DEad Ja Vu
He looked relaxed, his lean body slumped over the edge of the railing. His brown, spiky hair was being softly brushed by the passing wind, and his equally brown eyes were focused on the ground, four stories beneath him. The entrance gates to the high school were clearly visible, and clearly locked, warding away any intruders.
"Oi! Komuro," a girl called, and having heard his name, the boy turned around.
"What's up Takagi?" Komuro replied, his voice as dead as the emotions in his eyes.
"I noticed our resident idiot wasn't in class, and wondered where he was skulking this time," Takagi replied, leaning forwards, so that not only her pink hair, tied in twin tails, fell forwards, but her sizeable chest also bounced forwards.
"And your point?"
"Being a genius, it only took me two minutes to deduce your location," she said proudly straightening up and flicking one her vivid tails back behind her shoulder.
"Again, your point?"
"That you're an idiot."
Komuro's body flinched slightly, before he slumped back across the metal railing. His school jacket had the buttons undone, and the wind was catching the inside and billowing it out slightly. It added to his 'devil may care' look.
"Damnit Takagi, why are you always being mean to me," Komuro complained.
"Cause you're an idiot, and I'm a genius. Now let's get back to class Ms. Shido fails you."
"He can't fail me yet, This is only the seventh class of his I've skipped. That's not ten percent," Komuro countered. It seemed that one only failed their class after missing ten percent of their lessons.
Saya simply sighed in response, and closed her amber eyes.
"There are only sixty classes in a year, Komuro."
"And?"
"That makes more than ten percent. Eleven point six percent to be precise."
The brown haired teenager stared at her for several, silent seconds, before sighing and slumping back down against the rail.
"I hate geniuses," Komuro complained.
"And I hate idiots," Takagi countered.
"…why are you always so mean to me?" Komuro asked again, before pushing himself upright. "Alright, I'll go to class… just, give me a minute. Please?"
Takagi humphed in response, but her eyes softened briefly. "Rei's not that special. She's not worth beating yourself up like this." She then left without another word, leaving Komuro standing on the stairwell on his own.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Komuro muttered to himself angrily. "If I could forget about her that easily, I would have done so already."
He glanced down towards the grounds, looking for anything to distract him from heading back to class.
Surprisingly enough, he found something. A strange middle aged man, dressed in clothes that seemed to have rips in them, was walking awkwardly into the school gate. It seemed quite painful watching him.
The sulking teen then continued to watch in interest as three teachers made their way to the gate. The sports teacher grabbed the strange man by the cuff of his shirt and shook him roughly. Komuro winced as he watched the strange man bite the sports teacher, tearing out a large chunk of skin.
Komuro then watched in horror as the sports teacher appeared to die, and then come back to life, devouring another nearby teacher.
"Fuck," Komuro swore softly, staring at the bloody mess at the school gates. His eyes then widened suddenly. "Rei," he said simply, before turning around and running down the stairs as fast as he could.
He hit the bottom of the next landing heavily, still moving fast, when he felt his feet slip from beneath him. A single piece of paper was pressed inbetween his shoe and the metal floor. Komuro could only swear again as he felt his momentum push him to the side, into, and over the railing.
He screamed as the ground came rushing towards him.
"Fuck!" I swore, my legs kicking out beneath me crazily, only to become entangled in a myriad of bed sheets. I shot upright, my breathing harsh and sharp, my eyes blinking rapidly as they stared around the room.
My bedroom.
Groaning, I let myself fall back towards my mattress. It had been a dream. A bloody, stupid dream. Rei breaking up with me must be messing with my mind more than I'd admit. Sighing, and feeling like absolute shit, I pulled myself out of bed, being overly careful that my feet did indeed touch ground, and that I wasn't falling from a three story building. I grabbed my towel, still slightly damp from the last use, and draped messily over my study chair, and dragged myself to the bathroom.
I stared at myself in the mirror. It was still me. Same spiky brown hair. Same boring brown eyes. At least I wasn't dead, but I couldn't help but feel strangely out of place. It didn't really matter though, and I quickly stepped under the shower, letting the warm water stir my mind from it's sleepy stupor.
With a towel wrapped around my waist, I made my way to my room, before changing into my school attire. The black school jacket was kept open, revealing a plain red shirt beneath. I grabbed my wallet, flipping it open to see my school ID.
"Takashi Komuro, that's me," I said, sighing before I slipped the wallet in my back pocket. Shouldering my backpack over one shoulder, I then made my way out of the house, pausing only to snatch a piece of toast.
I slowly made my way to school. It was boring. I took a train, surrounded by strangers, then followed by a fifteen minute walk into school, surrounded by other students, who might as well have been strange.
I was not interesting. I didn't have many friends. I didn't play any sports. I wasn't smart, didn't excel in anything, wasn't popular for anything. I'd had a girlfriend once. Once. Now she was going out with my best friend.
As I said, my life's pretty shit.
I made my way through the school gate, only to be confronted with one of the few familiar faces I knew.
"Oi! Komuro," Saya called, her twin tails, amongst other things, shaking around as she shouted at me.
"No need to shout. What did I do this time?" I asked, facing my childhood friend. She looked angry, but then again, she always looked like that.
"I'm trying to figure out why you're at school early," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Actually, scratch that, I'm wondering why you're even at school, considering all you usually do is ditch class."
"I can't miss another one of Shido's classes or I'll fail," I replied, causing Saya to roll her eyes.
"You're an idiot," she complained, shaking her head.
"Hey, I know I don't have the perfect track record but-"
"Shido's class is second period. You have a free first. You didn't have to come to come to school this morning," Saya said, interrupting me, and, like usual, making me feel like an idiot. I tried to come up with some response, but failed completely.
"We're in different classes, how the hell do you know my schedule?" I asked instead.
"Because I'm a genius," Saya replied, proudly puffing her chest forwards.
"I hate geniuses," I muttered, making my way to the rooftop.
"And I hate idiots," Saya replied, but she nonetheless continued to walk with me. We progressed up the metal stairs at the side of the building. They were the same stairs that I had been lazing around on in my dream. m
"You know something?" I said, as I thought about my dream.
"Hmm?" Saya hummed quizzically.
"Even in my dreams, you're still smarter than me," I said casually. Saya was completely silent, and so I turned to her in confusion, only to see her blushing deeply. It made her look quite attractive really, complimenting her bright, pink hair.
"W-w-what! Why are you dreaming about me, you pervert!" Saya shouted, stammering while trying to remain angry. She turned away suddenly, as if embarrassed to stare. "I'm going to the library to study for my free period," she announced, and quickly ran off. She was gone before I could try to stop her.
"Not that I care," I muttered to myself. "I'd rather hang out here by myself then study with her."
I sighed, and slumped against the metal railing, just as I had in my dream, and glanced down. I noticed a sheet of paper lying on the floor. It was a page full of notes, done in neat, orderly, feminine handwriting. The title was decorated in pink ink, that could only belong to one girl.
"Must've fallen out of Saya's bag," I muttered to myself, before slowly reaching down to pick it up. I struggled to pick it up, the smooth paper sliding seamlessly across the metal surface. I finally pinched it with my fingers however, and lifted the paper off of the ground.
"Fuck," Komuro swore softly, staring at the bloody mess at the school gates. His eyes then widened suddenly. "Rei," he said simply, before turning around and running down the stairs as fast as he could.
He hit the bottom of the next landing heavily, still moving fast, and although his shoes slid slightly against the sleek metal floor, he continued to sprint down the stairs. He burst through the door to the second floor, not caring that the door slammed against the wall loudly, causing a loud boom to echo down the deserted hallway.
His feet left similar echoes as he continued to run down the hallway, desperately searching for Rei's classroom.
I blinked several times, the sunlight splashing across my face as I did so. The world was calm. There was no bloody mess on the ground. I glanced at the paper in my hands. I had accidentally scrunched it up in my fist when my dream had replayed.
Except it hadn't been the same as my dream. It was different. I hadn't died.
I shook my head roughly, trying to banish my idiotic thoughts. I was just tired, and mildly depressed. My mind was playing tricks on me.
I would've just thrown the piece of paper back on the ground, and made my way to the roof to be alone, but something about the ominous dream stopped me.
I glanced at the paper again, the bright pink ink glaring brightly at me, almost taunting me to return it to Takagi.
"Fine, I'll return it" I conceded, turning around and heading towards the library. Takagi would definitely force me into studying with her when I arrived. That was a bad thing. Idiots and geniuses don't study together well.
Still, I thought to myself as I glanced up at the empty roof top, it was better than being alone. Probably. Saya would show me no mercy when it came to study.
I entered the library cautiously. I was treading into unfamiliar ground after all. Students stared at me in shock.
"Hey, isn't that the delinquent?" Someone whispered.
"What's he doing in the library?"
"I hope he doesn't pick a fight with me."
I sighed. Just because I skipped most of my classes I have begun to earn the name of a delinquent. It was pretty stupid. It's not like I'd gotten into any fights or anything.
Well, actually, that was a lie. There was that blonde asshole that got in my face last week.
But still, I wasn't a delinquent. Honestly.
I continued deeper in the library, knowing that Takagi would be somewhere quieter, where she could focus more. My eyes found a flash of pink hair, and I quickly made my way to her table.
"Guess who?" I said softly, so as not to scare her. She still jumped in her seat at the sound of my voice though.
"Komuro? What are you doing in the library?" She asked, almost accusation.
"Ouch, you make it sound like I'm not allowed in here," I replied, rubbing my chest teasingly.
"Well vampires can't enter churches. I thought it was the same with idiots and libraries." She replied, a smirk on her lips.
"Why are you always so mean to me," I complained, before placing the page of notes I'd brought with me on the table. "And for your information, i'm here to return your notes to you. You dropped them when you left." Let's see how she likes that! Now she owes me one.
Saya glanced down at the neat, handwritten notes for just an instant, before staring back up at me.
"Those aren't my notes," she said, bluntly.
"But- but, they're written in pink ink," I stammered.
"You're an idiot," she replied simply, "I'm not the only girl who owns pink pens."
"Aw man," I complained, sighing as I slumped into a chair opposite Saya. She just rolled her eyes, before returning back to her work. I waited for her to start guilting me into studying with her.
A minute passed and she didn't say a thing.
"So," I said slowly, "Do you want to help me study?"
Saya glanced up then. She stared at me closely for a moment, before raising a hand and pushing it against my forehead. Her hand was cool and refreshing against my skin, and for a moment, I didn't want her to leave.
"Nope, no fever," she said, pulling her hand away. "Are you on some sort of drug?"
"What? No!" I cried.
"Then why do you, the school delinquent, want to study with me?" She tucked her arms under her chest as she waited for a response, causing her shirt to tighten against her breasts. I tried not to get caught staring though, and glanced away to the side.
"I dunno really," I said, trying to answer her question. "I just found that paper lying on the ground, and suddenly, I didn't really want to be alone anymore." Saya was quiet as she processed my answer.
"Fine. We can study. Not that it'll do you much good, idiot."
I'd never really noticed, but Saya looked pretty cute when she blushed.
Ok, this story is an experiment. I don't know if it will attract readers like bees to honey, or turn them away, like bees chasing humans after they try to take their honey.
As you can (hopefully) tell, the plot seems to have a supernatural aspect to it. This will be the major crux of the story, if I find readers are interested and want to read more.
And so on that note, tell me what you think, and I'll pull out some bug spray and get those bees before they get you, and we can all enjoy some delicious honey.
Cheers
-Council