Monday, December 31, 2001
Note: This is not intended for young/immature readers for it has some bad language, sexual content, abuse, and thoughts of suicide. Oh, and sorry for such the delay.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing, nor shall I ever be talented enough to do so. Please do not sue me, for I am just a hyperactive fan.
Crawling
Chapter 2
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I stepped out from the dark depths of the dark room and into the strong rays of the sun. I squinted as the sudden brightness blinded me for a moment before I slipped on a pair of black, mirrored sunglasses. Shaking my head slightly, I slung the camera strap over my head and continued on my way to the cafe, where I worked in the afternoon. I could hear conversations stop as I walked down the path in front of the school. I smirked. I knew they were talking about me. They were always talking about me, but I didn't care. Lifting my head higher and walking slightly slower, I continued down the walkway, enjoying the looks on their faces. As I left the campus area, I heard the conversations gradually pick up again. ~ The scared idiots. ~ I thought as I walked down the shaded sidewalk, my black messenger bag occasionally bumping into the wooden fence to my right.
Right when I was about to turn around the corner, someone suddenly bumped into me. Quickly, I protected my precious camera with my arms as I fell backwards, my books flying everywhere as my ratty messenger bag slammed against the fence. Angry, I glared up at the person who had bumped into me, all my stuff strewn around me. I was slightly surprised at who it was, although it didn't show. It was one of the new boys, Quatre. His face broke into an apologetic grin as he extended a hand out to me. Grumpily, I grasped his hand and together, we hauled myself up as he spewed out apologies. I eyed him, noting his what seemed like a pink shirt; it was hard to tell with my dark sunglasses. What is wrong with this guy, is he queer or something*1? I mulled over it for a second before the thought left as suddenly as it had come.
While he just stood there, still smiling, I bent down to collect my things. When, I looked up at him, he was still smiling. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, silently staring at each other. I was growing angrier and angrier by the second as he just stood there looking at me. "Well, are you going to help me or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" I snapped angrily. His sea green eyes widened slightly before he stooped down and helped me gather my things. "Um, I'm very sorry miss. I didn't mean to."
"Whatever, just watch where you are going." I mumbled, still slightly pissed at this boy, but glad my camera was fine. When I heard him stop moving, I looked at him, my eyes squinting at him, although he couldn't see. I raised one eyebrow carefully, silently asking, 'why the hell are you stopping?' The boy, Arabian from the looks of it, just squatted there, staring at me intently. I started to fume. What was wrong with this guy? "Do you have a problem, or do you just like to stare at people?"
Quatre blushed, which was surprising. "Um, you didn't say thank you."
"Thank you?" I asked incredulously. He nodded slowly, a little hesitant. "You, " I said, pointing at him with a stray pencil, "want me," I pointed to myself, "to thank you?" I asked sarcastically, the pencil again pointing at him. He just nodded again, his smile slightly shaky.
"And what exactly did you want me to thank you for. Maybe perhaps for knocking me down and probably causing me to be late for work? Or maybe for just standing there like an idiot while I picked up my stuff. Could it be for breaking my book bag and spilling my stuff everywhere? No, wait," I held up my hands mockingly before pointing at him again. "I know, you want me to thank you for giving me an etiquette lesson, right?" By this time, Quatre wasn't smiling anymore. Secretly, I smirked, one point for me. Stunned, Quatre just kneeled there, confused. I leaned in close to his shocked face and patted his cheek not very gently. Almost hissing, I whispered, "thanks for the lesson, jerk off."
With that, I quickly gathered the rest of my things and strode off, my step slightly quicker as I tried to get to work on time, my books heaped in my arms. Softly, I cursed, Lita, the manager of the cafe, would not be happy. As I turned the corner, I saw Quatre still in the same spot where I left him, looking like he had just peed in his pants. Mentally, I added another point for myself. ~ Well, mama's boy seems like you have some catching up to do. ~
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I was stunned. That girl was so rude, but cute. A little voice added quietly in my head. ~ Cute? Did I just call her cute? ~ I thought as I remembered how her nose wrinkled up just so as she glared at me. ~ Quatre, you're losing it. ~ I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the memory of how big and blue her eyes were as she leaned in close to pat my cheek. ~ Ugh, there I go again. ~
Sighing, I hauled myself up, my knees cracking from kneeling like that for so long. Unconsciously, I winced as I remembered Hiiro setting his own broken bones. Repressing a shudder, I looked down at the ground, hoping for some clue to who that rude girl was. In the gutter, teetering dangerously close from falling down into the rat infested depths below, was a black, bound journal with only a small, silver crescent moon decorating the cover. I picked it up, dusting off what ever could have collected on the smooth, worn cover. Just as I was about to open it up, to see if her name was possibly in it, my watch beeped, signaling it was 4:00. ~ Damn*2, I'm late. ~ I thought as I absently stuffed the black journal into my backpack before I ran towards the library, the journal quickly forgotten.
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Ok, that's it. Sorry if it was so short and if it sucks. I had to get it out soon, cause, well, I haven't updated lately. Sorry.
~shyne~
*1. In my story, Quatre is NOT gay!
*2. I know, Q-man probably doesn't swear, but he does in this story, at least in his head.
