NOTE: THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY FAN MADE AND HAS BEEN INSPIRED BY SOME OTHER FANFICTION THAT I HAVE READ. I DO NOT OWN SAMURAI WARRIORS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY, EXCEPT FOR RAELENE AND KITAMI. ANY OTHER CONSEPTS THAT HAVE COME FROM ANY OTHER ANIME OR TV SHOWS I DO NOT OWN EITHER.
Italic are any of the characters thoughts
Italic and bold is the entry to the Character's POV (that will happen in later chapters!)
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Chapter 1 – Cuts and Bruises

It was an ordinary day, and school was horrible. I wanted to run away from the classroom, and out the door. I wanted to run down the hill. I wanted to trip, or fall over, grazing my knees and arms in the process. I wanted to cry.

But I sat in my chair, watching the teacher write countless words on the board. I knew that I couldn't run away. But I could. Mentally. Well not entirely mentally, visually as well. I could take on the form of another. Tell them what to do, where to go…

"What does that mean?" asked a person who was sitting next to me. I closed my eyes, wanting to punch that person in the face….
"Ask the teacher…I dunno what it means either…" I mumbled, trying to resume the story that my mind was narrating for me. A small voice screamed in my head.
"You really think that? You really think―"
"So you don't know what that means then?" asked the person again. I was on the brink of raising my hand, ready to let my knuckles fly into her face.
"No…..I don't know what that means…just ask the teacher…" I mumbled again with gritted teeth.
"But I hate asking the teacher…can you ask for me?" she asked, looking at me with her textbook in her hand….
That's it…I thought mentally.
My fist flied towards her face, and my knuckles connected. She fell off the chair, and landed flat on her back. My hand tingled, but I didn't feel any pain.
Everyone jumped, and watched the girl as she tried to get up.
"Next time you want to disturb my thinking, ask before my fist is connected with your face!" I sighed. Everyone in the class started to clap, and I knew for a long time that nobody liked her. It was a good way to release my anger. The teacher grabbed one of the long rulers off the table, and let it fly. I watched in disbelief as the ruler flew towards me. Metal was about to collide with my face.
"Ohmygod…" I muttered, and the ruler flied closer towards me.
"Move!" said one of the students.
I couldn't. The girl that was still on the floor was smiling now.
"That's Karma for you bitch…" she muttered loud enough for me to hear.
I wanted to punch her again. But I couldn't.
As soon as my eyes locked on the ruler that was about to hit my face, I raised my hand, ready to catch it.
I might as well have a sliced hand than a cut up face… I thought.
I closed my hand reflexively, and the ruler was tight in my hand.
And I could feel the blood run down my arm.
I threw it with enough force to decapitate someone, and it flew back to the teacher.
"SHIT!" the teacher ducked as the ruler connected with the blackboard with a clash.
The class was silent with disbelief. I looked at my hand. The cut wasn't deep, but I was open enough to have thick, ruby red blood run down my arm. I started to lose feeling.

"You! Go to the office," the teacher turned back to the board, telling the class to work with a look.
I picked up all my books, and walked out of the classroom.

As I walked down the hallway, I saw other students looked out of their classrooms doors. They must have heard what happened.... I thought to myself. I reached the end of the hallway, and started to walk up the stairs.
"If that teacher decides to throw another ruler at me I'm going to report him to the child abuse centre," I muttered to myself quietly. I turned left after I reached the top of the stairs. My hand wasn't bleeding as much anymore, but since I was holding my books, there was a red smear on the back of my book that unfortunately was at the bottom of my pile. I sighed, not bothering to go all neat freak on it. I knocked on the principal's door.
"Come in," said the voice inside.
I opened the door, and walked inside.
"Oh, Raelene," the principal issued me to sit down.
"Hello Mr. Smith," I murmured.

Mr. Smith was Brisbane State High's principal. He was one of those who thought they were cool when they weren't. Mr. Smith showed off his 'coolness' often. In sport carnivals, school feats, you name it. He was over energetic. But today he wasn't. When I was wishing for the 'I couldn't care less I'm an ass of a principal' Mr. Smith, I had the 'You have done something very wrong and you need to be punished' Mr. Smith. I screamed mentally.
"I heard from Mr. Johnson that you abused a student," he looked at his desk professionally.
"Yes, sir," I decided to say yes to whatever he said than to argue.
"And that you threw a metal ruler at him," he looked at me again, his small eyes glaring at me under the out of date glasses.
"Yes, sir," I repeated again.
"Well, I'd like to hear your side of the story," he placed his hands on the desk, intertwining his fingers.
"Well, sir, I was trying to focus on my studies, and what was being written on the board, but the student next to me disturbed that. She had a question that she wanted the answer to, and she asked me instead. I told her to ask the teacher, but she insisted on getting in trouble for talking in class than to ask Mr. Johnson himself. I wanted to continue my studies, but she wanted me to ask Mr. Johnson instead of her. I thought that it was unfair to ask a question that I already knew the answer to so I decided to ignore. She kept on pestering me, so I thought that the only way to get her to be quiet was to hit her. I did that, and Mr. Johnson threw a metal ruler in my direction. I caught it, but I ended up with this." I held up my injured hand, the blood dry, but the cuts were still visible. Mr. Smith cringed. I knew very well that he hated the sight of blood. I smiled weakly.
"Is that the extent of your story Raelene?" he asked.
I nodded, putting my injured hand down.
"Well, I think that hitting another student so that they could be quiet is a very wrong way of doing things. Judging by what I have heard, I think I will have to have you suspended for a week for your actions. I will speak to Mr. Johnson about this and his retaliation, and I would like you to go to the nurse's office before you head home. We wouldn't want that hand to get infected now do we?" he smiled, his beady eyes squashing together.
I nodded.
"Ok sir. Do I go to the Nurse's office then back here?" I asked.

"Well...I'll contact your parents while you are at the Nurse's office. You can collect your bag and come back here as soon as you're finished," he shuffled the papers on his desk.
I stood up, and walked out of the door.

I knew it. I knew this was going to happen. I walked over to the Nurse's Office.
She was expecting me. Looks like the information spread out through the whole school without it even being lunch time. I had my hand stitched, and I went to get my bag. As I passed a window, I saw my car, and my parents inside. They both looked like they didn't want to speak. But I knew they were going to once I got into the car. I walked back to Mr. Smith's office, and told him that my parents were outside. He let me go, and I went outside of the School. Here we go.... I thought to myself.
I walked to the car, and went inside.
There was silence for a minute, and then the screaming began.
"So, you abused a student and a teacher did you?" asked dad.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"What on earth were you thinking?" asked mum.
"Nobody liked her mum. Even dad didn't," I looked out the window as we started to move.
"Which one?" he asked.
"The one with the irritating voice," I replied.
"Well done. Right hook?" he asked, smiling a little.
"No dad, I'm a left hander remember? I gave her a left hook," I smiled to myself.
"Excuse me! You can't talk about this freely!" mum started to have that tone of voice that made me shudder.
"Sorry, but the teacher threw the ruler at me," I placed my hand out in-between the seats, showing my stitched hand.
Mum gasped quietly, while Dad let out a low whistle.
"The teacher did that?" asked Mum.
"He threw a metal ruler at me. I had to catch it or I would be at the hospital right now getting plastic surgery on my face," I said quietly.
"Couldn't you duck?" asked dad.
"No, I couldn't duck," I replied.
"None the less, you hurt a student, gave her a bruise, and now I have to talk to the parents. So really, you earned yourself a good month of grounding," said mum.
"Grounded? From what?" I asked.
"The usual, but you can't go on the internet either."
"What? No…ok then. It was worth every moment."
We continued the drive home.

I went in my room, dropped my bag and sat on my bed. I started to think that I could isolate myself in here.
"What am I going to do???" I asked myself.
Then I glanced to my PS3.
I moved to open the case.
'Samurai Warriors 3' it read.
I inserted it in the console, and waited for the game to load.
"I may be grounded, but at least I get to see the Fox of Mt. Sawa," I murmured to myself.
The opening title appeared, and I went to Story Mode. I picked Mitsunari Ishida, and watched his opening sequence. I smiled to myself, watching him. I had a small crush on him ever since the game came out, but that small crush started to grow larger.
I began the first battle, and then it froze.
"Oh man, not now," I said.
I waited, just in case it would work again.
But I wasn't sure if it did. I dropped the controller, and my eyes shut as all I saw was black.