Cont.
CHAPTER FOUR
* Mikagami-chan has a bad bad dream. And he is not feeling too good... Ah, well...*
Where am I ?
What is this place?
The black void spiralled around him.
Hello.
Memories of his life looked at him. Back in the face.
Memories of Nee-chan.
He remembers her with happy eyes, a caring smile, joy.
Wait. Hold on. What about my parents?
How come I never dream of my parents?
A realisation.
Who are my parents?
I.... I remember nothing...
No memories of his childhood.
No happy days with mother.Father.
The void just grew more empty, hollow.
Nee-san? Where is mother? Where is father?
Nee-san?
Nee-san?
So alone...
Scared...
Confused...
Who was he?
Who?
*******************************************************
Fuuko sneaked into the year two's classroom. Most of the students had already left the room
the moment the school bell rang. Of course she wasn't going to hurt him, Yanagi was too busy
looking over her shoulder to make sure she didn't. Besides, even if she did, Yanagi would most likely
give the game away. By screaming.
Now all she had to do was.... ah there he is...
Dear old mi-chan was dozing peacefully on his table beside the classroom windows.
The afternoon light reflected brilliantly his metalic hair . Blissfully unaware of the violet-haired
violence approaching with imminent doom written all over her face.
With a scissors in her hand.
" Fuuko-san, I don't think Mikagami-sempai would like that very much..." Yanagi piped up from behind her.
Fuuko wasn't listening. She was too intent on choosing the locks that she would snip off his silvery top.
A muffled groan emmited from her intended victim, as he turned his head from facedown to side .
Fuuko froze, as did the rest of the people looking on to the scene.
She could not blow this. If she pulled it off, it would be the major event of the year.
Seriously major.
Fuuko peered at her dreaming target.
Correction: from the look on his face, he wasn't dreaming.
He was having a nightmare.
Fuuko veered in for a closer look .
Yup, definitely a nightmare. Mi-chan's face contorted as he began to stuggle feebly in his sleep.
Hell with it, better get this over and done with.
Fuuko leaned over the sleeping figure, her scissors glinting.
Suddenly, Mikagami reared his head as quick as a flash of light, a hoarse gasp emmiting form his throat.
The scissors tore through flesh of his face as Fuuko stumbled back , stunned, bumping heavily into Yanagi.
Fuuko stared wild-eyed as the wound on Mi-chan's face bled profusely from the deep gnash from the bottom of his
right cheek, across his eyes that thickened at the hairline.
Mi-chan was confused. Who were these people. Where was his Nee-chan? Why does his face hurt?
For the slightest moment, Fuuko seemed to see a ghostly image of a crying young child, superimposed over the taller
figure. Then the fully unleashed fury of the hurricane blew up her immense wall of inpending guilt.
" WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!?!?!?!?"
" HOW THE FREAKING HECK DID YOU MOVE SO FAST!?!?!"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN OF -----" Mikagami stopped short. The fantastic pain blacking out his vision grabbed his attention.
"shit...." Mi-chan clasped both hands tightly to his face, grimicing in pain as he dislodged the still inbedded scissors
Blood dripped freely onto his white uniform, seeping through his fingers.
Fuuko stared in horror. She did not expect the prank to go this far." Mi-chan..... I'm .. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to.."
Mikagami glared in rage at her through his remaining eye.
" Get help...."
" Go get help..."
CHAPTER FOUR
* Mikagami-chan has a bad bad dream. And he is not feeling too good... Ah, well...*
Where am I ?
What is this place?
The black void spiralled around him.
Hello.
Memories of his life looked at him. Back in the face.
Memories of Nee-chan.
He remembers her with happy eyes, a caring smile, joy.
Wait. Hold on. What about my parents?
How come I never dream of my parents?
A realisation.
Who are my parents?
I.... I remember nothing...
No memories of his childhood.
No happy days with mother.Father.
The void just grew more empty, hollow.
Nee-san? Where is mother? Where is father?
Nee-san?
Nee-san?
So alone...
Scared...
Confused...
Who was he?
Who?
*******************************************************
Fuuko sneaked into the year two's classroom. Most of the students had already left the room
the moment the school bell rang. Of course she wasn't going to hurt him, Yanagi was too busy
looking over her shoulder to make sure she didn't. Besides, even if she did, Yanagi would most likely
give the game away. By screaming.
Now all she had to do was.... ah there he is...
Dear old mi-chan was dozing peacefully on his table beside the classroom windows.
The afternoon light reflected brilliantly his metalic hair . Blissfully unaware of the violet-haired
violence approaching with imminent doom written all over her face.
With a scissors in her hand.
" Fuuko-san, I don't think Mikagami-sempai would like that very much..." Yanagi piped up from behind her.
Fuuko wasn't listening. She was too intent on choosing the locks that she would snip off his silvery top.
A muffled groan emmited from her intended victim, as he turned his head from facedown to side .
Fuuko froze, as did the rest of the people looking on to the scene.
She could not blow this. If she pulled it off, it would be the major event of the year.
Seriously major.
Fuuko peered at her dreaming target.
Correction: from the look on his face, he wasn't dreaming.
He was having a nightmare.
Fuuko veered in for a closer look .
Yup, definitely a nightmare. Mi-chan's face contorted as he began to stuggle feebly in his sleep.
Hell with it, better get this over and done with.
Fuuko leaned over the sleeping figure, her scissors glinting.
Suddenly, Mikagami reared his head as quick as a flash of light, a hoarse gasp emmiting form his throat.
The scissors tore through flesh of his face as Fuuko stumbled back , stunned, bumping heavily into Yanagi.
Fuuko stared wild-eyed as the wound on Mi-chan's face bled profusely from the deep gnash from the bottom of his
right cheek, across his eyes that thickened at the hairline.
Mi-chan was confused. Who were these people. Where was his Nee-chan? Why does his face hurt?
For the slightest moment, Fuuko seemed to see a ghostly image of a crying young child, superimposed over the taller
figure. Then the fully unleashed fury of the hurricane blew up her immense wall of inpending guilt.
" WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!?!?!?!?"
" HOW THE FREAKING HECK DID YOU MOVE SO FAST!?!?!"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN OF -----" Mikagami stopped short. The fantastic pain blacking out his vision grabbed his attention.
"shit...." Mi-chan clasped both hands tightly to his face, grimicing in pain as he dislodged the still inbedded scissors
Blood dripped freely onto his white uniform, seeping through his fingers.
Fuuko stared in horror. She did not expect the prank to go this far." Mi-chan..... I'm .. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to.."
Mikagami glared in rage at her through his remaining eye.
" Get help...."
" Go get help..."