I played my first few hands sort of quickly. That usually happens to me when I know my opponent. Maybe its just the way I am personally, but I'm sure others are like that also. And this was just a game of shidougo between Notsurira and I. I hope one day she gets as good as me, it will be more fun that way. Hm... maybe Will will get good also, but he doesn't seem to into it.
"Hm... where is Will?" Notsurira asked. She then carefully moved into the next hand.
"I don't know, maybe I should go look for him?" I asked. "He said he had to make up a test today or something. But he also said he would show up later."
"I'll come too," replied Notsurira. So we got up and left the game. Stones still aligned and ready to do battle, and the harmony of the wood and the stone peacefully setting a scenic mood for our club. Our club room was shabby and a bit broken up. It had originally been a storage closet, but nobody uses it any more. So my math teacher said I could use it for whatever. There were still shelves in here, and broken desks even. But all we cared about was that it was for our club. I brought a Goban from home, and it was good for playing on, while cheap at the same time. I had made it myself in a workshop class. And while I didn't get a good grade on it, "to simple, even an idiot could do this," was what my workshop teacher said, I appreciated it, and it was very useful when making the club. I could even leave it here, instead of having to take it home every day like I might of had to. And that was our club, our room, our place, that we were leaving right now, never thinking we might one day not come back. Peace.
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"Get out of my way freak," shouted out a big senior named Bururi. "I don't want your stupid face anywhere near me get it?" A crowd had started to form as me and John started going down there stairs in search of Will. It was so big, that we couldn't see who Bururi was bullying this time. Also, we couldn't tell by the voice of the victim, because he, or she, refused to speak. "Oh I see, you can't speak can you? Don't you know when you bump into somebody, your supposed to say sorry?"
"Sorry...," the unknown kid murmured softly. I could make out that it was a he, but I still couldn't tell who it was. So I pushed my way through the crowd, hoping for a glimpse, but to no avail.
"Speak up moron," shouted out Bururi. "Maybe you need some more persuasion. Get down on the ground!!! Or else I'll smash you down there for you." I kept trying to push through the huge crowd, and finally I got a glimpse! And while I couldn't make out the kids face, I did see his legs, and saw he stood his ground. "I'm not kidding punk, get down now, or else your dead!!!" Bururi continued to torment him as best as he could. But yet, the kid still stood still.
"What is that idiot doing Notsurira?" asked John, as he pushed his way beside me. "Doesn't he realize what he is dealing with?" I wanted to reply to John, but I couldn't I had no clue what to say, and no advice as to what we should do. So I just nodded and turned back towards the mob.
Like a bullet at a fly, the impact was unbearable. Like when someone kills your own mom or dad, you just can't watch these kind of things. I ducked away as a huge fist landed sharply and painfully on the poor kids face. A bit of blood fell towards the ground with him, and everyone knew to back away. And even the people who knew Bururi best, knew what a cruel kid he was, still were surprised when he laughed.
"So is that all you got tough guy?" shouted Bururi. Though he might of sounded it, he wasn't at all disappointed by the situation. He just laughed again at this perfect chance to show how tough he was. He kicked his fallen foe across the floor with one mighty sweep. I lost sight of him once again. Then, miraculously, he stood up again. And from the fallen boy, who now stood up tall and soaked in his own blood, I felt a strange aura of both anger and power. Blood started to fall from his face like rain. His own anger was increasing his wounds, making his pain feel unbearable to just us spectators. The the whole word started to change. I felt as if the whole world began to feel paler, and emptier then it had before. And all around us, faint shadows began to float, people that we had never seemed before, were walking beside us like nothing was going on at all. No! They were walking through us! And then, from that pale darken world we were all suffering through, that humid painful land we lived in, as if we were in the presence of death it self, shot out a flaming blue light. It seemed to warp the fabrics of time itself as its eery presence moved throughout the room. And then, my mind was warped out, distorted like time itself was that day. And i felt my vision moving like a camera would. The edges of my eyes were blurred and smeared towards the center vocal point. That vocal point that moved throughout the people in the room, over, above, around, everywhere, until finally it found its target. The source of the blue light, a kid with the aura rising from out of him. That kid with blood dropping to the ground like rain. The same one who had been punched out, like he was a doll, now was shifting time itself. As time began to slow down, he dashed forward, and jawed the bully. He fell to the ground, and then the world began to return to normal. But not before I got a glimpse of his face.
When everything seemed to return, doing so as quickly as it changed, I found myself in front of all the other people. Then, I starred in disbelief at the solemn figure who's aura had shifted time itself. I starred at him, and he starred back at me. Both of us in shock, because we knew it was the other one. Both of us wanted to say, "no thats not the other," or something, because we didn't want it to be that other person, it could of been anyone else, but not them.
"Wi...Wi...Wi...Will!" I shouted out as my eyes started to flood. My disbelief began to consume me, and he turned his tear filled head towards me. His bloody wounds erupted like volcanoes, and he fell on one knee. But then, he looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and shook his head. Shaking it sorrowfully, like a soldier who had to tell his best friends wife, that her husband was dead. And he got back up again, tears still stained with his blood, and ran.
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