Life, Death, Happiness, Sadness, White, Black, Morning, Night, Love, Hate, Peace, Turmoil; these are all opposites. They were opposites just as these are. They probably don't remember when it started, but they will never forget the journey that followed. Whether he meant to or not, he turned her whole world up-side-down and inside-out, but not necessarily in a bad way. So many opposites, so many contradictions; they were a contradiction. But the question to ask is are they really as opposite as they seem? Because, it may be that it was all a part of their destiny. Anyway, for now the story will just start from the beginning and focus on these two people, these two… Conflicting Opposites.
"Stop! Thief! Someone get him!" yelled a portly, middle-aged man. The man waved his fists in the air wildly as he ran down the street trying to catch the disappearing boy ahead of him. The teen smirked as he ran, or rather jogged, away down the cobblestone path.
"He stole a weeks worth of merchandise, stop him!" screamed the man. The teen chuckled under his breath as he listened to the screams of the shopkeeper who he'd just stolen from, and the shouts of the people as they tried to find and catch him.
"There he is!" shouted a young woman.
"That's not him! He's over there!" said someone closer to him.
"Who are we looking for?" asked a man.
"It's The Black Outlaw! He's wearing his normal outfit too, how hard is it to find him?!" barked the angry shopkeeper. Looking around frantically for the boy.
The teen smiled to himself as he thought about those poor villagers. He quickly turned a corner and slowed to a brisk walk. He was sure that no one could see him now so he dropped his guard and allowed himself to think about the villagers a little more. He was too smart for them, and he knew it. It wasn't fair to them because he had a secret advantage and so he knew they'd never be able to catch him, The Black Outlaw, and that's why he was confident enough to steal now, when there was still light out from the setting sun. The only thing anyone knows about him is what he wears, the rest are rumors of things people make up, and that's how he plans to keep it. He kept his head down under his dark hood, to make sure no one could see his face or hair and give away any distinctive features. He wasn't from this country, so if anyone saw him, they'd know instantly where he was from.
The evening air was crisp and cool as he strolled through the alleys of the town. The sun had long set on the horizon, leaving only the lamps that dotted the streets as light, so the alleys were practically pitch-black. The boy's bag that was full of stolen goods jingled in tune to his steps as his black boots moved down the familiar paths. A sudden wind blew his black cape back, as well as his hood, exposing his blonde hair. He quickly yanked his hood back over his head and looked around for any signs of life. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw he was alone and kept walking, making sure to hold his hood every time the wind picked up.
The teen reached the edge of town where the forest begins and looked up at the glowing moon, his emerald eyes sparkling in the reflection of the moon. He looked back past the sleeping town and over the hills to the brightly lit castle. Its high gates, pointed towers, and rounded windows sadden and angered him. Bits of his past flashed in his mind and he turned away in disgust and walked into the forest.
After about a half mile trek in the forest he came upon a large tree with a huge trunk covered in moss. He pulled back a piece of bark and climbed inside the tree trunk. It had been hollowed out and supported by bark to make sure it didn't collapse. He bent down and unlatched a lock and dropped down into what used to be a secret bunker during a war a long time ago, but he now used it as a home and secret hideout.
He walked down the cramped hallway to a small wooden door that opened into the kitchen. His nostrils were immediately met with the smell of dinner.
"Mmmm, my favorite, porridge." he said in dry humor.
"Thank God! You're finally back! You're later than normal." said a voice from the other room.
"Yeah..." He looked around at the small, makeshift kitchen. The fireplace in the corner supplied the heat as well as cooked the meals, like the pot of porridge that was hanging over it now. There was a small hole that allowed the heat to escape without burning down the tree. Other than that, there wasn't much else besides a brown, wooden table, two matching chairs, and a matching cupboard that sat in the opposite corner of the fireplace.
"You scared me, I thought you might have gotten into trouble or hurt or..."
"I'm okay, I'm sorry I worried you. I just took the long way home is all." The teen said sitting down at the table in the middle of the room. A young woman with curly, auburn hair and matching red eyes walked into the kitchen and gave him a hug. then looked him over.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're covered in dirt." she said with a look of concern. The teen looked down at himself and sure enough, his black t-shirt was covered in mud and his black cargo pants were smudged with dirt.
"Yes, I'm sure. And aren't I always covered in dirt?" He countered in an even tone.
"Yes, you are, but-"
"But you are still worried, even though there is nothing to worry about. Thanks, Erika, but I'm not the scared little boy you think I am."
"I know that. But can you blame me for worrying? You keep everything to yourself and never tell me what's going on or how you're feeling. I wouldn't know if you are fine or ready to blow up the town." She said exasperated.
"Nope, I don't think I'll blow it up today. Too hungry. Is dinner ready?" In his typical monotone voice.
"Takumi! Seriously! Talk to me honestly for once!" Erika said, slightly angered.
"I'm okay! What else do you want me to say?" Takumi said, trying to move on from this conversation.
"I just wish I could help you be more happy." She said in a serious tone.
"You are a great help, Erika. You practically raised me these past 7 years. That's about as helpful as a person can get."
She scoffed. "Yeah, I raised you. I think you mean you saved me and I helped you around this "house" as thanks."
"No, really, you were and are a big help. Trust me. Now, is dinner ready?" He said.
"It should be ready in a minute. But you know Takumi, one day I hope you find someone you can open up to, you know? And not have to feel like you can't be honest and talk to them. I want you to fall in love."
He didn't respond and they ate dinner in silence, after which Erika went straight to bed, claiming to be sleepy but Takumi knew she was just sulking. Instead of going to bed, Takumi stayed up and thought about what Erika said earlier.
"Someone I can open up to, huh?" He said aloud to no one. "I wonder who that would be."
Takumi went to bed that night dreaming of the girl that he could open up his heart to. In his dream he saw a hazy image of a girl with striking amber eyes and long black hair. He woke up with the image still in his mind.
I wonder who that could be, he thought.
"Could that be the girl I'll fall in love with?" He joked to himself.
He got out of bed to prepare for the day, little did he know it would be the day that changed the rest of his life.
Sooo definitely different from my first story yeah? I know there is no Misaki in the beginning but don't worry, it just had to start that way. Everything will be fine so stay calm, she's coming. This is a slightly different and definitely slightly more depressing story...Don't ask why haha. They obviously are set in a different time and place and the chapters are shorter(in my opinion but I was told this was the same length as PSP). And I'm putting my dribble at the end of these chapters so you can get straight to each chapter. The updates on this are going to be VERY slow because I have to split my time with not just PSP but also my writing I do not on Fanfic, sooooo that's it for today.
I so do NOT own Maid-sama or it's characters!
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