AN: Long time, eh Well, it's been months (That being very light a term) since I've written under this name, and on this fiction. Well, just recently, after my computer has royally screwed itself up, I've discovered how much I enjoy this fiction, and how horrible my first second chapter was. So, I rewrote it, and this is what turned out. This was just a spur of the moment fiction, so if it's horrible, don't be afraid to tell me, and I`ll redo it once again. Oh, and I have a key for you:
* means quotations
means question
` means apostrophe when the spell checker wouldn't change it
My thumbs inserted into the front pockets of my jeans, I make my way down the street in a style that would be considered strutting by everyone who didn't know me well. For everyone who did, I was just walking normally.
People avoid me, as they usually do. Parting in my path, and then recollecting in my wake. Not out of respect, I don't try, nor feel a need, to get it. They just understand I won't have it any other way. I don't part like that for anyone.
I head around back to the playground created for the school, but was never actually used by the building. Apparently, kindergartners through fourth graders are too mature to play on one.
A foot, rather than a head, is peeking out from one of the larger constructions. It twitches as I approach, but nothing more.
The foot leads to a slumped body, and the down turned head of Kitagawa Kenta. He snores softly while I enter, and probably since long before I had come. He only ceases when I hit the bottom of his shoe.
*Wake up, time to fight,* I practically sing, unpacking my weapons of choice. Flimsy pieces of paper, who would have thought. He groans and straightens himself, but doesn't make a move for either his shoe box or board which are still packed and neat.
*You`re gonna win too easily today, I'm not playing,* he grumbles, to which I snort.
*You`re parents watch the sunrise together idea again* I ask, setting up his board for him. He nods solemnly.
*There was only one reason why it was interesting today,* he tells me, leaning back again.
*Yeah* I ask, not really interested and not at all doing a good job of covering it up. He is either unaware of the tone, or deciding to ignore it.
*It was at midnight,* Kenta yawns. I don't respond, but rather continue setting up my first play. He opens one eye. *They`re normally at six thirty, six at the earliest.*
*Can this wait until after we battle* I ask impatiently. He growls at me and then takes his leave. Shrugging, I shuffle through my deck.
It doesn't bother me in the least that my best friend just walked out on me. Personally, I couldn't care less weither he's here or not. The identity isn't important, it's the fighting I can gain from one individual.
Not that I don't enjoy that companionship, or that he's any real good at fighting. He's one of the most constant opponents that I have. In all truth, he's one of my only ones.
I'm an outsider, always have been and probably always will be. I've just found no real reason to connect with anyone. They shunned me away a long time ago, so I suppose they feel the same.
We're just different.
Kenta....well....he's a geek. A person like me would normally eat him alive. But I've found something in his kid. Maybe because we're both loners, maybe it was just sympathy.
Whatever the reason, we've become friends or anything you want to call us. We stick together. For the most part at least.
As I had suspected, Kenta comes back. He just leans up against the wall of the dinosaur I sit within as if nothing had happened, that was what you would see if you didn't know us. Nothing actually had happened, If you had known us, you would understand that.
*Why do you think it was so early* He asks. I groan, but don't look up from my cards. From over their sharply cut edges, I can see his eyebrows narrow just slightly. *I`m being serious.*
*Something of great magnitude must of happened last night, and that sunrise was just a little cause and effect.,* I offer. His eyebrows narrow a tiny bit more over the rim.
*This isn't a comic book, Hirokazu,* He snaps. I shrug and nod, still shuffling my deck.
*I know that. But why else would it be* I ask him. He's quiet now, having nothing else to say about the matter. I smirk as victory is claimed.
The school bell rings, and we pack up what we had taken out, which isn't all that much. Walking out of the dinosaur, we make our way into the building. The sunrise conversation is left behind in the playground. It fades away as the only ones to ever play upon it, small children who's parents hadn't enrolled them in a day care of sorts, climb into it.
It's hiding from their ears.
* means quotations
means question
` means apostrophe when the spell checker wouldn't change it
My thumbs inserted into the front pockets of my jeans, I make my way down the street in a style that would be considered strutting by everyone who didn't know me well. For everyone who did, I was just walking normally.
People avoid me, as they usually do. Parting in my path, and then recollecting in my wake. Not out of respect, I don't try, nor feel a need, to get it. They just understand I won't have it any other way. I don't part like that for anyone.
I head around back to the playground created for the school, but was never actually used by the building. Apparently, kindergartners through fourth graders are too mature to play on one.
A foot, rather than a head, is peeking out from one of the larger constructions. It twitches as I approach, but nothing more.
The foot leads to a slumped body, and the down turned head of Kitagawa Kenta. He snores softly while I enter, and probably since long before I had come. He only ceases when I hit the bottom of his shoe.
*Wake up, time to fight,* I practically sing, unpacking my weapons of choice. Flimsy pieces of paper, who would have thought. He groans and straightens himself, but doesn't make a move for either his shoe box or board which are still packed and neat.
*You`re gonna win too easily today, I'm not playing,* he grumbles, to which I snort.
*You`re parents watch the sunrise together idea again* I ask, setting up his board for him. He nods solemnly.
*There was only one reason why it was interesting today,* he tells me, leaning back again.
*Yeah* I ask, not really interested and not at all doing a good job of covering it up. He is either unaware of the tone, or deciding to ignore it.
*It was at midnight,* Kenta yawns. I don't respond, but rather continue setting up my first play. He opens one eye. *They`re normally at six thirty, six at the earliest.*
*Can this wait until after we battle* I ask impatiently. He growls at me and then takes his leave. Shrugging, I shuffle through my deck.
It doesn't bother me in the least that my best friend just walked out on me. Personally, I couldn't care less weither he's here or not. The identity isn't important, it's the fighting I can gain from one individual.
Not that I don't enjoy that companionship, or that he's any real good at fighting. He's one of the most constant opponents that I have. In all truth, he's one of my only ones.
I'm an outsider, always have been and probably always will be. I've just found no real reason to connect with anyone. They shunned me away a long time ago, so I suppose they feel the same.
We're just different.
Kenta....well....he's a geek. A person like me would normally eat him alive. But I've found something in his kid. Maybe because we're both loners, maybe it was just sympathy.
Whatever the reason, we've become friends or anything you want to call us. We stick together. For the most part at least.
As I had suspected, Kenta comes back. He just leans up against the wall of the dinosaur I sit within as if nothing had happened, that was what you would see if you didn't know us. Nothing actually had happened, If you had known us, you would understand that.
*Why do you think it was so early* He asks. I groan, but don't look up from my cards. From over their sharply cut edges, I can see his eyebrows narrow just slightly. *I`m being serious.*
*Something of great magnitude must of happened last night, and that sunrise was just a little cause and effect.,* I offer. His eyebrows narrow a tiny bit more over the rim.
*This isn't a comic book, Hirokazu,* He snaps. I shrug and nod, still shuffling my deck.
*I know that. But why else would it be* I ask him. He's quiet now, having nothing else to say about the matter. I smirk as victory is claimed.
The school bell rings, and we pack up what we had taken out, which isn't all that much. Walking out of the dinosaur, we make our way into the building. The sunrise conversation is left behind in the playground. It fades away as the only ones to ever play upon it, small children who's parents hadn't enrolled them in a day care of sorts, climb into it.
It's hiding from their ears.