"You've got our money, right?" asked a tall, brunet threateningly. A pair of female bullies stood over another, younger, girl. The fourth girl's eyes were rimmed with tears from fear of the bullies.
"I-I," she stuttered as she gripped her bag and shrunk to the ground.
"You lost the bet, so give it up," one bully stated, lifting up her fist threateningly, "or we're gonna-"
"Hey," the bully's threat was cut short from someone behind the three.
One of the bullies twisted her head around to the interrupter. "Who do you-" She stopped short as her brown eyes glazed with fear.
"A-A-Ayumu Hinamori!" the two bullies exclaim in fear.
They both starred at the boy's pink hair that was spiked slightly in the back and his golden yellow eyes glazed with boredom. He wore his uniform in a sloppy way, his blue tie hung loosely around his neck and blazer hung around his shoulders. Ayumu's blue, plaid pants unrolled to his ankles and covered part of his shoes, and a chain circled around his waist.
"Hinamori-kun!" the bullied girl looked up with excitement. A glare from her glasses caused Ayumu to look aside, seeming disrespectfully.
"You're in my way," he stated blandly, glancing at the pair of bullies.
"We-we-we're so sorry!" one bully shouted as she ran down the alley, followed by her friend.
Ayumu glanced at the girl shriveled on the floor, and she hopped to her feet noticing that Ayumu was looking at her.
"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed as she gripped her back to her small chest.
"What are you talking about?" Ayumu asked, flipped his bag over his shoulder. "You're still in my way."
The girl hopped back, out of Ayumu's way and he continued his way to the school.
"So cool!" she whispered to herself, stars twinkling in her blue eyes.
Ayumu continued his walk to school, casually glancing at the students that make a pathway for him as he walked on the school lawn. Girls squealed in excitement as his golden eyes flickered towards them, and guys only starred as he walked past, wondering how this new student became so popular with the girls.
As Ayumu made his way to his seat in his classroom, students spread rumors of excitement.
"Did you see Ayumu-sama save that girl from the bullies? He really is a lady's man!" one girl whispered.
"Eh? No way, his French girlfriend's gonna get jealous," another whispered.
Ayumu sighed in annoyance as he heard more whispers about him spread around the room.
"They're making up stories again," he muttered to himself.
But this isn't the way I am at all…
"All of you! Listen up!" exclaimed the person in the TV. Ayumu jumped back, slightly, surprised from the large women from the TV giving instructions of fortune. "Each of you all have a guardian spirit! Listen to them!" she exclaimed.
"Why her again?" Ayumu asked himself. "She's just another fake."
"That's not true, Ayumu," his father stated.
"Saeki Nobuko-sensei is the real deal," his mother stated, also.
"We did an article about her and she proved her reality," Ayumu's father added.
"Cweepy! Cweepy lady!" Akira, Ayumu's younger brother shouted from his highchair. "Beat it up, Ayu-yu!" Akira added, throwing in Ayumu's nickname.
"I am no scary than you," Saeki stated from the TV. Ayumu glanced at the TV. "I am a friend and strong ally..."
"She's insane," Ayumu shook his pink head.
"Those who call people insane dye."
Ayumu slightly glared at the TV.
"Should I congratulate you?" he heard someone say in his head. "I'm talking to you," Saeki said from the TV.
Ayumu slid from his chair and jumped to his feet, slightly freaked out from the pudgy woman on the TV.
"Are you okay, Ayumu?" his mother asked, noticing her son leaving the table.
"I'm just done with listening to false statements," he replied, looking over his shoulder. "Thank you for the food."
"S-so cool!" his family swooned as he trudged up the stairs.
Ayumu closed the door behind him, his golden eyes losing its usually glaze.
"What is wrong with me?!" he face palmed. "I'm going insane! Why do I always do this?!" he exclaimed.
All my life is a lie. I'm not the cool and calm person I am in public… Only I know my real personality.
Ayumu leaped to his black bed and sunk into the dark blankets.
Sometimes, I wish I could wear something not so dark…
Before Ayumu started attending Seiya Elementary, he was experimenting with new styles. His younger brother chose the innocent style while he chose the darker look.
When Ayumu's mother saw her son looking punk, she decided to influence the look, changing most of his clothes to black.
"Why did she have to do that?" he wondered to himself as he stared at the blank ceiling. "But," he turned onto his side, "I guess I didn't object either…"
"You're guardian spirit will reveal your true self!" the fortune teller's words rung through the pinket's head.
"That's, that's not true," Ayumu mumbled to himself. "But…" He clasped his hands together.
I could try… I'm sorry Guardian spirits, I don't know if you're real or not, but if you are, please help me find my true self…
He opened his eyes and unclasped his hands. "Now I feel pretty stupid…"
The morning light filtered through the dark red curtains and into Ayumu's room. The pinket's yellow eyes were closed and his mouth slightly agape as he slowly breathed in and out. A slight movement at Ayumu's feet caused him to stir, slightly. Another and he slowly opened his golden eyes, groggy from his sleep. The movement started to tickle his feet, and he shot up.
"What was that?" Ayumu mumbled to himself as he flipped off the deep blue blankets. His golden eyes widened and he slipped off the bed. His back slammed into the ground and he winced in pain. "Ow," he breathed and peered onto the covers of the bed. Three eggs lay softly in his blankets, the surprise of Ayumu's life. These three eggs would change his life and become a large part of his life.