Post-Rewrite Notice!
NoName-chan here! As I told you, I'm rewriting this story! Woooo! I made a new linebreaker, too! Anyway, here's the new and improved Prologue~!
~Ride Life Like a Roller Coaster~
NoName-chan: Hello~! ^^ Here I am once again, posting stories for the good of sadistic beings- I mean, "The Children!" Anyway, this is the second new story I've posted today, but *holds up an empty jar* this is my "fuck" jar, and these are all the fucks I give. So, sit back and enjoy the ride, folks~!
Lavi: *Grins* I read this chapter, and I can already tell that this will be very Blackmail-worthy.
NoName-chan: *Grins* You bet your ass it will be~!
Allen: *Cries in the corner*
Kanda: Che. What's with the moyashi?
NoName-chan: Oh, it's nothing much. Just, *picks Allen up by the back of the collar, revealing him to have a very feminine physique* he's a girl in this story.
Kanda: *Gapes*
Allen: *Cries*
Lavi: *Laughs ass off and takes pictures*
NoName-chan: Anyway, yeah, that's all I've got to say here for now. So, who wants to do the Disclaimer?
Lavi: I will~! NoName-chan does not own DGM~!
~Ride Life Like a Roller Coaster~
"I WANT THAT ONE! I WANT THAT ONE!" the little girl practically squeals, pointing repeatedly at a fluffy pink stuffed bear that hangs from one of the many plastic hooks that adorns the top of this tacky wooden stand. I have to resist the urge to rub my ears. Geez, I get that the kid's excited, but does she HAVE to be so loud? I already have a bad enough headache as it is! God, people need to teach their children about a little something called "inside voice"…
But wait… We're outside…
Ah, whatever.
I sigh before checking if the girl got enough points for the desired prize. Concluding that she made just two points under the required amount for the stuffed bear, I decide to let her have it anyway and lower it down from its suspension on the roof of the stand. The little girl squeals in delight, hugging her new toy tightly, before running off to join what I assume is her brother judging by their similar heads of brown hair at a hot dog stand a few yards away.
Yeah, I know I technically should've denied that loud girl the stuffed bear. Seriously, I totally just broke the rules here. I'm such a friggin' rebel. But, so what? Judge all you want, but truthfully, I really don't care at all what I should and shouldn't do while working this stupid job. I mean, why should I? What teenager in their right mind wants to spend their Summer Vacation running a ring toss stand at their city's Summer Carnival? This is just torture!
I take a seat at the rusty metal fold-up chair that was provided for me and lean forward to rest my head on my arms, which are folded upon the somewhat rough wooden – I'm gonna have to get the old panda to check me for splinters later. Hey, don't judge! Those things hurt like a friggin' bitch! – surface of the stand's counter. I shift my single eye up to the sky before quickly closing it again, wincing. Okay, the sun is, like, super bright today! Seriously, I think I just got blinded! I open my eye again and squint upwards loathingly. Stupid sun. Stupid blinding properties. Not to mention the heat! I'm sweating buckets here, 'fer real! I'm gonna need, like, ten showers after this! And then I'm gonna have to take a bath in Aloe Vera Gel, 'cause I'm willing to bet my favorite red Reeboks I'm getting third degree burns from the damn UV Rays!
I pause from my mental whining for a moment in order to reach a tanned hand down to tenderly pet my prized sneakers. Never mind what I said. I'm not betting my Reeboks for anything, no matter HOW sure I am!
I replace my arm to its folded position under my chin and sigh before reaching a hand up to wipe my forehead. Sweat glistens on the normally sexilicious skin of the appendage. Oh my god. Ew. I wipe my hand on the cloth of my jeans. That was disgusting.
I tug a little at my pants (away from the sweaty part, of course, 'cause again – EW.), silently regretting the choice to wear them. It was more than stupid of me to think wearing jeans in the middle of July was a good idea. Although, I suppose I do have a bit of an excuse here – I was sort of under the impression that this godforsaken ring toss stand would provide some shade for my poor, tortured soul. But of course, I didn't even get that luxury, as the opening of the stand is at such an angle that the scorching afternoon sunlight filters through RIGHT onto the spot where I am forced to sit. Of all places. I seriously hate my luck sometimes.
Speaking of my bad luck…
"OW!" I shriek as a prick of pain bites my left thumb. I yank the digit to my mouth, sucking on it childishly. As I remove the inflamed skin from my lips, I spot a tiny stick of brown jutting from the slightly swollen surface. I got a friggin' splinter! I knew it!
I grit my teeth as I grip the little spine of wood between the nails of my index finger and thumb and pull. A little squeal slips passed my lips as the splinter comes free, and I return my thumb to my mouth, whimpering. Judge all you want, that friggin' hurt!
I feel a twinge of annoyance in my temples as I remove the thumb once again. God, I friggin' hate this damn job! These working conditions are just INHUMANE! What if I, like, get an infection from that splinter or something?! Or what if I have a heat stroke from being in the path of the unforgiving summer sun?! I could freakin' DIE! And all because I'm stuck at this stupid Ring Toss stand 'til – I look at my watch – FIVE! And to make matters worse, I'm not even getting PAID for this! Yeah, you heard me right! I'm suffering these lethal conditions for literally NO benefit!
My seething simmers down to an ache of defeat as I sigh for the millionth time today and rest my chin in palm of my hand. I suppose it's really not fair of me to complain about this – at least, not THIS much. After all, it's my fault I'm stuck working this damn job in the first place.
All because of a little prank…
~Ride Life Like a Roller Coaster~
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Daisya asks, eying me cautiously. His right eyebrow is raised, and an unsure frown adorns his lips. I smirk slightly. It's good to know that my best friend has so much faith in me.
"Absolutely!" I confirm, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. "This is going to be hilarious, just wait!"
Daisya sighs in defeat, lifting up his ridiculous jester's hat – Why does he wear that thing, anyway? – in order to run his fingers through his messy locks of brown hair. "Okay, if you say so... But I still think this is a bad idea."
I chuckle. "You worry too much, Daisy."
"IT'S DAISYA!"
I slap a hand over my brunette friend's mouth. "SHHHH! Don't be so loud! He might hear us!" I whisper aggressively. "Now hurry up and help me mix this stuff!" Our conversation finally falls into silence as Daisya obeys my hushed words, and the two of us hurriedly mix the vial of chemical we brought with us into another bigger bottle I found here.
Once I'm content with the evenly mixed concoction, I screw the caps back onto the now full bottle and the nearly empty vial before setting the larger of the two back in the spot I found it, paying careful attention that it was exactly at its original angle and everything. You can never be too careful with this guy.
"Alright! All set!" I cheer, jumping up from my seat on a clean white ledge. I shiver slightly as cold, wet cloth sticks to my butt. I must have sat in a puddle of water or something. Damn it, these are new pants! I sigh. I guess I'm just gonna have to hope it dries before I get home, or the panda's gonna be pissed…
"Okay, now can we please hurry and get the fuck OUT of here before he comes in for his afternoon shower?" Daisya pleads, pulling me from my soaked butt-centered thoughts. I look at my orange wristwatch, reading the glowing digital numbers. 4:25P.M.
"Yeah, let's go," I agree before stuffing the empty vial into the back pocket of my white jeans, only wincing slightly at the chill the increasing contact to the wet cloth gives, and bolting from the room with Daisya on my heels. Even the coldness of my poor butt is forgotten as I run. After all, both my and Daisya's lives are at stake here.
We sprint down a hardwood hallway hurriedly, make a sharp right, and prepare to turn to the left when a burning pain shoots through my pinky toe. "SHIT!" I hiss, lifting my left foot to cradle the injury in the palms of my hands. OW! OW! OW! SONOFABITCHTHATHURT! A loud thump is heard as I lose balance and smack into the wall. I'm more focused on my throbbing toe than my bruised face at the moment, though.
"Oh my god, Lavi, are you okay?!" I look up to the source of the frantic voice to find Daisya staring down at me, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
"NO, I'M NOT OKAY!" I nearly screech, rocking back and forth with my foot still in my hands. "I STUBBED MY TOE!"
Oh, Ha-Ha. Keep laughing at the wounded animal. Real classy of you.
Daisya just stares at me for several seconds, seemingly trying to decide if I'm serious or not, before smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand, murmuring, "You're one special breed of idiot. Come on, let's just go before he shows up." My possibly broken pinky toe is forgotten as I remember why we're running in the first place, and I scramble to my feet and break into a sprint once again. We turn around the corner we were about to before the massacring of my toe, scramble down two flights of stairs – Jesus Christ, their house is big… - and navigate through several more hallways, not stopping until we've reached Daisya's bedroom on the bottom floor. My brunette friend slams the door shut behind us after we make a beeline inside, and I collapse on his bed, panting heavily.
"Your house… is, like,… WAY too big, Daisy…" I pant, rolling over to look at my companion, who is leaning back against the door he had slammed close no more than a minute before.
Daisya glares at me as best as he can through eyes that are narrowed as he gasps for air. "It's… Daisya,… you… idiot!" I attempt a snicker, but it comes out sounding like some sort of deranged walrus snort due to my lack of oxygen. Okay… That's not a sound I ever thought I'd make…
Or hear from a human, for that matter…
No more than two minutes after our hasty retreat to Daisya's bedroom, a low whir sounds from upstairs. From years of being thoroughly creeped out by that unnatural sound, I know that this is the hum of someone turning on the upstairs shower. I glance at my watch. Damn. Exactly 4:30. He's never late by even a minute.
"Wow, that was WAY too close, Lavi," Daisya states, his voice no longer broken up by pants. I grin cheekily at him.
"Yeah, but it'll be worth it," I assure him in return. "Just wait."
We wait in anxious silence, our breaths hitched and our hearts thumping against our ribcages. The minutes seem to tick by like hours. Honestly, how long is he gonna TAKE- the whirring sound shuts off abruptly. Never mind. I look down at my watch again. 4:35. Huh, he showered more quickly than I thought…
"Do you think it worked?" Daisya asks, pulling me from my surprise.
I open my mouth to answer, but I'm quickly interrupted by a loud roar. "LAVI! DAISYA!"
A grin pulls the corners of my lips to my ears, and I jump to my feet. "I think it did. Get the camera ready and prepare to run like hell." Daisya gulps slightly before grabbing a silver digital camera off his nightstand and scrambling away from his door until he's next to, if not a little bit behind, me.
Loud footsteps boom as someone stomps down the stairs at an alarmingly quick rate. My heart rate speeds up until it's pounding in my ears in tune with the ever-growing bangs that are surely leaving cracks in the wooden flooring they conquer. They grow louder and louder until- silence? I listen a little more closely. Yeah, there's literally nothing but the croaks of frogs outside to be heard.
Which is never a good thing in these sorts of situations.
"D-Do you think he calmed down-?" Daiysa begins to whisper before the door bursts open with a force great enough to send it splintering against the smooth white of Daisya's wall. My eye travels upward until it meets two cold unforgiving cobalt orbs. Oh god. I've never seen so much fury, hatred, and vengeance condensed into a single pair of eyes. Maybe this WAS a bad idea…
But then my eye travels up even further, and I nearly choke on my own laughter. N-No way! It really worked! I mean, of course it did, but… Oh my god, this is priceless!
Kanda just continues to glare and me and Daisya murderously, his face framed by luxurious locks of long, straight hair that is now a bright pink instead of its normal midnight blue.
"WHAT DID YOU TWO DO?!" the pink haired man demands, rage radiating from his every booming word. His only response, however, is the roaring laughter of me and Daisya and the multiple flashes of the digital camera at work. Yes! Our prank was a success! I know we're going to get it for this, but I can't help but bask in this glory-filled moment. But of course, as if on cue, Kanda shouts, "YOU DIE TODAY!" before unsheathing the katana he always carries strapped to his belt – Don't even bother asking if that's legal because he's already been to court about it twice, and nothing's been done – and charging at us. Daisya and I squeak slightly at the sight of the rampaging man and barely manage to dodge the slash of the blade that cuts through the air no more than an inch away from our noses. With no other escape routes in mind since we probably chose the most cornered room in the house to take refuge in – Heh… That was probably a stupid move on our part… – we duck under Kanda's poised arms and run on either side past him and out the door before sprinting like there's no tomorrow.
Which there might not be if we don't get outta here, like, NOW.
Naturally, the enraged beast- I mean, Kanda, whirls around and chases after us. I curse my horrible luck. Daisya and I are already exhausted from our retreat downstairs, and Kanda's literally fresh out of the shower. The chase won't continue for long at this rate.
"YUU-CHAN! CALM DOWN! IT'S CUTE!" I scream, still chuckling loudly along with Daisya because let's face it – Probable death or not, the fact that Kanda's hair is pink is hilarious. Kanda, unsurprisingly, ignores my screeched words and continues his pursuit of out hides. The next several minutes seem to blur together as the chase of predator and prey continues, first throughout the halls of Kanda and Daisya's monumental house, then in circles around it, then throughout the rather large and wealthy neighborhood the two live in, and the next thing I know, Kanda has managed to chase Daisya and I all the way into town. We weave around several shops, restaurants, and other businesses, getting stares everywhere we go, especially from the pedestrians we narrowly avoid crashing into. Still, the recently-turned-pinkette continues to hunt us. For the second time today, my breath begins to come out in quick, yet heavy exhalations. My leg muscles burn painfully, creating a sensation that vaguely brings the image of a rubber band being stretched until it's white with strain to mind. My heart rate is so quick at this point, it's painful, and the longer I go, the more I wonder if my leg muscles are actually to snap like the rubber band in that mental image.
"GEEZ!... How long... can he... go for?!" Daisya pants. Sometimes I forget how little experience he has with narrowly escaping Kanda's talons like this. After all, I'm usually the only one who gets caught up in these sorts of messes when it comes to him. Daisya's usually too cautious to poke the bear, unlike me, who is more of a person to go up to that growling face and give it a kiss. Some call it stupidity. I call it bravery.
"Longer... than you'd think..." I reply, breathing just as heavily as my brown haired partner in crime, if not even heavier. We continue sprinting with all our might for another twenty minutes or so, dodging more buildings, gaping pedestrians, and other obstacles than I even thought could fit in a single city. Jesus Christ, how is Kanda not even a little tired yet?! Daisya and I are running out of steam, that much is obvious. We need to find a way to get out of this and FAST.
Suddenly, I notice something up ahead. Between the colorfully appealing fronts of a small local café and a Pet Supplies Plus, there's a small gap leading to an alleyway between the buildings. I haven't the slightest idea where said gap leads to, but at this point, I'm willing to try anything if it means getting away from Kanda.
"DAISYA! Go left! I think it's a shortcut!" I shout through my loud pants as I skid to a halt to sprint into the shadowed alley, Daisya mimicking my moves not far behind.
Bad move.
For rather than creating a straight passage onto another street, or even leading to some complicated maze of alleyways as I'd hoped, the alley is cut off not five meters from where it starts by a brick wall. Dead end.
Daisya and I hesitate for no more than a moment before whirling around to go back the way we came. However, it seems luck isn't on our side today, for Kanda has already blocked the one route of escape. Those icy cobalt eyes seem to shine with a sick sense of sadistic pleasure as their owner realizes he's finally trapped us. Is it just my imagination, or does he lick his lips with the taste of fresh blood to come? Pink hair or not, the sight of Kanda standing in the way of sweet freedom and livelihood with the face of the devil is truly terrifying.
"Welp. It was nice being friends with you, Daisya," I tell my best friend, my back pressing against the wall as it puts my fearful backpedaling to a quick stop.
"It was more or less a terrible idea to be friends with you, Lavi," Daisya replies, looking over at me exasperatedly. I shot him a sheepish grin, shrugging my shoulders. He was probably right.
Kanda continues to close in on us like a cat on a cornered mouse before finally reaching our cowering forms, roughly grabbing the collars of our T-shirts and lifting us off the ground as if we weigh nothing. Only now does it occur to me just how ripped the guy is, staring at his chiseled biceps out of the corner of my eye. A loud gulp passes through my throat, and I attempt to grin at the larger man. "H-Hey, Yuu! What's going on?" I stutter as if there is any hope that I can sweet talk my way out of this. Kanda's having none of this, though, and his eyes narrow at me viciously. Uh oh. I know that look.
I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the ripped arm holding me jerk upward. Suddenly, I'm flying through the air. My eyes shoot wide. What the- DID KANDA JUST THROW US?! My question is answered quickly as Daisya and I slam into the window of a shop across the street from the alleyway with enough force to shatter it.
I groan as I sit up. Little stings of pain prickle all over my body, proving that I did indeed just crash through a window. My eyes crack open and I inspect my surroundings to find shards of glass and other things all around, and in some cases, lodged shallowly in me.
Oh shit. The Panda's gonna kill me!
It then occurs to me that I'm not the only one who just went barrels through a window. I turn my head to the left to see Daisya barely conscious on top of shelf on its die, of which's contents are shattered.
"DAISY! Are you okay?!" I shout worriedly. What if he's, like, seriously hurt?!
"It's… Daisya…" he grumbles without lifting his head. Nope, never mind, he's fine.
Suddenly, Kanda bursts through the door to the shop, katana poised to finish the job. A sharp pang of fear strikes me full force, and my heart rate accelerates from zero to sixty in three-point-five. I then mentally smack myself. I'm probably about to die here, do I really want my last thoughts to be references to old Rihanna songs? That's just cheap. Footsteps booming like an elephant's pull me from my mental arguments, however, and my eye travels to the evilly glinting blade of the sword that would surely be my end as another gulp slowly makes its way down my throat. Kanda smirks at the fear in my eye, and Mugen gets closer and closer to my throat.
Kanda's murderous act is suddenly interrupted, however, by a loud scream. He, Daisya, and I all look up at once to see the face of an unfamiliar elderly lady, contorted into an expression somewhere between horror and rage.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" she shrieks, causing me to wince at the high pitch and volume of her voice. Maybe she's younger than she looks if she can scream like that. "YOU'VE DESTROYED MY ANTIQUES AND MY WINDOW!" I look around once more and feel my body go numb. Oh my god… Of all windows the chuck my best friend and I through… Kanda threw us into an antique shop. An antique shop, of course, full of nearly priceless antiques.
Kanda sheathes his sword quickly as the lady continues to scream about how much money all the things my and Daisya's flying bodies broke would cost to replace. Even the normally stoic samurai seems to be nervous at this turn in events. If it weren't for the rock in my stomach, I would probably laugh at the cold sweat traveling down the pinkette's face.
Suddenly, a woman with black hair looking to be in her thirties rushes out from the same room as the older had. Her eyes widen considerably upon seeing the scene, and she rushes to the side of the elderly woman, who is still screaming at my companions and me about the prices of the window repair and antique replacement.
"Mom! Mom! Calm down!" the younger woman hurriedly orders the older with a raised voice. She's pretty, I notice, despite the dark circles under her eyes. I felt a pang of pity for her. She looks exhausted.
"B-But they broke an entire shelf of antiques AND our window!" the elderly lady sobbed, cupping her hands over her face.
"I know, I know," the black haired woman says before turning her head to glares at us. I nearly shiver at the thirst for revenge in her gaze. Forget what I said about feeling sorry for her; She's scaring me! "But they'll make up for it."
I gulp for probably the hundredth time today. "H-how?"
"Oh don't worry, I have an idea," she assures, not blinking those unforgiving eyes.
~Ride Life Like a Roller Coaster~
I can't help but grin to myself. Even though Daisya, Kanda, and I are all stuck working at this stupid Carnival in order to earn the money to pay back Ms. Silvia's mother, Rachel, for the damage we did to her antique shop when Kanda chucked Daisya and me through the window, mixing pink hair dye into Kanda's shampoo had definitely been worth it.
I lean back in my chair, folding my arms behind my head leisurely, and grin determinedly. My mental recap of the event leading to this torture has given me a strange burst of energy. Bring it on, Carnival! I'm ready for anything you have to throw at me!
Ha, that was a nice thought. Another hour of kids playing ring toss and demanding their prizes later, and I'm beat. Despite the shade the roof of the Ring Toss stand is finally providing with the sun's changed placement in the sky, the late July heat is still getting to me. Soft pants escape my lips rapidly as I check my watch. 4:30. Damn, I still have to sit through another thirty minutes of this shit! I'm not sure how much more I can take before I pass out from the heat!
A weak chuckle rumbles in my throat. Maybe it won't be so long, after all. I actually might pass out.
However, before my brain can hop on that dark train of thought, a wrinkled dollar is suddenly being waved in my face. I wrinkle my nose at the sent the bill gives off. It reminds me of graham crackers soaked soggy in spoiled milk then left in the sun with some cheese – Not that I know what that smells like, but still. Geez, what filthy pocket did this come out of?
I look down to find a blond boy of about seven or so holding a stick of half-eaten cotton candy in one hand and waving the green paper in the other. I get the impression that he's a bit spoiled, at least judging by the impatient scowl on his face. Either spoiled or a descendant of Kanda.
"I wanna play!" the boy demands rudely, a tiny bit of spit flying off his lip. I almost wince as it lands on my cheek. Oh my god ew ew EW! Who knows where this kid's mouth has been, especially considering the rank odor coming off of that damn dollar! Speaking of which, the longer I stall my reply, the more the kids waves the money in my face, wafting the smell toward my poor abused nostrils. Oh god… I think I'm going to throw up…
Not having much of a choice – both because of my duty as the runner of this stand and because if I don't get it out of my face, I'm going to need to be decontaminated or something – I accept the dollar, taking it between my index finger and thumb and dropping it into the cashbox, taking specific care to make sure it doesn't make any more contact with my body than absolutely necessary. After I let go of the disgusting item, I notice that the fingers that touched it now have some sort of sticky residue on them.
I think I just threw up in my mouth a bit. Oh my god. I can't do this… I can't do this…
I then shake my head, mentally slapping myself. Get a grip, Lavi! The worst part is over!
I take a deep breath and reach my hand into the basket of plastic rings on the ground, retrieving the three the kid paid for before giving them to the kid himself and scooting my chair to the side slightly. I breathe a sigh of relief. It's over…
Or so I thought. The young boy doesn't even stop to aim before tossing each of the rings harshly, completely missing the triangle of empty glass bottles he was supposed to aim for in the middle of the stand. I stare blankly at him. Seriously? Even Daisya's aim doesn't suck that much, and he can't throw a crumpled up paper into a trashcan point blank.
"Sorry, kid, game over," I say tiredly. I'm too exhausted at this point to comment on his horrible aim, even if I could without getting scowled at by one adult or another. However, the kid points to a large stuffed lizard that hangs on the wall.
"I want that one!" he demands loudly. I raise an eyebrow. He missed every one of his shots, and he thinks he won something? In what world does zero points win anything?
I stare at the boy for a moment before shaking my head. "Sorry. You don't have enough points." Yeah, yeah, I know I gave that little girl that stuffed bear earlier despite her being short of points, but I can't give this boy the toy he demands. After all, there's a difference between being two points short and fifty! I could actually get in some kinda trouble for this!
… Plus, this kid is really rude…
"I WANT THAT ONE," the blond boy repeats a bit more loudly, glaring at me and continuing to point at the toy. I wince slightly. Jesus Christ, why do these kids all feel the need to scream everything?
"Again, sorry. You didn't earn enough points for that one. If you'd like, you can play again for another dollar," I attempt to suggest, rubbing my ear. But then the kid really starts shouting.
"I'M GONNA TELL MY DAD THAT YOU'RE NOT GIVING ME MY TOY!" he squeals, one of his pudgy, greasy fingers pointed in my face, before running off. Uh oh.
I sigh possibly the longest sigh I've sighed today. Greeeeeaaaat. Now I get to explain this stupid situation to the kid's dad. As if my day wasn't long enough already!
I rest my chin in the palm of my hand. I hope he gets back soon. I just wanna get this over with already!
Well, my wish is granted. But I'm no longer sure I'm wishing for it.
About five minutes later, the kid comes back. With his tall, scary, ripped dad.
And he does not look happy.
Oh. Shit.
Upon reaching the stand, the bigger of the two males leans forward, his face barely an inch away from mine. His eyes are dark and flaming like the pit of hell he surely came from, staring into mine with the bitter chill of the Arctic. "My kid told me you wouldn't give him the toy he wanted," he growls in a deep, raspy voice, his hot breath ghosting over my face like a guard dog's. Okay, is it just me or did that voice sound a little inhuman?
I have to force myself not to tremble at the huge man. M-Maybe I can try reasoning with him? "He didn't earn enough points for it, and-"
"I don't care, you damn runt," the man cuts me off viciously. "My kid asks for something, he gets it, got it?" I'm screwed.
"I'm s-sorry, sir, but-" I begin to stammer nervously, whatever control I had over keeping my voice from cracking gone, before the man yanks me out of my chair by the collar of my green T-shirt with one hand. SHIT! THIS WAS NOT IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION, DAMN IT!
I peer out of the corner to find the blond kid smirking at me like the devil. Damn runt! This is all his fault! This whole experience has totally ruined my love for kids! Hell, the next time Gramps asks me to babysit, I'll-
WAIT, I am not focusing on the important thing right now!
I turn my gaze back to the body builder to find he has raised a fist with his free hand. My eye shoots wide. OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT! Yeah, I definitely hate kids now! I squeeze the eye shut and tense, preparing for the blow.
But… it doesn't come?
Suddenly, the grip on my shirt is released, sending me falling to the ground in an ungraceful heap. OW! That hurt damn it!
"Why don't you teach your kid some damn manners, you dumbass," a new voice says. Ow ow ow ow ow, my ass hurts-
Wait a second…
What was that?
My pain is immediately forgotten as the voice's less than kind words replay in my mind. Okay, the guy must have punched me after all. And said blow must have been enough to kill me.
'Cause that was definitely the voice of an angel.
I open my eye with a groan and glance over to find the hulk-like guy sprawled on the ground with a huge bruise on his cheek. What the…? Didn't he kill me? Or, wait, is this heaven? I shake my head. No, no, it can't be. I can smell the horrible carnival corndogs from here, so I'm definitely still alive…
My eye then travels up, and I gasp.
I don't think I've ever been more shocked in my life, and I fell for Kanda's snapping-turtle-in-the-toilet revenge prank!
Standing above the unconscious man is a teenage girl. And not just any teenage girl – by far the most unique looking girl I have ever seen! For one thing, her choppy shoulder blade-length hair is pure white. WHITE! IS THAT EVEN A HAIR COLOR?! Then there're her eyes: They're silver. Like, chrome silver. It would be scary if it weren't for how incredibly captivating the star-like orbs are. Then over her left eye, there's what looks like a red tattoo in an oddly shaped line with an upside down pentacle above her left eyebrow. Where did she even get that? And why? Finally, to complete her odd appearance, the girl is wearing a strange outfit made up of black calf-high converse, dark denim jean shorts, a black Evanescence T-shirt that's incredibly baggy over her petite frame, a red ribbon tied in a bow around her neck, and two different gloves – a red glove that covers her entire left hand and arm before disappearing under the sleeve of her oversized T-shirt and a small fingerless fishnet glove that only covers her right palm.
She's so strange… so different… so…
Beautiful…
My jaw must be hitting the ground by now. This girl… she's like a gift sent from heaven! No, scratch that – She is a gift sent from heaven! Was that angelic voice not a moment earlier hers? It must have been. I can't even imagine it coming from a source less lovely than this one. And trust me, it doesn't get less lovely than this one! My heart is hammering in my chest so hard it hurts a bit. Wait, when did it start doing that? Whatever, doesn't matter, I need a fan or something for my face. The light the goddess is giving off must be hotter than the summer sun, 'cause my cheeks are burning! There's no way this girl is real… Is there? I hope she is. Otherwise, she'll disappear.
I'm in so much awe at the sight of the angel, I must have been blinded by her light. Because by the time I regain my senses, the girl has already become a speck in the distance as she runs away from the scene.
"WAIT!" I yell, scrambling to my feet to run after her. But the mysterious girl has already disappeared into the crowd. I attempt to chase after her, but despite my persistence and repeated yelling, it's to no avail. She's gone.
Eventually, I'm forced to slow to a stop, panting hard with my head hung in defeat. The goddess is nowhere to be found. Looking up at the sky, I see that the afternoon sun is beginning to dim to twilight. Geez, how long have I been running? A glance at my watch tells me a tiny bit over two hours. I curse myself slightly. I was supposed to close up the stand over an hour ago!
I trudge back to the Ring Toss stand tiredly, the girl that got away still on my mind. Who was she? Why haven't I seen her before? Why did she run away?
Will I ever see her again?
The angel's appearance excluded, this day has overall been nothing but bad luck. I can't wait to close down the stand, go home, and collapse in bed for a good night's rest.
Apparently, however, my streak of misfortune isn't done yet. Upon reaching the abandoned stand, I find that the cashbox I so carelessly left open the pursue the goddess has been emptied. In addition, the entire stand has been trashed, and the word "Runt" has been spray painted over the "Ring Toss" sign. Judging by the missing stuffed animals as well as the lack of evil father and son, I have a pretty good guess as to who did this.
I only have one words for this:
"Fuck."
~Ride Life Like a Roller Coaster~
For the remaining month and a half of summer vacation, the strange white haired girl remains on my mind. I don't think I even need my photographic memory to have the mental image of her beauty etched into my brain. I've already asked around if anybody knows her or have at least seen her, but I've come up empty. It's as if the girl fell off the face of the earth! Or, more like, flown back to heaven where she belongs. I'm just about ready to give up on the search…
That is, until school starts up again in September.
Prologue End
~Ride Life Like a Roller Coaster~
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Post-Rewrite Notice!
Welp, here ya go! I added around 4k words to this, so I hope it's a bit better than it was!
I'll do my best to get the rewritten chapters 1-3 up soon!
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