My Guardian, My Angel
C H A P T E R O N E
M I S A K I
When I see your smile I will never let you fall It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. I will never let you fall 'Cause you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart Use me as you will I will never let you fall
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
Seasons are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
Please don't throw that away
'Cause I'm here for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay, stay
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
Love.
It can not be seen, nor is it tasted or smelt. A person can truly only feel love. Though it can be seen from a third party's view, it will never have the same feeling to them. Love is the thing that should be fought over. Love is what every human needs to survive. Love is the only thing that makes life worth living.
I did not realize that I would be getting just that at my new school; love. Mother thought it would be best if I was back in my home country of Japan, back where she had grown up. Though I love my mother in a very much, I still didn't really like this idea. I had been home schooled my whole life, and never had very many friends. She, as an internationally famous artist and fashion designer mostly had extra time on her hands for me. She is a good mother, though a bit insane at times, and loves me with the love of both a mother and a father.
Mother divorced my father when I was eighteen months old. He never had much custody of me; I've only ever seen him three times in those 14 years since the divorce. He's nice, but are meetings are always awkward and short. He tries his best, but he was always afraid of my mother. Of her doing what, I don't truly know.
"Misaki! Come here my child!" My mother, Suzzu, called from the lower level of our loft apartment. As I came out to the drop-off to the first floor, I saw she was wearing the burnt-red silk pajamas that I had given to her on her birthday. I had the same pair on, only it was a light purple. For some reason, we constentlty buy each other the same things. The two of us have similar styles, and we're so close, we can always know what the other wants.
"Whhaaat?" I whined, rubbing my eyes. I was usually a morning person, but after a fifteen hour plane ride, and twelve hours of unpacking and settling in, I was tired. School was not on my mind, nor was that hideous yellow dress. Who would pick yellow for a school uniform? Few people look good in that color.
"Schooooooool Tiiiiiiiime!" She sang, dancing around the great room, her arms flailing around.
I groaned, and spun around on my heal, turning back into my room. At the moment, the door was not in it's frame, but down near the front door, half painted by my mother. An old, paint splattered sheet covered my door way, hiding me from my mother.
* * *
I jumped a bit as the bells chimed. Did they really need to be that loud? Ignoring the irrelevant echoes of the bells, I took a deep breath. I was taking third year literature classes, while I was only a second year. I was nervous. Third years... I shuttered at the thought. They where older, and more advanced, and more... scary. My heart raced as I stepped into the literature class.
"Ah, Miss Ooto." The teacher greeted cheerfully, turning towards me. He was tall, his hair was graying. "Please, come in. Don't worry about your tardiness. It is your first day."
I nodded shyly as he directed me to a seat in the back of the class. I took a quick note of the two boys I was seated next to; a tall, mysterious boy that could pass as twenty, and a childish blond. The little boy smiled up at me, his brown eyes wide. The tall boy looked over at me also, his face blank and hard. After a second of looking him over, I saw just a bit of warmness in his eyes, as if he was trying to great me.
"Hi!" Little Blondie said, jumping up and down in his chair. "What's your name? I'm Mitskuni, but most people call me Honey!"
I raised an eyebrow, my eyes growing wide. This boy was so child like, how could he possibly be seventeen years old? I looked down at my lap frowning. "I'm Misaki." I muttered.
"Misaki Ooto? Your mom's an artist isn't she?" I nodded. Thats always how people recognized me. "Wow, that's cool! Do you draw too?" I shook my head slowly.
"Not really."
"Oh... Hey, you don't look like you're seventeen, did you get pushed up a year?" This boy was kind of...nosy. But then again, he must be a child or something.
"Kind of. I take a few third year classes even though I'm in second."
"Wow, that's cool! What classes do you take?"
"Literature, and Latin." I said, quietly.
"Oh, maybe we'll have Latin together!" He smiled brightly, which was completely adorable.
"Y-yeah, sure." I stuttered once, letting my guard down as I looked up at the other guy. He was frowning now, watching me closely. Honey seemed to take notice, because he instinctively reacted.
"Oh yeah! This is Takashi, but every one calls him Mori." Mori nodded as the little boy spoke, not moving his eyes from mine. He was waiting for a sign of weakness, I just knew it. My eyes flickered down to my desk, where I had been writing absent mindlessly. I couldn't quite deceiver what I had written, and would have to figure it out when I got home.
"Ah." Was all he said.
* * *
"Saki-San! Wait!" Honey called after me as I stood quickly and hurried for the door. I turned around, dreading the worst. I had been in the same classes as them for three days now, and already they seemed to think I was their best friend. Honey was bouncing over to me, Mori in tow. The last period had just ended, I wanted nothing more than to go home and write my hands off. "Saki-San! Can I ask you a favor?"
"Y-yes, Honey-sempai?"
"Um," He looked a bit shy for a moment, looking down sheepishly. "Can you come to music room 3 after school?"
"Sure, I guess. W-why?"
He gave my a sly—but adorable—wink. "You'll see when you get there!"
[For anyone who follows me, and reads my stories, you will reconize this as my first fanfiction "Almost Lover". That story has been dis-continued so that I may write this new story. Two of it's characters where taken and put into this one. I just found it so hard to write for six OCs. The story didn't move fast enough. So this one is up! I will probably be able to get the first three chapters up tonight, so anyone reading, just be ready to read all of them!]
