Dear Reader,
This story that you are about to read, speaks of more than a fictional story based on the anime Kekkaishi. To you who chose to begin reading this fanfic, let it be known to you that this story is more than the characters or the story's plot. Still being a fanfic, not everything in this story is for real, many are symbolisms only, & I still imply the normal fanfiction writing mode. But, this story meant a lot to me. I will be fair & honest to you dear reader, that I'm not sure how this story will end, neither do I know if this story has a happy or sad ending, nor do I guarantee immediate & fast chapter updates or an ending, for this story symbolizes the life of two friends, and I do dedicate this fanfic to them. I also would like to clarify, that this story is not romance, even if some would think that this is. I know that those two are just friends, and if one day that may change through the course of time, it is not for us to decide. Only God will decide that & I am in no position to assume anything. Why Kekkaishi? You may wonder, Kekkaishi it is because Yoshimori, Tokine & every character that makes up Kekkaishi symbolizes & reveals the two main character's personalities & the people that surrounds them. Also, Kekkaishi has a very significant meaning to those two friends. As you enjoy the anime Kekkaishi & this fanfic, I hope you will be reminded that every story is somehow connected with the reality of life. Every story has a life of its own, & every story can teach us different lessons in life. Now I thank you very much for reading this fanfic. Reviews are appreciated, & questions regarding the story are welcome, but as you continue reading, I hope you will be reminded of my two friends, their tears, hardships, joy & victories.
Thank you & truly yours,
Silver Knife
"Our Lives Are Connected To A Certain Story We Never Thought Exists…"
"GOLD & PURPLE RIBBONS"
Chapter One
A loud ringing of an alarm clock resounds throughout an almost empty room, waking up a sleeping figure on the couch. The young man sighed deeply as the loud ringing begins to irritate his ears, disturbing his solitude. Intentionally, he smacks the ringing alarm clock, stopping it from creating the unwanted noise. The young man stared at the ceiling of a dimly lit room, groggily lifts the blanket that covers his body, and sleepily walked his way to the bathroom.
"Another worthless day." he grumbled, letting the warm water from his shower envelopes his cold body.
As soon as he got dressed, he quickly grabbed a piece of bread from the nearly empty cupper board, and slowly made his way to the elevator with his school bag hanging on his shoulders. He reached the bottom floor of the famous Hikari Tower in Tokyo, as busy people buzzing about their businesses didn't even notice the young man leave their area. He took his trusty 4 year old bike from the guard at the parking lot of the tower, who smiled cockily at him and bowed. But he ignored the gesture and rode his bike paddling fast the high ways of Tokyo City; his destination, the school at the corner of Shibuya District.
Upon reaching the said destination, he lazily parked his bike at the "Bikes Area" and walked the long path that leads to Karasumori Academy.
"Life is so boring." he thought.
But his peace was shattered as thugs from the third and fourth year levels stopped him from his tracks.
"Hehe. We've been waiting for you." the tallest of them spoke, suddenly suppressing a punch on the young man's face, hitting his right cheek bone, causing a tiny wound to form.
"Stupid." The young man muttered, dropping off his school bag aside, and quickly punching the man on his stomach, symbolizing the start of a horrid, early morning school fight!
One of the students rushed to the principal's office reporting the occurring fight. Alarmed at the report, the principal hurriedly ran to the scene only to be greeted by a bruised and bloody fisted guy, with his opponents lying defeated on the cold ground.
"SUMIMURA!" shouts the principal.
The boy just looked at him annoyingly, as the students who gathered around to watch the match scatters back into their respective rooms. The school bell then rang, indicating the start of class, or sermon to a certain troublesome boy.
"You better behave this time young man! I've had enough reports about you getting into trouble! And most of them are about fights! Not only with our school, but even with other schools! I'm getting reports from different schools around Shibuya District, saying that you keep on fighting with their students! What is wrong with you!" scolds the principal towards the young man sitting on a chair opposite of his.
The boy just stared at the man with an annoyed & displeased look, ignoring every sentence that comes out from the old man's mouth.
Getting no reaction from the boy he's talking to, the principal fell silent & sighed.
The boy then speaks, "Are you done? Is that it?" he asks.
The principal sighed again, then answers, "Yes, that's all. But, Yoshimori, please avoid any more trouble. Have some respect with this school if you will, & mostly, please, give more respect to the name your father built."
"Tch! All you care about is his money, the amount his paying you & this school of yours." He replies, heading towards the door. "Besides, no one knows who I am in this place, nor do they know that I am 'his' son." He continues, leaving the office, and began heading towards his classroom.
Yoshimori Sumimura, a raven haired young man, at the age of 15, currently is studying at Karasumori Academy, a 2nd year high school student, & the second son of a famous company owner. No one knows the last part of this information about him. He chose to live by himself as his parents are overseas & is famous for getting into too much trouble, mainly into fights. He is well known into the school & the whole Shibuya district as the 'Black Raven'. People looks at him with disgust because of his troublesome, gangster profile, but is also considered as the "mysterious raven haired boy" due to the fact that no one knows his true identity. He is hated by the guys his age, because of his 'war freak' aura, some girls thinks his okay & probably cool, but most considers him as dangerous, and he is cautiously watched by the authorities of their district. But in the end, the conclusion is still the same; nobody knows who he really is.