Hallo everyone! –Does happy dance- Missed me? ^^
Heng Shi: -snort- Hardly… And why are you so happy…
Isn't it obvious? Another person reviewed my story! And she said it has a good plot! Thank you Roith, I am so happy! ^^ -spins around on the place and does peace sign-
Heng Shi: … You are weird you know…
Yup! And I like being weird! ^^ I am like this most of the time in real life too. I wanted to have a good first impression when I first posted this story, so that is why I didn't begin to talk to you or write weird things in the beginning. ^^
Heng Shi: Yea right… You came up with this idea to talk with the character from 'Quiet on the golf course' when Itachi talked to the readers… You didn't even plan to do this, not until…
-Cuts Heng Shi off by embracing him in a death hug- Hahahahaha! Heng Shi, you are so funny. Now, why would I not have planned this? Hahahahaha…
Heng Shi: -sweat drop-
O_O –Jumps away and points at Heng Shi- HE SWEAT DROPPED! Oh my god, that is so out of character!
Heng Shi: -anime fall-
-Pokes at Heng Shi who now lies on the ground- That is totally out of character to! What happened to you Heng Shi?
Heng Shi: -Growl- Then why the hell are you making me do it since it is so out of my character? Bitch! –Glares at me with killing intent-
-Backs away… very far away- I wanted to try it once…
Heng shi: -Stands up and walks towards me, his killing intent rising-
-Whimpers- Le-let's continue the s-story… E-enjoy my l-longest chapter e-everyone! ^^"
Right now I am sitting in my couch, lifting my 20 kg dumbbells while watching TV. It is just some shit film about some kid learning karate from an old man. He does stupid house duties for that old man. Waxing cars, paints fences, grinds the floor… That is not training for karate… I mean seriously, how would doing house duties in some kind of way effect your reflexes in combat? That is just some stupid shit work. You can also clearly see the way that they are fighting is fake. I have much more talent in the sport than that old man. You have to be someone with no experience at all in karate not to notice that they don't even hit each other... I have enveloped a much more brutal kind of style for fighting; no one will be able to perform it accept from me. The "doctors" at Xian Hong said that I should not use my style of fighting, since it puts to much pressure my body. It is my body and I decide if I will use it or not. Besides, I work out on a regular basis.
It is one day before Christmas. The streets are crowded with people shopping Christmas gifts, the Christmas music can clearly be heard from the radio threw the walls and all the people is having fun. They might think that Christmas is a blessing, well I do not. I have never liked Christmas after my father died. I can remember it like it was yesterday… Xian Hong celebrating Christmas together, my father is sick but decides to go to the party anyway, me helping him inside the big hall, when he gave me my Christmas present and how he died soon after his last Christmas. I never believed in Santa Claus or how he rode all around the world giving presents to all the nice children in one night. We assassins have ended lives, but even so we get presents addressed from Santa Claus as kids. We are doing the greatest sins in life and even so Santa Claus gives us presents? That is just stupid.
I put down my dumbbells on the floor and turn off the TV. The good guys always win in movies, so why bother to watch. I begin to do 100 push ups, then 50 push ups on each hand. When I was done with my exercise on my chest, I do the plank exercise for about 5 minutes and after that do 50 squats. Then, I lie down on my back to do 400 sit-ups. This is just regular body training for me; I do it every day to build up my body so I am able to fight longer. Not everyone can do all these pushups and sit-ups and stuff, but I am not a part of 'everyone'. I am (was, I still haven't accepted it yet) an assassin, and assassins must have stamina, speed and strength to be able to survive. That is a basic fact.
When I have done 267 sit-ups the doorbell rings. I let out a sight and stand up. How annoying. My naked upper body is damp with sweat, I didn't bother to put on a tank top today, but I don't smell at all. (Hurray for my dad) I simply rub my wet hair a little with a towel and walk over to the door to answer. I don't have a look hole through my door, so I just opened it. I didn't care to put on my face mask; if someone interrupts my training they will be punished. Everyone stays away from me when I train, not to get a punch in the stomach or a strangle grip from disturbing my good mood. In the door opening stands a group of high school girls, blushing. They blush even more when they see my naked body drenched in sweat with a towel around my neck. All of them are holding cards, probably for a Christmas party.
"What do you want?" I snapp at them. One of the girls steps forward with her head down in embarrassment. She reaches her card towards me and fiddles with her hair with her other hand.
"We-we are h-having a c-Christmas p-p-party in the café r-right next to this building. We-we were w-wondering if y-you would like t-to c-c-come." I narrow my eyes and look at the other girls in the group. They all stare at my bare chest, drooling. I hate when the girls do that.
I snapped the card away from the girls hand and start to read it, which seems to catch their attention up to my face. It says that the Christmas party begins at 18.30 soon after the café closes, and you are supposed to bring a Christmas gift with you for one person that you appreciate. I frowned at the word 'appreciate'. I don't 'appreciate' anybody, but it can be a nice time killer. If they would have waited at least one hour before knocking at my door, I would have just snorted and say 'If I don't want to come, what will happen then?' in a little bored tone. But right now I can't think properly, so I give back the card to the girl.
"Come back within an hour, right now I am too pissed off to think strait." I say to the girls with a cold tone before closing the door. I can hear their happy outbursts as I walk back to the living room to continue my rutine.
After taking a shower and put on some clothes, the doorbell rings again. I know it is those high school girls again. This time I opened the door with my face mask on, I still haven't forgiven them for disturbing my training, but I said that I would calm down. Kind of… Immediately after I opened the door they made some disappointed moans. I only smirk at them, leaning against my door post.
"What? Disappointed?" I say to them in a mocking tone, they blush at my statement. The same girl steps forward and asks me. "Well, will you come to the party?" I pretend to think about it for a moment before answering.
"Well… If I don't come, what will happen then?" The girls winches and looks at each other before screaming in unison. "Well, I will be sad because I want to give my Christmas present to you! Hey, he will have my present first! No he will not! He is mine!" And there goes the fight about who will give their Christmas present to me first. And who that will become my girlfriend… I totally hate this crap, girls only goes for looks not the personality… If they knew my real personality, they would run home screaming.
-Sight- Well, there is no were around this situation, so I might just say something that is not a yes and not a no to them. I bang my fist into the door post to get their attention. (I created a little crack, but no harm done.) Now all the eyes are set on my bored face as I say to them. "Why do you have to fight? It's not like I have known any of you long enough for you to even be able to become my girlfriend." They look down on the floor in embarrassment. "But, about the Christmas party…" I gain their attention once more, and I give them a cool grin. "You have to see for yourself tomorrow." And with that, I close the door. Leaving the high school girls in confusion. I guess they noticed the crack in the door post as they rambled on. I can hear small words like 'Hot, bishie, sexy, look, crack, cool, strong, body…' and so on. Sometimes I hate girls and sometimes they amuse me. I can with just one look easily manipulate them, but they annoy the hell out of me if they just do nothing else than blush and drool.
So, what to do about tomorrow? Should I go? If I go, all the girls will rush over to me and give me their Christmas gifts, and all the guys would want to pick a fight. A fight sounds nice, and I have nothing better to do. I look over to my hand watch, it read 19.23. I stretch my body on my way to the bed room. I have to send all those papers to my new university; I succeeded to get into a university with no grades at all. But when I met the principle for the school a few days ago to show what I knew in my subject, he was satisfied. So I got an e-mail from the principle to fill in my name, address stuff like that. The school is not to far away from my house, it will only take about 15 minutes to run there. I will probably stick out from everyone in my class with my white hair and yellow eyes. And some guys might become jealous and pick a fight with me. I grin evilly at the thought, a fight would be nice.
I send away my fake information to the principle and at the same time signing up for the karate club. Afterwards I walk over to the kitchen to make some dinner. After some home made pizza I start to read some school books before going to bed. Nothing special happened in second life. I killed some monster together with my dragon Garel and I gained some experience. Without second life, I might have gone insane from blood lust. Before I knew it, my glorious night ended and I woke up 8.30 as always. I rub the sleep out from my eyes and walk out in the living room to train. I will also have to go out and shop some party clothes… No, I will go in only a white shirt and black jeans. I hate dressing up.
The time is 18.45 and I am standing outside the café. All the Christmas lights are on the streets lights up the café in front of me. Most of the people are having dinner at home with their families. Everybody inside the building seems to have fun. The 'bad boys' talks to a lot of girls and makes them laugh, there is a d-jay who plays party music loud enough to be heard all over town. I make an evil grin as I walk inside, it will be fun to ruin the 'bad boys' little pleasure to the girls. I still have my vest on as I walk over to an empty table. I sit down and glance around the café. Some tables have been removed to be able to create the dance floor and on the left side of me is a bar where the 'bad boys' sit with their ladies. They look so confident… Soon after I had slid into my seat, the girls begin to notice me. They began to whisper and giggle with each other and glance over to me. I snort in amusement as one of the 'bad boys' notices the stares from the girls. They follow their gazes and glares at me. I only smile back and wave towards them, which made them angry.
The leader from the 'bad boys' stands up and walks towards me with an evil glare. I snort in amusement again as he steps closer to my table. Like he will be able to do anything to me, and just because of the girls. When he stands in front of my table he leans over to me with an angry grimace. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The other 'bad boys' have walked over to their leader. The music has stopped and everyone in the whole party stares now at me and the 'bad boys'. I only gave the leader a half hearted grin as an answer. The girls are bursting out in small "kya" behind the little gang. The leader grabs the color of my shirt as he tries to threaten me. "Listen punk, I will give you one last chance. Get. Out." My grin turns into an evil smile as my eyes hardened at his words. "Ooh~. Is that so" I say in a mocking tone. "Well, sorry pal. But I will not go anywhere. So I suggest you let go of my shirt." I can clearly see that the leader noticed my hidden message in my words and begins to grin. "Ooh~, really?"
I am now on my way home with a hell lot of Christmas gifts. Those 'bad boys' didn't even stand a chance against my skills. They would have died if I was not in public, but afterwards I got a hell lot of presents from all the girls. I said that I would leave my presents in my apartment, but I never said that I would be back. I fumble with my keys and locks up the door. I just drop all the presents in the hall; I don't even want to know what is in them right now. I take off my vest and hang it on the hook on the wall. I take off my shoes and immediately walk over to my room to sleep. I feel very good after my fight with those idiots, so I don't have to play second life tonight. And soon the tournaments will begin, but I don't have to worry about that. What I have to worry about, if I should worry about anything, is my new university. I already got my uniform, but will I get into more fights there. I grin evilly to myself. Yea, school sure will be interesting.
YAY! What a long chapter, the longest I have ever written! And I am sorry if some parts confuse you, I am so into the university right now. T_T I have so many ideas… But, I will change this chapter in the future, I promise! ^^
Heng Shi: -Glare- You promised me I could kill something this chapter…
But, you did in second life. I just didn't describe it…
Heng Shi: Yea, but describing it is the whole point. How the blade slashes through the flesh, how the life slowly drives away from the creature and how the feeling of blood splashes on your clothes. It is the greatest thing that someone could experience. –Makes a crazy evil face-
-Back away- Ehm… Right… Next chapter will be about Heng Shis' new university. And the chapter after that will be about second life. ^^ See you soon everyone!