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chibi maou - tanaka kimiko:#8
Miko ran until her sides burned, but she couldn't stop. She imagined that she was running with two knifes stuck in her sides. In the distance, Miko saw a large looming shape. Was that...a...giant blob with a crown?? She slowed to a walk and found herself in front of the famous Penguin- King Park. The plastic bird was illuminated by the setting afternoon sun, casting a large shadow over her. The penguin glowed bright orange in the light. She sighed and sat in one of the swings, swinging back and forth until her pain began to ease. 'I'm screwed.' she muttered to herself. She watched the sun set, glimmering out from under a low cloud. Then, the sun died. The park's blazing reddish red hues faded to give way to blue and black colors. Miko got off the swings and shuffled over to the Penguin Slide, still clutching the pieces of her skateboard tightly to herself. 'I really don't feel like going home now...' she thought. She decided that she might as well sleep under the slide, since it was quite a long distance to go back home anyway. "Dad's gonna be mad... Well, he'll probably be home so late, he'll just eat and go to sleep. He won't notice this once." she concluded. She crouched down and looked into the niche under the slide. "Looks nice, ne Sukebo? Except...what's that huge black thing in the corner...?"
A loud, low growl answered her question. Miko stiffened and slowly stepped back. "N-nice doggy..." she whispered apprehensively. "I'm gonna leave you alone now...good doggy..." The dog jumped up and scrambled onto its long legs. The dog's long sleek face was pulled back into a fierce snarl and the pricked pointed ears were flattened against its skull.
"Oh jeez, I hate Dobermans..." she whined. Kimiko broke into a run again, with the dog tailing behind. She knew these kinds of dogs were bred for these kinds of chases, she couldn't keep it up much longer. Her bag felt like a dead weight dragging her down. Her legs were exhausted and heavy as lead. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp tug on one arm. The dog had gotten a hold of her sleeve. She took a piece of Sukebo and brought it against the dog's head with all her might. The animal whined and released her. "BAD DOG!" she yelled. "HELP! CRAZY DOG!"
The Doberman regained its senses and jumped at her again. This time, it got a mouthful of wood, specifically, half of Sukebo. It proceeded in shredding it to pieces "Nooo!!" cried Kimiko. She took off her backpack and swung it at the animal. After two blows from the heavy books inside, the dog gave her one last snap of its jaws, and retreated into the shadows. The girl's shoulders sagged. With a heavy heart, she turned away from the mutilated half of her board, in the direction of her apartment, and made her way through the dark streets.
She opened the door to her apartment as quietly as she could, taking her shoes off and putting them outside the door before coming in. She tiptoed across the carpet to her room, her shoulders hunched, and her head hanging low like a guilty animal. A loud snore told her her brother was already asleep. 'Hopefully, dad is too..' she thought. Her hand reached gingerly for the doorknob on her door, almost there...
"Kimiko. Where the hell have you been?" said a stern, but tired voice behind her. "Do you know how worried I've been? I was going to call the police if ya didn't come home in 5 more minutes." it continued with the heavy Osaka-accent.
"I'm sorry Dad... I didn't mean ta worry you, I just... I went to skate...and then...I went to a park...and...there was this dog..." she trailed off. Her dad sighed heavily. "Don't do it again, ya hear? It's too late for dis. And why weren't you wearing any freakin' pads? You're scratched ta pieces. One of these days you'll break yer head in half on one of those stupid boards. Go put some bandages on, they're in da cabinet. Tell your brother to help ya." And with that, her father sighed and got ready for bed. He had a long day of work ahead of him.
"Tell Onii-san to help me. Yeah right. Why does dad always talk to me like I'm some baby?" sighed Miko as she stood on a chair to reach the top of the cabinet, and found a box of bandaids. She washed her cuts in the sink, wincing at the hot water and abrasive towel. After she had sufficiently plastered herself, she kicked open the door to her room and flopped onto her bed, not even bothering to undress or get under the covers. In her arms, she cradled the splintered remains of her best friend. Posters of her skater idols watched her from their frozen mid-air poses as she fell into a troubled sleep.
The next morning, Kimiko was woken up by the thundering vibrations blasting from her brother's room. There was nothing but a thin plaster wall separating her head and his booming stereo. "No....too early for dis..." She griped. After tossing and turning a few times, she got up, grabbing her pillow on her way out. She took a deep breath and threw open his door.
"ONII-SAN!!" she yelled, competing with the volume of his 'music" and blinking in the sudden light from his window. He was playing air guitar with his back to her, and didn't notice him. She launched her pillow at his head. "ONII-SAN!! TURN THAT DOWN! YOU KNOW THE LANDLORD WILL GET PISSED AT DAD!!" He turned around and gave her a dirty look. "Who said you could come in here? Go to school, brat." he scratched his goatee and turned back to his stereo. "Killer nightmare, singing to me, diiiiiee for me, LIVING DEAD GIRL!" he wailed to the music. Miko glowered at her brother, and turned to leave. She saw a poster of a scantily dressed blonde near the door. There was a word bubble penned in on top of her head; and inside were the words, 'Let's get dirty!' in her brother's handwriting. "Ewww..." she moaned, ripping it off and crumpling it into a ball. Her brother didn't notice, he was still headbanging on the other side of the room.
Not surprisingly, she was late for class. 'Hoofing it', as she liked to call it, was much slower than going on wheels, and she had been dragging her feet the whole way. The teacher was about to give her another stern remark, but when he saw the pitiful look she gave him, he decided the lecture could wait. Tomoyo smiled reassuringly at her neighbor as she sat down, but Miko didn't look her way. She just sat in her chair and laid her head on her desk. When Terada-sensei turned around, Meiling poked her friend. "Hey. Hey! What's wrong?" she hissed. Kimiko shrugged her shoulders without lifting her head. During the lesson, students kept turning around to look at her, but she didn't move from her closed-up position. At lunchtime, she chose to stay in the classroom and eat alone, but her friends were worried and stayed back with her. Even Sakura got up her courage and tried to help. "Please tell us what's wrong, Kimiko-chan."
"Did you fall and get hurt?" asked Rika. "You're covered with bandages." remarked Chiharu. "I've. Just. Had. A Bad. Day." Miko muttered through gritted teeth. Tomoyo looked at her sadly, and took Miko's darker hand into hers. "I'm very sorry to hear it, Kimiko- chan. But remember, we're your friends, always we'll be here for you." Kimiko looked up tenderly into Tomoyo's deep sapphire eyes, and for a moment, everything was perfect again. But then, Tomoyo's hand gently slipped away and the beautiful hallucination ended. "Whenever I feel unhappy, I find reading a good book always helps." piped Naoko. "I have plenty of good one here. As a matter of fact, I brought one today that you'd really like." she added, pulling it out of her bag. "It's about a boy who is brought up in a regular house with his horrible uncle and aunt, but he finds out he's actually a wizard. It's really popular in England and America, and they just finished translating it into Japanese. Would you like to borrow it?" she asked. Kimiko shook her head. "I'm not really into reading. Thanks anyway." Naoko's glasses fogged, but she nodded silently. Meiling offered her a homemade Chinese bun, but Miko said she wasn't hungry. "But you said they were your favorite!" protested Meiling jokingly. The skater girl sighed. "Ok, ok, gimme a bun. I'll take the book too. Whatever." she accepted, with a smile to her friends. Chiharu smirked. "And if that doesn't help, you can strangle Takashi. That usually makes me feel better."
chibi maou - tanaka kimiko:#8
Miko ran until her sides burned, but she couldn't stop. She imagined that she was running with two knifes stuck in her sides. In the distance, Miko saw a large looming shape. Was that...a...giant blob with a crown?? She slowed to a walk and found herself in front of the famous Penguin- King Park. The plastic bird was illuminated by the setting afternoon sun, casting a large shadow over her. The penguin glowed bright orange in the light. She sighed and sat in one of the swings, swinging back and forth until her pain began to ease. 'I'm screwed.' she muttered to herself. She watched the sun set, glimmering out from under a low cloud. Then, the sun died. The park's blazing reddish red hues faded to give way to blue and black colors. Miko got off the swings and shuffled over to the Penguin Slide, still clutching the pieces of her skateboard tightly to herself. 'I really don't feel like going home now...' she thought. She decided that she might as well sleep under the slide, since it was quite a long distance to go back home anyway. "Dad's gonna be mad... Well, he'll probably be home so late, he'll just eat and go to sleep. He won't notice this once." she concluded. She crouched down and looked into the niche under the slide. "Looks nice, ne Sukebo? Except...what's that huge black thing in the corner...?"
A loud, low growl answered her question. Miko stiffened and slowly stepped back. "N-nice doggy..." she whispered apprehensively. "I'm gonna leave you alone now...good doggy..." The dog jumped up and scrambled onto its long legs. The dog's long sleek face was pulled back into a fierce snarl and the pricked pointed ears were flattened against its skull.
"Oh jeez, I hate Dobermans..." she whined. Kimiko broke into a run again, with the dog tailing behind. She knew these kinds of dogs were bred for these kinds of chases, she couldn't keep it up much longer. Her bag felt like a dead weight dragging her down. Her legs were exhausted and heavy as lead. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp tug on one arm. The dog had gotten a hold of her sleeve. She took a piece of Sukebo and brought it against the dog's head with all her might. The animal whined and released her. "BAD DOG!" she yelled. "HELP! CRAZY DOG!"
The Doberman regained its senses and jumped at her again. This time, it got a mouthful of wood, specifically, half of Sukebo. It proceeded in shredding it to pieces "Nooo!!" cried Kimiko. She took off her backpack and swung it at the animal. After two blows from the heavy books inside, the dog gave her one last snap of its jaws, and retreated into the shadows. The girl's shoulders sagged. With a heavy heart, she turned away from the mutilated half of her board, in the direction of her apartment, and made her way through the dark streets.
She opened the door to her apartment as quietly as she could, taking her shoes off and putting them outside the door before coming in. She tiptoed across the carpet to her room, her shoulders hunched, and her head hanging low like a guilty animal. A loud snore told her her brother was already asleep. 'Hopefully, dad is too..' she thought. Her hand reached gingerly for the doorknob on her door, almost there...
"Kimiko. Where the hell have you been?" said a stern, but tired voice behind her. "Do you know how worried I've been? I was going to call the police if ya didn't come home in 5 more minutes." it continued with the heavy Osaka-accent.
"I'm sorry Dad... I didn't mean ta worry you, I just... I went to skate...and then...I went to a park...and...there was this dog..." she trailed off. Her dad sighed heavily. "Don't do it again, ya hear? It's too late for dis. And why weren't you wearing any freakin' pads? You're scratched ta pieces. One of these days you'll break yer head in half on one of those stupid boards. Go put some bandages on, they're in da cabinet. Tell your brother to help ya." And with that, her father sighed and got ready for bed. He had a long day of work ahead of him.
"Tell Onii-san to help me. Yeah right. Why does dad always talk to me like I'm some baby?" sighed Miko as she stood on a chair to reach the top of the cabinet, and found a box of bandaids. She washed her cuts in the sink, wincing at the hot water and abrasive towel. After she had sufficiently plastered herself, she kicked open the door to her room and flopped onto her bed, not even bothering to undress or get under the covers. In her arms, she cradled the splintered remains of her best friend. Posters of her skater idols watched her from their frozen mid-air poses as she fell into a troubled sleep.
The next morning, Kimiko was woken up by the thundering vibrations blasting from her brother's room. There was nothing but a thin plaster wall separating her head and his booming stereo. "No....too early for dis..." She griped. After tossing and turning a few times, she got up, grabbing her pillow on her way out. She took a deep breath and threw open his door.
"ONII-SAN!!" she yelled, competing with the volume of his 'music" and blinking in the sudden light from his window. He was playing air guitar with his back to her, and didn't notice him. She launched her pillow at his head. "ONII-SAN!! TURN THAT DOWN! YOU KNOW THE LANDLORD WILL GET PISSED AT DAD!!" He turned around and gave her a dirty look. "Who said you could come in here? Go to school, brat." he scratched his goatee and turned back to his stereo. "Killer nightmare, singing to me, diiiiiee for me, LIVING DEAD GIRL!" he wailed to the music. Miko glowered at her brother, and turned to leave. She saw a poster of a scantily dressed blonde near the door. There was a word bubble penned in on top of her head; and inside were the words, 'Let's get dirty!' in her brother's handwriting. "Ewww..." she moaned, ripping it off and crumpling it into a ball. Her brother didn't notice, he was still headbanging on the other side of the room.
Not surprisingly, she was late for class. 'Hoofing it', as she liked to call it, was much slower than going on wheels, and she had been dragging her feet the whole way. The teacher was about to give her another stern remark, but when he saw the pitiful look she gave him, he decided the lecture could wait. Tomoyo smiled reassuringly at her neighbor as she sat down, but Miko didn't look her way. She just sat in her chair and laid her head on her desk. When Terada-sensei turned around, Meiling poked her friend. "Hey. Hey! What's wrong?" she hissed. Kimiko shrugged her shoulders without lifting her head. During the lesson, students kept turning around to look at her, but she didn't move from her closed-up position. At lunchtime, she chose to stay in the classroom and eat alone, but her friends were worried and stayed back with her. Even Sakura got up her courage and tried to help. "Please tell us what's wrong, Kimiko-chan."
"Did you fall and get hurt?" asked Rika. "You're covered with bandages." remarked Chiharu. "I've. Just. Had. A Bad. Day." Miko muttered through gritted teeth. Tomoyo looked at her sadly, and took Miko's darker hand into hers. "I'm very sorry to hear it, Kimiko- chan. But remember, we're your friends, always we'll be here for you." Kimiko looked up tenderly into Tomoyo's deep sapphire eyes, and for a moment, everything was perfect again. But then, Tomoyo's hand gently slipped away and the beautiful hallucination ended. "Whenever I feel unhappy, I find reading a good book always helps." piped Naoko. "I have plenty of good one here. As a matter of fact, I brought one today that you'd really like." she added, pulling it out of her bag. "It's about a boy who is brought up in a regular house with his horrible uncle and aunt, but he finds out he's actually a wizard. It's really popular in England and America, and they just finished translating it into Japanese. Would you like to borrow it?" she asked. Kimiko shook her head. "I'm not really into reading. Thanks anyway." Naoko's glasses fogged, but she nodded silently. Meiling offered her a homemade Chinese bun, but Miko said she wasn't hungry. "But you said they were your favorite!" protested Meiling jokingly. The skater girl sighed. "Ok, ok, gimme a bun. I'll take the book too. Whatever." she accepted, with a smile to her friends. Chiharu smirked. "And if that doesn't help, you can strangle Takashi. That usually makes me feel better."