Lol, I'm glad someone is reading this, writing a story coherently is harder than I thought. I just have scenes in my head that are all dramatic and everything whilst in there but it's just annoying having to connect the moments together in a logical way and writing extra waffle just to build up suspense/meaning/credit towards those moments. Why can't fan fiction be like a manga where you can skip to the good bits once you get bored?
Eight years ago…
The boy pulled at his tie on his mildly uncomfortable school uniform absentmindedly until it came off, he then shrugged off his ghastly jacket and gave it to a passing horse as it wandered over. The horse chewed at it thoughtfully, considered it, before wandering off towards the open fields on the other side of the park. He was now alone, a single and very small figure on a wide expanse of green.
A child care expert may consider this reproachable, downright irresponsible perhaps, for an eight year old little boy to wander around a huge national park with possibly dangerous animals around and completely unsupervised. But there's only so much a nanny can do when locked up in the ladies' bathroom by your young charge, especially one who gave up on the traditional method of the puppy dog eyes years ago. Yahiro had by this time graduated onto more reliable techniques, such as lying, scheming and blackmailing to get what he wants. And it also needs to be taken into consideration that this was a private national park, one of those quaint little places that offer various delights to the youngsters of the better off whilst the parents buggered off to get richer. But there are only so many families that could afford the fees required and as a result the security of the place is arguably one of the very best i.e. the type involving guns.
Yahiro yawned. It was all very well, he thought, all these playgrounds and rides and animals and food and the usual stuff, but it's strangely hard to do anything with two guards, two maids and a nanny following you around. He tossed a huge bunch of keys in his hands thoughtfully and wondered how long it takes for an entourage to break through a heavily padlocked door. Yahiro grumbled to himself. When will dad learn that he needs his privacy, he's eight for crying out loud! He continued in this manner until he stopped at an indoor playground where, for nothing better to do, he got on the swings. And thought of Akira again.
I wonder what she's doing?
This sentimental thought is promptly pulverized through logic:
Today is Saturday, so either tea ceremony or cookery lessons depending on her teacher's fancies. Last week was tea ceremony, but Akira's skills are not at the expected level yet and so she should be in her family's Japanese garden huts currently
His sentimental side butted in loyally at this point:
But anything made by Akira is good
Yahiro let the (by now) familiar warm fuzzy feeling engulf him. He'd liked Akira for a while now; in fact he can't even remember a time that he wasn't in love with her or a day when he doesn't think of her. It is, after all, not difficult to fall in love with a cute, shy girl who you spend most of your company with as childhood friends. It didn't matter if she didn't seem to like him as much or in the same way as he liked her, they were always going to be around each other anyway and no-one is more suitable for her than him. He only needs to wait for puberty to hit. (A part of Yahiro noted the childishness of that thought, but it was only a small part and he WAS technically a child, so he let it slide)
Then a drop fell on his hand.
Yahiro peered at the sky, it had been clouding over for a little while but he hadn't given it much thought, he ignored it and tried to return to his thoughts.
It's a good thing that Kei is still obsessed with this karate friend of his; otherwise I might have had a powerful riva- drip… drip… drip
FLASH
Yahiro growled half in annoyance and half in fear as the heavens opened and the area was engulfed in flashes of lightning and the scream of thunder. He tried to cover his head with his frankly miniscule hands as he ran, messily whilst slipping and sliding, under a small area under the slides.
He found himself shivering in an almost dry patch of concrete, inadvertently jumping with every roar of thunder. Yahiro hated thunderstorms.
A thunderstorm always ruined things, it stopped him arriving at Akira's 7th birthday party, it distracted him from concentrating in his father's board meetings (although he hated the jokes), it prevented him from travelling in his yacht and it is just so…chaotic! It always made Yahiro unsure as to what to trust anymore, things that he once thought so solid and strong disappear with the noise of the torrential rain, sometimes even his thoughts of Akira are drowned out by the noise (not that his love for her will change his sentimental side piped up). Thunderstorms cause things to be out of his control, and Yahiro hated that feeling (and ever so slightly scared of it).
Suddenly a movement caught the side of his vision and Yahiro turned towards the gates. What he saw confused and shocked him.
A figure, a tiny figure even smaller than him, had entered the playground. Yahiro couldn't see clearly through the raindrops and could just make out a red raincoat and long hair plastered down on the child's face through the rain's efforts. For some reason the person (Yahiro had seen boys with long hair before, apparently most people call them hippies) was walking slowly against the rain, managing almost two steps forward with every step back against the elements.
This person's mad, why come here at this time!
He stared, incredulously, as the figure fought against the weather and moved slowly, almost painfully slowly, towards the swings.
It's raining and pouring and she (he decided it was a girl) wants to….play!
Yahiro found himself holding his breath in as the tiny person climbed onto the seat, almost slipping off again with its wetness and began…yes, swinging!
The rain got heavier, as if in anger at this display of blatant disregard, Yahiro's shuffled into a smaller ball.
He watched in disbelief as the girl swung higher and higher towards the sky
I've never met a mad person before he thought in a dazed fashion or is she from one of those families who have a twisted idea of fun? Maybe she's related to me?
Then he noticed a sound.
It was inaudible at first with the weather, but Yahiro noticed that it came from the child. It was slowly growing louder and louder and with a flash of lightning Yahiro could finally make out the face of the figure for just a moment.
FLASH
For a fraction of a second he saw a small, pale face, big eyes, wet hair plastered over face and mouth wide open in a scream. It's not a face at its prettiest, perhaps not even a face at its most photogenic but-
She's beautiful
Yahiro caught this thought with a surprise. In all eight years of his life he had called at least 561 people beautiful (including Kei just to tease him) but had only meant it once (mother) and had thought it but never said it once (Akira). But in that less than a moment glimpse of the frankly frightening apparition Yahiro is struck by the expressions on her face: a curious mixture of determination, strength, joy and just a tinge of fear to heighten all those qualities.
She's trying to out scream the thunder
The thunder grew even louder in retaliation, covering the girl's voice for a while
Yahiro concentrated and found that the sound maximises in pitch and tone when the girl swings to the top of her trajectory, he momentarily forgot about the torrential rain as he popped his head out of his shelter to hear clearer. The sound got more audible and he caught a whisper of a word.
No, not screaming…singing? And it's getting louder…she's winning!
For a long moment there was neither rain, no thunder nor lightning nor even Akira in Yahiro's world. There was just her, a strange creature competing with nature like a plaything with the almost supernaturally powerful voice of hers.
It's just ironic that she was doing it with the lyrics of Humpty Dumpty really.
Hmm…I really wonder who that girl is? Lol, kidding kidding
R and r please, with a focus on the lower case r if possible if you want the ending :p