Hi everyone! I'm Akiwari! I've re-edited this chappie~
Warning: MiharuXReily. YoiteXReily RameiXKouchi.
A little of Yaoi (Reily's imagination) Blood, Gore and a little bad language, here and there.
Enjoy
This was originally called 'Through the book store' but I changed it to Ink words!
Chapter 1
Before
I grinned widely and twisted my hands underneath my chair. I began to rock back and forth, and the chair tapping against the ground. My eyes half lidded, as I purred slightly while I peeked down at the wonderful book on my desk.
Ahah, My secret pleasure. What would I do without you?
Seriously? What would I do without my small, yaoi collection? I'm not one of those people who would collect them and then hide them, hell no. I want the whole damn world to see I'm a crazy fan girl that loves yaoi and acts like they're on crack.
Yup.
I grinned even more, and stared at the wonderful picture, which consisted of two cute, young boys, my grin grew to an almost impossible size; my attention only being averted when I heard a scoff.
I rounded my eyes to the desk next to me and smiled brightly.
"Morning! Sophie." I squealed.
Said girl gasped and placed her hands onto her ears.
Sophie is my best friend! I've known her since we were wee-babies in diapers. She is the person that stands in the back and judges you. She acts quiet and cold towards people, but in reality Sophie is this fighting machine. Meaning that you don't want to get on her wrong side, something which I should know.
Sophie is a very short woman, coming up only to my shoulder, and has short, straight black hair with a strip of blue, her dressing is kind of emoish. Today, she is wearing a black vampire-like tutu with dark purple and black stripped leggings underneath and a stripy shirt with matching fingerless gloves, giving her the look of a biker-babe.
Hehe~
Sophie is beautiful; she's actually one of the most popular girls in the school. Everyone wants to be her friend. Me, on the other hand? I'm the complete opposite of her. I have bright, naturally red and orange hair. My hair curls slightly and reaches just underneath my shoulder blades, making my dull blue eyes stand out. My face is covered in freckles and I'm lanky. My fashion statement? Well, let's just say I'm not a very good person to go to for fashion advice.
I normally wear dark and baggy clothes like tight jeans with a baggy shirt or hoody, I prefer that people don't see my skin to make fun of it. My arms are hairy and covered in freckles too.
I suppose you could say I'm tomboyish. I never wear makeup or any of those things girls like, whenever I think of something like that I feel like retching and my knees buckle. The only thing I have in common with a few other girls my age is my passion for yaoi, which has been questioned many times. I believe it is also one of the reasons that I'm on the lowest chain of school population.
"Must you talk so loud in the morning?" Sophie grunted.
Sophie fingered her ear, with one eye closed and the other open.
I smiled slightly. I shrugged innocently and turned to look around the classroom.
"Sorry~" I chuckled.
Sophie scowled at me and shook her head. The book on my desk caught her eye.
"Again? Really Riley. I thought we've talked about this. Carrying things like that around school is bad for your image." She snorted and glared ahead of her.
"But Sophie, you used to love this stuff too…" I muttered.
I trailed off and tapped my fingers together. I suddenly felt as if the energy in me left and I slammed myself against the desk. I was too tired. So damn tired...
"Really..? You're such a child!" Sophie hisses and shook her head disappointment. "I grew out of that when I was thirteen."
I rolled my eyes, It was my turn to scowl at her, at thirteen? What a liar, she came with me to the anime festival; we even went into the yaoi corner.
"How can you grow out of that?" I asked and shrugged. I touched the book lovingly "I mean just look at this baby, how can anybody give it up?"
She snorted again, and shook her head. "Well I can, and it's easy. I simply stopped reading that awful rubbish." She growled, and then snatched the book from my hands.
I gasped loudly and snapped my head towards the girl. "That's mine. Give it back."
I held my arms out to the girl. Sophie flipped through it and then threw it back at me.
"Nothing changed, still rubbish." Sophie shrugged.
I mock gasped and gently rubbed the book, almost like I was shushing it.
"It's alright baby. She didn't mean it." I whispered lovingly and then glared at her. "Quiet. The children can hear you; they have big ears ya know."
Sophie stared at me. She shook her head and turned from me as if to ignore me.
I placed the book back onto my desk and leaned over.
"Sophie?" I whispered and poked her.
I watched as the girl wiggled, but didn't turn too look at me. I pouted and poked her again, but still nothing. After a few more pokes and baby talk, I launched myself back against my chair and crossed my arms, pouting. I stared at my yaoi book before grinning widely and letting out a shuddered scream.
Sophie heard said scream, and spins around to face me. I watched her from the corner of my eye, I throw myself against my desk again and let out growl.
"Gha, I'm dying. Go on without me, Sophie!" I gasped.
Sophie scowled at me. "You're such a drama queen." She mutters.
"Well! If I'm so annoying, then why are you smiling." I asked.
I poked the girl in the side again, and watched as she smiled slightly and chuckled under her breath. She wiggled and pushed me by my shoulders.
"Oh grow up." She laughed.
I giggled and blushed brightly at her before doing the peace sign with my fingers.
"I don't wanna." I grinned.
I stuck my tongue out at her when the teacher suddenly walked in dramatically.
Man, I love drama class. Our teacher is so crazy it's unbelievable. She throws her hands around while she speaks, her voice loud and shrieky, just like an anime. Hehe~ I love comparing things to my beloved anime and manga.
The teacher is a tall woman with blonde hair that is bundled up on her head. She wore a black dress with a green neck tie and small black, pointed glasses. Her eyes tore around the class before sighing and shaking her head.
"Ah, the cell phone menace has returned to our crucible of learning." She muttered.
...just as a small phone-bell rang out around the class.
I watched as the woman walked towards one of the students, I grinned widely at the girl. She was known as the most popular girl in school, being one of those girly-girls with pink clothing and lots of makeup. I listened as she tried to talk her away out of it, but only ended up with half an hour detention. I hid my big and probably goofy smile behind my hands in glee!
Finally the bitch gets it!
"We have zero tolerance for cell phones in class, so we will get to know each other in detention, cell phone." The woman spoke.
Our teacher turned her narrowed eyes to the new dark head girl. Oh we have a new student, how fantastic. Another girl…Yaaay! That was sarcasm if you must know.
I watched in curiosity as the dark headed girl stared up at the teacher in hesitation and then she gave her phone to the woman.
Sophie snorted loudly, which coursed everyone to look at her. Sophie crosses her arms and tilted her head.
"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" She asks.
Sophie looked at the teacher in the eyes. "I mean, look. She's new here. Cut her some slack."
I stared in surprised, Sophie never spoke out loud. I peered back at the teacher worriedly. I watched as it seemed that she was reconsidering it when she suddenly noticed something.
I look back at Sophie and sweat-dropped. Seriously? Sophie! There in her right hand was her blackberry. Oh Geez.
"Says you, with your cell phone right in your hand." The teacher snorted and held her hand out. "So I will see you in detention also."
Sophie looked at the teacher with a blank expression. Her eyes darkened.
Ohhh~ I know that look.
"What the fuck?"
Many gasps echoed around us and I blushed brightly when I noticed everyone looking in our direction. I ducked my head and groaned.
"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do with her; she's been like this for a while now. I believe maybe she has a stick up her ass, Aye high class bitchiness." I spoke with a high pitch, Scottish accent.
"Want detention too? Miss Danforth? Perhaps I should give you one anyway for your terrible language?" She asked, her voice sly.
I blushed brightly. I ducked my head once again and muttered under my breathe.
"What was that?"
"Um. No Mrs, I'm sorry. Won't happen again..." I meekly said in return.
The old woman nodded her head. "I hope so." She muttered and walked away.
I placed my head onto my arms and whined. And here I am, saying I love this class, me and my big mouth.
"High class bitchiness?" Sophie whispered.
She glared at me.
I glanced up at her and gave her a sleepy grin.
~#~#~
I whined and grabbed Sophie's hand.
"Pleaseeeeee!" I begged like a child.
"No Riley. I need to get to that damn detention." Sophie sighed.
She tugged her hand from mine gently. Well, this is nice, isn't it? When I get detention after school, Sophie gets me to ditch, but when she gets detention, she wants to play by the rules.
I huffed under my breathe. I dropped her hand and nodded.
"Fine then. Just don't think I'll ditch next time for you." I said.
I know it's stupid, but to tell the truth, I'm scared to walk home alone. Kids from my school would huddle up on the walls and throw things at me. They would even call me names. Names like fatty, pig, piggy, miss piggy, spotty, hairy and the like...you would think they would be more original...
I strolled from the school. My trusty backpack on my back. I have a small keychain of my favorite character from an anime called Kuroshitsuji or for people like me (who are slow and naive) Black Butler. My cute little character, hanging desperately from my backpack. The figure is a certain blue eyed, blonde head boy.
Granted, he's an awesome character, but I wouldn't want to meet him. He is a sadistic freak!
But, I love him…Awww..
I love Alois Trancy so much *Insert fan girl squeal*
His ting figure hanged from my Vocaloid backpack. Another thing I took in pride!
I chuckled to myself, and tugged on my backpack. I peered down at the book in my hand. Yes, I only got it a couple of days ago and I'm already in love with it.
It really was an interesting read. About love between two guys, and the trail they would go through. It's really...heartthrob to read. To see how they handle the backlash against them. I wonder if it was real in real life, but I'm not stupid. This manga is completely different to real life and anybody who thinks otherwise is dumb. I like it for the art style truthfully...
I sighed to myself. I rounded a corner and froze. I eyed the older students, all leaning and sitting on the wall. Some laughing while others excitedly chatting. They all had grey bottles held in their hands.
I counted to myself and held my new manga book to my chest. I licked my bottom lip, and quickly began to walk. I did my best to ignore the names, but I couldn't help flinching. The small paper balls hit me and my special backpack. I hiccupped and walked down a road. I scanned the shops as I walked by. My eyes flickered from side to side; I stared at the pictures and clothes before I smiled. I grinned widely. Beaming.
The next thing I know, I found myself pressed up against the glass, looking at the books on the other side. I quickly skipped into the shop; I smiled and waved at the cashier. He knows me personally now, I mean I've been coming to this shop for years, why wouldn't he?
"New manga?" I wondered.
I scanned the books. The cashier said he had ordered more boxes of manga. I peeked into the boxes; I grinned and tugged a book out and stared at the very badly dressed woman. I flipped through it, before I blushed brightly and put it back into the box.
"Not my cup of tea." I mumbled softly.
The book is a hentai, which is basically cartoon sex. Ha, no laughing, even if I did laugh for a good couple of hours, but books like that made me blush way too much.
I felt my cheeks burning more. I sighed, as you can probably see, I'm not very good with that stuff so I'm obviously not very good with boys. The closest I've ever came to a boyfriend was holding hands with my childhood friend's older brother.
I turned to look at the books shelved around the room; this room was always at the back. This room was filled with manga books, the books in the front were comic books. I reached my hand out and gently ran my fingers across the books.
"Hmm~ Tokyo Mew Mew!" I chuckled.
Tokyo Mew Mew was one of the most childish books I've ever read...it was up there with Sailor Moon.
I turned to look at the others. Bleach, Naruto, Black Butler.
I smiled at the familiar books, and then I turned my attention to a book I haven't seen before. Carefully I tugged it out and scanned the character on the front. The character had a simple design; it was a female with low pig-tails. The girl was dressed in a school uniform.
"She has pink hair!"
"M-Mirai…N-Nikki…" I mumbled softly before blinking.
"Mirai Nikki?"
I turned the book over, and I read the brief summary.
"Hmm~ Sound interesting." I said.
I wrapped my arms around the book and held it tightly. Yeah...it wasn't a yaoi, but hey, I'm a normal anime/manga fan girl too, yah know.
I shrugged. Nothing else caught my attention so I turned to leave the small room. When I stopped suddenly. I blinked a little, and moved closer to look at a small, very-very small section of the manga books shelves.
I had to get down onto my knees to see. I ran my fingers across the book; suddenly I felt incredibly drawn to it. I rubbed the tip of my finger against the plastic casing. I began to gently tug it from the devil's clutches.
A sudden gush of wind shot out around me. My hair blew around and the lights suddenly shut off.
I let out a cry of alarm and had to shield my eyes. I looked around and peeked out the small doorway.
"Um..? Hello?" I called.
My voice cracked and I gulped upon getting no reply. I kept quiet and my heart beated painfully in my chest.
I then noticed my fingers were still curled around some sort of plastic casing that was still wedged in the shelves. I slowly tried to tug it out. I placed my new manga book down and grabbed this pure evil book with both hands. I pulled.
I was thrown onto my back. I let out a high-pitch scream as my back hit the wall behind me, and paper fluttered around me. I groaned and rubbed the back of my head. I look up as the lights flickered on.
I peered up at the light bulbs and watched them. They flickered before my eyes.
"What the hell?" I squealed.
The room I was in was empty...How? It was full a moment ago! There wasn't ANY manga or anime in sight! What the hell!
"Where are my beloved books?" I said.
I tugged on the shelves, half expecting to see my books and half expecting the wood to fall on my head. Neither happened...thank god!
Thump.
I turned around, and looked at the ground.
I could see the back of a white book lying by my feet. I got to my knees and picked it up. I turned it over and my eyes widen before I smile warmly. It was a manga, one of the very first I read.
I was 8 years old when my Dad left, in his belongings were many things, including this. Don't ask me why...I guess my dad was fan of it? My mum always said I got me 'weirdness' from him, as he was an manga fan when he was my age.
I ran fingers over the plastic covering. I blushed slightly, as this book comforted me in my deepest hours, even if these books were gory and blood spilled. I felt as if it was my last attachment to my father.
"Nabrai No Ou.." I whispered.
My version of the book was lost a long time ago. In fact this was also the book that got me obsessed with manga, anime and... Yaoi.
The two main characters were cute together; their names were Miharu and Yoite. I found them adorable, even if they did have terrible backgrounds, pasts. I felt they need each other, I bawled my eyes out the end. They relied on one another, and since it was never confirmed if either of them was straight, bi or gay...a girl can hope can't she?
Che, I'm not embarrassed.
I'm pretty sure many of you lovely fans agree with me. It was such a sad and disappointing ending. But it is embarrassing to admit that I had a screaming fit at Yoite for not confessing his feelings, or kissing the little sap, but who didn't?
I'm not then 100% sure Yoite had some kind of feelings for Miharu...surely Miharu had feelings for Yoite...Right?
I plucked the other manga from the ground and quickly zipped them into my vocaloid bag. I then turned around, and stared at the door.
Now for the difficult part, exploring. I had to try to find my way home. Yup.
Now standing there, with my trusty Chobits mobile. I began to walk to the exit.
I shuddered, everything was gone.
Every comic, every poster even the small figures. Now there was lots of dust everywhere, even small cobwebs littered the walls; seriously what in god's name is going on?
I leant against the glass door. I pushed it open and poked my head out.
"Whoa."
I stepped out and stared at the huge, cherry blossom tree standing high and mighty outside the shop.
"When did a tree grow here?" I whistled.
I looked at my mobile. I watched as it beeped in resistance before the bitch spoke loud and clearly, with it's terribly annoyed words 'No Signal!'
I pocketed it and almost cried as I slowly dragged my feet.
"Fine then. I'll walk home." I muttered to myself.
I normally get to this shop and then call my mum to come and pick me up...damn phone with a stick up its electric ass.
I rolled my hand against my eyes and turned to walk up a small hill. After a few more paths, a couple I got mixed up on, I found myself on a familiar street. I smiled in relief.
I walked up the street. "I wonder what I ate that's messing with my head.." I wondered.
"What in god's name!" I shrieked.
I stared up at the purple, jasmine tree standing right were my house used to be.
I walked straight up to it and pressed my hands against the tree and pushed.
"This can't be happening."
placed my head against the wood and closed my eyes. Okay so if I count to ten and reopen them I'll be in front of my house, yes, yes. Okay. I counted to myself softly, and then I opened my eyes and looked up.
I almost burst into tears at the sight of the tree. What's going on?
A sudden hand reached out and grasped my shoulder. I jumped and spun around. My back against the tree, I stared wide eyed at the woman standing in front of me.
She had short black hair that was almost curled around her purple like eyes and she was dressed in a long sleeve shirt with a long skirt. The woman leaned forward and looked at me with kind eyes.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" she asked sweetly...kindly.
I opened my mouth and then shut it. I tried to speak but nothing came out.
Am I okay? No, No I am not.
Instead, I found myself bursting into tears. I cried loudly...who wouldn't? If you was in my situation, surely you would too...I found myself in her arms, and allowed the woman to gently rock me. She whispered soft words in my ear, and tried to claim me down.
"Shhhh. It's alright sweetheart."
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