Disclaimer: I do NOT own After School Nightmare as much as it saddens me to say it. *sniffle sniffle*. That right lies with Setona Mizushiro.
Mashiro's PoV (Four years old)
"Kagome, Kagome, the bird in the cage, when will you come out? In the night before the dawn, the crane and the turtle slipped. Who stands behind you now? Kagome, Kagome, the bird …," I sang quietly to myself. There was no one else in sight. It was just me on the small beach.
I added a little flag that I brought from home to the highest tower of my sand castle. I stepped back, admiring my handiwork with a grin. My sand city was complete. Now it was play time.
I was in the middle of making the prince rescue the princess when the boys showed up. The leader, a kid only a couple of years older than I, sneered at me.
"And just what are you doing on our turf?" he questioned. I could hear the loathing in his voice so I didn't dare lift my head to gaze upon his face.
"I was just playing with my dolls," I said quietly.
"Well I don't like it." With that, he began stomping on the structures I had spent all week constructing with my parents. Tears started falling down my cheeks. "Awww, it looks like we got a cry baby on our hands. I HATE cry babies!" he screamed.
He delivered a swift kick to my stomach and I fell to the ground. It hurt so bad, and soon the other boys joined in. I was being kicked from every direction. My tear flow increased with every beating. I was in so much pain.
"Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby!" they chanted. I searched desperately for any sign of help, but there was no one. It was just me and them.
Unconsciousness crept around the outskirts of my mind. My sight was dimming, everything becoming black, but that's when I saw him. The boy that I knew would save me. He had black hair and glasses over dark, determined eyes.
His face was the last thing I saw before everything went completely black.
Sou's PoV (a few minutes earlier) (Five years old)
I was bored. Mom was at another one of her book signings, so I was all alone. This wasn't the first time I've been ditched though. Mom always says I can go with her and every once in a while I do, but I can tell she doesn't really want me there. I don't particularly want me there either. It gets really dull and some of the ladies start gaga-ing over me and pinching my cheeks, you know. It's really creepy. Most of the time, I just stay home.
I tossed a pebble into the lake just so I could watch the ripples expand. That was when I heard them.
"Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby!" Over and over I listened to them repeat the taunt, and it made me mad, really mad. It's not nice to call people names and then torture them some more after you've succeeded in making them cry. I didn't like it.
Breaking into a dead run, I took off in the direction of their voices. My blood began to boil when I came upon the scene. There were probably five or six guys against one little girl who was probably a year or two younger than them. I don't think I have to point out how unfair that is. The poor girl didn't even stand a chance.
"Hey! You stupid losers over there! Leave her alone!" I shouted. The largest boy there turned to face me. I recognized him as a student at my school.
His name was Taichi Lachio. He was a tall kid with broad shoulders and shaggy brown hair. He also possessed ice blue eyes that always contained malice and hatred, and during lunch he was constantly picking on the kids weaker than him. Unfortunately for this group of jerks though, this incident was the last straw for me.
My fist connected with his huge nose the moment Taichi smirked in what I assumed was identification. There was a large cracking noise and blood began spouting out in large quantities. His buddies started to freak out.
"Let's get out of here!" they all agreed and ran off with their tails between their legs. I took my turn to smirk at their retreating backs. Who knew I'd chase them off with one punch. That made me proud of myself. To the point of being cocky almost.
Feeling rather pleased with myself, I turned to the fragile girl lying in the sand beside me. Large bruises were already beginning to form on her pale skin, and trails of dried tears streamed from her red-rimmed eyes down to the end of her cheeks.
Once I made sure she was okay for the moment, I searched the remnants of her destroyed sand castle. I had noticed her playing in this spot earlier in the week with the people I assumed were her parents since the lady was very pregnant and stuff. All three of them had been in the sand slowly building the palace of soil. I briefly wondered where they were now.
My search ended when I unearthed two small dolls. I pocketed them, and then refocused my attention on the girl. She looked so frail, and I wasn't sure how to pick her up without hurting her further.
Oh well, I thought as I lifted her into my arms the same way brides are by the guy. You know, when they're walking through the door of their first house. It was like that.
Anyways, I started walking in the direction I had seen her go with her parents. Hopefully it would lead me to her house.
We had been about five minutes along the path when she started to moan. It was a low sound and I could tell she was in a lot of pain. It made me sad yet extremely angry at those stupid boys and I wished I had gotten the chance to beat them up. Oh well, I had to focus on this girl now.
You couldn't begin to imagine to imaging my relief when I saw a house just off the path a little ways. I could see a woman bustling about dusting different things throughout the living room. Using my head, I pushed the doorbell and then waited for someone to answer my beckoning.
An elderly woman swung the door open. Her skin lost some color when she saw my small burden.
"W…wh…what happened?" she stuttered.
"The boys at the beach weren't being very nice, and I didn't get there soon enough," I said softly. "Does she live here?"
"N… no, but her grandmother is a good friend of mine. She lives just down the street. Come on. I'll take you there, young man."
The woman told her husband she was going out for a bit, and then began ushering me down the gravel road. She kept glancing at the girl about every other minute, and each time her concern only grew. I could see it in her face. It was good to know someone was worried about her though.
"This is the place," the lady said. As it turned out, it was a log cabin style house, but you could tell it had at least 2 stories and definitely more than one or two rooms.
We knocked on the door, but no one answered. A few seconds later, we tried again. Nothing happened.
"Well that's weird. Ami's always home. I wonder where she's at. Why don't you lay the girl down on the swing over there for a minute? I'm going to go check the back door."
With that, she was gone around to the back of the house. It was just me and the girl whose name I did not know. It was starting to bother me.
"All right, mister," I heard a voice say. "Bring the gal in."
Looking up, I saw the lady from earlier and another older woman. I gathered that this was her grandma. I recollected her in my arms while making sure to be gentle. The occasional moan was still escaping her lips.
"Set her on the couch."
I did as I was told and the mystery girl was soon resting in relative comfort. "Thank you. Would you like me to call your mom and have her come get you? I take you home myself, but my daughter's in the middle of labor as I'm sure you can tell," she finished as a scream resonated through the house. I shook my head.
"No, it's fine. I could use the exercise. Besides, my mom's not home. She's busy with her work. I'll just walk home."
I touched the girl's hair, and whispered in her ear that she needed to get better real soon, and then I was out the door. I thought that after our parting in the living room, the girl would be gone from my life for good. I realized I was wrong however, when I found her dolls in my pocket a few days later….
A/N: Let me know what you think. Even if I only get one person that likes it, I'll probably still write more. I actually have some written. I think there's gonna be a big time jump so they'll be fifteen and sixteen, but tell me if you think something needs to come before that. Feel free to ask questions. I'll do my best to give you an answer!
And I want criticism. Definitely criticism. If there's a part you don't like, or one you think needs work, or if there's just like a grammar or spelling error, let me know. I can take it! I know this isn't perfect. I've read it over a couple times, and don't really see anything, but you might. Let me know.
Hopefully you know what this whole annoying babble boils down to- REVIEW! PLEASE! Don't make me BEG!
P.S. These babbles won't usually be this long. Too much of an author's note kinda bothers me. That's why there's only a disclaimer at the top, and that's why that will probably be the only thing ever there aside from like answers to questions you might have. I find them long a/n's annoying. End of babble. Hopefully….
P.S.S. If you like Naruto, and the couple SasuSaku, check out my other story. I have honestly grown out of them a bit, but I wanted to post it…