Alrighty…here's some more…I seem to be enjoying myself as I'm
writing…so…please keep reviewing! :]~
******
"Okay…class…" The teacher began her lesson, trying to get the students' attention. "Class, listen, please be quiet. CLASS!!!!" Her voice echoed down the hallways as the classroom abruptly grew silent. "Thank you," she resumed her teaching.
Gokou observed the teacher, listening to her lecture about poetry and literature. "It's something to express your emotions with" she said…I don't know about that, Gokou reflected, but I suppose I must learn it if I must attend 'school.'
"Your assignment, due at the end of this class period—might I add—is to write a paper on death. I want you to express your feelings, sentiments, attitudes, voices, opinions, and what-have-you toward death. I expect at least a page, students. Get to work!" And with that, the assignment was given…and expected.
Death? How am I supposed to write about death? Gokou stared at his blank paper. I can't tell her: "Well, gee, I was an assassin, I killed as a job." He wrinkled his brow in contemplation. I have no feelings for death…it has become meaningless to me. Ever since…that family…the little girl…I have not felt anything. I have become a cold, ruthless…Gokou stopped. He knew those were Dokusha's words coming into his head…so he immediately pushed them out. Dokusha, I will soon be rid of you…he thought calmly.
Interrupting Gokou's thoughts, the teacher stood up, "Okay…turn in your assignments please. I hope you all did your best…and wrote something…worthwhile…" Her tone would change dramatically on certain words—Gokou wondered why she bothered.
He wrote his name at the top of his paper…then jotted down… "Death"…and handed it in for a grade…
…Death…
******
"Hey Makoto…" the voice held its usual cocky air to it.
Makoto's eyes gradually shifted over to look at the boy. She knew it was Gohan…and she didn't want to talk to him. "Hi Gohan."
Gohan leaned across the lunch table. Then, he began talking, aimlessly blabbing on and on about his clothes, his hair…sometimes about her clothes…or her hair…but mostly about…HIMSELF.
God, Makoto fumed, why can't he just take a hint and take a hike? Every year… 'Heeeey Makoto' I just want to punch hi—her thoughts paused as she saw 'him' walking into the cafeteria. Her eyes pursued him, watching his subdued motions and expressions. His hair, he didn't even bother with it, as a strand would fall before his eyes—something Makoto found incredibly attractive.
"Makoto? Makotooooo?" Gohan's voice whirred in her ear like the school bell did every period.
"What, Gohan??" She finally returned.
"You weren't listening…"
"Yes, I am…" She let out a sigh in pure vexation. Oh no! She looked around. Where did he go? Her eyes darted back and forth around the cafeteria…but no 'mysterious buff man', as Makoto put it, could be found. Wait, she saw the exiting doors open, she threw her vision in that direction and was pleased. With lowered head, he walked through the doors that lead to the outside. Poor guy…he seems so lonely…maybeeeee, I'll talk to him after school…Makoto smiled at the thought.
"Oh? So you think I am cute?" Gohan inquired.
"What? When did I say that?" Makoto's eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Well, you smiled when I asked you that…" Gohan pointed out triumphantly.
"Gohan…" Her voice stopped, "nevermind."
…The ringing bell…
******
That was it. Hope you found pleasure in my fanfic. Stay tuned for chapter 7….and so on. ^_^ R&R Please!
******
"Okay…class…" The teacher began her lesson, trying to get the students' attention. "Class, listen, please be quiet. CLASS!!!!" Her voice echoed down the hallways as the classroom abruptly grew silent. "Thank you," she resumed her teaching.
Gokou observed the teacher, listening to her lecture about poetry and literature. "It's something to express your emotions with" she said…I don't know about that, Gokou reflected, but I suppose I must learn it if I must attend 'school.'
"Your assignment, due at the end of this class period—might I add—is to write a paper on death. I want you to express your feelings, sentiments, attitudes, voices, opinions, and what-have-you toward death. I expect at least a page, students. Get to work!" And with that, the assignment was given…and expected.
Death? How am I supposed to write about death? Gokou stared at his blank paper. I can't tell her: "Well, gee, I was an assassin, I killed as a job." He wrinkled his brow in contemplation. I have no feelings for death…it has become meaningless to me. Ever since…that family…the little girl…I have not felt anything. I have become a cold, ruthless…Gokou stopped. He knew those were Dokusha's words coming into his head…so he immediately pushed them out. Dokusha, I will soon be rid of you…he thought calmly.
Interrupting Gokou's thoughts, the teacher stood up, "Okay…turn in your assignments please. I hope you all did your best…and wrote something…worthwhile…" Her tone would change dramatically on certain words—Gokou wondered why she bothered.
He wrote his name at the top of his paper…then jotted down… "Death"…and handed it in for a grade…
…Death…
******
"Hey Makoto…" the voice held its usual cocky air to it.
Makoto's eyes gradually shifted over to look at the boy. She knew it was Gohan…and she didn't want to talk to him. "Hi Gohan."
Gohan leaned across the lunch table. Then, he began talking, aimlessly blabbing on and on about his clothes, his hair…sometimes about her clothes…or her hair…but mostly about…HIMSELF.
God, Makoto fumed, why can't he just take a hint and take a hike? Every year… 'Heeeey Makoto' I just want to punch hi—her thoughts paused as she saw 'him' walking into the cafeteria. Her eyes pursued him, watching his subdued motions and expressions. His hair, he didn't even bother with it, as a strand would fall before his eyes—something Makoto found incredibly attractive.
"Makoto? Makotooooo?" Gohan's voice whirred in her ear like the school bell did every period.
"What, Gohan??" She finally returned.
"You weren't listening…"
"Yes, I am…" She let out a sigh in pure vexation. Oh no! She looked around. Where did he go? Her eyes darted back and forth around the cafeteria…but no 'mysterious buff man', as Makoto put it, could be found. Wait, she saw the exiting doors open, she threw her vision in that direction and was pleased. With lowered head, he walked through the doors that lead to the outside. Poor guy…he seems so lonely…maybeeeee, I'll talk to him after school…Makoto smiled at the thought.
"Oh? So you think I am cute?" Gohan inquired.
"What? When did I say that?" Makoto's eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Well, you smiled when I asked you that…" Gohan pointed out triumphantly.
"Gohan…" Her voice stopped, "nevermind."
…The ringing bell…
******
That was it. Hope you found pleasure in my fanfic. Stay tuned for chapter 7….and so on. ^_^ R&R Please!