Here is the second chapter. Hope you like it and please R/R
I walked outside just as the wind picked up, causing the humans near me to pull their jackets around them. Heat I can take easily (I trained for that too) but the cold cuts through me like a sword. Reaching my usual lunch spot over by the library, I sit down and look through some of the textbooks I had gotten from my previous class. I had to keep up the masquerade of a slightly over-average transfer-student.
I had taken the entrance exam and was careful to score high enough that they wanted me at the school, but low enough that I was put in the 'normal' classes rather than the 'honors' courses. This was the last week of school. There was some kind of brake coming up. 'Winter Brake' I think it's called. All the students were excited about it. Except for me of course. The only thing I had to do over this brake was training…but that was always fun.
Getting bored with the textbooks, I turned into my backpack for my drawing pad. Had any other student gotten a hold of it they would think me a fantasy artist. However, all my drawings came from creatures I've seen in my travels. But if Son found it I think he would recognize a sketch of a tailed beast known as Frieza. Frieza had haunted my dreams for many, many years. I had reasons enough to hate him and want to kill him (but Son's dad had beaten me too it). I had almost as many reasons for that hatred towards Frieza as I did did-DO-Hate King Vegeta, the King of the Saiyan race. But my hatred ran right through to the rest of the royal family too. According to my Code of Honor and Pride that I had been taught since I was old enough to understand words (if not the meanings) I had every right (and I was almost obliged) to destroy Prince Vegeta. If not him then his son. Although I doubt very highly that Prince Vegeta had a son. I know him too well. Or knew him. Who knows? People and Times change.
As I was finishing up my sketch of an Orato (A silver-blue wolf-like and viscous creature with falcon wings) a shadow fell over my work.
"That's really good!" It's owner said. A little annoyed at the disturbance, I looked up at the person who had decided to bother me. At that time my heart decided to try and escape it's imprisonment in my chest. Only training and experience kept my face expressionless and a yelp from escaping with my heart. I swallowed them both down and looked into eyes as black as night.
"Thank you." I said.
"May I see some more?" Son asked. My hands tensed on my drawing pad and my face heated a bit. Son couldn't see that drawing of Frieza. It was too close to the real thing to be mistaken for something else!
"N-no." I stuttered, loosing control of my voice. I cursed myself silently for that. "This is the best I've done." I said quickly. Maybe he'd thing that my red-tinged face was from embarrassment. "The rest is just sketches of dreams." I shoved the pad back into my backpack. Son just smiled at me and shrugged.
"I think it's better than you know." He said then grinned, "I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Son Gohan and this is Videl. Doozo yoroshiku*." Videl nodded.
"Doozo yoroshiku." She said. I silently cursed myself again for noticing only Gohan and be blind enough to miss the girl.
"I'm Shirokuro Aida.* Doozo yoroshiku." I said flatly. What could he possibly want? My heart fell. It looks like I won't have to wait until tomorrow for that answer. He knows. Or at least he suspects. What now?
*Doozo yoroshiku: basically means "how do you do" but I think its literal translation is something like "take it easy on me" or something like that
Shiroskuro Aida: you guys should probably know this already but incase you don't (don't feel bad if you don't know) In Japan, "Last names" or family names come first. then the "first name" or given name comes next. Aida is his given name and his family name is Shirokuro. another example is: Son Goku. Son is the family name and Goku is his given name......okay I'm done ranting now.
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-Sword of Trunks