Xenosaga: Episode -5
By LEONheart Kennedy
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Chapter One: Bartholomew
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Sail throught the wind and rain tonight
You're free to fly tonight
And you can still be free
If time will set you free
And going higher than mountain tops
And go high the wind don't stop
And go high
Free to fly tonight
Free to fly tonight.....
-You can still be free
Savage Garden
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Christian Alexander slammed his hand onto the alarm clock as it buzzed annoyingly, waking the blond. Searching, he gave up on trying to find the snooze and just switched it off.
"..gfhfuckin' t'ing..." He muttered and turned his back on the annoyance. "..hy..fuck..I by it? stup'd t'in...." And dosed off for another five minutes before momentarly waking and glancing at the clock. His eyes went wide at the red display. "10:13!?! Fuck, School! Aw, SHIT!" He cursed as he jumped out of bed, grabbing his brush on the way out of his room. While trying to get all the tangles and knots out of his gold, blond hair, Christian picked out a clean shirt and jeans from the mess of clothes in the corner of the living room. He then thorugh both articles into the dryer, setted it for 15 minutes and headed torward the bathroom. He never bothered to fold clothers, (another fringe benifit from living alone) so he usually dropped the laundry on the floor and if he needed something, he just threw it into the dryer for a few moments to get the wrinkles out. He may live like a slob, but he'd be damned if he looked like one. After finally getting the brush through his treses without fighting, he went about pulling it into a ponytail, but not before looking into the mirror. His skin had a slight tan and was practicly flawless. His nice skin, his blue eyes, his slightly muscular physique, damn he was good looking. The only thing he hated was the natural wavyness of his hair, which made it easy to tangle and a hell of a time to brush out. With a wink to himself, he rushed out of he bathroom and ran to the dryer, throwing the door open and grabbing his clothes. He paused only once while getting dressed, for the buttons on his jeans were too hot. Cussing, he bore the pain and slipped the t-shirt on. Tugging on his boots, he nabbed the keys off the kitchen table and his leather jacket off the armrest of a chair. He flicked the lock on the door, slammed it shut, and ran out to meet his bright red Honda motorcycle with glee. Grabbing the helmet off the back, he fastened it to his skull, tucked his hair in, and zipped up his jacket. Once all the safty percautions were done, he strattled the bike, slipping the key into the ignition with the knowlage that once he got to school, he was going to get hell from his art teacher. But it couldn't be helped, he already missed too many days and he didn't want to flunk. With a sigh, he turned the key, kicked the stands, and drove out of the driveway. Little did he know, he was driving torward this destiny.