Sakura's Journey Chapter 2 True Slender

The bell rang, indicating recess. I went out, following the flow of students, until I found Daemon at the lockers. He looked at me for just a few seconds before speaking. "Hey Kura, you ok? You look really stressed." I smiled faintly and nodded. "Yeah..I think it's some weird sixth sense type thing. I'm ok." He grinned and nodded at my answer. Our parents were very close friends and he had grown-up with me, so he was bassically my brother in a way. He knew all about what my dad was and he knew what I was supposed to be. I winced as we re-entered the crowd. I could pick-up so many different emotions from the mass. It was like a swarm of little mosquitos against my mind. I didn't bother asking my dad about it. He had talked to me about sensing people's auras before and he said that it was up to each individual slender to master the skill on their own. I sighed. I was starting to get a headache.

We finally got to the school yard and I breath in the fresh air and thanked the fact that the people weren't as confined out here. I picked up a slight sense of relief from my left, knowing Daemon was glad I was clearly feeling better. The September air blew some leaves around and one of them landed in my long brown hair. I plucked it from the curls before tossing it asside. When I gazed up, it was sorrow that filled me as I saw that most kids were on some form of iPod or Android or whatever. They had forgotten the beauty of nature, or at the least, a decent game. I had inherrited an addiction to the things from both of my parents. My dad even called himself Gamerman at times. I snickered at the thought. Pulling out an old Nintendo DS that my mom had given me a few years ago, I turned it on and loaded up Mario Kart. Daemon did the same and we sat down under a tree, racing each other. Our already short time was cut even shorter when I felt something negative brush up against my conciousness. I looked up and shot a glare at the tall looking asian guy that walked towards us."Heh. If it isn't the jungle kid and barf head." I didn't mind the term "Jungle kid" at all, but I knew that Daemon hated insults directed at his hair style. I felt his rage and insecurity at the edge of my mind. I failed to notice though, my own level of anger.

Daemon quietly stuttered. "Uhm...Ku-Kura, calm down." I glanced to my side, surprised to see he had paled a bit. He silently motioned to his screen and my eyes briefly widened in shock to see that it had gone to static. I looked down to my own device and noticed the same. Unfortunately, I did far from calming down as the idiot standing in front of us decided to taunt even more. "What's the matter? Scared?" "Why don't you go get a life!" I snapped at him. He sneered at my response. "I have a life! You have nobody. You know why? Cuz you're nobody! You morons..." My eyes shot opened and I glared at him, feeling an electrifying rage fuel me. Morons?! "Who are you calling morons?!" I vaguely registered Daemon paling and baking up against the tree, both DSs buzzing with static. Next thing I knew, the guy had fallen to his knees and was clutching his head. "What the hell?!" I felt Daemon's hand on my shoulder as he shook me. "Sakura! Sakura, calm down!" I looked into his emerald green eyes and slowly took a few deep breaths. The thug got back up, still holding his head. He looked back over to us, looking dissoriented. "Dang. I shouldn't have drinken that much last night." He dizzily walked away. The first thing that registered in my mind was along the lines of: Drinking too much?! The guy's like, 13 years old! The second thing I registered was what had happened to the guy. Or more like, what I had caused him. I looked to Daemon, sensing fear from him. I suddently felt a bit ashamed of myself, my only friend being affraid because of me. I felt no shame for what had happened to that other guy though, he deserved it.

I stuttered a bit, still in slight shock from what I just did. "I...I did that?..heh..." Right then, the bell rang. As we walked back toward the main building, Daemon whispered to me before leaving for his own grade's area. "I never doubted you had the slender in you." I smiled. I knew he admired me, and I knew just at what extent. If his physical signs weren't enough, I could pretty much read his emotions. He wasn't any more than a friend to me though. I didn't like anyone... I spent the whole day, lost in thought. Even more so than usual. I kept thinking back over and over to what happened. There was no longer any doubts, I was a slender. The thought made me feel happy and it brought a smile to my face. I had spent my time growing up observing my father. I saw all the skills and powers he had. The idea that I too will be like that excited me. Of course, I did know I wouldn't be gifted. My mom was human, so I couldn't be. My dad was gifted. He could teleport, or slenderwalk as it is also known, to locations he had only seen in pictures. He could also do it accompanied with more people and with less effort than normal. It wasn't all that great, I know, but at least it was something.

When I arrived home that evening, I went to my mom's room. She was working on her computer. "Hey mom...uhm...I...Where's dad?" She turned and looked at me, eyeing me intently. I sensed her curiosity and slight worry. I didn't normaly ask to see my dad unless it had something to do with my powers, or lack of them for that matter. Not anymore. I grinned. "He should be in the garage. Why?" I felt uneasy. Even if I knew that's not what was going to happen, I feared punishment if my mom knew what I had done. "Uhm..I-I I think I might be starting to get my powers." Her eyes widened and then she started to smile. Her eyes unfocused briefly and I knew she was talking to dad through their minds. There was a slight drop of temperature before he materialized in the center of the room. At over 8 feet tall, the top of his bare head brushed up against the ceiling. "Sakura! What happened?" I looked down nervously before retelling the tale of this little display. Soon enough, two cool tendrills wrapped around my waist and I was hoisted into my father's arms who kissed the top of my head gently. I burried my face into his grey and blue striped scarf.