I am going to attempt to write a story. I can't promise that I'll update as fast as some writers, but sometimes it might just be worth the wait...I hope... I am new at this so bear with me my friends.
And so it begins...
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own nothing.
Claimer: However I do hold ownership to the character Travis. I thought him up. If by any chance you want to use him for your stories, please ask me. That goes double for Sangwa.
CHAPTER I
I will begin my story by giving a description of myself. My name is Travis E. VanLangendonck. I am six foot and ten inches tall. I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I am of Flemish (Belgian) decent. I am of the white race. I wear a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses that are identical to the pair Harry Potter wears.
I wear a formal dark red Oxford shirt and a black bow-tie with blue stripes. I also wear a pair of solid black formal dress trousers(or pants if you rather). I wear a pair of solid black dress socks and a pair of black Italian leather shoes. I also have on a black leather belt with a solid silver buckle that was made in Belgium. I am wearing a pair of black suspenders with a gold trim and a black formal rifle frock(long coat that goes just about to your ankles.
I have in my pocket a satin-silver Swiss pocket watch, and in my left hand I carry a hand carved formal Gentleman's Cane (really nice walking stick). I am 19 years old. But I have the heart and personality of an eighty year old man(meaning I am extremely old-fashioned). And I drive a 1927 Model-T Ford given to me by my great uncle Bill, who passed away at the age of eighty-five.
I was sent to go to school in Japan five years ago to learn about computers, sciences, arts, maths, and so on. It was then on the day of September 28, 2002 that I met Kagome, Inuyasha, Sango, and Miroku and my one true love, Sangwa. We became friends quickly. They asked me many questions about Belgium, America, and the way I acted and dressed. I was not required to wear the school uniform. To tell the truth, no one was. They had a choice whether or not to wear the uniform or a pair of clothes that was of their choosing. I remember my first day in Japan. When I first met my longtime friends...
"Attention to all Airline 52 passengers, please do not push and shove as you exit into the lobby and please remember to pick up your baggage. Have a nice day!" Said the overly exited and perky flight attendant over the excessively loud intercom system.
I was taking my first steps on to Japanese soil. Though I was not to exited, I was pleased that my long flight was over. The seats were most comfortable but were no substitute for a bed and blanket. I walked in a long and hesitant stride to the conveyer belt on which my precious luggage was being delivered to me. Whilst the attendants were helping me with my luggage, one of the nervous aids dropped a red velvet covered box.
"Be careful!" I said to him as I took the case. "That box contains a very valuable item."
The case, in fact, contained something very special indeed. A Satin- silver .44 Ruger Magnum given to me by my grandfather. When I was sure I had everything, I went outside to wait for my ride. The chauffer brought around the black Lincoln Town Car I requested. I set my things in the trunk and got in the back seat of the car.
"Where to, Sir?" the man said as I handed him a twenty.
"Take me to the Shrine, please." I was not going for worship. I was and always will be a very devout Catholic. I even have a Crucifix pin on my coat lapel and Crosses engraved in the rosewood handles of my revolver. But I have not one problem with people expressing their faith.
After a good half hour of sitting in the traffic, it took five minutes to get to the shrine. It was then I realized I could've walked and saved twenty dollars.
"Not in Japan one day and already I got jacked." I said with a sigh, my deep voice and Southern accent echoing in the open space. But I let out an aggravated groan when I saw the long and steep stair I had to climb. Realizing I had no alternate route, I began to climb. And after stopping to rest many times I finally made it to the top. I stopped and pulled the handkerchief out of my pocket and whipped the sweat off my brow. It was the first time all day that I let my guard down...
"Excuse me," called a happy sounding voice from behind me," But can I help you?"
I turned around to see the thing that most guys my age dream about (and at that age I understood why). A girl, about 14, stood in front of me. She was wearing a school uniform for Hatoshi High School, which consisted of a red tie around her neck, a white shirt with a green collar, and a short green skirt. She had on white socks and brown Sperry's. And she had a pink wristwatch...Seiko, I believe…She also had long coal black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale, silky skin. And from what I could see, she was developed in all the right places, it was quite hard to not gawk at her. I was speechless, to say the least.
"Uh... hello??? Are you okay???" she said staring at me awkwardly.
"Uh...Yes, yes!! Yes, never better. I'm Travis. Travis E. VanLangendonck." I said nervously. She looked slightly confused.
"Whoa.. Might have to, uh, get you to write that one down." She said through a giggle. My face turned slightly red from modesty.
"Yes, it is a rather long name. I've forgotten how to spell it on few occasions. By the way, can you tell me where to find Kagome Higurashi? I'm supposed to stay with her and the Higurashi family while I'm going to school here." I asked politely. She came to attention at that.
"That's me. I wondered when you'd get here. I've been waiting all day. Come on, I'll show you around." She said as she took my hand and dragged me along the grounds.
"So, what's with the clothes?" she asked as we neared her humble household.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"Well you're wearing those fancy clothes, I was just wondering why." she said back. I began to chuckle.
"Heh, heh, heh...I just like these clothes. I have seven sets similar to them in my bag here." I said pointing at the bag I was carrying.
"Is that all you have? What if they get dirty? And don't you get tired of wearing them?" she asked without hesitation.
"Yes, besides pajamas and a blue robe and a pair of slippers. And the material is stain-proof. Even mud, dirt, and glue just come right off. And no. An old classic never dies." I said as I straitened my bow-tie.
"Why do you wear your pants so far above your waist?" she asked with a child-like innocence which I found to be just slightly annoying. "You look like an old person!"
"Because that's how they're made to fit." I said. She looked ahead as she opened her door.
"Oh. Okay. If you don't mind me saying though, you have strange tastes in clothes." she said as she bent down to untie her shoes. I tried to look away, but even my Iron Will crumbled under the intensity of my hormones. As I looked over, I saw her white lace underwear, and the pale silky skin of her thigh. And even though I hate to admit it, I was beginning to stiffen from the sight of her flawless body.
"Getting an eyeful?" she giggled as I quickly looked away, my face reddening.
"Uhh..n-no... of c-course not..I was just...taking a look at the fine carpet here...Yes, very nice..." I said with a nervouse smile.
"Yeah, okay Travis." she said laughing at me. I turned back around to face her when I saw she was right up next to me. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"To tell the truth, you're not so bad looking yourself." she said with a laugh and a wink. My knees slightly buckled. Even though she was probably just messing with me, no girl had ever said that to me before.
"So where are your parents?" I asked as I removed my coat.
"Well, mom and dad are away at work all day, my brother stays out with his friends all day, and Gramps works in the shrine all day every day. So I'm usually here alone until nightfall. That's when everyone comes home." she said removing her necktie.
"That's not so bad. What do you usually do until then?" I asked.
"Usually I just watch T.V., do homework, and talk with my boyfriend." she replied. My spirits sank a little at that, because secretly I was hoping she was single.
"Well, let me show you to your room. You're gonna like it! All your stuff has already got here. Come on!" she said as she ran up the stairs. When I made it up, she had unlocked my door to reveal my room. Everything was put right where I wanted it.
"Thank you, Kagome. I appreciate it." I said with a smile. She smiled back.
"You're welcome. If you need me, I'll be watching a movie on T.V." she said.
"Ok. I'll be unpacking and going through a lot of luggage, so I won't need anything." I replied.
"Ok." she said as she walked off.
I laid my suitcase on my queen sized bed and began to unpack. I put my clothes in the closet and my slippers and pajamas on the bed for later. I then took out my red velvet box and opened it to reveal the powerful revolver within. I the took out my cleaning supplies and bullets and cleaned and loaded it. I then took out my black police issue holster and put it on my belt. Then I set the gun in it and walked out and down the stairs to the living room.
"Kagome, is there a firing range near here?" I asked.
"Yea, there's one right down the street." she replied with curiosity.
"Ok. Thanks. I'm going to shoot a few rounds while I have time. Would you like to come?" I asked.
"Y-you...have a gun?" she asked, her voice breaking slightly.
"Don't worry... I'm not dangerous. I'm an expert on gun safety." I pulled out my gun and unloaded it. "This... Is the .44 Ruger Magnum. The most powerful handgun in the world. Made in 1971. It was given to me by my grandfather." I reloaded the gun and put it back in my holster. "So, would you like to come?" I asked.
"Uhh... I...ok...Yea! Lets go shoot something!" She said. She was trying to sound enthusiastic. But I could tell she had her doubts.
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"Cover your ears." I said to the nervous woman behind me. I readied myself, and in the blink of an eye, I drew my revolver. BOOM. I smiled as she gaped in amazement.
"Wow! You're fast! And you hit the middle...Is that good?" she asked.
"Yep. That's a bulls-eye." I said. "Would you like to try?" I replied.
"Is...is it safe?" she asked.
"Yes, of course it is." I handed the revolver to her slowly. She took it and gripped it tightly.
"It's heavy." she said lifting it up, pointing it directly into my face.
"That it is," I said while pushing the gun out of my face," and its powerful, too." I motioned her to stand in front of me.
"Now, first pull the hammer back until it clicks." I lead her thumb to the hammer and she did as I instructed.
"Now...Take aim... and pull the trigger back when you're ready" I said as I backed up and removed my coat. She paused for a moment...and...BOOM. When the smoke cleared, I saw she hit a reasonable mark.
" This thing kicks." She said while putting the gun on the table next to me.
"Maybe. But you did pretty good considering it was your first shot." I replied.
She smiled as she said 'Beginners luck.'
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Later that night, as I put the empty plate which was once covered with rice and beef in the sink, I turned and thanked Mrs. Higurashi. Then I climbed the stairs and entered my room. After I put on my pajamas, robe and slippers, I went back downstairs.
"It's pretty late and I'm tired. So goodnight and thanks for your hospitality." They all said goodnight and I went up to bed. Followed soon after by the Higurashi family.
The next day I was up at 5:30 as I always was. I put my next set of clothes on. This time with a yellow shirt and a red Bow-tie. Then I put on my coat and started breakfast. About thirty minutes later I heard everyone waking up to the smell of my world famous (literally) Flap Jacks.
"My goodness something smells good!" Said Mrs. Higurashi.
"Yea. That does smell mighty tasty." Said Mr. Higurashi.
"Come and get it while it's hot. That's when they taste the best. There's a stack of three for everyone, and a bottle of my maple syrup." I said as they all sat down.
"Gee hosaphats! I haven't had pamcakes since I was a lad!" Said Gramps as he started to eat.
"Wow Travis, these are great!" Said Sota with a smile on his face and syrup all over his mouth.
"This is to much Travis. You didn't have to do this." said Kagome as she drank her milk and ate another bite.
"Yea, I know. But I just wanted to thank you for helping me out and giving me a place to stay." I said with a gentle smile. I looked at my pocket watch and saw that it was time for Kagome and I to depart for school.
As Kagome and I walked down the street, I was nearly blown off the sidewalk by her friend.
"Hey Kagome!" said the ecstatic girl. She was a little taller than Kagome and had light brown hair with matching eyes. She, like Kagome, was also very well developed for her age. Agian I found myself hoping that she was single. She was wearing a loose red and white shirt and a long green...and, ahem...tight... dress. She was wearing white socks and sandals. And she had a black piece of clothe partially covering her hands.
"Hey Sango! Oh, this is the guy I was telling you about over the phone yesterday. Travis." Kagome said as she looked towards me.
"OH! I'm sorry, Travis. I didn't mean to knock you down!" Sango said as I fixed my glasses.
"It's quite alright." I said. "It's nice to meet you Sango."
As we walked on I could hear them whispering. "Why's he dressed so nice?" Asked a curious Sango.
"He likes those kinda clothes." Kagome replied.
When we neared the School, We were greeted by two more people. Guys, as a matter of fact.
"Oi! Kagome! get your ass over here!" called a voice from across the school yard.
"Inuyasha! Don't talk to me like that! I'm your girlfriend! So you better respect me! Or I'll break out my Karate lessons and make you 'sit' again!" replied Kagome. I began to chuckle when Inuyasha cowered. It was quite obvious who the man was in this relationship.
Inuyasha Taisho was a tough looking guy about my age (I am six months older than him). He was barefoot. Not a very good habit. He had silver hair unlike anything I had ever seen in a male his age. He wore an overwhelmingly red traditional haori. And he still asked why I was dressed the way I was. And he had yellow eyes, again, unlike anything I had ever seen. He was also, as I later found, quite stubborn and was a rather collateral dumbass.
"Hey Sango...don't we look nice today..." said a shady looking figure. I looked closely at him only to be nearly struck by a flying hand that was going for the guy gripping the well developed rear end of Sango. And when her hand made contact with the dudes face, it left a mark as red as a cherry.
"MIROKU!! YOU FILTHY FRIGGEN PERVERT!!!" screamed Sango in a voice that nearly detonated my eardrums.
Miroku Rashene was a funny fellow that I was sure I would have to watch for. He was Sango's boyfriend. He was two months younger than me. He had black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a purple robe and had a strange looking staff with a golden Buddhist charm at the top. and he had on sandals. And last and certainly least, he had a little pony tail. After all the calamity settled, Kagome properly introduced me. And after seeing what I saw that day, I knew that for as long as I was here, I would need those heart stabilizers my grandmother sent with me.
My truck arrived a few days later. I was glad. But at the same time aggravated because of the fact it was two days late because the idiots at the airport forgot to take it off the dadgum plane.
The next day I pulled up to the school and my old Ford sputtered antifreeze out the radiator as it always did. I got out the truck, cleaned it off and walked up to the schoolyard and was greeted by Kagome who decided to walk to school instead. She had with her a girl who she said had been sick the past few days. I was speechless at the sight of her.
Her name was Sangwa. She had dark brown hair like mine and eyes to match. She was wearing a blue one piece dress and blue Penny Loafer style shoes that, like mine, were leather and made in Italy. She had ruby red lipstick on, which from what my 20:30 detail seeking eyes could see, was the only make-up she had on. She had skin that was just as pale as mine. And I'm as white as a ghost! And to finish off this flawless woman, she had pearly white teeth, perfectly manicured nails, and blue ankle socks. She was truly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
"Hi Travis." she said in a voice that to my ears was a choir of angels. I couldn't even speak...Even though I tried as hard as I could no words would come. So I just smiled and waved back to her. The girls giggled as my face turned redder then a cherry in blistering heat.
At lunch I was able to introduce myself properly.
"Hi Sangwa. I'm sorry I couldn't introduce myself earlier. I...was...eating a sandwich with peanut butter and banana's on it. So...I was incapable of...speaking...ahem." I was beginning to sweat. Sangwa laughed at my ridiculous excuse but accepted it anyway.
"It's okay. I was a little nervouse too." she said, her face reddening slightly.
An hour of conversation followed after those few words. I found out that she likes all the things I like. For instance, we're both old fashioned, we both like old cars, we like antiques, and we like older fashions when it comes to clothes and hairstyles. And after about a month or so, we were inseparable. Best friends, or "BFF" as she put it. We even shared a liking in Theology. And as if we didn't have enough in common, she, like myself, was also a Roman Catholic.
After my first few months of school, I knew that these were going to be the best years of my life.
So, what do you think? If you like it, say so. If you're a bit skeptical, please tell me where I can improve. So do whatcha need to do. Please lay off the un-needed comments. I don't want to have to track you down. Have a nice day...or evening...