(A/N) HEY! Anybody reading this is either very confused or a huge nerd for MP100 (like me)! I really hope you enjoy this. I'll be updating as often as school allows. I want to apologize if anybody seems OOC, and if anything doesn't match up with the manga; I'm still catching up! I just wanted to post something for anybody that was as disappointed as I was for the lack of fanfiction for this AWESOME story. Thanks, and, without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Only The Beginning
It was a cool Thursday in autumn. Kageyama Shigeo, known as Mob by certain friends and acquaintances, was enjoying the refreshing breeze on his walk home. Club activities were cancelled for the day due to Musashi-san and the rest of the club's sprained ankle situation. They were prohibited from exercising for a week.
As Mob continued on his way, he recalled that his mother had asked him to pick up some milk on his way home. Mob took a quick detour into town to the closest market and bought the requested item. It was on the last leg of his route that brought him misfortune…
Of course, nothing happened while he was at the convenience store or when he tripped on a crack in the pavement. Nobody expects peculiar scenarios in their normal routine.
He couldn't even sense her.
At the final turn, only seven houses away from his own, a girl collided with the poor, apathetic Shigeo.
Mob fell backwards, scraping his hands painfully on the pavement. While his school supplies fell from his bag and littered the sidewalk, the girl cracked a wicked smile.
"Un; sorry!" Mob grunted, lightly wincing as he shifted on his lightly cut palms.
"It's no problem," the girl smiled and held out a hand.
"Thank you," Kageyama took the out-stretched hand, but winced again as the girl tightened her grip, squeezing his hands.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, psychic energy rushed from the girl, connecting and mingling with Shigeo's, causing his stomach to do flip-flops. He felt the heat run all the way up his back and his hairs stood erect on his nape. This girl was frightening.
"Have you ever dealt with a CURSE, Kageyama Shigeo-kun?" The girl grinned, pushed Mob back to the ground and ran off.
Mob gingerly held his hand in the other. He thought, I think she broke my fingers. He stood and bent over to grab his school supplies. As he leaned, he felt heat crawl up his neck. The temperature faded when he stood straight again, so he soon forgot about it.
Mob entered his home and quietly called, "I'm back."
"Welcome home, nii-san," Ritsu came to meet his brother in the entrance way.
"Thanks, Ritsu. Would you go give this to Mom?" Mob asked, holding out the milk with his good hand.
"Sure," Ritsu took the delicious liquid and turned, calling back, "Oh, yeah. Dinner will be ready in a half of an hour."
"Thank you."
Mob shuffled up the stairs into his room, and dropped his bag onto the floor. He started his (incomprehensible) math homework until dinner. He had been very careful with his hurt hand, telling himself he would bandage it later.
Sitting down to eat, everyone said, "thank you" and dug in.
Mob made the foolish mistake of hastily picking up his spoon with his right hand; his injured one. He flinched and the utensil fell with a loud clutter onto his plate, and then flipped onto the table, making another loud noise.
Ritsu gave him a curious and worried look. Mob was avoiding eye contact, and trying not to look too shaken or hurt.
"Are you okay, nii-san?" The younger black-haired boy asked.
"Fine," the older responded, staring very intently at his plate. "I've lost my appetite. Excuse me."
And Mob went upstairs, settled into bed, and drifted into sleep.