COLOURS OF LOVE
Chapter 1: Turbulence amidst serenity
Kira gazed out of the multi-coloured window into the vividly serene atmosphere, paying no heed to what the professor was preaching. The thoughts that were running through his mind were unstoppable. He did not understand why he had not been able to get Cagalli to do that with him. Hadn't the atmosphere been romantic enough? It was actually one of the few times he had been rejected.
Cagalli…she was the one whom he had his eyes set on at the very first time they met. Her long flowing hair, brushing gently across her sleek physique, well-filled chest, and slender legs were all part of her attraction and the curves in the right place had caught his attention when he was sipping his vodka in the pub near the school.
"Shit!" muttered Kira under his breath, everything seemed to be unpleasant at that moment.
"That is most certainly not the answer to what Romeo said," exclaimed Professor Yula as the students giggled in unison. "I was expecting you to be paying more attention in class now that your grades are falling apart. I am afraid I cannot help you if you don't want to help yourself," he said as he faced the blackboard again.
"Shit!" muttered Kira again as his thoughts flowed back into his mind again. Why, everything seemed to be falling apart for him.
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Athrun Zala was having troubles about asking someone to go to the annual winter festival celebration ball. He was tired of making excuses every year about being sick so that he would not be laughed at by his peers. He was by far the only virgin left in his class and was constantly at the end of his classmates taunts. He was not bad-looking and was in fact quite handsome with his long frocks and deep glistening eyes. It just happened that his characteristic was merely timid and shy.
A tiny voice popped up in his brain.
Cagalli would make a great choice.
No. said another voice. Quit daydreaming.
But I really like Cagalli, I truly admire her.
No she belongs to Kira already. And do you have the guts to ask her even so?
I…I…
Athrun let out a long sigh. Maybe one day I will muster the courage to ask her, he thought in his mind.
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Miriallia frowned as her eyebrows met at the centre. She was having trouble playing Ramanio's Altidio in G minor and was frustrated to the core. The image of Dearka surfaced in her mind every now and then. Did she seriously like him?
Never! She thought, slapping herself for even asking herself that question.
She would never like the self-stinking, snobbish and hateful playboy. Had she forgotten how he had laughed at her and played those dirty pranks on her? Could she forgive him when he had been the first to point out her menstrual blood stain……
She had been skipping along the marble walkway, chatting with her classmates, Fllay and Cagalli.
"I reeeally love that cute and cuddly kitty cat at Toy'r'rus, but pity I can't afford it," sighed Fllay.
"You want a kitty? There, there's one cuuuute RED one imprinted behind Milly's ass!" laughed a familiar voice as Dearka emerged from behind them as he put particular emphasis on the word, red.
His remark drew the stares of many others as they peered curiously at her ass, wanting to see what was going on. She caught sight of it herself as the tears of embarrassment trickled down her rosy cheeks and she remembered the look on Dearka's face, as she tore off to the washroom.
That bloody scum, I hate him! I hate him! She thought furiously as she ran, leaving a mixture of tear and blood streak staining the floor.
Yes, that was the emotion to feel. Hate. She hated him deep down to the core, there was to be no qualms about that fact. Unless…
Again she slapped herself, as she tried to refocus her attention onto her piano practice, shaking her head in frustration and annoyance. However, one thing till now that she could not deny was that the stain had curiously enough, really taken the shape of a cat.
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The bell rang as the students reeled out of the class. Kira packed his bag, stuffing the blank assignments and worksheets in his bag, with no heed that they were being crumpled into a pile.
"Damn!" he thought, "I MUST get her to do it after the ball next week", he thought angrily, slamming his fist on table in rage as he kicked the chair onto the floor and strode out of class.
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A/N:
Alrighty, that sums up the first chapter. Please gimme your feedback which I will appreciate greatly/
