Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
This can't be happening right now.
This really can't be happening right now!
There's always that part in movies. It's usually suspense or horror movies. Anyways, there's always that part where there is that one person who just has shitty luck and they're face to face with the monster killer. They do one of three things. Scream and get killed-this is the most frequent and understandable ending, considering that people freeze when they are faced with such situations or feel fear in general. Now, granted if someone sees Freddy or Jason staring at them, they are going to scream their lungs out and then be cut to pieces.
The second thing that they'll do is scream and run away. Now, this makes sense since everyone's first instinct is to usually run when faced with danger instead of fighting. Now, this one has to be the most hilarious because no matter how fast and hard they run, they'll continue to scream and give away their position. They could clear miles and be in the clear, far away from the deranged killer, but because they can't stop screaming they get caught...And, well get killed soon after. Running is also a bad idea because if fear is leading the person it can do them in and actually lead them right into the killer's hands.
The third is fighting. This can go one of two ways. The first way is the person succeeds and kills the killer, usually beating them to death with a 2x4 or taking a chainsaw, in that one movie that girl hung Jason-pushed him right off the top of that barn. Granted, that did not kill him and there were like four more movies after that one, that girl still fought and survived in the end. The person that decides to fight usually survives all of the chaos and angst. The second way it goes is the person fails and ends up getting destroyed. Jason folded that one dude up that was laying on that bed, I still shiver just thinking about that. But, to fight in a situation like that takes experience-it is so easy to freeze up.
There's usually not a fourth option-but if there had to be one it'd be driving off before the killer ever catches his stride and avoid the whole situation from the beginning.
Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of options.
My heart is fluttering-almost like it is a caged bird trying to escape its cage. It's rapid, frantic, persistent; ly lungs are burning, feeling surprisingly frigid despite the sweat pouring down my face.
I'm going with the second and third option-run and fight.
I don't have a fourth option unfortunately-should have bought a car!
I jump before she can wrap the chains around my ankle and sprint up the side of one building before lunging for another-well that's neat I can defy gravity for just a few moments at the very least. A rather big cement beam flies into my vision. I have a few choices, but only one of them will work ultimately. Thinking quickly, and keeping in mind that I'm still being pursued-I jump low and slide on one knee, pressing myself up with one arm and spin, throwing myself to the side barely missing the chain that would have wrapped perfectly around my torso.
Gazing behind me just long enough to see that menacing three pronged thing coming right for my head, I shift again before spinning low and kicking off. Hairs stand up all over my body and I can feel the whoosh of air kicking up at me with more and more vigor. I flex my hand, sending a few balls of water hurdling towards my pursuer. She barely even tries as she ducks under on letting it splash against a nearby wall, and spin off to the side, swiping through the other two leaving the halves to splash onto the cement harmlessly. I don't care where I'm aiming, as long as it's on this woman's person and keeps her at a distance.
This woman is pursuing me-I'm very fast in my own right, but she is keeping pace with me. I don't know what she wants, and I don't care to find out since that is going to include being strangled with that chain. I cringe, clenching my teeth and rolling forward hearing the whistle of blades cutting and the force those lethal daggers cutting just above my head.
"Shit!" I exclaim, feeling the steady trickle of blood flowing out from my right cheek. I ignored it for about thirty seconds before I wipe at it persistently, kicking up my speed despite my heart's and lungs' fervent protests. My legs force ahead, shock waves brimming up my feet smashing all the way into my knees with each step as lactic acid starts engorging me like a stuffed turkey, and the burn is just agonizing, but I push forward, gritting my teeth when I feel myself almost remain at the same speed.
I accelerate, tempted to throw my jacket off.
This is terrible, just terrible. This woman is trying to kill me, strangle me with that dangerous looking chain, or skewer me with those wicked prong things. I know she's trying to kill me because how fast and serious she's moving. I've been in more than my fair share of fights, granted they were fist fights, but I know if someone is trying to kill me or not. If they're after blood I can feel it.I know when that one dude stomped on me he had been fully intending to hit my entire face with his foot, and not my chest-and this woman is set on getting a hold of me.
There's Japanese writing everywhere and I can't understand any of it, not on a sign ahead of me-so I kick it down, surprised at how it just snaps in half at the middle and goes flying like a torpedo. The stupid thing flies through a cement ledge near the top of the roof, sending it crumbling down. I can spot the glint of her blades, like a violent glare from the sun itself, and lunge away sliding on all fours on the other side of the roof and make a beeline for the roof.
If I can outpace this woman she won't be able to get a hold of me. The only reason I've evaded her this long is because my speed, height, water projectiles, and sheer will to not be caught. It's taking all I have to just stay a centimeter ahead of her, if I drop my guard for just a second she will capitalize, and I will be suffering in some way, shape, or form. I jump across the stupid tennis courts-why the hell are these even on the roof!? It makes no friggin sense!
I stumble forward-thighs heavy as lead, calves solid as rock, and I hastily slam both hands on the ground. I steel myself as my sight inverts and my stomach dips from the sudden change. A shallow breath escapes my lungs as I land.
Just a bit more.
I skid to a stop, barely halting just before I hit the roof's edge. It has to be a hundred foot drop if not more, easily. Kampfer or not, if I hit the ground I will splatter like a big being squashed. I have no viable options here-if I surrender I'm at this girl's mercy, and I don't want to be there. If I continue to resist I will eventually tire out-I already feel incredibly strained. My whole body is heavy and I still can't catch my breath.
I suck in shaky breaths, closing my eyes in an attempt to fight off the heat in my chest. I shift my focus ahead of me, watching with shaking hands and trembling arms as the woman advances on me slowly. It's almost like she's enjoying this. Enjoying my fear. Enjoying the look on my face which must be delightful for her and downright shameful for me. She smiles a small smile, showing off her teeth, and her blue eyes glint before growing even more cold than before.
"I'll give you credit, you're quick, and your strength is admirable. Your Zauber is quite strong. But..."
It's not enough... I finish silently.
"Do you still desire to do this the hard way? All I want is to ask you a few questions."
I grimace against the pain in the soles of my feet; shifting them slowly.
My only option is to put a premature end to this. I can either drown myself in a ball of water-I doubt I can even form a little of it, being in my current condition, and so that leaves just jumping off of this building as my only option. It was quite something going through all of this, even though it ended quite quick in the end it was just a strange turn of events. I must be special, I don't think everyone goes through what I've been going through for the last several days.
The wind pushes against me fiercely, carrying me off even faster, determined to see this through. I'll never get to see my family again, nor my dogs, nor my cats, nor will I be able to see Stubby Bear again.
I crack open one of my eyes, hearing the menacing clang of that chain wrapping around me. My legs are pinned together, no matter how hard I thrash I can't even budge and my arms are forced behind my back next while my wrists are locked into place. She's wrapping me up like I'm a Christmas present! I'm dangling just forty feet short of the ground-the cold hard cement that would be painted red if these chains never got to me.
I strain to breathe, and the chains only hug around me even tighter than before forcing me look up at my savior. But, between the glare and sudden jolt I feel at looking from such an odd angle like this I put my head back down.
I suck in a breath, pain jolts through me setting my nerves on fire, and I scream. The chain is ridiculously tight against my chest making breathing very painful and laborious-more than it has been, the chains are especially tight around my boobs and neck area, and since both my legs and arms are totally restricted along with my wrists and ankles I can't do anything.
I continue sucking in oxygen, screaming each time I feel the chain jolt and the ground get bigger and bigger. It pains my lungs, but I badly need the oxygen. It burns so bad I can feel tears pooling in my eyes, but I keep them at bay. I find no sense in struggling against my bindings at this point-my entire body is practically wrapped up and even if it wasn't I'm too exhausted and winded to offer up more than a halfhearted wiggle which wouldn't even budge these chains.
It takes about two minutes, but I'm finally dangling in front of Shizuku as she holds me in place. That smile remains on her face as she tilts her head at me, taking a few steps back so I'm dangling over the cement on the roof and not over the cement. I'm glad she finds amusement in this because I certainly don't! I still can't catch my breath, and I feel like my head is about to explode from being dangled so long.
"This was entertaining."
"I'm glad...You think so." I strain to get my words out.
"So, do you still want to do this the hard way?"
I don't know if she is serious right now or just toying with me. I'd like to think she is toying with me, considering she clearly has me caught, and I can't do a thing to escape. There's not much I can do other than breathe, move my head, and blink my eyes. If I want to do things the hard way it's not even a possibility at this point, I'm at her mercy-and I just hope she shows me some mercy. Not squeeze me until I pop open or until my organs come flying out of my mouth. But, I know if she wanted to kill she would have five minutes ago-she would have left me hit the cement, not wrap me up.
"What do you want?" I ask, straining even more than before to get my words out.
Did the chain just get tighter?
"I've already told you. I just want to ask you a few questions."
I look into her eyes the best I can. I don't think she's lying, I'm pretty good at reading people, and while she does seem to be enjoying dangling me around like this she isn't lying about what she wants. There's no way she can know that I am a Black Kampfer-in fact nobody can or does! I'm the first Black Kampfer to be around for an extremely long time according to Stubby Bear, so there's no way she can know about that. She knows that I am a Kampfer now and a Zauber type-but she doesn't know which team I belong to.
"Can you unwrap me and set me down?"
If I'm like this any longer I will be passing out.
"That depends. Will you repeat your actions and try jumping off the roof?"
I can't even talk. The pressure is so great I can hardly breathe.
"Well?"
I think the chains get even tighter than before.
"N...No..."
I sigh loudly, feeling the unbearable pressure vanish, and end up hitting my head right on the cement as I am released. Stars and spots of color cloud my vision and I close my eyes, setting my hand against my forehead to stem off the hypnotic sight. Jeez, what did she do to me? Did she have my fingers wrapped together too!? After about two minutes I crack open one of my eyes-okay so there's no more swirls, good. I crack open my other eye and shakily stand up, staggering back a few steps before managing to balance myself once again.
Going from upside down to upside up, not the best thing.
"Good, now follow me. We can speak in private. If you try to run."
"Fat chance of that happening, you'll just wrap me up."
I'm still trying to catch my breath from the first time.
The inside of Seitetsu is just as impressive as the outside-if not more impressive. Unfortunately I don't have much time to sight see or admire everything since Shizuku keeps a quick pace, forcing me to match her speed. Though she won't say it, I know that if I start to lag behind she's either going to grab my hand and tug me, or make me take the lead by a few feet.
Fortunately though, all the girls seem to be in class seeing as there are none wandering the halls, or rummaging through their lockers. Though, there are a lot of decorations of sorts, maybe there's some festival? That's good because I don't know what I'd do if they all started chasing me or something crazy like that. I can see boys doing that, especially the dumb asses in high school, but not really girls. It's also great because I would hate to run into another Kampfer after my escapade with Shizuku; I am in no condition to fight.
There's also elevators in here, so that's pretty fancy. There were elevators in the first school I went to, but only teachers and people injured could only use them basically. Which means kids like me weren't able to go in them just because and there's no further reason.
"We can talk without worry in here." Shizuku gestures at a rather big door in front of us. It's blank save for its wood canvas.
She opens the door and nudges me in when I don't move for a few seconds. I can't really help it though, just ahead of me is this huge wall display thing...Like a star with a S in the middle of it. A large wooden desk is right in front of it, and the room is just barely lit. It's more than a bit daunting at this point because the room isn't empty at all like I had been expecting, in fact it is far from it. There are three girls all seated a few feet away from the desk in wooden chairs wearing similar outfits to Shizuku.
The first is a rather shapely girl with dark blue hair kept up in a poytail with a thick array of bangs hanging over her forehead and framing her face, with matching dark blue eyes that seemed to shine just a little in the light. Her skin is like ivory and looks smooth to the touch. She has some height on her considering how tall she is just sitting down in relation to the other two girls.
The second is rather timid looking girl with a modest body, with brown hair kept short, hanging over her ears as well as her forehead. Her eyes are a brilliant emerald covered by glasses. A headband completes her whole outfit and keeps her hair all neat in its style. She turned around almost right away when the door sounded like a loud gun shot going off.
The third and last girl has to be the shortest of the group. She had dark brown hair that hung just a bit over her ears and kissed the back of her neck. Her eyes are a brilliant mix of red and purple that just throws me off-are those contacts or is that the actual color of her eyes!? I shouldn't be so shocked since my eyes are almost a bright gold, but this girl's eyes just sparkle. She must be the most energetic of the group.
Maybe I should get myself a hair band.
I stiffen when the trio set their eyes on me. The blue head is curious, the brunette slightly timid, and bright eyes looks to be a bit put off with my presence.
I don't know what I've done to warrant such a reaction from bright eyes...Unless Shizuku told them what she was planning to do before she left this office, and that she'd be hauling me back here if I didn't come easily. It'd explain why they're all waiting in here on chairs, instead of standing. Because, who wants to stand for some hours while waiting for little me to show up.
"President? Who is she?" The girl with blue hair asks, looking me over carefully before turning her eyes back onto Shizuku. There's a lot of confusion in those eyes, and it's not exactly unwarranted considering the circumstances at this moment.
"What are you up to now?" The blue head asks, eyes narrowed.
"Why'd you bring in a foreigner?" The girl with bright eyes asks next, not looking entirely impressed with me.
Shizuku puts her hands on my shoulder and pushes me forward until I'm in front of a chair-a few feet away from the of course, and takes her seat behind the desk. Okay this just went from suspenseful to the godfather all in the span of a second-the lights are dim, I can barely see their faces, and all of their eyes are set on me like I'm the new blood. And, I guess I am the new blood considering I did just move here and haven't even started going to this school yet.
"Introduce yourself." Shizuku locks her eyes with mine.
I remain quiet for a second before I notice her eyes narrow even more. I move around in my seat, not able to meet her gaze fully-there's just something about it that makes me feel exposed. I don't like the feeling. "I'm...Andrew."
"I'm Natsuru-" the girl with blue hair starts before the energetic one cuts her short.
"That's a boy's name." Bright eyes looks me over with a raised eyebrow before breaking out in laughter.
"M-Mikoto-san, be nice!"
"You know it's funny, too, Akane-chan!"
Okay, so bright eyes-the one laughing is Mikoto, the one with glasses is Akane, and the one with blue hair is Natsuru.
Doesn't Natsuru mean summer or summer day?
It's something like that.
"It's really not that funny, Mikoto-san." Natsuru says, coming to my defense, but failing miserably since Mikoto continues to laugh away. That was such a feeble attempt at defending me that it is laughable.
I'm surprised that I'm not laughing.
"Andrew Ambrose is a third year student who recently moved to Japan and has enrolled here at Seitestu." Shizuku cuts the laughter short-thank goodness, and puts things back on track. More importantly she cuts Mikoto's laughter short, which had been becoming increasingly grating on me and my nerves as well as rising in volume. It's really not that funny that my name is Andrew-that Hitomi girl's name means iris or pupil, I can't remember which, so that's worth laughing at in my opinion. My name on the other land is not laughing material, thank you very much!
There's some reactions from the trio, but none of them make me feel on edge. They just seem more curious about me than anything, and perhaps at a loss, while Shizuku on the other hand is staring with so much intent that I can feel sweat starting to pool down my back-or maybe it's this jacket.
"Show Andrew your bracelets."
My heart picks up in speed once again. What is this girl trying to play at here? If it's her objective to overwhelm with sheer numbers, I have no idea she would even bother doing such a thing considering she had me wrapped up like a Christmas present and dangled me around. She really doesn't need their help. Maybe it's to just catch me off guard and gauge my reaction. If she sees me waver then she has won.
"P-President?" Akane stutters out, looking more than a little shocked with her request.
"I thought we're supposed to keep that a secret?" Natsuru gives her a wary look as if someone is going to appear out of thin air and slit her throat for spilling the beans.
"Do it. You too, Mikoto."
Two Blue Kampfer and two Red Kampfer!? I restrain my lips from curling in and my eyes from widening-it's extremely hard to hide surprise, even harder when sitting in front of someone like Shizuku who is looking for anything to exploit. I can't say how well I am hiding my surprise, I can't feel my placid mask chipping away bit by bit, but there's more ways to see surprise than just on the face and eyes.
That's right! They called a truce...
I am severely outnumbered, in fact it's so drastic I can't even find mediocre humor in it. There are only three types of Kampfer, and I already know Shizuku is a Schwert. If I have to bet my money on-and I'm not the betting sort of person, I'd say Mikoto is most likely a Schwert, Akane is a Gewher, and Natsuru is more than likely a Zauber like me. Of course, it can be just the exact opposite of what I am thinking at this moment and these three could all be Zaubers for all I know. Nothing is really certain with this whole thing, at least in my opinion.
Mikoto is by far more animate and even happy to show off her bracelet. Unlike Natsuru and Akane who just hold up their arms, looking like they're about to be set on fire through some unknown means. Mikoto is in my face with an ear to ear smile, her pearly whites shining, arm waving up and down as the red band glistens in the dim light. It works into my favor she's so close to me now, since Shizuku won't be able to give me that stare. However, Mikoto is getting too close, and the more I inch back, she's moving another two inches to compensate.
"Mikoto-san, you're too close." Akane reproaches the energetic girl, pulling her back away from me for good measure if the girl didn't get the point. I think Mikoto didn't get the point because she is looking at Akane with surprise before that turns into confusion. This girl has a lot of energy, clearly.
"Why did you have us show our bracelets to her?" Natsuru asks the million dollar question-the same exact question that is on my mind.
"Andrew, show us your bracelet."
I look at Shizuku like she's grown three more heads-scratch that she's grown three billion heads. There's no way in hell I can show or will show these four my bracelet, it's going to be clear to them that I am in fact different. Right now they're all easy around me because they're thinking I'm just a foreign girl with a boy's name, but the minute they see my bracelet that will change and there will be at least one of them in my face, ready for a fight. Unfortunately, I am in no condition to fight yet alone against possibly three Kampfer that are fresh-even if I now have my breathing back to even, the weight of exhaustion continues to pull at me...Must be the effects of using my magic too much.
"What are you trying to get at here, President?" Natsuru is more than a little upset as she looks between Shizuku and I, before allowing her gaze to solely focus on Shizuku and a scowl pulls across her face.
I can't even hear Natsuru however, her voice is like an echo in the back of mind that soon fades as thoughts come to the surface. Shizuku is staring me dead in my eyes, and this time I can't look away. It's like...She's pushing my chin up with some invisible force to keep me from dodging her eyes, to keep me from evading this question by remaining silent, and to keep me from bolting right out of that door.
I struggle to inhale. My throat is pounding incessantly, only adding to the severe dryness in it, the frantic beat of my heart is growing more and more prominent as it seeks to escape its cage, and I can feel a bead of sweat run down the back of my neck.
I really hope they can't see it.
I wipe it away, it's far too persisting.
They all see me do it.
"Are you saying this girl is a Kampfer?"
Mikoto is staring me down with one eyebrow raised up-I'm not sure if she is skeptical or genuinely curious, but her eyes are not leaving me no matter how much I try to will them to just glance to the side for a second. Just a measly second.
Shizuku doesn't answer her question, in fact she doesn't even look in Mikoto's direction. She keeps her eyes on me, watching my every move-I bet she can see the sweat making its way down my face, the quirk of my lips as I struggle to remain stoic, basically there's nothing she can't see on at the moment. Does she really expect me to show off my bracelet? I'd be nothing short of a fool-they'd try to kill me right here and now.
"I'll let Andrew answer that question for you."
One of two things are going to happen right now. The first. I show them my bracelet, shit hits the fan, and I end up dying. The second. I show them my bracelet, shit hits the fan, I survive, but then I'm even more screwed than if I'm dead. Either way things aren't going in my favor. I don't know if I'm their enemies or not, Stubby Bear has very little information about it-though he told me to fight them anyways, I just don't know enough. I don't want to fight them, but if push comes to shove...
I guess I'll just bite the bullet.
"A B-Black Kampfer!?" Natsuru's eyes are as wide as my dinner plates back in my apartment.
"How?" Akane is giving me a rather hard look. For being so timid she can look quite scary when she wants to.
"Yes, I'm wondering the same thing myself." Shizuku stares right in my eyes.
I stay silent.
"You'd better start talking-you could be our enemy." Mikoto gives me her best glare.
"Hey-!"
"She's right, Natsuru." Shizuku cuts her off before she can come to my defense again.
"You don't know that! You're only making assumptions."
If I honestly...Honestly know why and how I am a Black Kampfer I wouldn't be the mess I am now. How can I answer this question when I can't even answer the other two hundred questions that are floating around inside of my head? Stubby Bear can't even answer this question for me, and now these four are expecting me to answer this question, which I have no answer to? At least Natsuru is kind enough to get them off my back, if only slightly.
Do they not know about the White Kampfer?
No, there's no way they can know about them...If they did, I'm sure they'd all be in their Kampfer forms ready to rip me apart, and Natsuru would be trying to talk them down.
"I-I don't know." I offer my feeble reason-this can't even fly as an excuse.
"I think you're lying." Mikoto bites at me, narrowing her bright eyes.
"I r-really don't know!" I've never went out of my way to convince people of anything, and I really don't have a desire to do it now, but if I don't say something that's half logical this girl is going to be all over me like flies on shit. I can't afford to get into another fight after my showdown with Shizuku. I doubt Mikoto has the same grace and finesse as Shizuku, but I will not underestimate her.
"Very well, you seem to be telling the truth." Shizuku breaks the suspense swiftly-which is suffocating me. Her eyes center on mine once again, and she interlaces her fingers while resting her elbows on her desk. I'm almost certain she has one leg crossed over the other underneath her desk and kicking her foot idly. Yes, I must be such a source of entertainment-first she chases me, then wraps me up like a present, and now I'm enduring this whole thing. "So, I will ask you this. Will you join us?"
I look at the other three girls gathered, but they just remain silent. I'm not sure if it is by choice, or if there's some sort of hierarchy here.
Shizuku is the President, but when it comes to these sort of things tempers could flare in a heartbeat.
"Join you?"
"Yes."
"What exactly...Am I joining?"
"Aren't you curious why it is we have to fight? Why must we Kampfer fight even if we don't want to? Who are the Moderators, and what is their hand in all of this? Why are we chosen to fight? I know you must be as curious as I am and want answers as badly as I do." Shizuku tilts her head, a small smile gracing her face. While it's not as scary as the one she displayed before, it still makes me press my back into my seat.
Is she looking through me? I've asked myself the same questions over and over, and even asked Stubby Bear. He doesn't have the answers-while he does know a lot about the three types of Kampfer and their attributes, but he doesn't know anything about the Moderators or why they do what they're doing, nor does he know why it is we Kampfer must fight. It's like we've got this stamp put on us, we have no free will, and we have no choice in this.
It's absolute and that's all there is to it. But, it still makes me angry...Knowing that I've got no answers and some jackasses are laughing at me right now.
It's not right that my...Our lives have been turned upside down a million times over and we now have this burden placed on us to fight another just because we have a different color bracelet than the other.
What is this? A gang? Different gangs?
"It bothers me that I don't know." I nod.
"So, join us. Oppose what the Moderators have set in place."
If this helps me get answers then I'm all for it. It's about time I know the full details as to why all of this shit is happening, and why I've been thrown right into the middle without any sort of armor. Why we have to fight each other-why two of these girls have a red bracelet and why two have a blue bracelet. Why we have to fight just because our bracelet color is different. These Moderators are going to regret ever involving me in this whole mess.
"W-wait President!" Mikoto sputters.
"Is there a problem, Mikoto?"
"She's afraid Andrew-san will hog Natsuru-san all to herself or like her." Akane looks pleased with herself with just the faintest of smiles on her face. Mikoto in turn rounds on her with her fists clenched and teeth bared, ready to pounce on her like a lioness.
"Shut up!"
The angry look Mikoto gives me is the only thing I need to see that Akane's statement is true-also telling Akane to shut up really sealed the deal.
Jeez, I heard hell has no fury like a woman's scorn, but this girl's jealousy is like a super volcano.
I'm about to be drenched in lava.
"I don't have a problem if she joins, but she can't like Natsuru too! I've already got the two of you and Sakura-san to compete with! I will not have a fourth! I just won't!"
I really wish I had the ability to make myself invisible, make myself so tiny she wouldn't be able to see me, or have the ability to fly so I can just bust out of the roof and escape her righteous woman fury. This girl is about to lose her shit on me and I haven't even done anything! What did I do!? I'm not checking Natsuru out, I'm not checking her out, I'm not checking any of them out, and I haven't even made a declaration that I want Natsuru in that sort of way...I don't even know how to feel about that-it's too weird.
"Andrew, do you like Natsuru?"
"P-president!" Natsuru looks to be choking on spit, trying not to fall back along with her chair. It's a terrible balancing act, one that almost goes south.
"What kind of question is that!?" I can't shake off the apprehension that runs down my spine, pricking my little hairs up.
"Answer the question."
"A-Andrew-san, you don't have to answer!"
I look Natsuru over carefully, drinking her in. Her skin is so much like ivory. Her hair and eye color contrast with her skin tone, but it also fits it as well strangely enough. She has some nice boobs, the overall shape of them isn't too dramatic-they're nice and round, full and perky. I don't think they're bigger than my boobs, but that is besides the point.
Her legs go on for days and are kept covered by her leggings or stockings and just show off the top most part of her thigh by the bottom of her skirt, it's modest, yet a bit risque. Talk about being a tease. Personality wise, I don't know Natsuru enough-and like that saying goes it's what's on the inside, not the outside.
I've seen better and I've seen worse, the one thing that sets Natsuru apart from those girls is the fact her hair and eyes are blue, and it's the shade of blue that is quite amazing-it's not extremely dark, and her skin is ivory.
It looks so soft.
"A-Andrew-san?" Natsuru squirms in her seat, pressing her knees together and resting her hands in her lap. I think she's trying to maintain modesty. So bashful, but I can't blame her-I'd feel the same way if someone was staring at me like I am staring at her. Granted, I'm not staring with extreme intent nor checking her out, it can still be a little unsettling to have eyes tracing over every single inch.
"No, I don't." I look to Shizuku while shaking my head for extra emphasis. Natsuru isn't bad looking at all, but I'm...Anyways, she isn't bad looking, I'm just not interested in her. She's probably a minor, and well yeah, I'm not interested in jail bait. She may have the body of a grown woman, but she is far from that.
"Then I have no problem with it." Mikoto smiles brightly while saluting me.
Bipolar much?
"Akane?"
"No." She looks at me with those emerald eyes before narrowing them. "Are you sure you don't like Natsuru-san?"
Okay there's something clearly going on, and I have only a couple of guesses of what that can be. The first and most obvious is that Akane, Mikoto, and I'll mention Shizuku just to be safe; all have this thing for Natsuru and are vying for his attention. More over Natsuru is quite popular with the ladies, clearly, and has a whole harem of girls battling for his adoration. It's not exactly surprising to experience a situation like this, it is unusual however that these three have taken such a liking to Natsuru considering well, she is a girl.
I've never been one to battle for attention or adoration. If I have to go out of my way to prove that I love someone-even though we've been together for two years well there is something wrong. After two years of dating there should be no need for all the theatrics and bullshit. I know I am loved, and in return I love in return-there's no need to say it nor no need to go through such extravagant lengths to prove that love. That's how I see it at least, and am speaking for first hand experience. Why should I fight to be in the relationship when we've been dating for two years-we should be passed this bullshit.
Anyways, back to my point before I digress-these three are all fighting for Natsuru's attention, and I have no desire to do that.
"I'm sure."
Everyone appears to be pleased with this answer, including Natsuru who sighs audibly and sinks her back into the chair.
Yes, you can take a steady breath of relief and relish in the fact I won't be in the running for fighting to get all of your attention. If these three and that Sakura girl want to waste time on a trivial and in my opinion meaningless endeavor then I won't stop them.
I'm sure one of them will get hurt in the long run, because there is no way Natsuru is going to choose all of them or even give her focus onto all of them-there will only be one that gets the full extent of his adoration. And, if she is the oblivious sort of girl then there's only one of those girls that are getting all of her attention now.
I'll be good though, not like I feel that way about the girl.
"Now, moving forward. You three are excused."
I don't know if I should feel better being alone with Shizuku or not. I mean, not having these other three in here would make it more bearable, of course, but Shizuku is all three of them combat wise.
I look at anything, the floor, my shoes, part of my jacket-anything that keeps my eyes occupied and away from Shizuku's. This girl just unnerves me-her stare is like, boom! However, I maintain my composure-what little I have at the moment and just await her to continue. She had been in the middle of a speech at sorts, asking me all sorts of questions, and I no better than to interrupt a woman when she is speaking.
"Look at me, Andrew."
I slowly focus on her.
"The others are more flippant than I am, but I know you weren't born a girl. Your secret is safe with me, as long as you do as I request."
Like a sequence...Some stupid maddening sequence I lock up. It starts with my fingers, then my wrists, it goes all the way beyond my shoulder joints and spreads around the rest of me. I'm not green or naive by any means-I grew up in a rough neighborhood and went to a bad ass, and not in a good way, elementary school. So, I know when someone has some ammo and wants to unload, in this case Shizuku knowing that crucial piece of info, and in other words she intends to blackmail me.
I rub the back of my head-I am going to take a 100 year nap after this, no joke.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to actually show up. You're not going to miss entire days, you aren't going to leave halfway through the school day, and you're not going to show up halfway into the school day."
I heave, sighing in the process. I know things are different here, but I really don't feel like going to school, considering I'm in this death battle between Kampfer wearing different color bracelets than myself-stupidest shit I've heard! I'm also going to look into that Ramen chef, maybe I could become someone's apprentice or something like that?
"I know where you live. If you're not here I will come and get you."
It went from tense to just chilling. That little statement had all of the right things for a horror movie. Yes, the rebellious student-me goes against the Student Council President or betrays her-the crazy woman stalks me and I walk to my apartment door open. She just comes flying out the next second and bites off my tongue before strangling me with her chains. Or, she hangs me upside down and then lets go before yanking on them again, hyper extending my entire body and snapping my back all in the same go.
I'm really not going to catch a break...
"You're really starting to freak me out."
"That is not my intention. I just want what is best for you and what is best for this school."
Okay mom... I don't say it out loud, of course. I don't need her giving me an even more lethal look than what she is now. So, she wants two things. The first was for her me to join the team, her team, whichever...And, that's already done and over with, so she's already gotten her way. The second thing she wants is for me to be a good girl and actually show up to school and now blow it off-like I had been back in the states, and if I don't perform to her standard she'll blather off my secret for lack of a better term.
Just fantastic.
"Sounds like you're using me." I frown at her, tilting my head to the side so I can get a better read on her.
This girl...
"You can use me, too, as long as it is for the good of this school."
"I'm going to choose to not comment on that." I say firmly.
"You will also need to wear this school's outfit." As she says this, she pulls out a few sets of them out of thin air or fro a drawer in her desk-I look them over, noting that it is similar to her's except the leggings or stockings are sheer black.
I cringe.
"There is no way I am wearing that to school, let alone in public."
"How prudish and modest of you."
Okay, for starters I've always been modest and very big on privacy, personal space. Being a girl, there is no way I can wear that...flimsy at best skirt. For one I think my boxers are actually longer than the skirt, and that'd be something else entirely. I can see it now, walking into school like that-I'd look like the ultimate ass, straight up. I don't have any intention of getting panties, so maybe I can cut my boxers a bit short. However. the thought of walking around in that skirt just doesn't sit well with me, why does it have to be that flimsy and short?
"Can we change that rule or something? No dress code?"
"The day is divided up into seven periods. Homeroom starts at 8 sharp, and the last class is over at 2:45. As you've seen we have a campus. Science is on the west end, math is on the east end, reading is on the north end, history is on the south end, the gyms and auditoriums are where the band and clubs practice and perform when they are competing. You are welcome to join any of them that you want. I even encourage you to."
Shizuku does her little smile.
I was just ignored!
Either I was just ignored, which I'm leaning towards, or Shizuku is saying no in her own way be proceeding on with everything else she has to say. I don't like being ignored, and well I think having a dress code is so lame on so many levels! The worst part is I'm going to have be up by like 7, and I don't even wake up until at least 10-which is why I'd usually miss more than half a day of school by the time I went in. I am not a morning person, and having to get up at 7 is really irksome. The last thing I'm going to want to do at 8 is go and ask to join a club, I am going to want to put my head down on my desk and fall asleep. I don't know if I'll be able to get out of bed.
To top it off I have to wear this ridiculous uniform. I guess I should be glad that the stockings at least go all the way up and will keep my skin covered.
But, still...
"Fortunately for you the school festival is still going on."
I audibly sigh.
"It's so unfortunate though, there was just the beauty pageant. You could have been a front runner to win. I'll give you a full tour tomorrow."
"Can I go now?"
I'm not even going to entertain that statement, in fact I'm not even going to entertain the faintest possibility of that ever happening to me. There is no way in hell I'd ever compete in one those, let alone entering one. I don't understand why women would compete like that, but if they want to drench themselves in makeup and do all this other crap well hats off to them. Power to you. Whatever floats your boat. But, I will not ever enter one.
"I will see you out. Make sure to be here at nine thirty, tomorrow."
"For what?"
"You'll find out tomorrow."
Shizuku didn't answer my question, in fact she completely blew my question off as she seen me out.
Well, it could have went a whole lot worse than it did. It could have gone downright catastrophic-their could have been a huge brawl and the whole school comes down on me and everyone else crushing us all. Those four could have teamed up on me when they had the chance, if they so desired to there was nothing stopping them from doing just that. Perhaps most importantly Shizuku could have squeezed me to death, or let me hit the cement, but instead she hauled me up and asked me to join her.
The worst part is now my skateboard is waterlogged.
I put it in the oven about five seconds ago, hopefully it'll be back to even after this. I would just dread having to miss school tomorrow to get a new complete, maybe go to a few skate parks too.
However, the only thing that Stubby Bear can focus on is this stupid ass outfit I have to wear, he's over here on the couch bellyaching-not at all in a bad sense. He's laughing, and if it were possible he'd have tears in his eyes. I grit my teeth to hold my anger at bay, how dare he find amusement in this ridiculous outfit that I have to wear.
"It's time you go shopping for some-"
"If you say it, I swear I'm going to..." I can't even finish my sentence. I don't want to finish the train of thought. That is extremely weird on so many levels, even if I am like...This, that whole thing is just foreign to me. As long as I can help it I will not be getting anything remotely pertaining to that.
"You're going to be fighting one day, and your boobs are going to fly out of your shirt."
He seems to get a real laugh out of that at my expense. It'd be nothing short of horrifying and mortifying if my boobs were ever revealed to anyone's eyes except for mine-if there is one thing that I have to be afraid at the moment it'd be my boobs flying out of my shirt. But, there are alternatives to bras, and I will use those alternatives. Around here though in my privacy, I can't care less, I'll walk around naked if I please.
"I'll wrap them up in bandages or something."
"And, what about-"
"I will cut my boxers short!" I wince at the volume I get my voice to ascend.
"What about a corset?"
No!" That might be worse than a bra, now that I think about it. I shake the images out of my mind, but some still linger. That's what women used to wear before that one woman, I can't remember her name, invented the bra. A corset it like skin tight as it can get and only gets tighter-some women prided themselves on it, but they'd suffer because fluid would build up in their lungs. It'd keep them in place, but I won't be able to breathe, and it's still along those lines that I'm not stepping over.
"That is out of the question. No way."
"You sure are stubborn."
I'm very proud of my stubbornness.
"So, anyways enough about your undergarment crisis. You met enemy Kampfer today?"
"Yeah, one of them was horribly strong. I didn't fight the other three, but I don't think they have anything on the one that I did fight." Fighting Shizuku was like walking on the blade of a razor blade, and it took all I had to do just do what I did. Despite my efforts she had been pushing the tempo and controlling the fight-I'm not a slouch by any means, but it's clear she has more experience than me when it comes to this Kampfer thing. I choose not to make a comment on the enemy part, because they're not my enemies-anymore. I can't really consider them friends yet, but we're not going to fight.
"You'll recover in a few hours, this is your first time really using your Zauber powers to a full extent. It requires a lot of focus, and it can take its toll, but this is only when you're starting out."
I roll my eyes while sighing, that makes me feel so much better! Through practice I can beat this fatigue that I'm feeling at the moment, and have been feeling this entire time since I lunged off the roof of that building. If I had an actual house and didn't reside in an apartment I can train attacks of a larger magnitude without any worry of blowing walls to pieces making them look like confetti afterwards if I did, and could really nip this thing in the bud before it becomes a real pain in the ass. I've only been doing control exercises-bringing water to the surface of my palm before slowly willing it to spin clockwise and then counter clockwise.
It'd be unfortunate if I'm wiped out, but am surrounded by five Kampfer all ready to fight still. It'd be even worse if I have no control over my powers and rely on my emotions or something of the like to bring them to the surface-that would be detrimental in the long run.
"I have a question."
"I might have an answer, oh can you get your DVD collection?"
"How did it just from being about me to being about you?" Scowling, I growl softly before stuffing my hands in my pockets, but still get my DVD collection and set it down on the table in front of the couch-another addition to my humble home. I don't know if I want to get actual chairs or the customary cushions-chairs will be more familiar and probably more comfortable, but I should immerse myself completely. Maybe I'll get both, have the best of both worlds.
"Wow, you sure have a lot of Godzilla movies."
"Shut up. The movie is classic and was extremely innovative for the time it was made, and just how they made the movie at that point in time; it took me awhile but I finally have every single one from the three generations, plus the newer ones with audio commentary, and the VHS tapes. I don't care what anyone says, Godzilla is the shit and that's as simple as it gets."
"I think I'm going watch Invasion Of The Astro Monster, sounds like it's entertaining."
"You should watch the movies in order, there's two that come before this that are connected."
"Girlie, you're no fun."
"I told you not to call me that!"
I end up heating some left overs from that Italian shop and take a seat on the couch staring at the screen before blinking as the movie starts with its creepy and slightly suspenseful music. So, he's going with like the fifth movie they ever made which goes in order with two others that came before it, though they left Mothra out of this one when it was Godzilla, Rodan, and Mothra that drove Ghidorah from the earth.
"So, back onto my question." I say after chewing the last of my leftovers, turning my eyes right onto Stubby Bear trying to look as menacing as I possibly can. I will not let him flip things into his favor again, and it's better to ask now before he gets into the movie. "With my water...Can I decrease or increase the viscosity of the water? What about the surface tension? Can I increase that?"
"Now, that is impressive. I didn't think you'd actually ask me something along those lines. To answer your question you can do both, but you really want to lower its viscosity so it flows faster. You can increase the surface tension, instead of it just splashing the person harmlessly those individual drops will be like getting smashed by steel."
I raise my eyebrow. I doubt it'll feel the getting smashed by steel, but if I can even get to be half of that than I will be happy. I won't have to expend so much energy, and would be able to do comparatively smaller attacks than what I normally would use, conserving energy in the long run, and my large scale attacks would be able to deal more damage-maybe even take out a few buildings and not just a side one building in one go! Now that'd be bad ass! I may not even need to make my attacks so large scale and get the same amount of damage from something smaller.
I'm glad to be a Zauber-my imagination is my limitation.
"Don't nitpick with my wording, I answered your question."
"Excuse me." I grouse, not taking his attitude too kindly. I'm not even nitpicking with it-the only thing that really got me was saying the splash of the water will feel like getting hit by steel. I'm not sure if such a comparison is even feasible-that would mean even one drop of water would feel like a ton. Maybe that is a bit of a stretch, but it will not be harmless as Stubby Bear pointed out.
I gather up some blankets and rearrange the pillows on the couch until I believe that they are suitable, then I finally lay down and pulls the blankets up to my shoulder sighing softly. Maybe Shizuku will train with me or something, I've always prefer to train alone rather than with people save for my dad, but that was weightlifting and things more of a physical nature, having a partner with this will help me advance faster than if I were to just train alone since it's more energy based. I'll keep up my health, but I need someone with experience.
I guess for now I shouldn't worry about it, I'll just work on my control exercises, and once I have them down like breathing I'll worry about this. I should at least be close to Shizuku's level before I ask her to train with me, as I am now I wouldn't even get passed the warm ups sadly.
"I'm going to bed. Can you turn down the TV?" I glance at Stubby Bear, eyelids already feeling like lead is pushing down on them.
"Sure, you need your beauty sleep after all."
I suppress my urge to whack him over the head with one of my pillows, I am way too exhausted for this shit and that shower and meal really hit me with more tiredness. I'd be more than satisfied with the exclaim of shock and surprise that sounds from him as my pillow connects with his fathead shutting him up for a good few minutes. But, it has to wait for another day and another time, because right now is my time to sleep.
"Hey girlie, someone is at the door."
"Mmmghh..." I speak literal gibberish for a second before I can even get a word out. I push one pillow off to the side and it rolls off of the couch. That's better, I was starting to feel a little crammed with that thing right on my side. The only thing that I could decipher from that is; girlie, someone, and at the door. I'm very tempted not to get up, but Stubby Bear isn't so easily convinced.
"I don't know who it is, but they've been knocking for five minutes now. and woke me up." Stubby Bear explains with a bit of annoyance backing his tone.
"They'll go away..."
"Well, they're not going away."
"You're really getting on my nerves..." I yawn,grudgingly getting off of the couch and trudging to the door and grabbing the knob, but not before smacking him right across the face with the pillow I dropped on the floor.
I would really like to go back to sleep, but like Stubby Bear just said whoever is on the other side is knocking persistently. It could be Okemi...Maybe they've put in a fancy hot spring or something. I'm too tired to guess. Also, does he really sleep or is he just saying that to somehow make me move that much faster when it will do just the opposite.
I open the door while yawning.
"Good morning, Andrew."
I'm still tired, and my eyes are caked with sleep as well as being blurred, but some of the haze is clearing up without any issue. This girl really came to my apartment like she said she would, and one more than level is it freaking me out.
"What are you doing here, Shizuku!?"
She laughs softly, pressing her fingers into her hair before doing this neat little hair flip.
"Oh, Andrew-san. I see you've made a friend and so soon, too. That's very good." Okemi graces me with her presence, a soft smile on her face as she looks at the two of us, and I know I look far less impressive than Shizuku. I don't care though, the only thing on my mind is slamming the door on Shizuku's face and taking my ass right back on the couch to sleep for another ten hours.
"Yeah...I guess..." I mutter, scratching the back of my head, holding back my yawn for the moment.
"I am Okemi, the landlord of this apartment complex." She and Shizuku bow to each other.
"I'm just here to accompany Andrew on his way to school. You wouldn't mind if I go into her room?"
"Not at all. It'd be better if you were in her apartment instead of waiting around out here, I don't want to send the wrong message to the rest of my tenants.
This is the last thing that should happen right now.
"I actually plan on going back to sleep, so yeah." I offer nothing else, because that's all there is to it. Okemi is going to leave in a matter of seconds and Shizuku is going to be taking her leave as well soon after. She will not be strutting her piercing eyes ass into my apartment, hell no, I turn around and the next thing I know I've got a three dagger thing and chain wrapping around me or something crazy. Like I said before, this has the makings of a horror movie, and I hate to see my cynical thoughts manifesting like this.
"But, it's almost nine don't you have to go to Seitetsu?" Okemi tilts her head, stopping in her trek.
"I don't start until next week or something like that."
"Oh, well you two have fun."
"Thank you, Okemi-san." Shizuku bows in kind, stepping into my apartment. Stepping right passed me I'll add and depositing her little bag on the arm of the couch.
"What is this?" I cross my arms over my chest, locking my door for good measure in case Okemi feels the need to come back. Shizuku is just sitting on my couch, ass all on my blankets with her one leg crossed over the other. I've heard of the saying walking in, kicking off shoes, and then putting smelly ass feet and socks up on the table and it's not even your own house-but this is kind of a stretch. She is literally just making herself all comfy, where I was going to lay down.
I lay down uncaring of how close we are, and forcibly pull my blankets from under her weight. I make myself as comfortable as I can, noting that Stubby Bear is now under the blankets for some reason, but I'm not going to even bother with him at the moment. Pillows over my head, and my blankets secured, I do my best to ignore her fingers tracing over my shoulders.
"It's nine. It's time to wake up."
"Come on, it's too early to be up like this."
