After a moment, Jennifer noticed that she had been staring at him and
responded to his greeting.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer. What's your name?"
The boy's eyes flickered; as if he was trying to catch a memory ha just couldn't reach.
"I.don't know", he replied at last, apparently troubled by this discovery.
"You don't know your own name?" Jennifer asked, "Then I'll just name you myself. How does 'Kuro' (1) sound?"
"(1)Troublemaker?" he said and laughed at the translation. "I guess you could call me that. So, what do you want to do, now that we know each other?"
"Ever played Ding-Dong Ditch?"
They ran down the nearest subdivision that they came to, hiding quickly when they rang the doorbells. When they reached Jennifer's house, Jennifer noticed Kuro's confused expression and guessed that he had no where to stay.
"Don't worry, you can stay with me."
Later that night, Jennifer heard a scuffling sound coming from the living room. Upon going downstairs to investigate, she found Kuro sitting next to the window, looking up at the night sky.
"Couldn't sleep?"
Kuro looked startled for a moment, then replied.
"Yeah. Looking at the stars always helps me sleep."
"Sure you don't want some warm milk, or something?"
"Nah, 'night Jennifer."
" 'Night Kuro."
The next morning, Jennifer awoke to a wonderful smell. 'I wonder what that could be?' she thought. She got out of bed, dressed quickly, and went downstairs, following the scent into the kitchen. There, she found Kuro, cooking, still in the pajama pants Jennifer had "borrowed" from her father, who was away on business.
"You know how to cook?" Jennifer asked, amazed that a teenage boy could cook.
"Of course," Kuro replied, "Would you like bacon or sausage?"
That afternoon, Jennifer and Kuro were walking through town, when Jennifer decided to ask Kuro a question that had been bothering her for a while.
"Kuro, do you think we're twins or something? I mean, we do look a lot alike."
Kuro gave the thought the consideration it deserved before answering.
"I don't know, although it is very strange how much alike we look.So, where are we going today?"
"I don't know. We could go to the museum," Jennifer offered.
"Okay."
Walking through the museum, Jennifer and Kuro saw many interesting exhibits from dinosaurs to armor, they saw everything. Finally, the only exhibit they hadn't seen was the one about ancient Egypt. Inside, they found mummies and coffins, jewelry and carvings, but, by far, the most interresting there was the stone. The stone depicted a pharaoh, a black- haired, crimson-eyed pharaoh, who appeared to be ordering his guards after a young brown-haired, blue-eyed boy.
"Kuro, that looks just like you," Jennifer whispered.
Kuro didn't hear her; he wasn't there anymore. Suddenly, he was back in Egypt. Memories came flooding back to him, but he didn't notice them eighther. He was too busy reliving this memory, the memory of day his whole life changed.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- (1): Pronounced coo-row; Japanese for troublemaker So, what do you think? Should I continue this story, or leave it here? R/R!
"Hi, I'm Jennifer. What's your name?"
The boy's eyes flickered; as if he was trying to catch a memory ha just couldn't reach.
"I.don't know", he replied at last, apparently troubled by this discovery.
"You don't know your own name?" Jennifer asked, "Then I'll just name you myself. How does 'Kuro' (1) sound?"
"(1)Troublemaker?" he said and laughed at the translation. "I guess you could call me that. So, what do you want to do, now that we know each other?"
"Ever played Ding-Dong Ditch?"
They ran down the nearest subdivision that they came to, hiding quickly when they rang the doorbells. When they reached Jennifer's house, Jennifer noticed Kuro's confused expression and guessed that he had no where to stay.
"Don't worry, you can stay with me."
Later that night, Jennifer heard a scuffling sound coming from the living room. Upon going downstairs to investigate, she found Kuro sitting next to the window, looking up at the night sky.
"Couldn't sleep?"
Kuro looked startled for a moment, then replied.
"Yeah. Looking at the stars always helps me sleep."
"Sure you don't want some warm milk, or something?"
"Nah, 'night Jennifer."
" 'Night Kuro."
The next morning, Jennifer awoke to a wonderful smell. 'I wonder what that could be?' she thought. She got out of bed, dressed quickly, and went downstairs, following the scent into the kitchen. There, she found Kuro, cooking, still in the pajama pants Jennifer had "borrowed" from her father, who was away on business.
"You know how to cook?" Jennifer asked, amazed that a teenage boy could cook.
"Of course," Kuro replied, "Would you like bacon or sausage?"
That afternoon, Jennifer and Kuro were walking through town, when Jennifer decided to ask Kuro a question that had been bothering her for a while.
"Kuro, do you think we're twins or something? I mean, we do look a lot alike."
Kuro gave the thought the consideration it deserved before answering.
"I don't know, although it is very strange how much alike we look.So, where are we going today?"
"I don't know. We could go to the museum," Jennifer offered.
"Okay."
Walking through the museum, Jennifer and Kuro saw many interesting exhibits from dinosaurs to armor, they saw everything. Finally, the only exhibit they hadn't seen was the one about ancient Egypt. Inside, they found mummies and coffins, jewelry and carvings, but, by far, the most interresting there was the stone. The stone depicted a pharaoh, a black- haired, crimson-eyed pharaoh, who appeared to be ordering his guards after a young brown-haired, blue-eyed boy.
"Kuro, that looks just like you," Jennifer whispered.
Kuro didn't hear her; he wasn't there anymore. Suddenly, he was back in Egypt. Memories came flooding back to him, but he didn't notice them eighther. He was too busy reliving this memory, the memory of day his whole life changed.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- (1): Pronounced coo-row; Japanese for troublemaker So, what do you think? Should I continue this story, or leave it here? R/R!