…Chapter 5….o_o...yeah…
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As the final bell rang for school, the students filed into the building, many seemed to still be on vacation.
"Another monotonous year…" Trunks commented.
Gohan, who was half-awake and half-asleep, simply nodded into response to his friend.
Trunks sighed, "Finally, we're seniors."
"Can I sleep on your backpack?" Gohan inquired as he followed Trunks into the school hallways.
"No…" Trunks pulled his backpack away from Gohan. "Go find your own pillow."
"You butt…"
Trunks just shook his head…
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Ami departed with her friend and headed down senior hall, though only a sophomore, majority of her classes were indeed in senior hall.
Makoto exhaled with exasperation. Her eyes scanned over the crowd of students. Same old faces…same old people…she thought. That is, until her eyes caught sight of the golden-yellow haired figure. Now he's new…she smiled to herself. With curiosity, she watched him. Her eyes studied his movements and expressions. Wow…he's ripped…very nice…I mean…..no Makoto…bad thoughts… Her eyes drifted to his face. She noted his green emerald eyes…they appeared…hurt…lost…lonely…tender.
Gokou watched the people—each student seemed almost meaningless to him even though his soul purpose for going to school was to socialize with these "people." He felt someone watching him…someone far away…yet in the vicinity. His eyes shot over to Makoto. They locked with her deep green eyes.
He sees me staring!! Makoto quickly looked away and dashed forward into the classroom.
Gokou's gaze followed her. He felt something he had never experienced before…attraction. Her slender shapely figure, her delicate molding, her fragile face, her dainty steps…everything was so enchanting. Though many girls were attractive…she was the only one yet…to really…notice him. Gokou continued to run the thoughts over and over in his head as he entered his class—the first one…ever.
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The class was quiet. Gokou felt secure in its silence, for silence was what he grew up with. Everyone was tense, nervous, tired, or shy. Gokou sensed all their emotions…as he had none in his pastime, he found that it allowed him to study and find other people's emotions. In doing so, Gokou would sometimes discover his own emotions, such as envy. He envied those who were fortunate enough to have grown up in an environment such as this. He also found his longings and even his fears. He longed for a home…a friend…and many other things. He feared sleep…for he knew things haunted him there. His only enjoyable time was when things were silent. Upon his discovery of his emotions, Gokou had realized that Dokusha had lied…assassins DO have emotions…and he didn't want to work for a liar---…
"Class, please, turn in your assignments then feel free to talk." The teacher stated, and then returned to her desk.
The classroom suddenly buzzed with noise. Gokou didn't know what to do. Should I talk to someone? No…they all stare at me…they know I'm different…For god sakes…I'm a senior without any credits. Gokou released a burdensome sigh. He decided he would just listen…
"Does this skirt look good on me?"
"I hate school…"
"What did you put in your paper?"
"How was summer?"
"She's hott…"
Then, Gokou caught ear of a particular conversation about….him.
"Look at the new guy."
"He's sorta…okay…I guess."
"He's scary…"
"well…he is kinda buff too.."
"No, he's scary…and quiet…"
"Shh…he might hear you…."
Gokou turned from them…He wanted to shut them out. He wanted to shut all the voices out. He longed for that silence the classroom used to have. He longed to see…that girl.
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Okay…that's it for now. ^_^ I promise…more action and romance to come!! ^___^ please review! How am I doing?
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As the final bell rang for school, the students filed into the building, many seemed to still be on vacation.
"Another monotonous year…" Trunks commented.
Gohan, who was half-awake and half-asleep, simply nodded into response to his friend.
Trunks sighed, "Finally, we're seniors."
"Can I sleep on your backpack?" Gohan inquired as he followed Trunks into the school hallways.
"No…" Trunks pulled his backpack away from Gohan. "Go find your own pillow."
"You butt…"
Trunks just shook his head…
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Ami departed with her friend and headed down senior hall, though only a sophomore, majority of her classes were indeed in senior hall.
Makoto exhaled with exasperation. Her eyes scanned over the crowd of students. Same old faces…same old people…she thought. That is, until her eyes caught sight of the golden-yellow haired figure. Now he's new…she smiled to herself. With curiosity, she watched him. Her eyes studied his movements and expressions. Wow…he's ripped…very nice…I mean…..no Makoto…bad thoughts… Her eyes drifted to his face. She noted his green emerald eyes…they appeared…hurt…lost…lonely…tender.
Gokou watched the people—each student seemed almost meaningless to him even though his soul purpose for going to school was to socialize with these "people." He felt someone watching him…someone far away…yet in the vicinity. His eyes shot over to Makoto. They locked with her deep green eyes.
He sees me staring!! Makoto quickly looked away and dashed forward into the classroom.
Gokou's gaze followed her. He felt something he had never experienced before…attraction. Her slender shapely figure, her delicate molding, her fragile face, her dainty steps…everything was so enchanting. Though many girls were attractive…she was the only one yet…to really…notice him. Gokou continued to run the thoughts over and over in his head as he entered his class—the first one…ever.
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The class was quiet. Gokou felt secure in its silence, for silence was what he grew up with. Everyone was tense, nervous, tired, or shy. Gokou sensed all their emotions…as he had none in his pastime, he found that it allowed him to study and find other people's emotions. In doing so, Gokou would sometimes discover his own emotions, such as envy. He envied those who were fortunate enough to have grown up in an environment such as this. He also found his longings and even his fears. He longed for a home…a friend…and many other things. He feared sleep…for he knew things haunted him there. His only enjoyable time was when things were silent. Upon his discovery of his emotions, Gokou had realized that Dokusha had lied…assassins DO have emotions…and he didn't want to work for a liar---…
"Class, please, turn in your assignments then feel free to talk." The teacher stated, and then returned to her desk.
The classroom suddenly buzzed with noise. Gokou didn't know what to do. Should I talk to someone? No…they all stare at me…they know I'm different…For god sakes…I'm a senior without any credits. Gokou released a burdensome sigh. He decided he would just listen…
"Does this skirt look good on me?"
"I hate school…"
"What did you put in your paper?"
"How was summer?"
"She's hott…"
Then, Gokou caught ear of a particular conversation about….him.
"Look at the new guy."
"He's sorta…okay…I guess."
"He's scary…"
"well…he is kinda buff too.."
"No, he's scary…and quiet…"
"Shh…he might hear you…."
Gokou turned from them…He wanted to shut them out. He wanted to shut all the voices out. He longed for that silence the classroom used to have. He longed to see…that girl.
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Okay…that's it for now. ^_^ I promise…more action and romance to come!! ^___^ please review! How am I doing?