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"Damn this house and all the people inside it to the darkest, most evil pits of Hell," I muttered as I walked inside our new home. Yep, that was the first thing I said inside our new home. Ah, memories.
"Amu-chan," Suu, my clover Guardian Character, reprimanded, "you shouldn't say that about this beautiful place."
"I can't help it," I murmured in reply, careful not to let my parents overhear our conversation. "I just already hate this place." Miki, my spade Guardian Character, hovered over my shoulder and nodded her agreement. Dia seemed to be too intent on processing just how large our house was.
Because this wasn't really a house. It was more like a mansion, or maybe even a considerably small castle. I concede, I do enjoy the fact that this house gives me some time to sneak around, but it's just too big.
I mean, what the hell? We only have two cooks, 8 servants, and 10 maids. That's only 6 rooms (since the maids and servants tend to share sleeping quarters, while the cooks demand separate rooms). Then we have a den, the bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, and playroom. There are only 15 rooms. But no, we had to buy the mansion with 50 freaking rooms (I believe we have rooms for rent if you're interested)!
My point is, hell yes I'll be able to sneak out easily. But that's just too easy. It's no fun to sneak out and later come back to find out no one knew you snuck out! Of course, I don't just sneak out.
I used to be the leader of one of the greatest Yanki gangs in Hokkaidō; Trinity Circle. I remember how I proudly wore my black double-breasted, belted, satin trench coat over the old wraparound bandages that hid away little of my cleavage. My sable-black sailor pants and gray flat boots allowed me to move quicker and more fluidly. I used to carry around the famous Suburitō, Kamikaze no Kisaki.
I led a group of incredible warriors: Misa, my lieutenant; Sayamo, my First Officer; Naru, my Second Officer who carried the Bokken, Murasaki Bara; Corporal Nine, and Privates Aika, Tsuka, Miri, Allie, and Fuji. I took great pride in my gang, or as I preferred to call them, my family.
I was not like most Yanki's, though. I didn't fight out of hatred or bitterness; I fought out of boredom. Now don't think I'm evil, taking up being a Yanki, because I didn't have anything else to do. The senseless loners were evil. Not because they did have a reason to fight. They were just abusing their right to fight.
"Hey, Amu-chan," Dia's voice woke me up from my past.
"What is it, Dia?" I asked her.
"Where did Ran go?"
I realized my talkative, optimistic chara was no where in sight. I frantically turned to look everywhere, before something hit me in the nose.
"Ow!" I immediately recognized that voice.
"Ran!" I cried out quietly. I snatched the little pink girl, her cries of shock muffled by my palm. When she calmed down, I un-cupped my hands and Ran instantly flew up to me. I scowled at her.
"Where were you?" I interrogated sternly.
"Um, er…I was just looking at your backyard, to see how much space Miki, Suu, Dia, and I can play in," she answered tentatively. I tried to keep angry with her, but those big, innocent eyes made my frustration melt away. I just sighed and said dismissively, "Search around the mansion to your heart's extent, guys." All four characters dispersed in different directions.
Wow, I am tired. I think I'll just go upstairs for a tiny nap…
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Why are all school founders men?
I looked at my uniform with one of my 'You've Gotta Be Fucking Me' looks. The Seiyo Academy girl's uniform consisted of a white cotton tailored shirt that was see-through, a black cotton pea coat (that was suspiciously tight), a pleated, plaid red mini-skirt that just barely covered my underwear, and black Virginia Suede pumps.
I inhaled sharply, refraining from my usual rage. I grabbed our regulation book bag and my egg case, and calmly walked down the winding staircase that led to the first floor. I glided silently out of our mansion and easily hopped over our wrought-iron fence.
I sighed. Something tells me I'll be extremely bored as long as we live here.
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I tried to find as many challenging pathways to my school as possible. It wasn't easy, but I did find one.
First, I decided to practice balance. So I hopped onto the brick wall that accompanied our wrought iron gates. Actually, that part wasn't really a challenge; all I had to do was walk.
Second, I decided maybe tree-leaping would make me feel better. So, I hopped from branch to branch of each maple tree. I slipped only once, because I was so devastated by my boredom, and immediately grabbed hold of the branch and easily slung myself back on.
Third, and finally, I back flipped my way to the school's gates. Then, I just walked up to the school.
Okay, so it wasn't challenging at all. But at least it kept my boredom to a reasonable height.
As I walked up to the doors of Seiyo High, I felt all the eyes of the students watching me. I sighed, but ignored the stares.
▫●…..●▫BariBariBari▫●…..●▫
"Hey, everyone!" Raka, a girl in Class 4, announced loudly, "there's a new girl!"
The entire class erupted with questions, the most common one: "Is she cute?" Raka nodded her head hastily, and shouted over the crowd, "You guy's don't get it—she's a Yanki! And she's realllly tough! And—"
"Oi." A tough, female voice came from the door. Raka slowly turned towards the door. And nearly had a heart attack when she saw who was there.
A girl with rose pink hair that went to her knees, fierce, amber eyes, and flawless, pale skin was standing in the doorway. But it wasn't how she looked that scared Raka; it was the expression on the girl's face. She had never seen such a scary face in all her life.
"I don't…appreciate…being known by my former…occupation…by a stranger," the girl hissed. Raka immediately began to bow down to her in apology, crying out, "I-I'm soo s-sorry…p-p-please for-forgive me!"
Suddenly, Nikaidou-sensei appeared beside the girl, looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry for being late you guys, I was talking with our new student…oh, yeah, everyone, this is Himamori Amu!"
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A/N: Yay! Finished. I've been thinking of doing a fic with a Yanki heroine. So I figured, why not make it Amu. Well, just so you know a lot of characters will be extremely OOC (especially Amu). Oh, and here are some translations/explanations for you:
Yanki- a juvenile delinquent that is native to Japan
Suburitō- a wooden sword that is relatively larger and heavier than the usual Bokken
Bokken- a bokken is a Japanese, wooden sword that is similiar in shape to a katana
Kamikaze no Kisaki- means 'Divine Wind's Queen'.
Murasaki Bara- means 'Violet Rose'.
Military Ranks- Amu is using positions like 'corporal' and 'private' because she actually 'drafted' her gang members into her group, and also believed that the position of a Yanki is close to the Military.
Bari- 'Bari' is simply nonsense Yanki lingo; it's like a battle cry. I'm using it to switch Point-of-View's on and off.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed! Chapter 2 will be up...sometime!