Yay! A decently long chapter. Nearly 400 words. Definitely 400 words including all this crap you're reading right now. So, uh, tomorrow, school is starting again, so yeah. There's that. Three more weeks till winter break! WOOOO! Long chapters then! And plenty of them, too! Let me just tell you guys now, I'm not gonna post on Mondays or Tuesdays 97% of the time (not sure why I chose that number) seeing that I have afternoon clubs on those days, but I still might. Mostly will be posting on Saturdays and Sundays, maybe Wednesdays through Fridays. So all in all, here's my schedule:
Monday & Tuesday- 97% no.
Wednesday through Friday- Maybe. 50% yes.
Saturday & Sunday- 99% yes.
Remember, I might not post some weeks, due to other reasons. Sometimes I'll give a heads up, others I won't. I'll normally post 1-2 chapters a week. Now enough with the babbling! On with the story! WOOO! And BTW, I got myself an editor. Not sure if they want their name mentioned, so I'll keep them anonymous for now.
As Tsubame slowly crept down the stairs, he heard a noise behind him. He turned around, only to see a giant shadow looming over him. Before he could scream, he was grabbed by the collar and thrown back up to where he started.
Tsubame coughed up blood. He began to stand up, but before he could completely, the shadow was over him again. The shadow raised a fist, ready to come down at full speed. Tsubame suddenly realized something. Now that they were close to a window, he could clearly see the outline of the shadow's face… and it looked… familiar.
"Ya-Yami?" Tsubame managed to cough up. "I-is that you?" The shadow hesitated for a moment. Then it brought down its fist.
Tsubame woke up to the sound of the birds chirping.
"Hey, Tsubame," came a familiar voice. He looked over, only to see Arata. Immediately, Tsubame remembered what was going on. He felt guilt. "Just what," said Arata, making every word clear, "in the Seven Hells were you thinking? What if the area you were supposed to guard just so happened to have a Titan ready to run in? The Circle Formation is a formation we practiced for months now, and one person messing around could put the rest of the others in danger!" Arata saw Tsubame look down and realized how harsh he was being. "Hey," Arata said, his voice much smoother, "I don't want to lose another comrade, alright?" Arata was on Tsubame's parents' team, and he was also the one that had informed Tsubame of their death. He saw it before his eyes.
Suddenly, Yami came over. "Hey, bastard. You're still alive, eh?" Yami snickered. Tsubame thought about what had happened before he fainted.
"Wait…" Tsubame muttered. "I saw you before I blacked out! You're the one that knocked me out!" He saw a wave of worry spread on Yami's face, but it quickly disappeared.
"What are you talking about?" Arata cut in. "Yami was the one that heard your scream. We found you in the house, fallen on the floor. From what we saw, you tripped."
Tsubame thought about this. He had ideas, but he would keep them private for now. But he was sure of one thing: There was at least one infiltrator here.