Chapter 2: A True Face
First. let's Re-cap. Kurama ran into a strange girl on the way to school. After helping her with her spilled papers, he only caught a glimpse of her name "Lii", which haunted him throughout the day. When meeting up with his new found friend, Yusuke and Kuwabara, along with Hiei, he was teased about having a girl on his mind as Hiei stormed off. ((Ooo...*cough choke sputter*)) Keiko showed up and gave the girl her name, "Nihiryu Liida", or in English Leda NiHiryu, who turned out to be in the same classroom now with Keiko, Yusuke, and Kuwabara. And how is it Keiko knows everything? BECAUSE SHE'S A NOSY LITTLE STALKER!! O.O ok. done now.back on track... With the small satisfaction of knowing all of her name, Kurama headed home. Isn't it cute? ^_^ He's becoming an obsessed stalker. *Thinks of her own. O.o* ****************************************************************
Leda sighed as she quietly stepped upstairs to her room, glancing at the clock in the hall, it was past 10. It had been a long day, and she had tried her hardest not to come to the house that was supposed to be her home. Her stepfather was gone, but her mother was downstairs in the kitchen with a woman that looked to be her twin, only darker... Once inside her room, she shuts the door and tosses her bag next to her bed, falling face first into the pillows on the Victorian style bedding.
Dear gods in the heavens, it had been a long day. She shifted her head and reached into an open box, having not finished unpacking from the recent move, picking out a small leather bound book. Leda shifted her weight and leaned off the side of the bed, digging around the box and pulling out a feathered quill and an ink well. Opening the book and dipping the quill in the well, she began to write on a blank page.
My dearest Rasio, or shall I call you Shee o, as when I was younger?
It only seems fit that since you gave me this blank book that I should write to you. I always could tell you everything. It's my first day in Japan, and while it's lovely at times. I hate it, no, loathe it. How could my mother drag me here? I was happy where I was. My friends were there, you were there. Today was horrible from the very beginning, shall I tell you?
Firstly, Shee o, I woke up semi-late. I had no time to eat breakfast, only to make my lunch and run out the door. After about a block or two I decided I would make it on time and proceeded at a general fast walk. Upon rounding the corner right near my school, Sarayashiki, I slammed straight into some high school student and landed on my rear. The nerve! A high school student no less! He should know to walk on the right side of the side walk. But ,none the less. My papers had scattered so I began picking them up, as least he was intelligent enough to apologize and help me, but I was too upset to say anything to him. What struck me about him, were his red hair and green eyes, peculiar no?
I was introduced to my new class about 15 minutes later. To be truthful, I was frightened. I've never been around so many people as this city. and having to work with 20 people? Not even that many people live at home. Yes, I still call it home. This new house. is NOT my home. My class was timid. However, later, at lunch a few boys in my class were roughing some others up from other classes. Frankly, I didn't pay attention, just sat on a low wall and ate my sandwich.
Rasio, I swear they were staring at me. They kept glancing at me and then talking to their friends. They were *talking* about me. I suspect all schools are like this, aren't they? All I have to talk to though is this book you've given me before we left, which explains why I write to you in and of it's self. Though the rest of the day went by quietly, when the last bell rang, I wanted nothing more then to get away, once I was out of the gates I ran for nearly two blocks. On the way home I spotted a park that I had missed on the way to school. So I set my bag down by a pair of swings and sat down.
The wind was blowing a bit, it is autumn so it happens quite often, while I swung there for a while. It was a mixture of flying and falling, I love the feeling. After what seemed like hours to me, I finally got off the swing, that's when I realized that there was a person there standing next to me, off to the side.
It was that red haired boy! The one from the morning that ran into me and spilled my papers. He was holding my bag and offering it to me.
Kurama smiled at her and held her bag out a bit farther for her to grab. Her pale face slightly flustered as she snatched it, hugging it to her chest. She stared at him, not a glare, not a nervous look, just a plain stare. He just smiled again.
"I apologize again for earlier. You're new here, though, correct? A couple friends of mine are in your class I believe. Kuwabara Kuzuma, Yukimora Keiko?"
Slowly she nodded, Kuwabara was the one who would flinch as she passed, tall and incredibly ugly, and Keiko was the teachers' favorite it seemed. She had already memorized her face and voice, merely to save her time of the tedious process of trying to recognize her through the next few days, just to ignore her.
Leda turned to walk away and Kurama gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Wait. Let me walk you home.It's the least I can offer to do after knocking you down."
*At least he has manners* She turned slightly to look up at him. "Fine."
Kurama smiled. "Thank you for allowing me the privilege. I'm Minamino Suichi. You may call me Kurama if you wish, most do."
She nodded her head again. "I'm Leda NiHiryu." She spoke her name in English, the way she was used to, and didn't bother correcting herself.
Leda mostly tried to stay in front of the red-haired boy, but he remained near her at all times, to her dismay. Often she shot glances to him and clutched her bag over her chest tighter.
Kurama smiled at her when he caught her eyes glaring at him, but said nothing, staying at least a half step behind her, since he didn't know where she lived at all. They walked for about fifteen minutes before Leda finally stopped walking along street way. Calmly he looked to her. Her head was down and she was showing no signs of walking any further. His eyes caught the house they had arrived at.
It was a cross between a modern apartment, and an old Shinto shrine. He shifted to face it. The house was of good size, had two stories and would fit a typical family comfortably. Bushes and flowers decorated the outside and a small gravel path led from the door to the gate they were standing in front of.
"Is this your house?" Kurama's green eyes made it backed to Leda's shadowed face.
Very timidly she nodded, and headed for the gate. Kurama caught her arm again and pulled her around and he bowed to her. She looked up slowly and blinked at him, soon turning into a soft glare. Bowing back quickly she turned and walked straight to her house, not looking back to him. Once safely inside she leaned against the door and sighed.
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All right, I know it's not that long. I just didn't see any reason to continue it. Deal with it!
First. let's Re-cap. Kurama ran into a strange girl on the way to school. After helping her with her spilled papers, he only caught a glimpse of her name "Lii", which haunted him throughout the day. When meeting up with his new found friend, Yusuke and Kuwabara, along with Hiei, he was teased about having a girl on his mind as Hiei stormed off. ((Ooo...*cough choke sputter*)) Keiko showed up and gave the girl her name, "Nihiryu Liida", or in English Leda NiHiryu, who turned out to be in the same classroom now with Keiko, Yusuke, and Kuwabara. And how is it Keiko knows everything? BECAUSE SHE'S A NOSY LITTLE STALKER!! O.O ok. done now.back on track... With the small satisfaction of knowing all of her name, Kurama headed home. Isn't it cute? ^_^ He's becoming an obsessed stalker. *Thinks of her own. O.o* ****************************************************************
Leda sighed as she quietly stepped upstairs to her room, glancing at the clock in the hall, it was past 10. It had been a long day, and she had tried her hardest not to come to the house that was supposed to be her home. Her stepfather was gone, but her mother was downstairs in the kitchen with a woman that looked to be her twin, only darker... Once inside her room, she shuts the door and tosses her bag next to her bed, falling face first into the pillows on the Victorian style bedding.
Dear gods in the heavens, it had been a long day. She shifted her head and reached into an open box, having not finished unpacking from the recent move, picking out a small leather bound book. Leda shifted her weight and leaned off the side of the bed, digging around the box and pulling out a feathered quill and an ink well. Opening the book and dipping the quill in the well, she began to write on a blank page.
My dearest Rasio, or shall I call you Shee o, as when I was younger?
It only seems fit that since you gave me this blank book that I should write to you. I always could tell you everything. It's my first day in Japan, and while it's lovely at times. I hate it, no, loathe it. How could my mother drag me here? I was happy where I was. My friends were there, you were there. Today was horrible from the very beginning, shall I tell you?
Firstly, Shee o, I woke up semi-late. I had no time to eat breakfast, only to make my lunch and run out the door. After about a block or two I decided I would make it on time and proceeded at a general fast walk. Upon rounding the corner right near my school, Sarayashiki, I slammed straight into some high school student and landed on my rear. The nerve! A high school student no less! He should know to walk on the right side of the side walk. But ,none the less. My papers had scattered so I began picking them up, as least he was intelligent enough to apologize and help me, but I was too upset to say anything to him. What struck me about him, were his red hair and green eyes, peculiar no?
I was introduced to my new class about 15 minutes later. To be truthful, I was frightened. I've never been around so many people as this city. and having to work with 20 people? Not even that many people live at home. Yes, I still call it home. This new house. is NOT my home. My class was timid. However, later, at lunch a few boys in my class were roughing some others up from other classes. Frankly, I didn't pay attention, just sat on a low wall and ate my sandwich.
Rasio, I swear they were staring at me. They kept glancing at me and then talking to their friends. They were *talking* about me. I suspect all schools are like this, aren't they? All I have to talk to though is this book you've given me before we left, which explains why I write to you in and of it's self. Though the rest of the day went by quietly, when the last bell rang, I wanted nothing more then to get away, once I was out of the gates I ran for nearly two blocks. On the way home I spotted a park that I had missed on the way to school. So I set my bag down by a pair of swings and sat down.
The wind was blowing a bit, it is autumn so it happens quite often, while I swung there for a while. It was a mixture of flying and falling, I love the feeling. After what seemed like hours to me, I finally got off the swing, that's when I realized that there was a person there standing next to me, off to the side.
It was that red haired boy! The one from the morning that ran into me and spilled my papers. He was holding my bag and offering it to me.
Kurama smiled at her and held her bag out a bit farther for her to grab. Her pale face slightly flustered as she snatched it, hugging it to her chest. She stared at him, not a glare, not a nervous look, just a plain stare. He just smiled again.
"I apologize again for earlier. You're new here, though, correct? A couple friends of mine are in your class I believe. Kuwabara Kuzuma, Yukimora Keiko?"
Slowly she nodded, Kuwabara was the one who would flinch as she passed, tall and incredibly ugly, and Keiko was the teachers' favorite it seemed. She had already memorized her face and voice, merely to save her time of the tedious process of trying to recognize her through the next few days, just to ignore her.
Leda turned to walk away and Kurama gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Wait. Let me walk you home.It's the least I can offer to do after knocking you down."
*At least he has manners* She turned slightly to look up at him. "Fine."
Kurama smiled. "Thank you for allowing me the privilege. I'm Minamino Suichi. You may call me Kurama if you wish, most do."
She nodded her head again. "I'm Leda NiHiryu." She spoke her name in English, the way she was used to, and didn't bother correcting herself.
Leda mostly tried to stay in front of the red-haired boy, but he remained near her at all times, to her dismay. Often she shot glances to him and clutched her bag over her chest tighter.
Kurama smiled at her when he caught her eyes glaring at him, but said nothing, staying at least a half step behind her, since he didn't know where she lived at all. They walked for about fifteen minutes before Leda finally stopped walking along street way. Calmly he looked to her. Her head was down and she was showing no signs of walking any further. His eyes caught the house they had arrived at.
It was a cross between a modern apartment, and an old Shinto shrine. He shifted to face it. The house was of good size, had two stories and would fit a typical family comfortably. Bushes and flowers decorated the outside and a small gravel path led from the door to the gate they were standing in front of.
"Is this your house?" Kurama's green eyes made it backed to Leda's shadowed face.
Very timidly she nodded, and headed for the gate. Kurama caught her arm again and pulled her around and he bowed to her. She looked up slowly and blinked at him, soon turning into a soft glare. Bowing back quickly she turned and walked straight to her house, not looking back to him. Once safely inside she leaned against the door and sighed.
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All right, I know it's not that long. I just didn't see any reason to continue it. Deal with it!