Chapter Summary: Seto is now officially labeled a loner and started
creating a strong wall around him. Now in first grade, he is more withdrawn
then ever. Can a familiar raven-haired girl with green eyes really be able
to break through the barrier?
!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!CHILD ABUSE!!!!!!!
[For the people who read my other story, High Priest Seto, you know who I'm talking about.^__^]
A little girl woke up at the sound of the front door being opened. She suddenly stood up on her bed and looked at the clock next to her. The glowing red digital clock told her it was 2:45. She hurriedly gathered up a blanket from her bed and went inside her closet. She closed the door quietly and wrapped herself in the blanket to protect her from the oncoming man.
Even inside the small space, she could hear him cursing about the bills. "Oh no," she thought, moving her knees closer towards her chest," Its bill day. It'll be worse." She crouched lower to the floor while moving deeper into the closet shadows.
She began to hear him going further into the house, into the kitchen. Terrified, she listened as she heard a refrigerator open and closed. A few moments later, she heard him open a drawer. Her eyes grew in fear as she realized what he was doing. The drawer was where he kept his loose money. He was using it for the bills. She closed her eyes as she realized how bad it was.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" boomed a drunken voice. There was a few fumbling sounds around the drawer and then a clatter of it being thrown into the wall. The little girl stayed still as the floor shook with strong loud footsteps.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY MONEY, YOU STUPID BITCH!?!?!?!!!" he screamed when he threw open the bedroom door. He surveyed the empty bed and grew angrier. Furious, he went straight into the closet and opened the door. A pair of strong hands grasps the girl's ankles. The man pulled the girl out of the closet, away from her little sanctuary.
With a shaking finger, he pointed accusingly at the girl." Where's my fucking money! Tell me or I'll kill you!"
The girl looked at the man, her father. "I didn't take your STUPID MONEY!" she lied.
The man snarled and swung his fists at a nearby vase in attempt to scare the child. The vase lay shattered on the floor. The girl didn't flinch.
"YOU ASSHOLE OF A CHILD. " he screamed at her. Then, lowering his voice, he asked menacingly," I know you took it! Tell me where is it or I'll swing you to the wall."
The girl stared unblinkingly at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
The man screamed in fury and grabbed the girl's waist. With all his strength, he flung her to the wall. The girl landed, fortunately, landed back first on the wall and had managed to avoid her head and neck area.
She struggled onto her feet and managed to sit up, angering her father even more. He stomped towards her and removed his belt. Before she noticed however, she heard the air as the leather belt was cutting it. She gave a yelp as her father strike the belt on her arm, causing a small bruise to form.
"Stop it!" she screamed," You're hurting me!" He ignored the pleas and continued to thrash the belt on her arms and legs.
After doing this ten more times, he finally succeeded into making the girl cry. "Teach you not to lie to me." he said and walked out the room. The girl waited for the sound of the master bedroom being closed until she finally got up. A sudden stab of pain caused her to fall back down again. Her tears fell silently onto the carpeted floor.
She found what's left of her strength and pulled herself up to closed the bedroom door. Aching all over, she went towards a chest of drawers. Opening the third drawer down, she found what she was looking for: a first aid kit.
Crudely, she tried to bandage up the bruises and cuts from the assault. After she was finished, she places the box under her bed and went to the closet to get her pillow and blankets.
Wrapping the blanket tightly around her, she tried the best she could to ignore the aches of her scars.
"Stupid school." she thought to herself. If it weren't for the supplies she had needed, she wouldn't have to take some of the money out from the drawer. She had told her father, when he wasn't drinking, that she needed to go to the store to buy some materials but he had forgotten. So, she just took some and went to buy them herself. "Stupid beer," she thought. Angry tears rolled down her bruised cheeks.
This all started when she was only 5 years old and started kindergarten. Her parents never got along. They argued over money, dad's drinking habit, and accusing each other of being unfaithful. You can hardly believe they were ever in love.
Until one day, her mother ran away. She just packed up her stuff and ran off, leaving her daughter alone. Her father acted like it was a blessing but drank more and more. Everything always happens the same way. Her father gets drunk and angry about something, takes it out on her, and beats her up. The next morning, he would apologize and act like he actually cares for her. Then, he would buy her something as a bribe to keep her quiet.
She looked around the room at the dozens of dolls and teddy bear. The shattered vase of the floor was an item from an event a week ago.
Gazing out the window, she fell asleep watching the stars and the moon. Something about them always seem to comfort her......
*
The dull yellow bus stopped in front of him. Seto quietly walked up on the bus and looked at the familiar sitting arrangement. People who were smart or quiet sat down near the front. The back was practically reserved for the more popular students, like Max and his goonies.
He smirked when he saw the empty seat he usually sat in. Max had done a great job of telling people he was someone to avoid. Even if the bus was so crowded that the students had to be seated three in a single seat, they never dared to sit with Seto. He didn't mind though, he never worried about looking for a place to sit and loved the peace and quiet.
Seto and Max barely talk to each other anymore. Their kindergarten year was spent giving each other glares or refusing to notice each other's existence. It was the first day of first grade and nothing seemed to change.
Seto sat down and slid his book bag on the empty side. This was his own signal that he doesn't want anyone to sit near him. Whenever a new student asks him to remove the book bag, he ignored them and the person will usually get the idea.
The bus started up again. It moved down the familiar neighborhoods and stops. When the last kid was picked up, though, they didn't head straight to the school. "Hey Driver!" said someone in the front." School's the other way!"
The bus driver turned his head a little to the left and replied," New student." Some people moaned. The bus turned into a small-cozy looking street and shook as it ran over the cobblestone street.
They finally stopped in front of a brick house. A girl about Seto's age walked up the steps. She wore a long-sleeved loose turtleneck with a pair of plain jeans. Her raven-black hair was tied in a ponytail.
"Oh great," Celeste thought as she looked at the seats. Every seat seemed to be taken already by two or three people, except one, which only had a brown haired boy sitting on it. "Excuse me," she said to the boy, pointing at his book bag that blocked the space. Seto didn't move. "Just like the rest," he thought, smirking to himself. "I won't move my book bag and she'd just move right along."
"Excuse me." Celeste said, this time a little bit agitated. Seto still didn't move his book bag. The bus started moving. He waited for the girl to sit down with another person.
"How rude!" she thought. She began to walk down the aisle but stopped herself. "What am I doing?" she thought to herself," I'm not going to let him win." Nudging the book bag towards Seto, she made a small enough space to sit down. It wasn't comfortable, but at least she didn't have a place to sit.
Seto turned his head to look at the girl who just sat next to him. "Who does this girl think she is?" he asked himself. He looked her over. It wasn't unusual for her to be wearing a long-sleeve. It was fall.
He noticed that she had bright green eyes. "She has pretty eyes." he found himself thinking. Surprised at what he just done, he looked out the window again. For some unknown reason, Seto felt something familiar about her.
Celeste observed the boy. He had shaggy brown hair and dark blue eyes. "He would look pretty cute," she thought, blushing," if he smiles." There's something familiar about him, too.
Suddenly, the bus took a sharp curve. Celeste tried to prepare herself, but it was too late. She fell right on the floor in the middle of the aisle. Seto only glanced but turned to look back out the window.
Celeste couldn't believe how cold the boy was. The whole bus started laughing, especially the back. Celeste went crimson and went back next to Seto. She couldn't believe that she was already acting like an idiot before she was even on school campus. Her legs ached. "Great." she thought sarcastically," the fall must've hit one of my bruises."
"That'll teach her to leave me alone," Seto thought.
"I can't believe I thought he was cute!" she thought angrily.
The laughter died down as the bus stopped in front of the school building. Celeste got up and ran out the door. She stopped in front of her new school and looked at all of her new peers. "Hi!" a voice said behind her.
She turned around to see a handsome boy with blond hair and light green eyes. "Hi, I'm Max Hitome." he started. There was a bunch of other kids at the back of him. He must be one of the popular ones. She recognized him as one of the kids who laughed at her on the bus.
"Hi. I'm Celeste Tanaku," she said. There was an answer of greetings.
"I'm sorry about what that other boy did to you." he said." his name is Seto. He's really grumpy and stuck up. Always bragging and showing-off.."
Celeste thought about what Max had said. "He doesn't look that mean...." she started.
Max rolled his eyes to his friends who laughed. "He doesn't look like it but he can be a real grouch. What teacher do you have?"
Celeste took out a piece of paper from her jean pocket. "Umm. Mrs. Kigochui, Room 89."
"Sorry," he said," I don't have class with you. I hope you like our school so far." He said goodbye and waved as the bell rang for school.
Seto had watched the girl talking to Max. "Oh well," he said as he closed the book he was reading." At least she'll be sure to leave me alone now." He walked off and headed to his classroom.
*
Seto sighed as he walked into his first grade classroom. Mrs. Kigochui, his teacher, wanted to seat the class in alphabetical order. The teacher had taped index cards with the children's names on the desk. Seto's was in the last seat in the second row. He sat down and waited for the class to begin. He pulled out a book and ignored the stare that Mrs. Kigochui gave him.
"Its you!"
Seto looked over his book and saw a set of familiar green eyes. An angry looking girl looked at him with a mixture of astonishment and surprise. Not only I'm in his class, I have to sit in front of him!" she thought.
"Do you mind? I'm reading," he said calmly.
"Ms. Tanaku." said Mrs. Kigochui, sternly," Can you please lower your voice?"
"Yes, Mrs. Kigochui," She sat down and turned back to Seto.
"Why were you so mean to me?" she asked, anger still lingering in her eyes.
Seto shrugged. "I didn't do anything to you. You fell by yourself. Its not my fault you were clumsy."
Celeste's jaw fell. She quickly shut it. "You wouldn't move your stupid book bag!" she said, her voice trembling.
Seto slammed his book down. "Well maybe I like my own seat! Maybe I didn't want you to sit with me!" he said, looking Celeste straight into her eye. Then, at the very worst time, a thought crossed his mind: what beautiful green eyes. He suddenly looked away quickly. He was blushing.
Celeste squinted her eyes at Seto. Who does this guy think he is? King of the Bus Seats?!?
"Class? Can I have your attention please?" Mrs Kigochue said to the class. "This is war," she declared to Seto and turned around.
Throughout the class, Seto couldn't concentrate on anything but the faults of a certain girl. "Who does that girl think she is? She's so stupid and rude and ignorant and....". He even thought about pulling her ponytail in front of him. *
When the bell ring to release the students for the afternoon, Celeste gave a smirk to Seto and ran in front of him to the buses. "Wonder what's up with her?" Seto thought, walking slowly to his bus.
He went inside and saw someone in his seat. Celeste gave a smirk and waved to him. Seto felt his mouth open. He stomped towards her. She looked at him and smiled innocently. She had her book bag on the empty space to the side of her.
"Why don't you leave me alone?!? Didn't you hear the rumors about me?!?!!" he asked her.
Celeste smile never flickered. "I told you. This is war. I never give up without a fight."
Seto thought about the answer. He sat down next to her, putting the book bag on her lap. Seeing Celeste surprised face, he smirked mischievously. "I don't give up without a fight either." Celeste fumed. Everybody at the back stared at them as the bus started its usual rounds.
*
Phew! Finally I introduce Celeste. I like this chapter way better than the first one. It's all lot shorter and is sooo cute. ^___^ don't forget to review. Well gotta go. My mom wants me to do chores...= [
!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!CHILD ABUSE!!!!!!!
[For the people who read my other story, High Priest Seto, you know who I'm talking about.^__^]
A little girl woke up at the sound of the front door being opened. She suddenly stood up on her bed and looked at the clock next to her. The glowing red digital clock told her it was 2:45. She hurriedly gathered up a blanket from her bed and went inside her closet. She closed the door quietly and wrapped herself in the blanket to protect her from the oncoming man.
Even inside the small space, she could hear him cursing about the bills. "Oh no," she thought, moving her knees closer towards her chest," Its bill day. It'll be worse." She crouched lower to the floor while moving deeper into the closet shadows.
She began to hear him going further into the house, into the kitchen. Terrified, she listened as she heard a refrigerator open and closed. A few moments later, she heard him open a drawer. Her eyes grew in fear as she realized what he was doing. The drawer was where he kept his loose money. He was using it for the bills. She closed her eyes as she realized how bad it was.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" boomed a drunken voice. There was a few fumbling sounds around the drawer and then a clatter of it being thrown into the wall. The little girl stayed still as the floor shook with strong loud footsteps.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY MONEY, YOU STUPID BITCH!?!?!?!!!" he screamed when he threw open the bedroom door. He surveyed the empty bed and grew angrier. Furious, he went straight into the closet and opened the door. A pair of strong hands grasps the girl's ankles. The man pulled the girl out of the closet, away from her little sanctuary.
With a shaking finger, he pointed accusingly at the girl." Where's my fucking money! Tell me or I'll kill you!"
The girl looked at the man, her father. "I didn't take your STUPID MONEY!" she lied.
The man snarled and swung his fists at a nearby vase in attempt to scare the child. The vase lay shattered on the floor. The girl didn't flinch.
"YOU ASSHOLE OF A CHILD. " he screamed at her. Then, lowering his voice, he asked menacingly," I know you took it! Tell me where is it or I'll swing you to the wall."
The girl stared unblinkingly at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
The man screamed in fury and grabbed the girl's waist. With all his strength, he flung her to the wall. The girl landed, fortunately, landed back first on the wall and had managed to avoid her head and neck area.
She struggled onto her feet and managed to sit up, angering her father even more. He stomped towards her and removed his belt. Before she noticed however, she heard the air as the leather belt was cutting it. She gave a yelp as her father strike the belt on her arm, causing a small bruise to form.
"Stop it!" she screamed," You're hurting me!" He ignored the pleas and continued to thrash the belt on her arms and legs.
After doing this ten more times, he finally succeeded into making the girl cry. "Teach you not to lie to me." he said and walked out the room. The girl waited for the sound of the master bedroom being closed until she finally got up. A sudden stab of pain caused her to fall back down again. Her tears fell silently onto the carpeted floor.
She found what's left of her strength and pulled herself up to closed the bedroom door. Aching all over, she went towards a chest of drawers. Opening the third drawer down, she found what she was looking for: a first aid kit.
Crudely, she tried to bandage up the bruises and cuts from the assault. After she was finished, she places the box under her bed and went to the closet to get her pillow and blankets.
Wrapping the blanket tightly around her, she tried the best she could to ignore the aches of her scars.
"Stupid school." she thought to herself. If it weren't for the supplies she had needed, she wouldn't have to take some of the money out from the drawer. She had told her father, when he wasn't drinking, that she needed to go to the store to buy some materials but he had forgotten. So, she just took some and went to buy them herself. "Stupid beer," she thought. Angry tears rolled down her bruised cheeks.
This all started when she was only 5 years old and started kindergarten. Her parents never got along. They argued over money, dad's drinking habit, and accusing each other of being unfaithful. You can hardly believe they were ever in love.
Until one day, her mother ran away. She just packed up her stuff and ran off, leaving her daughter alone. Her father acted like it was a blessing but drank more and more. Everything always happens the same way. Her father gets drunk and angry about something, takes it out on her, and beats her up. The next morning, he would apologize and act like he actually cares for her. Then, he would buy her something as a bribe to keep her quiet.
She looked around the room at the dozens of dolls and teddy bear. The shattered vase of the floor was an item from an event a week ago.
Gazing out the window, she fell asleep watching the stars and the moon. Something about them always seem to comfort her......
*
The dull yellow bus stopped in front of him. Seto quietly walked up on the bus and looked at the familiar sitting arrangement. People who were smart or quiet sat down near the front. The back was practically reserved for the more popular students, like Max and his goonies.
He smirked when he saw the empty seat he usually sat in. Max had done a great job of telling people he was someone to avoid. Even if the bus was so crowded that the students had to be seated three in a single seat, they never dared to sit with Seto. He didn't mind though, he never worried about looking for a place to sit and loved the peace and quiet.
Seto and Max barely talk to each other anymore. Their kindergarten year was spent giving each other glares or refusing to notice each other's existence. It was the first day of first grade and nothing seemed to change.
Seto sat down and slid his book bag on the empty side. This was his own signal that he doesn't want anyone to sit near him. Whenever a new student asks him to remove the book bag, he ignored them and the person will usually get the idea.
The bus started up again. It moved down the familiar neighborhoods and stops. When the last kid was picked up, though, they didn't head straight to the school. "Hey Driver!" said someone in the front." School's the other way!"
The bus driver turned his head a little to the left and replied," New student." Some people moaned. The bus turned into a small-cozy looking street and shook as it ran over the cobblestone street.
They finally stopped in front of a brick house. A girl about Seto's age walked up the steps. She wore a long-sleeved loose turtleneck with a pair of plain jeans. Her raven-black hair was tied in a ponytail.
"Oh great," Celeste thought as she looked at the seats. Every seat seemed to be taken already by two or three people, except one, which only had a brown haired boy sitting on it. "Excuse me," she said to the boy, pointing at his book bag that blocked the space. Seto didn't move. "Just like the rest," he thought, smirking to himself. "I won't move my book bag and she'd just move right along."
"Excuse me." Celeste said, this time a little bit agitated. Seto still didn't move his book bag. The bus started moving. He waited for the girl to sit down with another person.
"How rude!" she thought. She began to walk down the aisle but stopped herself. "What am I doing?" she thought to herself," I'm not going to let him win." Nudging the book bag towards Seto, she made a small enough space to sit down. It wasn't comfortable, but at least she didn't have a place to sit.
Seto turned his head to look at the girl who just sat next to him. "Who does this girl think she is?" he asked himself. He looked her over. It wasn't unusual for her to be wearing a long-sleeve. It was fall.
He noticed that she had bright green eyes. "She has pretty eyes." he found himself thinking. Surprised at what he just done, he looked out the window again. For some unknown reason, Seto felt something familiar about her.
Celeste observed the boy. He had shaggy brown hair and dark blue eyes. "He would look pretty cute," she thought, blushing," if he smiles." There's something familiar about him, too.
Suddenly, the bus took a sharp curve. Celeste tried to prepare herself, but it was too late. She fell right on the floor in the middle of the aisle. Seto only glanced but turned to look back out the window.
Celeste couldn't believe how cold the boy was. The whole bus started laughing, especially the back. Celeste went crimson and went back next to Seto. She couldn't believe that she was already acting like an idiot before she was even on school campus. Her legs ached. "Great." she thought sarcastically," the fall must've hit one of my bruises."
"That'll teach her to leave me alone," Seto thought.
"I can't believe I thought he was cute!" she thought angrily.
The laughter died down as the bus stopped in front of the school building. Celeste got up and ran out the door. She stopped in front of her new school and looked at all of her new peers. "Hi!" a voice said behind her.
She turned around to see a handsome boy with blond hair and light green eyes. "Hi, I'm Max Hitome." he started. There was a bunch of other kids at the back of him. He must be one of the popular ones. She recognized him as one of the kids who laughed at her on the bus.
"Hi. I'm Celeste Tanaku," she said. There was an answer of greetings.
"I'm sorry about what that other boy did to you." he said." his name is Seto. He's really grumpy and stuck up. Always bragging and showing-off.."
Celeste thought about what Max had said. "He doesn't look that mean...." she started.
Max rolled his eyes to his friends who laughed. "He doesn't look like it but he can be a real grouch. What teacher do you have?"
Celeste took out a piece of paper from her jean pocket. "Umm. Mrs. Kigochui, Room 89."
"Sorry," he said," I don't have class with you. I hope you like our school so far." He said goodbye and waved as the bell rang for school.
Seto had watched the girl talking to Max. "Oh well," he said as he closed the book he was reading." At least she'll be sure to leave me alone now." He walked off and headed to his classroom.
*
Seto sighed as he walked into his first grade classroom. Mrs. Kigochui, his teacher, wanted to seat the class in alphabetical order. The teacher had taped index cards with the children's names on the desk. Seto's was in the last seat in the second row. He sat down and waited for the class to begin. He pulled out a book and ignored the stare that Mrs. Kigochui gave him.
"Its you!"
Seto looked over his book and saw a set of familiar green eyes. An angry looking girl looked at him with a mixture of astonishment and surprise. Not only I'm in his class, I have to sit in front of him!" she thought.
"Do you mind? I'm reading," he said calmly.
"Ms. Tanaku." said Mrs. Kigochui, sternly," Can you please lower your voice?"
"Yes, Mrs. Kigochui," She sat down and turned back to Seto.
"Why were you so mean to me?" she asked, anger still lingering in her eyes.
Seto shrugged. "I didn't do anything to you. You fell by yourself. Its not my fault you were clumsy."
Celeste's jaw fell. She quickly shut it. "You wouldn't move your stupid book bag!" she said, her voice trembling.
Seto slammed his book down. "Well maybe I like my own seat! Maybe I didn't want you to sit with me!" he said, looking Celeste straight into her eye. Then, at the very worst time, a thought crossed his mind: what beautiful green eyes. He suddenly looked away quickly. He was blushing.
Celeste squinted her eyes at Seto. Who does this guy think he is? King of the Bus Seats?!?
"Class? Can I have your attention please?" Mrs Kigochue said to the class. "This is war," she declared to Seto and turned around.
Throughout the class, Seto couldn't concentrate on anything but the faults of a certain girl. "Who does that girl think she is? She's so stupid and rude and ignorant and....". He even thought about pulling her ponytail in front of him. *
When the bell ring to release the students for the afternoon, Celeste gave a smirk to Seto and ran in front of him to the buses. "Wonder what's up with her?" Seto thought, walking slowly to his bus.
He went inside and saw someone in his seat. Celeste gave a smirk and waved to him. Seto felt his mouth open. He stomped towards her. She looked at him and smiled innocently. She had her book bag on the empty space to the side of her.
"Why don't you leave me alone?!? Didn't you hear the rumors about me?!?!!" he asked her.
Celeste smile never flickered. "I told you. This is war. I never give up without a fight."
Seto thought about the answer. He sat down next to her, putting the book bag on her lap. Seeing Celeste surprised face, he smirked mischievously. "I don't give up without a fight either." Celeste fumed. Everybody at the back stared at them as the bus started its usual rounds.
*
Phew! Finally I introduce Celeste. I like this chapter way better than the first one. It's all lot shorter and is sooo cute. ^___^ don't forget to review. Well gotta go. My mom wants me to do chores...= [