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A blur dashed through the dense forest at an inhuman rate, trying to lose those in pursuit of her. She looked over her shoulder and saw no one. Her quick steps slowed to a stop as she stopped to rest, satisfied that she was alone. Her breaths came out heavy and raggedly, as she held her bleeding side. She stopped breathing, and the harsh wound healed up.
Suddenly, her shoulder was roughly gripped. She winced and looked up as she saw the face of her enemy. He quickly smothered her face in a white cloth. She tried to free herself, but lost her energy and passed out.
* * *
The raven-haired boy sat at the back of the bus, glaring at anyone who dared a glance at him. He hated it whenever he moved. All because of his dad's stupid job. He had never had any friends, and didn't want any because he knew he would just have to leave them behind.
His name was Kouji Minamoto.
He sighed. First days at a new school are the worst. He had to check in to the attendence office, get his schedule, find his locker, and get lost on his way to his first class of the day. But the most worst thing of all, was being introduced to the class. Every single stupid class he would be introduced. Every class would stare and then try to start a conversation and be his friend.
The bus came to an abrupt stop and the other students began to get off the bus. He stepped off the bus as well, and looked at his copy of the school map. He found his way to the attendence office, and didn't get lost to class for once. Everything happened as he had predicted. The sensei introduced him, the class stared, and when he sat down some fat guy tried talking to him, and he glared.
The same thing happened for all of his classes. Art, Pre Algebra, World Geography, Language Arts, Gym and now his last class: Science.
He was seated to a brunette who kept talking to him, even when he glared daggers at him. It was always "Hey Buuuuuuuuddy!" and Kouji would growl back "I'm not your buddy!" but then he would pat him on the back and it took Kouji every ounce of self-control to keep from twisting that kid's arm.
When that day had ended, he walked to his new apartment. He didn't take the bus. He couldn't stand one more trip with the noisy bunch. He walked by the park and glanced at the sakura trees, which were in full bloom and were raining their petals on the sidewalk. He looked up at the beautiful sight, and slightly smiled. He continued to walk along, head up. A flower petal landed on his nose, and he brushed it away quickly. When his gaze returned to the trees, he saw a figure sitting on one of the branches, their back against the trunk.
Kouji squinted, but couldn't tell who the shadow was. The figure wasn't paying attention to him, so Kouji stealthily sprinted toward the tree and when he reached the bottom of the trunk, he took a few jumps and was soon on a branch near the figure's.
Kouji peered around the trunk, and did not find a person, but a book. Kouji picked up the book and attempted to read the cover. His English hadn't been perfected yet, and it took him a while to read things.
He had gotten the first two words-- 'Book' and 'of'-- when the supposed figure grabbed his arm and yanked him so that they were both on the same branch. Kouji massaged his shoulder as the male voice of the figure began to speak.
"Minamoto? What are you doing here?"
Kouji looked up and saw that it was a boy about his age who sat before him. They wore the same school uniform, and had the same color hair. They actually looked a lot alike. Kouji tried to place where he had met the boy, and realized that they had the same Pre Algebra class.
"You are . . . Kimura?" Kouji asked uncertainly.
Kouichi Kimura smiled warmly. "That I am. What are you doing out here?"
Kouji released his arm from Kouichi's grip. "Just passing through."
"Okay then," Kouichi quickly bounded around Kouji to the branch where his book lay, took it, and jumped to the ground and ran away.
Kouji carefully got down from the tree and gazed in the direction that Kouichi had run in. Kouji was curious about that book. Some unknown force pulled him to it. Kouji ran in the direction that Kouichi had disappeared in. He didn't know where he was going, but his instincts told him which streets to take.
He suddenly ran into a narrow alley, and something scratched his upper arm, ripping the cloth of his shirt and cutting his flesh. Kouji ignored the pain and kept running until he came to a dead end. He finally gave up and walked home.
* * *
"Kouji! Your shirt is blood stained!" His stepmother exclaimed when he opened the door and took off his shoes.
He looked at his arm ,shrugged, and answered cooly. "I ran into a wall when I was walking from school."
"Here, take off your shirt and I'll bandage that up--"
"I can do it myself."
"But Kouji--"
"I SAID I CAN DO IT MYSELF!"
Kouji sternly went to the bathroom as his stepmother watched him leave in shock.
Kouji opened the cabinet over the sink and took out a bandage. He shed his shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket. He wrapped the cloth around his wound firmly and then left the bathroom and went to his room. He sighed and flopped face-first onto his bed.
He now realized how much his arm hurt. He groaned and lifted his sheets around him and fell alseep.
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Allison: And where is this . . . ahem, STORY going??
Ritina: YOU SHALL SEEEEEE!!!!!!! MWAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Allison: Evil cackling, that's never a good sign.
A blur dashed through the dense forest at an inhuman rate, trying to lose those in pursuit of her. She looked over her shoulder and saw no one. Her quick steps slowed to a stop as she stopped to rest, satisfied that she was alone. Her breaths came out heavy and raggedly, as she held her bleeding side. She stopped breathing, and the harsh wound healed up.
Suddenly, her shoulder was roughly gripped. She winced and looked up as she saw the face of her enemy. He quickly smothered her face in a white cloth. She tried to free herself, but lost her energy and passed out.
* * *
The raven-haired boy sat at the back of the bus, glaring at anyone who dared a glance at him. He hated it whenever he moved. All because of his dad's stupid job. He had never had any friends, and didn't want any because he knew he would just have to leave them behind.
His name was Kouji Minamoto.
He sighed. First days at a new school are the worst. He had to check in to the attendence office, get his schedule, find his locker, and get lost on his way to his first class of the day. But the most worst thing of all, was being introduced to the class. Every single stupid class he would be introduced. Every class would stare and then try to start a conversation and be his friend.
The bus came to an abrupt stop and the other students began to get off the bus. He stepped off the bus as well, and looked at his copy of the school map. He found his way to the attendence office, and didn't get lost to class for once. Everything happened as he had predicted. The sensei introduced him, the class stared, and when he sat down some fat guy tried talking to him, and he glared.
The same thing happened for all of his classes. Art, Pre Algebra, World Geography, Language Arts, Gym and now his last class: Science.
He was seated to a brunette who kept talking to him, even when he glared daggers at him. It was always "Hey Buuuuuuuuddy!" and Kouji would growl back "I'm not your buddy!" but then he would pat him on the back and it took Kouji every ounce of self-control to keep from twisting that kid's arm.
When that day had ended, he walked to his new apartment. He didn't take the bus. He couldn't stand one more trip with the noisy bunch. He walked by the park and glanced at the sakura trees, which were in full bloom and were raining their petals on the sidewalk. He looked up at the beautiful sight, and slightly smiled. He continued to walk along, head up. A flower petal landed on his nose, and he brushed it away quickly. When his gaze returned to the trees, he saw a figure sitting on one of the branches, their back against the trunk.
Kouji squinted, but couldn't tell who the shadow was. The figure wasn't paying attention to him, so Kouji stealthily sprinted toward the tree and when he reached the bottom of the trunk, he took a few jumps and was soon on a branch near the figure's.
Kouji peered around the trunk, and did not find a person, but a book. Kouji picked up the book and attempted to read the cover. His English hadn't been perfected yet, and it took him a while to read things.
He had gotten the first two words-- 'Book' and 'of'-- when the supposed figure grabbed his arm and yanked him so that they were both on the same branch. Kouji massaged his shoulder as the male voice of the figure began to speak.
"Minamoto? What are you doing here?"
Kouji looked up and saw that it was a boy about his age who sat before him. They wore the same school uniform, and had the same color hair. They actually looked a lot alike. Kouji tried to place where he had met the boy, and realized that they had the same Pre Algebra class.
"You are . . . Kimura?" Kouji asked uncertainly.
Kouichi Kimura smiled warmly. "That I am. What are you doing out here?"
Kouji released his arm from Kouichi's grip. "Just passing through."
"Okay then," Kouichi quickly bounded around Kouji to the branch where his book lay, took it, and jumped to the ground and ran away.
Kouji carefully got down from the tree and gazed in the direction that Kouichi had run in. Kouji was curious about that book. Some unknown force pulled him to it. Kouji ran in the direction that Kouichi had disappeared in. He didn't know where he was going, but his instincts told him which streets to take.
He suddenly ran into a narrow alley, and something scratched his upper arm, ripping the cloth of his shirt and cutting his flesh. Kouji ignored the pain and kept running until he came to a dead end. He finally gave up and walked home.
* * *
"Kouji! Your shirt is blood stained!" His stepmother exclaimed when he opened the door and took off his shoes.
He looked at his arm ,shrugged, and answered cooly. "I ran into a wall when I was walking from school."
"Here, take off your shirt and I'll bandage that up--"
"I can do it myself."
"But Kouji--"
"I SAID I CAN DO IT MYSELF!"
Kouji sternly went to the bathroom as his stepmother watched him leave in shock.
Kouji opened the cabinet over the sink and took out a bandage. He shed his shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket. He wrapped the cloth around his wound firmly and then left the bathroom and went to his room. He sighed and flopped face-first onto his bed.
He now realized how much his arm hurt. He groaned and lifted his sheets around him and fell alseep.
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Allison: And where is this . . . ahem, STORY going??
Ritina: YOU SHALL SEEEEEE!!!!!!! MWAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Allison: Evil cackling, that's never a good sign.