I looked around and smiled slightly, looking behind me to wave towards my mother who was sending me away abroad to study the German language. I had my blue duffel bag over my shoulder and had flip flops on since it was in the middle of August. I heard the announcer saying that my flight is ready and heading towards Germany with no stops. I grinned, but manage t contain my excitement. I waved again to my father who was in the back, but manage to wave back with a large smile on his face. I waited in line as I handed the flight attendance my ticket to fly in economy. My parents wanted me to fly in first class, but I wanted the extra money to shop for myself. I walked down the corridor, looking down and seeing peeks at the ground, realizing how far I am from the ground, but it is going to be nothing compared to when I go into the air. The thing that made me a bit upset was that I knew it was a dream, but it felt so real and perfect, but I was careful to remember that I was in a dream. I walked into the airplane and went to sit down in my seat.
I sat near the window and put my bag under my feet as I got out my music device. I smiled at the attractive guy who sat next to me as he said, "Guten Tag." I made a mental note to find out his name later. I plugged in my headphones to my music device before turning it on and putting the headphone into my ear as it canceled all the other sounds. I looked outside and saw the other planes and workers. The flight attendant went to each row, asking if we were comfortable, and I nodded when she had come to my row. I took a deep breath in and relaxed into my chair, forgetting all previous thoughts and closing my eyes. As I opened my eyes later, I looked out of the window and sat that we were far, far away from the ground as my stomach lurched forward a bit. I took off my headphones and started a conversation with the man next to me. I forgot his name once he told me; I am not sure why because I remember names easily, but he said he was visiting Russia and now was heading back home. I told him why I was going to Germany, and embarrassed myself as I tried to speak German with him. He said that I did well than most people before standing up and going to the bathroom. It made me blush a bit, but I loved the feeling. I looked outside again and stared in amusement at the birds that were flying in different directions. They were small black birds and it made me think of the insignia on my black that had shown a black bird. They were flying in a formation, but one decided to break away. It affected me because it reminded me of myself and how I wanted to be different, break away from the planned path. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity when I saw it go to the airplane's height before making eye contact with me. It left my vision as it flew back. I closed my eyes and waved towards my new German friend, but gasped when I felt the airplane shake, hoping it was turbulence. I pressed my face against the window and saw black feather coming out of one of the engines as my heart stopped. I crossed my fingers as my companion asked what was wrong, but I didn't have time to answer when there was a loud explosion, making me gasp louder and dread drowning my heart; the engine had exploded as the airplane was trying to maintain its balance, but no use. Over the speaker, the flight attendant had told us that there were parachutes under our seats as there were cries of help and screaming. I fumbled to get my parachute on as I looked over, seeing my companion already jump, people getting sucked out of the plane, but forgot to put their parachutes on. I raised myself from my seat, dropping my music device and leaving my bag, knowing I was more important than any belonging that I had. I pushed myself towards the large gaping hole and let myself jump out, a feeling of adrenaline flowing through; it was always my dream to skydive, but not like this. I ignored the screams of the others, knowing I could not save them. I reached across my chest, and pulled my cord that activated my parachute; my heart stopped when there was no sudden pull or flashing colors above me, no gentle object bringing me slowly towards the ground, only fear and the knowing of death. I remember how everyone talks about when you are about to die, your life flashes before my eyes, but where is mine? Where is my life that flashes before my eyes? Don't I have a right to see all the accomplishments and fails I have committed? I moved my arms in an erratic manner, making a fool of myself, but I am about to crash into hard, rough pavement, so I have every right. I blinked away the tears as I came face to face with pavement, before it broke into pieces as I curled up in a ball, wondering what was happening. A sudden wind pushed me a bit as I tried to grasp the ground, but my head the back of a tree, but I crashed through it, wincing as my back felt immediately broken. I got onto my stomach, and pushed myself up as I looked around, seeing nothing but gray and red sand. There was an occasional dead tree, but nothing else. I felt a shadow loom over me as I was afraid to turn around, seeing the silhouette of a scythe. I turned around slowly, my legs quivering as was met with the eerie, crooked grin with jagged teeth and black lips. Pale, white skin with red spots, and a large hole through its chest and neck.
"Welcome back, darling!" It said as I saw the blade with more detail as it grew closer to-
I snapped my eyes opened and screamed, looking left and right before found myself shaking uncontrollably, sweat soaked up my pillow as my covers were in the far side of my room, my Alistair looking at me, whining a bit, nudging my leg with his wet nose. I sat up and looked around before looked down at Alistair and sighing out loud, laying back in my bed, my hair sprawled out in different directions. I looked to the left and saw my phone on the desk. I reached out and opened it, panting a bit. My eyes widened when I saw the time.
"Shit!" I yelled, running out of my room, falling a bit and ran into the bathroom. Taking a shower and all that other stuff took about an hour. I ran into my room, running only in my undergarments. I put on my white tank top, my white dress shirt and my gray skirt. I put my tie around my neck and loosened it a bit. I shook my chestnut hair before grabbing my phone and giving Alistair a quick kiss. I ran downstairs, skipping a few stairs and slid towards the living room. I pushed and shoved all my papers into my bag. I went into the kitchen and went into the pantry, getting out dog food and pouring it into the bowl. I got a spoon and stopped myself, raising an eyebrow; was I about to eat dog food? I looked at the doorway and saw Alistair cocking his head to the side. I put the bowl on the floor for him before going into the fridge and growling; there was no milk, "Damn it, Hana! Go to the Market!" I slammed it close before grabbing a banana and going into the living room. I grabbed my bag and went over to the front door, putting on my dark brown ankle-sneakers. I put my bag over my shoulder and opened the door before leaving.
"Tokushima!" I heard Kagine yell as I pushed myself a bit more, glaring at his form, "Where is Kimiko Tokushima-"
"I'm right here!" I yelled, reaching the group and Kagine-sensei as I put my hands on my knees, panting a bit. I changed before I went to his class, "I'm a little late-"
"You are late! Now drop and give me 10!" Kagine said as stood up straight, glaring at him with all my might as I saw sweat rolling down his face, "N-never mind. Today, we are playing Soccer. Soccer is a-" I canceled Kagine after that, my eyes not focusing on him, but on the dream. I felt a little nudge and looked to my left, seeing Ichigo.
"You seem a little out of it." He whispered as I shrugged and yawned a bit, "You want to talk about it?"
"If I give you more of that Beef Stroganoff, will you shut up?" I asked with a smirk as he smirked back before looking straight…
"Ichigo and Sorimachi are captains again." Kagine said as I put my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow.
"Again, come on, that isn't fair-"
"Be quiet, Arisawa!" Kagine said as I suppressed a smirk.
"Maybe." Ichigo whispered, passing me as I rolled my eyes, but smirked at him. I looked at him more closely and raised an eyebrow when I saw a scratch on his left forearm. I am not sure if the other students noticed it, but it looks pretty recent. The two captains started to pick students as I expected to get picked last-
"Tokushima." Ichigo said, pointing at me as I raised an eyebrow, "You are on my team." I rolled my eyes, but was a little shocked, getting picked 2nd. Everyone else started to get picked as crossed my arms. Keigo came in a little late and not ready for Gym class, but gave Kagine a doctor's note as he went to sit on the bench.
"We got uneven teams…Ichigo, be a team player and go on the other team." Kagine ordered as I heard Ichigo grumble and so did Sorimachi, "Kimiko, you are team leader, understood?"
"Yup." Was all I said before yawning again, and I felt the doubt of my team members. Kagine blew the whistle as everyone got into a position that they liked. I picked the position of forward as I got matched with Ichigo. I felt a death glare and look to see Sorimachi and I narrowed my eyes.
"Remember, play nice and have fun!" Kagine said as I rolled my eyes; he makes it sound like we are in elementary school again. He blew the whistle as I ran towards the ball.
I ran around Sorimachi before kicking it between someone's legs and shooting it at the goal, grinning when I made it in. I high-fived Tatsuki as the score was 3-2. The goalie on their team threw it towards Ichigo who got the ball. I rolled my neck before running towards him, a smirk on my face. I stopped him short as he tried to get past me as I tried to be careful and not hit him. He tried to pass it to another person as I went in to take it, but he passed me. I growled and ran after him. As I got close, I kicked the ball away from him and towards Tatsuki. I smirked at Ichigo who was glaring.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game!" I said before going on the offensive. Tatsuki passed it to me as I kicked it towards her when Sorimachi got close. She kicked it high in the air as I jumped up and hit it with my head towards the goal, smiling when I heard the whistle blow. I stood up and sighed, smiling towards Tatsuki as she gave me a nod. I heard someone panting besides me as I saw Ichigo.
"I never knew you could play Soccer." He commented as I shrugged and grinned.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." I said and sighed, "Damn, that wiped me out."
"You should try out for the Soccer team; you will make it for sure." He said, "You are a very good player."
"You are a good rival." I commented as we both grinned before I flicked his nose. I ran away from him before he even got a chance to flick my neck.
"I thought I would find you here." I heard Ichigo say as I looked up and saw him leaning against the doorway of the art room I was currently in. I was working on another sketch. I waved at him before continuing to sketch, "Do you always come here?"
"If I have nothing to do after school, then yes." I said, looking at him, "What are you doing, deciding to visit the mannequins? I won't judge."
"Ha. Very funny." He said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes and smirked, "It's a Friday, and shouldn't you be home?"
"Like I said before if you were listening, If I nothing after school to do, then yes, I come here." I said, looking at him with an annoyed gaze before continuing to draw. I glared at him once he closed my sketch book, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Let's hang out." He said as I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips; couldn't he have told me before closing my art in progress.
"Where are you planning to take me?" I asked as he shrugged.
"I'll improvise." He said with a smirked as I chuckled a bit.
"You caught my interest. Give me a second." I told him as I put the sketch book carefully in my bag and put all the supplies away I was using with the help of Ichigo, "Lead the way, strawberry."
"Don't call me that." He said, flicking my neck as I winced a bit and pushed him a little. I said good bye to Toru-sensei as I followed Ichigo out of the room, "What do you draw?"
"I sketch anything that sparks my interests long enough. If I like it, I draw it, and then add a little 'Tokushima' taste." I told him as he snorted.
"Add a little Tokushima; that sounds corny and dumb." He said as I smirked.
"Only you would know." I teased as he glared, "I gotta go home first. Where do you live? I'll meet up at your house." I nodded as he told me his directions before saying bye to him as he went separate ways. As I reached my home, I was greeted with the slobbering mouth of Alistair. I kissed him sweetly on the forehead before upstairs to change.
I changed into black skinny jeans, a white tank-top, a loose green and black checkered flannel shirt, and my light purple ivory boots-sneakers. I put my phone in my butt pocket before rushing downstairs and exiting the house. I walked down the street until I reached a pretty average house. I walked in front of the door before knocking lightly, rubbing the back of my head; is he going to answer it or do I have to deal with his family? They tend to ask questions. I groaned and sighed before standing up straight and staring at a small petite girl. She had sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. She held a spatula in her hand and one word came into my mind; adorable. Is this girl related to Ichigo Kurosaki; I must have the wrong house number.
"Sorry, I think I have the wrong house. I was looking for Ichigo-" Her eyes immediately brighten as she gave me a large smile.
"You must be Ichigo's friend! Come in!" She said, slightly pulling on my arm as I slowly followed. She closed the door behind me as I took off my shoes, "I'm Yuzu Kurosaki!"
"Ichigo's sister?" I said as she nodded, "Well, nice to meet you, Yuzu. I'm Kimiko Tokushima."
"Welcome. That is Karin, my sister, on the couch, and my dad is here, but he's in his room." She said as I nodded towards the girl with the black hair who was at the dinner table who nodded back, "Ichigo is in his room. You can go up if you like."
"Thanks." I said, walking past her and slowly going up the stairs before looking at the doors. I saw one with a little frame with the number, 15, on it, and once I thought about it, Ichigo is like 15… I took a chance and knocked with bit roughly. Moments later, the door swung wildly as I was met face-to-face with Ichigo. His cheeks were slightly pink and he looked a bit angry. I looked in his room and raised an eyebrow when I saw an orange stuffed lion in the middle of his chaotic room. His eyes slowly leaked with confusion before realization settled in its place.
"Kimiko." He said as I raised an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips.
"That is my name… Can I come in, or…is it a bad time?" I asked as he looked over his shoulder, "I can wait downstairs-"
"Is my Dad downstairs?" Ichigo asked with a panic voice as I raised an eyebrow and shook my head, "Oh, good. You can come in. My room isn't normally like this, but." He suddenly glared at the stuffed lion before I followed him into his room. He closed the door behind me as I looked around and decided to sit on his wheelie chair, crossing my legs on top of it and looked at him, "I didn't expect you to get ready so quick." I rolled my eyes before spinning around.
"Ichigo, it was only a half an hour. What else do I have to do?" I asked as he rolled his eyes before organizing his room, "What happen to your room? It looked like you were searching for something." I saw him stand up rigged before looking at me.
"M-my phone! Yeah, I misplaced it. Sorry." He said as I shrugged and stood up, "What are you doing?"
"Let me help you look for it." I said as he protested, "Unless you don't want me to find your stash of porn magazines-?"
"I don't have those types of magazines!" He cried out, his face going even redder as I chuckled a bit and sat on his bed, putting my hand under the bed to see if I could find it. I was a little weirded out by the stuffed lion's stare- is that drool coming from its mouth. I shivered a bit before sitting up straight. I leaned back against his window as he searched for his 'phone.'
"You know, if you wanted to convince to me that your phone is lost; it would be a better if you actually hid it first before putting it into your butt pocket." I said as he stopped looking under his bed and his face going to a bright red, "Find your graphic magazines yet-"
"I don't have any!"