Little Angel

Thus begins the rewrite of my first ever story to be published. I'm fixing everything from bad grammar and spelling, to major plot holes, and concentrating on developing a tone. Right now it's pretty much a reflection of a writer in high school, but I know I can give you something so much better.

Some Rain Must Fall.

Hikari walked up the trails in the park, soaking wet from the horrible storm around her. The world around her was a mirror to her thoughts, cloudy, darker than normal, seemingly abysmal. She was tired of the bickering she constantly lived with because of her mother and Jack, her overbearing, harsh and neglectful loser of a boyfriend. Hikari would never, ever speak out against him, but she wished many a day, particularly this one, that he would go back to America already. He was absolutely despicable from the way he treated her and her mother, but neither of them had the ability to defend themselves, how could they? Jack's word was law in their small home. It had even come to the point Hikari didn't believe her mother actually saw anything wrong with him. It wasn't so much the abusive nature of the beastly man that upset her, it was his constant flipping around on when he ignored Hikari, and when he wanted her in his sight.

Where are you going? Who're you with? Why don't you ever have a guy around? Don't you know how to make friends? But Hikari never gave him an answer, she just hid inside herself, trying to block out the brutish man and his horrible mutilation of the Japanese language.

He knew exactly where she'd be though, or at least her mother would tell him. She would usually abandon the house as quickly as possible in the mornings to go see her closest friend, Nanto Yaya. She never thought more of Jack than some creep with a control problem, which was basically along the lines of how she saw any man. And so she was in part the reason Hikari lacked the desire to find a boyfriend. Why would she want one if the only example she had of one was Jack? Romance was something the young girl hoped she never found; it seemed horrible. She wished she could just leave the two of them to find somewhere happy in her life, alone. Hikari sighed, seeing an empty gazebo, she headed over, tired of the pouring rain. She looked out to the lake, which rippled with every one of the eternal stream of droplets. Beyond that was a stable, painted a tawny brown, almost completely consumed by trees from Hikari's view. She saw someone pop out, and jog away out of view. The figure was tall, having azure blue hair, wearing a black jacket and matching black jeans as far as she could make out. Hikari sat thinking about the blue haired figure, wondering what this person would be doing in a stable in this storm. Well, what had she been doing out here?

Not much longer had the person come out of view that she had reappeared coming around the corner in a quickened pace, and looking so distinctly familiar that it irritated Hikari to no end. She couldn't for the life of her remember her, but goodness was she beautiful. Or rather... handsome even.

She walked with the grace of a dancer, but held the slender and silent strength of a runner. Her face, partially covered with dampened blue hair, looked like royalty. Particularly, a Prince. But this boyish quality took nothing from her- in fact it seemed to add to her charm. She looked up and noticed Hikari sitting on the lone bench in the gazebo.

"Oh, uh-" Hikari stammered.

"Um...Would you mind if I..."

"Not at all," Hikari moved over to make room for the slender woman.

"Some Storm, huh?" She asked, looking over to the little blonde girl. Hikari nodded, not nearly confident enough to look the wonderful stranger in the eye. The older looking woman pressed on, regardless. "What's your name?"

"Konohana Hikari, you?" The little blonde girl replied shyly.

"Amane."

Hikari's face turned shocked when she realized who Exactly this was, and she mentally kicked herself for her stupidity. Looking up to get another, better look, she stammered out, "Uh...um...Amane...Ootori? Like the-?"

"Horse rider, yeah," The blue haired girl said, her cheeks becoming just slightly pink.

"I thought you looked familiar!" She exclaimed, blushing upon realizing she just admitted to watching her. "I-I uh...I mean..."

"Second row, last Friday... that was you, right? Next to the girl with the long black hair, and the pink one to your right?"

"Oh, y-yes, that was Yaya and Tsubomi," Hikari fumbled out. Amane chuckled. "Congrats, by the way, on your win. No one seems to really stands a chance against you." Hikari's cheeks grew darker red with every word. She thought she sounded like another stupid fan girl.

"Star Bright and I have to train constantly, even in weather like this if we want to keep up. This whole professional world, it's so difficult than racing for fun. Everything was okay today until the thunder started. It scares him a bit. " Amane said, her mind going back to earlier that morning. She looked so cute in her black jacket, and those edgy, torn up jeans. "It looks like the rains' clearing up a bit, do you need a ride home?" Hikari nodded her head, still struggling to make eye contact. Her nerves were wired- a ride from the Prince Ootori? Amane seemed sweet and friendly, but could this all be real right now? What was she just thinking about romance and whatnot?

"Alright, well then follow me," she said, her smile wide and hand out to Hikari's. She quietly followed Amane to a small black and red, sleek motorcycle. They hopped on, speeding into the road.

"Which way am I headed Hikari?"

Oh gosh, focus! Hikari thought, distracted. She said my name... familiarly. It sounded so sweet, like honey. "Uh-um, left." She thought about what her mother would say when she saw her coming the driveway behind a stranger on a motorcycle. Hikari gave Amane directions to her home, seeming a lot closer now than when she had walked the distance in torrential downpour of rain.

Her mother wasn't home, so she let Amane walk her up the driveway to her porch. "Thank you Amane-sempai, it would've taken me forever to get back home walking.

"Hey, anytime," Amane smiled, and then a thought came to her, visible on her face. "So, what were you doing out there in the rain? You could've caught a cold."

Hikari bit her lip, and quickly made up a decent answer. "Oh... um, well, I needed some fresh air."

Amane laughed and shook her head. "Well, did you need to be watered too?"

The younger girl hid her face, and Amane instantly regretted it. She tried to change the subject without hurting her feelings further. "Hey... will you be at the race on Saturday?"

"I'll try to be, why?"

Relieved that she had succeeded, Amane reached around into the pocket of her black shredded jeans' pocket, and withdrew a pen and a piece of paper, wrote down something, and gave it to Hikari.

"Give me a call sometime, maybe we can talk beforehand? I'm free until then anyway" Amane smiled, a half nervous look overcoming her.

Hikari's eyes shone brighter than a pair of headlights." I'd love to!"

"Cool, so, I'll be seeing you around then, huh?" Amane said, smiling that breath-taking beam.

"Yeah, uh, y-you too Amane-senpai" Hikari stammered out. Gosh, she was so darn cute! Amane bid her goodbye, and flashed out one last smile while she sped away. Hikari slumped against the front door and watched her fly down the road away from the house. She then imagined Amane walking inside with her, touring through her meek little home with her, wondering what it would be like to get to know that mysteriously handsome Rider. She stood there dreaming, fantasizing, for what seemed blissful hours, about 'Prince' Amane Ootori.