A Tale of Two Torrents

By Dixxy

Chapter Two: It Was His Fault!

(Sara)

I felt a lot better once I called Trevor to come pick me up. I was getting AWAY from there. I was going to go home so I could bitch to my stuffed animals and ventilate. Stuffed animals don't try to tell you that you're wrong- they just sit and stare at you. I needed that pretty badly at that point.

"Sara, are you all right?" I turned to see Keisha was coming inside.

"Keisha, please, just leave me alone," I said. I faced away from her. I was embarrassed. For crying out loud, Cye or one of the other boys could've seen my boobs! Yeah, maybe I'd not the most modest person in the world (Yeah, I WAS wearing a string bikini top, but it was hot and it was the only one I had that wasn't in the wash!), but even I have to draw the line somewhere.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"No," I said. "What do you think?"

Keisha sighed heavily. "Sara, you're acting like a three year old!"

I stood up. "Just leave me alone, Keisha. I don't fell like talking about it," I said as I walked out the front door. I slammed it behind me, making sure she got the message. I didn't want to talk to her or any of the others. The slam of the door would let the others know how I felt as well.

It worked, since I saw no one some around front for the ten, maybe twenty minutes it took for Trevor to pull up. I soon saw my older brother's car pull up. I walked over to the stopped car, where my part time saint and full time tormentor stuck his head out of the window. "Hey, Sara," he said. "Why are you leaving early?"

"I wish to not discuss it," I said, walking around to the other side. I opened the door, got in, and closed the door. I buckled in and waited for Trevor to drive off. My brother looked at me in awed stupor, his large, green eyes blinking at me in confusion. "Yes?" I asked.

"Man, they must've really pissed you off," he said as we started to drive. "What happened?"

"I told you-"

"If you don't tell me what happened then I'll show your friends baby pictures," he said.

"I hate you," I said. I then told him about what happened.

"He WHAT?" said Trevor, somehow managing to not crash us into a tree.

"He grabbed the string on my bikini top and it came undone! Everyone could've seen my breasts!"

Trevor coughed. "Isn't it just a LITTLE bit possible he was just trying to tag you?" he said.

I gave him The Look. "He followed it up by saying 'What, you don't want to run around topless'? What does he think I am, some kind of a floozy? No, Trevor, he was being a complete jerk, even in comparison to YOU. And you KNOW how Emily and I feel about you sometimes, Trevor Nathaniel Lewis." He immediately shut up and turned the radio on. We listened to an alternative station the remainder of the ride home.

When we got home, I immediately went into my room. Once there, I grabbed a real bra, a real T-shirt, and put them on. I sighed heavily as I plopped down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. After a few minutes, I sat back up and turned to the creatures who wouldn't judge me, tell me I was wrong, or even SAY anything.

Maybe I am a Ronin Senshi, and maybe I have destroyed Tin Cans and tried to kill Trulpa and the Warladies, I still try to hold onto what little innocence I have. I wear braids a lot, for one, and collect stuffed animals. They all live on my bed. There's even a schedule for who gets to stay on the bed when I have to go to bed.

Sometimes, they are my best friends.

I sat down on the bed. "Today, the boy whom I THOUGHT I had a crush on decided to be a complete and total jerk and snapped this," I said, holding up the bikini top for effect, "off of my top. I was completely exposed! Can you believe that? THEN he had the NERVE to ask if I wanted to run around TOP-LESS!"

The answer I received was several blank stares from a pile of stuffed bears, cats, dogs, a whale, a porcupine, two giraffes, a mouse, a pink guinea pig, a purple monkey, three zebras, and moose. This was only different for bunny I had whose eyes had been ripped out by Trevor when I was little.

"From this day until he decides to beg for forgiveness, then Cye Mouri and I are sworn enemies," I said. "You here that? Sworn enemies! I won't talk to him, I won't be nice to him, and I certainly will not work with him! He's a cold hearted jerk and I don't want anything to do with him!"

"Why's that?"

I turned to see my little sister had decided to come in. "Emily. . . you have to stop coming into my room unannounced one of these days," I said. "ESPECIALLY when I'm pissed and I'm talking to my animals about it. You know how I feel about meetings with my animals."

"You sound especially mad with Cye. What did he do to you?" asked Emily.

I explained the whole story to her. "I feel. . . violated."

"Well, it WAS an accident, and I think he was just trying to get attention off the fact you were topless with a joke. It wasn't a very good one, but he was probably just trying to save your dignity," she said. "Cye isn't a bad guy at all. He's really a sweetie, just like Anubis is."

"But couldn't he have chosen something BETTER to say?" I asked.

"You shouldn't let it get to you like this," said Emily.

"Well. . . once he apologizes SINCERELY, MAYBE I'll forgive him."

"That's the spirit!"

A few days passed. I didn't talk to any of the other Ronins or Anubis, especially not the other two Ronin Warriors. Sage and Kento were probably going to stick up for HIM and it looked like Keisha was on HIS side as well. Ria, Rona, and Sam were questionable, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

Evan carpooled Keisha, Trevor, Ria, and me to the first day of school. I was going to be a sophomore with Ria and Sam, while the rest of the Ronins were going to be juniors. There was an eerie silence between me and Keisha, and Ria seemed too frightened to interject. That was RARE for our loud-mouthed leader.

I grabbed my backpack out of the trunk and looked around. I saw HIM, Sage, Kento, Rona, and Sam all hanging out by the main entrance. Obviously the entrance bell hadn't rung yet. I avoided my normal group and hung out by myself near a bush. I didn't want to deal with HIM.

"Hey! Lemme go!"

I looked over to see Kento had grabbed HIM by the wrist and was dragging HIM over to where I stood. I turned my back to THEM and stuck my nose in the air. Kento grunted in aggravation while HIM continued to protest. I didn't move. "It's not going to work, Kento," I warned him.

Kento spun me around so I was facing that BOY. He then stood between us, his finger shaking as if he were a father lecturing his children. "Now, Cye, Sara, I'm going to give you until the count of ten to apologize, forgive, and forget what happened. One. . . two. . . three. . .-"

BRING!

Saved by the bell!

For the first few classes of the day, I got the usual boring orientations with the homework surveys asking what you expect to get out of the class and all that stuff. I noted that Sam was in my English and math classes and Ria in PE and science. People to pair up with for projects. So far, so good.

It wasn't until lunch that the trouble started.

I decided that I was going to sit with the other girls and maybe chase HIM off before he could sit down. Having my lunch pre-made gave me that advantage, so when I saw Rona seated at our normal table, I rushed over to sit with her. She looked over at me and smiled, waving cheerily. Then, her eyes widened in shock. I turned my head and gasped.

SMACK!

I crashed right into HIM. Our lunches flew into the air, Tupperware containers of potato salad and macaroni and cheese flying high into the air, some of it sticking to the walls. The two of us skidded along the cafeteria floor until we both smacked into a wall. The normal chattering sound of the cafeteria was silenced as everyone turned to see this new spectacle. NO one spoke. All eyes were on us.

I growled at HIM. "You klutz!" I said. "Watch where you're going!"

"I was trying to sit with my friends when you went bolting in out of nowhere," he said, standing up as he brushed himself off. He glared at me, placing his hands on his hips as he stared me down. He removed one hand to point an accusing finger at me. "YOU crashed into me!"

I snorted. "Yeah, yeah, you pervert."

"Shut up, you dumb bitch!" he said.

One of the teachers came over to see what the commotion was about. "What is going on here!"

"He slammed into me!"

"She was running in doors!"

"Was not!"

"Yeah, you were!"

"You should've watched where you were going!"

"ALL RIGHT!" the teacher screamed. Both of us silenced, turning to the adult. She grabbed us both roughly by the shoulders. I cried out from the roughness, but the stern look she gave me shut me up (especially where she shoved her face right into mine- it stunk doubly because of her nasty breath). "You can settle this in Principle Wimbly's office. MARCH!"

I turned to HIM. "This is your fault!"

"My fault? YOU'RE the one who ran into me!"

"I SAID MOVE!" Both of us jumped before she grabbed us again and began to escort us to the office. Everyone watched us leave the cafeteria, then went back to normal. I glanced over my shoulder to see the other Ronins were staring at us in mild shock, embarrassment, and disappointment.

"I swear, I'm going to have your head for this!" I hissed as we rounded a corner.

"Well you're the one who jumps to conclusions!" he hissed back, looking rather ticked off. Well, I couldn't blame him there. We WERE going to the principal's office, and both of us knew how much of a stubborn pig-head Mr. Wimbly was. It was HIS fault, but he could still be mad about it.

"You have no one to thank but yourself!" I said.

"Both of you be quiet!" barked the teacher, short brown hair bouncing lightly on her shoulders. She turned to HIM, a look of disappointment on her face. "Mr. Mouri, I'm surprised at you. You were so well behaved in my class this morning. Why the sudden change of attitude?"

"Oh, well looks are deceiving, because HE'S a perverted little monkey!" I said.

"And you're an anal little prima donna!"

"Why I ought-a-"

"QUIET!" she screamed. We reached the office and she pushed the door open, getting the attention of one of the secretaries. She turned to old Mrs. Johnson, a graying old lady who usually kept candy on her desk for well-behaved students. Today, HE and I weren't getting any lollipops, that was for sure. "Is the principle busy?"

"No," she said.

"Good," said the teacher. "I'm going in."

"All right. Go right in."

HE and I got a weeks worth of detentions for our little fight. Unfair? Maybe. But Mr. Wimbly's pretty strict, so I wasn't too surprised with my punishment. We HAD caused a scene (and coincidentally, a pretty nasty mess for the janitors to clean up), so maybe we deserved it.

But did it make me forgive HIM? Nope. Not at all. He was going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness. And probably bribe me, too. I like the EXPENSIVE chocolates that cost you like, fifty dollars a box (I had those once at a wedding- they were good).

It was going a lot for him to get MY forgiveness. . .