Good girl gone Bad
Fhb
R.
Pairings- B.K & A.M
Chapter 2- Life
*Sniffing*
Kaoru sniffed while walking up the steps. Her cold hadn't gone yet and she was becoming kinna scared how it wasn't leaving her. She looked up at the big clock and watched the time. 7:15am. Morning sprung back to it's feet, children cried while some giggled. Life simply made no sense to Kaoru, and so, why was any of those things important to her. Today was the art competition. She had brought in her art which she had been working on ever since. Most of the cheerleaders gave up their position to Kenshin Quanchii. The hottest guy in Tokyo High.
Kaoru had liked him, but he never seem to notice her, and so, she never took it on.
Bumping into someone's shoulder, the person turned around and growled
"Arh! Watch where you're walking poor girl!" barked an arrogant girl called Misao. Kaoru apologized and walked away. Diverting the jocks and cheerleaders, a certain fellow seem to catch the tossing of her hair in change of direction…
Aoshi pushed out the crowd and went to her.
"Hey!" he called out to her
Kaoru stopped, turning she looked at him with tears.
"Aww Kaoru!" he went to her, holding her in his arms, he cradled her.
"Shh! What happened?" he asked
"Your girlfriend, Machimache-san called me a --- er , poor girl!" she whispered
Aoshi placed his chin on her head, "maa maa, forget her, I don't like her! You know that! I only have one girl, and though you say you're not beautiful, I think you're the most beautiful and exceptional for just being pristine and honest. At least your smiles are worth to someone--- now, keep that chin up, you have a contest to win. Let's go show Himura whose boss, agreed?" he placed out his hand
Kaoru sniffed, rekindled with energy from him, Aoshi, her best friend, she placed her hand in his and with that they both went the auditorium to display her art.
Many people made silent whispering while others snarled. Just because someone was poor, did it mean they were that different from you? Kaoru saddened. Turning her face to Aoshi, she smiled. He turned to her and gave her a warm smile, at least she would always have him…
"Always!" she whispered
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The auditorium was used for gatherings, assemblies when the yard was wet or rainy or when special functions were to be held. It was large and painted in an off lemon color. The large poles and pillars supported it's weight whereas chairs were on either side evenly distributed.
Aoshi helped Kaoru place her elaborate paintings on the tripods. Large grey old pieces of cloth covered them from being exposed. She sat back when they were both completed.
"Look whose here, what you got there?" a tall slender girl with a aggravating attitude asked.
"Buzz off Takani!" Aoshi growled
"Oh Shinamori-san, I didn't see you. But you know your father wouldn't want you mingling with cheap bombs like, her!" Megumi spoke
"The only bomb we have here is you, insult her one more time and I'll show you why my father is most respected. Don't play up here!" he spoke
"But Shinamori-san, look at her! She's dirty and so low, not even mediocre." Megumi gave Kaoru occasional cold glances
"If you have nothing good to say, then I'd advise get your face out of ours or I'll kindly move it for you!" he cracked his knuckles
"As you wish Shinamori-san!" she huffed away, giving Kaoru eye contact: she was in for it big.
Kaoru swallowed. Aoshi really wanted to know what high people would want with a poor-- erhh, scratch that, an unfortunate girl. Kaoru was one of the smartest girls who had won the school several awards, and yet she wasn't respected or appreciated. Though her shirts were not steam pressed, and pleated skirt sort of holy (holes in it) didn't mean she was some one to contempt. No! She wasn't!
She was one of the prettiest faces he knew, and to be honest, at one time he had fallen for her. She was his best friend ever since and he loved her for being who she was, even though her life wasn't as smooth as was his and many egotistical others.
A plump looking man with brown pants, big glasses and a checked shirt came to Kaoru and asking her for her I.D, obediently she showed him where he took some glimpses and left.
After some tense fifteen minutes the P.T.A was placed on.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great honor to present to you, the Art Competition for 2003. Third place will take home five thousand dollars, while second place will take home fifteen thousand and last but not least, first prize will take home a comfortable fifty thousand. I hope our contestants will intrigue and bedazzle us, may the best three win." with that the first runner up came to the stage displaying their work.
Kenshin was fifth runner up, his art consisted of gia, the spirit of the earth, where magical fairies danced in the darkness of the night. It was extraordinary, the shades of the blues from baby blue to a wild magical twist of plum/navy made everyone gap.
Many 'oh's' and ah's were given off and the crowd simply went wild. As usual Kaoru was second of last, with help from Aoshi she carried her art onto the stage.
"BOO, GET HER DOWN!" a boy shouted
"Mr. Sagara, please don't!" the teacher fixed her glasses. The children laughed and Kaoru seem to blush in embarrassment.
"My art is part of me and is extremely deep!" she spoke
"Gosh, you think or you know?" somebody whispered in the crowd
The children laughed. Kaoru swallowed the lump and pulled the cloth off.
For a moment the crowd was in silence.
"WHAT? IS? THAT?" Sano asked
"It's a painting of a weeping girl!" she explained showing them a bunch of brush strokes which she interpreted as a girl but they saw as chicken scratch.
"Well MISS KAORU, it looks as if your work has been on serious malnutrition just like you! I guess like painter liker owner!" he spoke
Kaoru stood there completely baffled. Did he have no respect for her art. And note for those of them who didn't know, her art was most extraordinary not because of these black strokes, but because of the weight behind every stroke to the painting she manifested to it. She didn't use paint and water to paint this picture, oh no, but prefer her tears from each time her father beat her or her siblings and the dust of her dirty home.
If you didn't see that in her art, then why the hell make such a stupid suggestion.
"Sagara-san, my art is not how you see it, and maybe when you see it like me you can appreciate it!" she spoke and left the stage stumbling with her painting.
After three rounds of the same senseless choosing, the winners were chosen.
"In third place is Misao Machimache for her portrait of Chinese politicians. Congratulations miss!" the man handed her the cheque which she snatched and ran off the stage with.
"In second place is Akira Kiyosato! Congratulations sir!" the man handed the boy the cheque whom bowed and accepted gratefully.
"In first place is, may I have a drum roll? (sano hit's the chair in front as a drum roll) is Kenshin Quanchii! Congratulations boy!" the man handed the red head boy his cheque who accepted flashily.
Many girls, cheerleaders to be exact ran to him hugging and kissing his cheeks.
Kaoru watched on, never showing hate but a silent sadness. One of which was so beautiful and amazing it made her who she were. It made her flow so different. Kenshin caught her eyes, a lonely tear trickled down her cheek and she wished just for once she could be swarmed by beautiful and popular people…
It was easier to live stray than straight. Aoshi wiped her tear blocking Kenshin's eye contact.
"You did great to me Kao!" he spoke
"Thank you Aoshi!" Kaoru whispered
"Urh, but how come the black is so grayish and why if I may ask, is the painting so weird?" he asked, it sorta slipped
Kaoru froze, "Aoshi, understand, when you look at my art, it's not paint and water together, but tears, pain and dust, the life of a poor girl in a black world!" she walked away, awfully hurt of this world…
Kaoru felt like drifting, and hating everyone, yet she wouldn't.
"Excuse me can I borrow your pen?" a girl asked
"Sure, yes you can my friend!" she handed the girl her pen
"Listen, I never said you were friend, so get it straight!" they girl marked something in her hand and then flung Kaoru's pen in her shirt, making a big blue blot on her shirt, Kaoru tried wiping it off but it only made the blot spread!
"Haahhaa! Dork!" the girl returned to the cheerleaders reenacting her encounter and event with dork over there, in other words, Kaoru…
Kaoru sighed. 'Life'
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