A/N: This is a first person view on Nagi's life. He's my favorite
person. I don't know if he would be sarcastic like this, but this is just
a view on what he's like.
Chapter One
Walking backwards is stupid. Never, ever do it. If you don't, you might not end up getting a sprained ankle because of it. Yeah, who'd have thought, Nagi, the telekinetic, can't even catch himself from tripping over his own feet. Seriously, I was just backing up, watching Farf play with his knives again, and I fell flat on my ass, twisting my ankle in the process. Just perfect. What a great way to begin the morning.
The mighty light-glinting-off-glasses leader of ours informed me that I was not to go to school or on missions before he left to look into work for us, presumably. Which essentially means: stay in the house while we go off and have fun. Well, fun isn't the word, but I'm stuck here for two weeks; hopefully my ankle is healed by then.
And imagine me on a mission and someone, maybe Weiss (who knows why they're still after us? We ARE no longer enemies, after all) attacks. What would I do? Limp around pathetically screaming "What do I do??? I have no powers with my ankle sprained!!"? NO!! I'm a telekinetic. A telekinetic. I can fight. With. My. Powers. I. Can. Float. Around. Instead. Of. Walking. But does anyone consider that? Nooooo. . .they all just ignore me, going on their own business. Well, all right, they don't ignore me, I mean, I'm family, but they're out all the time and they leave a bored teenager to himself.
Yep. Bored. Flip the TV on. Nothing good on. Bored. You know what? Brad even took away my computer, my laptop!! HIS broke. Broke, can you believe it? And he's using mine until he 'has time to go and get one for himself'. Riiiiight. Yeah, when? Never, maybe? I can just forget about that and kiss my laptop goodbye. He's going to keep it until I pick one out and buy it, either for myself or him, I know it.
I just noticed something. It's raining. Nice and cloudy, even when it's late morning, almost noon. I see lightning. Well, I like rain, so it doesn't bother me if it storms. Sun, on the other hand, I hate. It's too . . . happy. Hot. I just don't like it. Rain somehow cheers me up. Well, maybe not cheer me up, but it makes me feel better.
See, now look what happened. If you leave some like this, with nothing to do, they start to think too much. Maybe it's because of rain. Is it bad luck or something? Maybe I'm just an angst and depressed person, but-agh! See, I'm thinking of idiotic things now. Must keep myself occupied.
Hmmm. . . I see . . . a phone. I pick up the phone. Ooooh, look at me, aren't I clever? Ok, enough sarcasm. Picking a random number and calling . . . now.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ri-
"Moshi moshi?"
A woman's voice. It must be a home number. Well, I'll just say nothing and see what she'll do.
"Moshi moshi?"
Silence.
"Hen no hito (strange/weird person). . ."
Click. Dialtone.
Ooooookkay. Well, let's try another number. Hey, it's entertaining enough, do you want me to go insane of boredom?
Punch in random number.
Ring ring.
"This is (blank) Store, may I help you?"
Now a man's voice. Sure, I'll just do the same thing as last time.
"Is. . .anyone there?"
"HELLO????!"
Jeez!! I wince. And also promptly hang up. What a nice way to greet your customer, why don't you yell in your bosses' ear too? Now, another number.
Ring ring. Ring-
"Hello, this is Koneko no Sumu Ie. How may I help you?"
Yikes. It's the dart boy from Weiss! This is their number? I stare, then write down the number on a piece of paper. Why do I want the number??? Wait a minute . . . why is he out of school, isn't he still in school?
"Why are you out of school, don't you go to school?"
Wait. Did I just say that out loud???
"Who is this?" Now he sounds suspicious. I'd better hang up. But for some reason, I don't want to. But . . . I do anyway. No use doing something I would regret later.
Now I'm staring at Weiss's flower shop number on it's little piece of white paper. .It's staring me in the face, taunting me, saying "call the number, call the number"! I pinch my arm. What the hell is making me think weird things like that? Or maybe Schuldig's been in my mind for too long.
Well. I think it's safe to say that I definitely will NOT go around calling random numbers again. Brad would go ballistic if he knew I called Weiss, even by accident. Even if we ARE more powerful and better than they are, they could find us by the phone number. I don't think we want to wake up and find Weiss staring back at us.
Well, I'm back to doing nothing again. I REALLY have to think of something to do. . .
End Chapter One
A/N: I know it's short. I'll make it five pages on chapter two if you review . . . at least give me seven reviews?? Please? I mean, I'll feel bad and sad, and you may not get a good chapter out of me next time, but that's ok if you don't WANT to review. (Looks at the ground sadly) Oh, and one other thing: To warn you, sometimes, I can take VERY long at updating. . .
Chapter One
Walking backwards is stupid. Never, ever do it. If you don't, you might not end up getting a sprained ankle because of it. Yeah, who'd have thought, Nagi, the telekinetic, can't even catch himself from tripping over his own feet. Seriously, I was just backing up, watching Farf play with his knives again, and I fell flat on my ass, twisting my ankle in the process. Just perfect. What a great way to begin the morning.
The mighty light-glinting-off-glasses leader of ours informed me that I was not to go to school or on missions before he left to look into work for us, presumably. Which essentially means: stay in the house while we go off and have fun. Well, fun isn't the word, but I'm stuck here for two weeks; hopefully my ankle is healed by then.
And imagine me on a mission and someone, maybe Weiss (who knows why they're still after us? We ARE no longer enemies, after all) attacks. What would I do? Limp around pathetically screaming "What do I do??? I have no powers with my ankle sprained!!"? NO!! I'm a telekinetic. A telekinetic. I can fight. With. My. Powers. I. Can. Float. Around. Instead. Of. Walking. But does anyone consider that? Nooooo. . .they all just ignore me, going on their own business. Well, all right, they don't ignore me, I mean, I'm family, but they're out all the time and they leave a bored teenager to himself.
Yep. Bored. Flip the TV on. Nothing good on. Bored. You know what? Brad even took away my computer, my laptop!! HIS broke. Broke, can you believe it? And he's using mine until he 'has time to go and get one for himself'. Riiiiight. Yeah, when? Never, maybe? I can just forget about that and kiss my laptop goodbye. He's going to keep it until I pick one out and buy it, either for myself or him, I know it.
I just noticed something. It's raining. Nice and cloudy, even when it's late morning, almost noon. I see lightning. Well, I like rain, so it doesn't bother me if it storms. Sun, on the other hand, I hate. It's too . . . happy. Hot. I just don't like it. Rain somehow cheers me up. Well, maybe not cheer me up, but it makes me feel better.
See, now look what happened. If you leave some like this, with nothing to do, they start to think too much. Maybe it's because of rain. Is it bad luck or something? Maybe I'm just an angst and depressed person, but-agh! See, I'm thinking of idiotic things now. Must keep myself occupied.
Hmmm. . . I see . . . a phone. I pick up the phone. Ooooh, look at me, aren't I clever? Ok, enough sarcasm. Picking a random number and calling . . . now.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ri-
"Moshi moshi?"
A woman's voice. It must be a home number. Well, I'll just say nothing and see what she'll do.
"Moshi moshi?"
Silence.
"Hen no hito (strange/weird person). . ."
Click. Dialtone.
Ooooookkay. Well, let's try another number. Hey, it's entertaining enough, do you want me to go insane of boredom?
Punch in random number.
Ring ring.
"This is (blank) Store, may I help you?"
Now a man's voice. Sure, I'll just do the same thing as last time.
"Is. . .anyone there?"
"HELLO????!"
Jeez!! I wince. And also promptly hang up. What a nice way to greet your customer, why don't you yell in your bosses' ear too? Now, another number.
Ring ring. Ring-
"Hello, this is Koneko no Sumu Ie. How may I help you?"
Yikes. It's the dart boy from Weiss! This is their number? I stare, then write down the number on a piece of paper. Why do I want the number??? Wait a minute . . . why is he out of school, isn't he still in school?
"Why are you out of school, don't you go to school?"
Wait. Did I just say that out loud???
"Who is this?" Now he sounds suspicious. I'd better hang up. But for some reason, I don't want to. But . . . I do anyway. No use doing something I would regret later.
Now I'm staring at Weiss's flower shop number on it's little piece of white paper. .It's staring me in the face, taunting me, saying "call the number, call the number"! I pinch my arm. What the hell is making me think weird things like that? Or maybe Schuldig's been in my mind for too long.
Well. I think it's safe to say that I definitely will NOT go around calling random numbers again. Brad would go ballistic if he knew I called Weiss, even by accident. Even if we ARE more powerful and better than they are, they could find us by the phone number. I don't think we want to wake up and find Weiss staring back at us.
Well, I'm back to doing nothing again. I REALLY have to think of something to do. . .
End Chapter One
A/N: I know it's short. I'll make it five pages on chapter two if you review . . . at least give me seven reviews?? Please? I mean, I'll feel bad and sad, and you may not get a good chapter out of me next time, but that's ok if you don't WANT to review. (Looks at the ground sadly) Oh, and one other thing: To warn you, sometimes, I can take VERY long at updating. . .