Choco: Okay, first person, what do you all want?
Light: To know why you hate us!
Choco: that's easy.
Light: Really? Then tell me why you hate me.
Choco: Three reasons. One, you're gay.
Light: NO I AM NOT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT!
Choco: Whatever. Two, you call yourself God, and as I am Catholic that really offends me. And three, you're a serial killer. That's enough to hate anybody. I feel sorry for your family. NEXT!
Light: Hey, I wasn't finished!
Choco: Again, WHATEVER. NEXT!
Light: Choco, I'm gonna kill you!
Shinji: Due to unnecessary violence and coarse language in this scene, we're gonna end it and start the chapter. Wow, I never thought I'd say that.
When I got up the next morning. I stretched, and then stopped. I had to think through last night. I had two options.
One, it had all been a dream. I had made it all up. Yes, that was it. But what if… I didn't even want to begin to imagine option number two. Light couldn't bee a vampire. That was ridiculous. Or was it……
Snap out of it, I told myself. You're being silly. I heard a series of thumps, and knew Sayu was downstairs.
I grinned. That little girl was like an elephant, she was so loud. You could hear her going down the stairs with your door closed and your iPod in, if you had it at medium or low volume.
I got dressed, pulling out a midnight blue shirt and a pair of jeans from my endless collection of black skinny jeans. A ruby pendant, a studded belt and some white paint, black eyeliner and red contacts, and I was ready.
I went downstairs, thinking about the fact that I was the only quiet person in my family. Breakfast was, again, eggs and bacon. I wished my mother would cook something different once in a while, but I never got around to asking her. As I went down the stairs, I felt a slight wind blow past me. That was weird. I was inside a closed hallway.
Certain I was imagining things, I continued into the kitchen. My mother, Sayu and Light were already there. That, again, was funny. I'd only heard Sayu go down the stairs. Light must have gotten up really early, while I was still asleep.
As usual, Light and I raced for the bathroom.
This time, I won. That was a rare occurrence. I was quicker than Light, though I did more. I straightened my hair, and after brushing my teeth re-did my face, then went out to pack my bag. I was down before Light, as I always was when I got the bathroom first. I was out the door by the time he came out.
I jumped on my bike and practically flew to school. I studied again, and so didn't notice my friends until they tapped my on the shoulder and took my book away.
"Hey guys."
"Ah, the zombie awakes!" Kat cries, and then laughs. She's kinda weird that way. Since they wouldn't let me continue to study, I walked around until the bell. I read before class, so I didn't notice Mr. Myers until he cleared his throat as he always did before he talked. I looked up so I wouldn't get a DT again.
"Alright class, we have a new student who'll be joining us for the rest of the year. Why don't you come in, Mr. Kyoko."
A strange looking boy walked in. His hair, which seemed to be a normal black, stuck up all over the place, like he'd just crawled out of bed and hadn't combed or brushed it. Wide eyes, black and white that looked like a panda's and skin so pale it was almost white, like mine. But I could somehow tell there wasn't any paint on him. Baggy jeans, a rumpled white shirt that looked like it hadn't ever been ironed.
He stood hunched over, and wouldn't raise his head. Mr. Myers looked around to give him a seat. Eventually he pointed to the seat next to me. He shuffled over to me, and then curled up in the chair, his knees up against his chest. Silently, I slipped my book away. As I flipped my hair out of my face, I saw him glance at me from the corner of my eye.
I pulled my attention back to Mr. Myers as he began to speak. "Alright class, pull out your books and flip to page 177. Mr. Kyoko, you'll just have to share." There was a series of thumps as books hit desks. I slid the book over (I'm usually one of the first to get to the right page) without looking at my seatmate.
As Mr. Myers began his lecture, I did my best to forget that I wasn't alone like usual. The lecture was on typical advanced grade 11chemistry, but I listened anyway.
Finally, the bell rang and I moved to my next class. It was exactly the same, but Kat sat beside me so I had her, but, just my luck, he got the seat behind me. Twice, the scene was repeated. But thankfully, I only had two classes he sat beside me, but every time he was near. A row or seat away. And he kept staring. That creeped me out. What did he want? I shrugged my shoulders, the flipped my hair so it made a curtain.
By lunch, I was starting to worry. He followed me through the halls, and, though we were going to the same classes he seemed to follow my tracks. My mind screamed "STALKER!" at me.
At lunch, I sat with my friends like usual, and I got lucky. He looked at us, and then went to sit in a corner. We chatted idly, but I kept my brother's secret. It would seem wrong even if he hadn't asked me too.
After lunch I was given reprieve-he wasn't in any of my classes. After lunch is the arty part of my Wednesday.
Music, followed by art and woodshop. I had to fight for that one. It was difficult to convince my parents I wouldn't cut myself with the carving knives, but I'm not an emo. I'm just clumsy. I was fine in certain sports, but with knives I was useless.
I walked into woodshop, my first class after lunch, and was comforted by the familiar smell of sawdust. The sound of saws turning further relaxed my racing mind. Art was spent with precision, and music numbing and peaceful.
My mother was musical. When I was little, I often fell asleep to the sound of her singing or playing the piano. That had stopped after Light had gotten sick the first time. I had trouble sleeping for days, but blamed it on worries.
I got home to an almost empty house. I flopped on my bed and read until Sayu got home. She thumped in, loudly announced "I'm home", then made herself a snack. I sunk in to the world of print, blocking out everything.
Mom called me twice for dinner. I was silent, but as I was usually like that, my family didn't notice. I studied, a task I hated, ten went to bed around 10. I found it impossible to fall asleep.
My mind wouldn't let me. I got my iPod and plugged it in, turning it to the secret collection of piano pieces only I new about. Remembering the past, I sunk into an uneasy, dreamless sleep….
Choco: I'm finally finished!
Rena: Yayz!
(Shinji bursts in with a harried look)
Shinji: Choco, you'd better come upstairs.
(Sees anime characters)
Choco: OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL GET OUT OF MY HOUSE WHY ARE YOU HERE!
Shinji: They just came in and won't leave until you tell them why you hate them or something.
Choco: Oh god no.
Rena: I'm leaving, bye!
Choco: OH NO YOU'RE NOT!
Rena: Gah fine.
Choco: Get downstairs and lock the door while I figure out how to get them to leave.
Shinji: Due to hours of plotless and boring thinking, we are going to end the chapter. Again, I never thought I'd say that.
