my brother. He was the definition of good-looking in my school. Girls fawned themselves for his shaggy brown locks, his cylinder piercing in his right ear, his 5'10" stature and even, the chilling red eyes that we share. He had many friends so he was never lonely; he was the popular one in the family.

I sat up and saw the outline of his face through the darkness.

"I-I don't want to be lonely anymore. I want to have friends…" I weakly said. I never really spoke much so this was one of my longer sentences but Mahaku wasn't surprised. In fact, he had a sad expression plastered upon his face. He embraced me again and I returned the gesture, he was the only one I ever had compassion for because he was the only one who was ever there for me.

"You can come to the mall tomorrow with my friends. You'll see, they won't ignore you," he said, reassuringly.

"Thanks Mahaku."

"No problem," he released me, "what would I do without my little sister?"

He smiled and exited my room. Feeling relieved, I laid down and fell asleep with happiness dancing about my head. I dreamed of a day I would smile and laugh all the time, just like those idiots you see on TV. As I was dreaming and wondering what I would do all the time smiling, I stirred and blinked a few times before realizing that it was already morning. I bent over my bed and reached under it for my sketchbook. I opened it and drew a few ideas and scribbled a few words here and there from a pencil I had left in there.

Once I ran out of ideas, I took a shower and changed into something that I thought would be appropriate for the mall. I dug around in my closet for black jeans, a white tank top and a light, black jacket. When I was dressed, I headed back into my bathroom, which was extremely bare with its white walls and white everything, and stared at my hair. I would have loved to do something with it but my blue locks that brushed just past my shoulders seemed fine to me.

I strolled over to my brother's room, trying not to seem too anxious or excited so I knocked twice.

He yelled back at me, "Hold on! You don't want me to come out naked do ya?"

Usually, one would laugh at my brother's joke or even chuckle in a half-hearted attempt to seem amused. But not me, never me, never a chuckle or a smile would escape from me but it wasn't as though I was hiding it. Deep inside, I could feel the urging burn every time I was supposed to laugh or smile. I just think my body wouldn't allow me that pleasure, I guess I've been stained-

I guess I've-

I have to learn to deal with things, I complain too much. My brother opened the door to his room and stepped out in a green t-shirt and a simple pair of jeans. He towered over me when he had his Vans on, I was always amazed at how those shoes made his feet look so much larger than they were, and how they didn't fall apart at my brother's hobby-skateboarding. He abused his shoes so much; I was mildly surprised at how they held. Anyway, when he came out in his clothes, a towel on his head, I turned and walked gracefully down the stairs and into the kitchen. I felt the wooden floors tremble as my older brother threw the wet towel into his room and followed me. After a quick breakfast of bread and milk, Mahaku grabbed his skateboard from the living room and we headed out the door.

Quietly, we made our way to outdoor mall. There was a road full of stores but Mahaku liked to hang out in an empty parking lot and skate there. When we trudged along the empty streets, I felt like holding my arm up and shielding my eyes against the bright rays of the hot sun. It was edging towards November now, so a small, weak wind passed by but other than that it was pretty warm. My black outfit didn't really help but this was what I always wore. I wouldn't change it because of the heat.

When we finally came across the empty parking lot, his friends were already there. All of them were known name-wise in our school; they were (my brother included) known as the pranksters, the ones who would be in charge of the senior prank, although none of them were seniors just yet. I parted form my brother after waving unenthusiastically when they smiled "hello's" and sat on a small, gray wall near them. All of his friends fell under the cliché of the rebellious, skate group. Three of them had shaggy brown hair of various hues; one had long, greasy hair while the tallest of them all (and the loudest) stood out like a sore thumb with his chemically-dyed black mohawk.

I watched them laugh and cheer as they took turns lying on the ground and using their skateboards, jump over each other. A couple of times, they would fall and yell and push at each other, but they would voluntarily risk hurting themselves so that another could have fun. I could only reassure myself how I wouldn't sacrifice myself that way, not for anyone else. I live for myself and that's the end of it, none of this other nonsense.

It looks like they're having fun.

Not that I wanted to join or anything, I was just observing what I was seeing, the laughter and the smiles, they were having fun and I knew that but it didn't particularly bother me. It never bothers me. Not anymore.

As I inched my way to watch them from a closer distance, a vibrant, rare color grasped my attention as I saw it from the corner of my eye. I turned and arched my back to get a better look, I scanned the crowd and there it flashed again. A beautiful color, an odd color, it was the color of roses and love, the color of blood and suffering and it was on a boy. His crimson head was visible from miles away and I could see it clearly although I was far. Like a magnet, I was lured to it and I stood up and whisked in between the growing hordes of people to catch that color. The boy with that crimson hair was walking away from me, towards the direction of the stores, as I was getting closer; I noticed the skin on the back of his neck was unusually pale, almost like my own. I don't know how my interest had gotten the better of me but I continued to follow him. He seemed to be alone since he hadn't spoken or turned to acknowledge anyone.

Usually, one knows everyone else in this small town but I had never laid my eyes on this boy (who seemed to be about my age) before. I would have remembered it; he was unusual in many ways. They way he walked, slowly but with confidence and intimidation.

"That must be the new kid," I decided as he stalked into my favorite store, Hot Topic and I walked in after him.

I hid behind the anime section of the store as I kept my eye on him while appearing to have an interest in whatever this store had to sell. I even whispered the words that were playing on the store's radio. As the boy's foot stepped and his toes faced me, I turned to look at the wall. I pretended to be interested in a particularly boring poster that I knew nothing about as the boy walked up beside me. As if I wasn't even there, he ignored me completely not even glancing at me which was what everyone else did. But this boy was different, he wasn't like anyone else, he was completely different and I was sure of it.

Although he did have some common tastes, he was staring at a skateboard that hung low on the wall. He stared at it intently with an expression and maybe even a glare. The front where you placed your feet was black and the back was white, in the middle of the board was a skull, sneering. Then the rest of the board was covered with small red anarchist signs. Then the crimson haired boy leaned over to hold the price tag in his hand. As he looked at it, his face was expressionless. He then dropped the tag and walked away and out of the store. Since I knew expressionless expressions too well, I knew he couldn't afford it.

Without even thinking, I took the skateboard and paid for it. Then, I bolted out of the store, after the boy. He wasn't far off but he had just turned a corner into a less crowded neighborhood. I jogged after him, pushing past people and ignoring their subtle insults. I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, my breath uneven from the jog. The boy turned and his teal eyes burned with a strange sort of fire that I'd never seen before. They were intense, in a hostile kind of way. I could only gap, mouth wide open, at him. His eyes seemed to make the blood vessels in my throat twist and entwine into a knot because I simply couldn't speak. I opened my mouth but no words came out. He just stood there and glared at me, I knew I was completely wasting his time.

I closed my mouth and opened it again to mutter, "I saw you wanted this," I lifted the bag to his face, "so here."

He looked at it and said nothing, he wouldn't he take the bag.

I gasped, "You don't have to pay me back. I figured you're the new kid so take this as a welcoming."

I tried to smile but the muscles in my face wouldn't budge.

"Why should I take it? I don't even know you, you're wasting my time."

His velvety voice was so smooth and calm and cold. But it was such an attractive voice; it could have lead me easily to do anything. But the harshness of his words and tone prevented me from completely falling victim to him. His tone even gave a sharp edge to his otherwise seductive voice.

I stared at the floor and the awkwardness came. I felt embarrassed because although no one had ever spoken to me, they were never so rude and outright cruel with me either. I had no idea what to do, so I turned and ran back to where my brother should have been. I swear I could feel the burning of his eyes on my back. From what I knew, he probably grabbed the bag and walked off, wondering why someone would buy him something because when I glanced back, both the bag and the boy were gone.

I found my brother still fooling around with his friends. They were yelling out goodbyes when Mahaku turned to search for me. As I came into sight and approached him, he asked, curiously, "Where were you?"

"Oh, just looking around," I responded.

I didn't want to tell my brother about the strange, mean kid, so we set out to walk home. As I thought about it, I realized that it had been a long time since I had spoken to someone other than my family. Even though it wasn't the friendliest of conversations, I was happy I had spoken to the weird boy. I thought that hopefully, I'll see him tomorrow in class.

The rest of the day drifted on without anything interesting, just like every other day. I felt remotely happy and I went to sleep with a small smile on my face.

This actually took me a lot longer than the original, considering its three times longer. Anyway, PLEASE review, or else I'm going to assume no one likes this story and I'll stop writing it. But let me know how you feel about this revised version. And I need to knwo how to improve etc.

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