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Hello! I am GlassyWorthington, this is my second fanfiction, so tell me if it stinks, or tell me if it is decent. So anyway enjoy the chapter!
Me? Normal. Life? Yeah pretty normal. Today? Anything but that.
I'm Misake Sakura, my mom's name is Ichigo, and my dad's name is Masaya. I live in an average neighborhood , my life is filled up with school and tests, and the occasional essay. I'm a pretty good student... okay I try my best, but lately mom's been acting a bit weird since dad died ( GlassyWorthington: wonder how that happened...) I've never really seen him because he's always on business trips. But lately mom's been acting super weird when ever we see a cafe, its been broken down for quite some time now. Most of the older kids say its haunted, but mom said it was because of an accident. Which I honestly don't understand how something that bad could happen in a cute little cafe right next to the park. My thinking was interrupted by someone calling my name from downstairs.
"Misake! Come here!" Misake couldn't read her mothers voice, which meant trouble.
"What..." Misake cautiously answered.
"I have a job interview, so I'll be leaving you for a few days."
"WHAT!" Misake said in surprise and fear, "What if I burn the house down? What if a robber breaks in? Or what if a p-"
"You'll be fine. Your older now, in a few years you'll be living by yourself."
"Fine Fine Fine." Misake sighed, it would keep them in a house and would give them food was the only positive thing she could think of in a time like this.
"Great! I'm going to leave in a few days, so just make sure to clean and such. And don't do anything stupid. Your a smart girl though,just rem-"
"I'll be fine, just don't stay any longer than you have to." Misake said, still a bit unsure about this.
A Few Days Later...
"I'll be back in a few days! Love you! Bye!" said Ichigo as she drove off toward the airport.
"Okay mom! Love you have fun! Ill be fine!" shouted Misake and shut the door behind her.
"I'm not gonna be fine at all. This was a bad idea! This was a great idea! I shouldn't have done this! This was a bad Idea! Why did I let her go all the way to the other side of the country! I'll learn responsibility! I'll fail miserably and burn the house down!" This went on for a while, Misake paced back and forth and went on about how this was a bad idea and how it was a good idea. That is until the door opened behind her.
"You were right you are a fail, the door was unlocked." said a voice behind her. She spun around to see a boy about a year older than her standing- no hovering in her doorway.
"What who are yo- no your on of those freaks they talk about on the news!" Misake shouted and stepped into the kitchen behind her and quickly locked the door.
"That ought to hold him for a whil-" Misake said aloud.
"What about holding me off?" said the freak.
Crud! He broke through! I'll use this! Misake thought and whipped a frying pan at the intruders head, but he caught it right as it was going to hit him.
"Really? A frying pan? Is that the best you can do?" he laughed.
Ahh crap! Now he's mocking me! Crap. Crap. Crap.
The next closed thing was the silverware. Dozens of forks and knifes went flying past him and clattered all around him.
"Wow way to use your surroun- woah, hold it there Sparky, those are some pretty sharp knifes." Misake finally found some meat knifes hidden behind dozens of spoons that lay in the floor around whoever this was. I've got him now!
"Someone," said the freak Misake threw a sharp knife, and it almost hit his head, "Could," another hit right above where his head was. "Get" another one, "Hurt." this on hit the door behind him and he grabbed it and threw it back with amazing speed, and it caught Misake's shirt, pinning her soldier against the wall.
"Well now that the utensil throwing is over, I believe you asked my name?"
"It's not over yet!" said Misake, and picked up a butter knife.
"Will you ever give up? That happens to be a butter knife, I have a sword." He brandished a long sword that Misake had only seen in her grandfather's samurai movies.
"You'd be amazed what I can do with a butter knife." Misake tried to sound confident.
One epic sword/butter knife later.
"You are pretty good in the art of the butter knife." panted the guy.
"Oh yeah, if I wasn't so tried I would've creamed you with in the first five minutes."
"We will have our rematch sooner than later, I assure you that," he said and disappeared around the corner to were the door was wide open.
What the heck was that all about. He was like an alien or something, and he was super good with a sword, but since when did I get so good with a butter knife?
I know, I know, character development stinks, as I have said in my other story several times. But its necessary, and I'm not nearly as talented as Moonsparrow and Ninja Terra and Alexishadow (I didn't spell that right FYI, big surprise ;)) Here's hoping that the next chapter will be better! Please review all you need to say is g-r-e-a-t of even n-o-t- s-o g-r-e-a-t. See you in the next chapter! Bye! (have a great day)