Where I Belong
Part 1
By: Mylo
Summary: What is it like when you suddenly feel that the whole world is against you.
That nothing you do would change it, nothing you do would matter.
And all you wanted to do is lay down and mourn for someone that is no longer there.
Is there anything else in this world that can let you once again have faith in humanity?
Aurthor notes
Disclaimer:
I do not own any rights to Sailor Moon or
any of the characters. I'm just borrowing their names
so... actually you can just change the names of the characters
and it wouldn't matter. Since this is a Alternate Universe.
What i have to say is...I'm not sure what i want to say at the moment
Just that I'm stressed out of my head with exams...once again
If you see and 'ik''s just take them as "..." (three dots)
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'I hope I'm not too late.' A blonde girl ran through the white hall
ignoring the lovely paintings hung on the walls. She ran as fast as
she could, her heart beated hard. It was as if it was about to burst
out of her chest, worry was all she could think of. Her lungs burned
with pain but she didn't care. She stormed through the hall and up
the stairs, nearly crashing into a woman carrying a gray file in her
arms. 'Room 203. Please don't tell me that I'm too late.'
She opened the door and breathed heavily, the flowers that she was
holding dropped silently onto the ground. She swallowed hard as she
slowly walked up to the figure on the bed, her father.
Earlier that day she was quietly driving to the hospital to visit her
father. It was then her cell phone rang, the doctor told her that her
father's illness had become more serious and that he wouldn't be living
for long. She dropped her phone and stepped harder on the pedal and
drove to the hospital.
The figure on the bed stirred, "Haruka is it you?" Within a split
second she was by his side, holding his cold shaking hands with
her warm ones. They were cold, too cold, was her father freezing?
'What kind of hospital is this? How can they let my father freeze
like this? I'll sue them, I swear I will.' Haruka rubbed her fathers'
hands to warm them. "Yes it's me."
"It won't be long now..."the old man said breathlessly on his death bed.
It had already been a long and adventurous life. Sixty long years
had been enough for him. Seventeen years ago he would have thought
that he would die peacefully and alone without any worries. But now
it was different. Death would mean leaving behind his one and only
daughter, Haruka, whom he loves dearly.
His hand reached up slowly to wipe the tears from his daughter's eyes.
Tears that she seldom cries, tears that he doesn't want to see. He
gently stroked away the short blond strands that pasted on her face.
His breathing became rapid gasps as it became harder for him to breathe.
The pain was unbearable. Perhaps this was the karma for his sin. The
only sin that he will never forget, but never regret, since it brought
so much into his life, even if it was only just seventeen years,
seventeen wonderful, unforgettable years.
Haruka grabbed his hand, "No, please don't die...don't leave me...please..."
The blonde's last words ended as a whisper.
"I love you, father." She choked on the words as she held her father's
hand tighter, as if afraid he might slip away.
His hand was sweaty, the pain must have been worse than it was before.
It was painful for her to watch her father suffer. There was nothing that
she could do; the doctors had already given up hope on him. 'Damn them,
damn them all.' All she could do was to sit there and watch him as death
approached. Every breath he took seems to draw him further and further
away from her. Just watching this made her heart burn with an indescribable
pain. She wished that she were the one in that bed.
"Promise me...that you will live, and make me proud of you." The old man
said. Time was running out for him and he knew it. Every breath was a
desperate gasp trying to hold on to his life for a little longer. He himself
was a doctor; he knows exactly what will happen to him. In a way, he knew
too well.
Haruka nodded "I will...I will..."
"Haru...I'll always be watching you...I'll always love you..." His voice
trailed off as his breathing finally stopped. His hand fell limply from
Haruka's hands. His head rested calmly on the white pillow, eyes closed
in eternal sleep.
"No! No...wake up...papa..." New tears streamed down her cheeks, she shook
her father hard, refusing to accept the truth. Slowly realization ran
through her mind and she let go of her father, he fell back to his bed
as a dead weight. She gripped onto the white blanket and buried her
face into it. Her tight grip turned her knuckles white and pain ran
though both of her hands, but she didn't care.
"I hate you..." she whispered, "You said that you'll always be here for
me...and you lied."
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Haruka was wearing a black suit and a pair of dark glasses, to hide her
tears from the world. In spite of the fact that the only people present
was the minister, her housekeeper and herself. She bit her lower lip,
trying to control the salty streams that coursed down her face. She was
staring at the stone and not paying any attention to the person speaking.
"...may he rest in peace." The priest finished his line and walked up
to Haruka.
"Let him go, my child, I know it's hard, but take solace in knowing
he's in a better place." With his last words he walked away and left
her standing there.
Haruka was the only one there, at her beloved father's funeral. Fresh
tears sprang to her eyes, and found their way onto her cheeks; they
were uncontrollable.
'My lord, why do you keep on doing this to me? Again and again you made
me lose faith in humanity. Is there anyone or anything that I can ever
trust?' Haruka clenched her teeth.
She was angry, very angry; angry that her father's friends didn't come;
friends from work at the lab. Friends that Haruka once thought were loyal
to her father, but not anymore. What else could be more important than to
participate in one of your friend's funeral? It was a way to show that
you cared for them. But no, none of them came, no one, just Haruka and
the priest. She had called them informing about her father's death. Many
gave their sympathies, but made pathetic excuses. It was now that she
realized that it was all a lie; a terrible lie. Those people were never
her fathers' friend from the beginning. They just pretended to be because
of the status and authority her father had at work, or maybe because
of their wealth.
Haruka couldn't believe that people could be so fake, so horrible that
they would do anything for their own gain. Even if it means that they
will betray their friends. She clenched her hands into fists, so hard
that it began to hurt.
'What did I do to you? What did I do wrong that you have to punish me
like this?' More tears rolled down her cheeks, she wiped it away with her
sleeve. She walked up to her father's tombstone and knelt down, tracing
her fingers over her father's name, Gentaro Tenou.
"Why did you take him away from me? Why? You know I loved him. He was all
I had." Haruka closed her eyes and stood up, she was furious now, she
didn't know at whom, at God? At herself? Her wretched life? She didn't
know.
"Answer me! I know you can hear me! Answer me now!" As expected there
was no reply, nothing but the calm wind blowing into her face. She
collapsed in front of her father's grave, wrapped her arms around the
stone and cried.
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The cat purred as a hand gently stroked its fur. It lay in its master's
lap, it enjoys that warmth and the soft strokes that its master gives it,
but today was different. The girl was very quiet, too quiet. She used to
scratch behind its ears and play with it, but today she only held it in
her arms. The door doesn't seem to be able to block out the noise coming
from outside. Shouts could be heard, an argument that the aqua haired girl
doesn't want to listen to. Suddenly there was a crash, the sound of a
crashing chair, the cat jumped off her lap and hid somewhere safe.
"Kaiko" She called after the cat. The girl scrunched up into a ball hugging
her knees, resting her head on them. "I don't belong here, not anymore."
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It was a fine sunny morning with blue sky and white clouds,
'Why do I have such a miserable life?' Haruka kicked a soft drink can
that was lying on the street, which hit a lamppost and bounced onto the
empty road.
The wind danced with Haruka's short blond strands. She used to love the
wind blowing in her face; it gives her the feeling of freedom, as free as
the wind, but ever since her father's death six weeks ago she just couldn't
seem to enjoy them any longer. Everything seems so different without him
around, no more occasional jokes and no one messing her hair, no one whispering
comforting words in her ears, as she cried, nothing. Her life had suddenly
become so...empty, now it was just she and the wretched world.
Haruka only had a father, her mother died long ago when giving birth to her.
She knew nothing about her mother, only her name, Aki; there wasn't even a
photo. Her father claimed that she never like taking photo's, not as if she
wasn't pretty enough. In fact she looks just like her. She had a tall slim
muscular body with big blue eyes and long blond hair that hung loose to her
waist. She was beautiful, just like Haruka.
Haruka loves her father dearly. He was a doctor and a scientist, even though
he was busy most of the time at the hospital, he always tried to find time
to be with her. To Haruka, her father was not just a father but also her
best friend, they have no secrets between them. They would spend the night
together talking about their day and sharing many of their thoughts and
secrets. When she was depressed, it was always her father that comforts her.
She needed someone to talk to. Now, there will be no one to share her
thoughts with, no one to laugh with, no one to life for, she was all alone.
In a way she was glad that her father was finally dead. He had been in pain
for the past three months and only machines kept him living. She was glad that
he was finally in peace, and no longer in any pain. The only pain there was
now, was the pain inside her heart, the pain and feeling that something was
missing from her life.
The death of her father had such a big impact on Haruka¡¦s life. She was totally
heart broken, spending countless hours cursing the day she was born. She still
remembers the day when she was still a child and her father always tells her
bedtime stories. Most are science fiction and sometimes he told stories about
wizards and sorceresses. Her father was always full of wonderful stories, every
time it was a different story. Some of them are fantasy stories that were set
upon another world, where humans were not the only race that live in the society,
where even vampires exists.
Every time her father tells her a story it seemed so real that she wanted to
believe it. But obviously she knew that it was only a story her father made up.
She¡¦d always found it surprising how a scientist like her father could have such
a wild imagination. What made these stories so convincing was that she said that
it was another world that exists in the universe, somewhere else in the universe
that is billions of light years away, where you can only get there by using black holes.
But now there would be no more stories telling, she would never hear her father¡¦s
voice ever again, and she would never know the ending of her fathers latest story.
His last story was one of the best that he had told. It was about an adventurer that
encountered a group of Lykupians. Lykupians were a race of people, they were human
like, but not exactly human. Her father never told her much about the detail, he
just said that they were all hairy. But secretly Haruka believes that it was because
her father hadn¡¦t decided yet what they are like. It was funny sometimes how her
father forgets or mixes up his definition for the different groups of races and she
had to remind him. Lykupians, Haruka just assumes that they are like other primates.
These Lykupians were a race close to extinction. It was said that they were responsible
for protecting a valuable treasure of which many know nothing of its power. Its secret
died as thousands of years passed and it became nothing but a legend.
For the last four hundred years a group of unknown army tried to capture the Lykupians
to figure out their secrets and to find their treasures. The wandering adventurer joined
them and tried to help them escape from the army. The Lykupians called them the ¡¥faceless¡¦
or ¡¥fearless¡¦, as they have huge masks covering the whole of their heads leaving nothing
visible, not even their eyes. Some even say that they¡¦re not even human. Their once
powerful colony was split and they desperately tried to escape from the ¡¥faceless¡¦.
That was where the story ended, so abruptly, leaving it hanging. It didn¡¦t matter to
Haruka anymore; she just wanted her father back even if he never finishes the story.
Her father didn¡¦t just tell her stories; he also talked to her about the universe and
how stars and black holes are formed even though he wasn¡¦t a physicist. Her father always
said that it would be interesting to see the ends of the black hole and where they may lead.
But now, there will not be anyone to discuss these problems with him. So many tear-filled
sleepless nights had passed, that she cried up all the tears in her, leaving a dark, empty
void. Nothing could fill that void; nothing could ever make her cry again.
Students loitered into the once empty road. Haruka glanced around and saw many
of the younger students running around to catch up with their friends, all
filled with excitement and enthusiasm. Haruka frowned; children are so naive,
nothing to worry about. Haruka adjusted her bag as it started to slip down
her shoulders, then she saw a group of girls, her classmates, giggling whilst
playfully pushing each other. She looked away and slightly shook her head. She
was sure that no one at her age had suffered this much. The more she thought
the more she envies them, their normal peaceful lives. Who said that life was
fair? Life was never fair. There was no such thing as God, cause if there was
she would not be in this situation. There was no point in sharing her feelings
with others, they just wouldn't understand cause they'd never experienced it,
and she doesn't need their pity. She could handle everything herself.
She was different now, avoiding people and rarely talking to anyone. Her
sudden change of character frightened away many of her friends. Friends? Who
needs friends, they're just not important any more. She never asked for help
she just stayed quiet and kept everything to herself, none of her friends
knew what happened to her, but many soon found out and tried to help, but
Haruka just pushed them away. 'I don't need your sympathy.' She thought bitterly.
It seems that she had died with her father, and now she was nothing but a
corpse herself.
She had built an unbreakable wall surrounding her heart, too afraid to let
anyone too close, cause she knew that they will soon be gone, and she'll be
alone again. There was no longer a smile on her face, only a face that shows
no expression and a heart that has no feelings. A walking corpse, yes that
described her well.
Haruka continued her short journey to school, head down and ignoring everything
and everyone around her.
'Another bloody long day.'
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Haruka's fist connected hard against Ryu's face causing him to stumble back
against the black board, chalk dust covered his back. She can feel her
cheekbone began to swell; Ryu had punched her, a surprise attack. Her knuckles
began to hurt now, Ryu's body seems to be made out of iron. He was huge, at
least a head taller than her and much more bulkier. Anyone sane would not
want to mess with him. And yes, Haruka was no fool, she would've just walked
away without another glance, but everyone has his or her limits. No one
insults her father and gets away with it, no one! She will get even, even
if it was obvious that it was a losing battle.
"Why you flaming son of a bitch!" Ryu rubbed his jaw.
Haruka stared back at him, straight into his eyes, a stare that seems to be
able to burn through anything. Her eyes showed no fear only hatred and anger,
so much that it will make anyone feel uneasy. Ryu stood up straight; fists
clenched tight. His knuckles cracked and he began to charge at her like a
wild boar. With his lips flaring back and his teeth showing, forming an
ugly snarl, it very much deformed his once handsome face. He looked so
ridiculous that she wanted to laugh, but now wasn't the time.
He was fast, fast for his size, but Haruka was faster. Her death-glare melted
away and was replaced by a cocky grin as she easily evaded Ryu's so-called attack.
She moved so elegantly and smoothly like a flowing river. Becoming the
wind, she calls it. Fast, vigorous attacks but also smooth and calm.
Extremely talented, within ten years she was able to master in more than
three styles of martial arts. With this ability, school bullies with big
muscles and no brains means nothing to her.
In one movement she skillfully raised her arm and forcefully elbowed Ryu
in his side right under his ribs knocking out the air out of his lungs.
As Ryu was catching his breath Haruka quickly knocked him out before he
can recover. He fell, hard on the wooden floor and stayed there. Many
gasps could be heard; no one has ever beaten Ryu before, no one dared
even to go near him. Not to mention, being beaten by a girl. Haruka smoothed
out her trousers and her shirt as she began to walk away.
"Move out! Move, let me through." A voice could be heard over the crowd
that was formed around Haruka and Ryu.
A man in a dark brown suit stumbled in; his face was red, in anger or
from all the pushing and shoving, she didn't know, probably both. He was
in his mid forties, but it doesn't seem like it. More likely another ten
years older than he really was, for that the majority of his hair was gray
or white, must be due to the stress of being a teacher.
"Haruka Tenou! It's you again! In my office now!" Mr. Yanagi pointed
towards the door, and then nodded his head at the motionless body lying
on the floor,
"And someone please take Ryu to the medical room...Tenou! Now!" Haruka gave
one last glance before heading towards the headmaster's office.
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No one was in the headmaster room except for the skeleton in the corner.
He was a biology teacher, good but strict. Haruka never liked it; main
reason was because of Mr. Yanagi himself, too strict for her liking.
She enjoys the subject but never the lessons. Biology was one of her
stronger subjects, since it all seem to be common sense to her, probably
because her father was always using most of the terminology with her.
Haruka took a seat and waited for him, her head down not bothering to
look around the room, it wasn't the first time she had been here. She
knew the room as if like her own; even the dust particles and textbooks
were all too familiar. The room was actually quite big, a nicely
polished wooden desk in the middle with files piled up on the side. A
blue coffee mug with coffee stains sitting on the desk. Two large
bookshelf on either side of the desk with many files that Haruka can't
be bother to find out what they are, but most likely to be school
reports and documents. And a big, three-seated sofa at the corner next
to a small coffee table, probably used for interviews.
"Haruka, it's you again, it's the forth time this week" Yanagi rushed
into the room and stood in front of Haruka with both hands on his hip,
but Haruka didn't even glance at him, as if he didn't exist.
She just kept staring endlessly into space. It was not the first time
it had happened, these fights. She was given warning after warning,
but she didn't seem to listen to them. Being expelled means nothing
to her, not anymore. She never complained. Never tried to explain
herself, even if she'd never started the riot. Actually, she never
did, it was always her classmates that started it, and she was just
defending herself.
The principal slammed his hand onto his desk. Everything shook, but
Haruka didn't even flinch.
"I have had enough of this, Tenou, your behavior is unacceptable."
Yanagi barked, then sat down on his own chair.
The principal sighed, "I don't know what has gone into you, you were
great at sports, superb in your academics, but now..." Haruka turned
away and closed her eyes. 'Please, would someone give this man a
breath mint, must have been the coffee.'
"You dropped from an A to an D for crying out loud!" He shouted as
if he couldn't believe it himself.
Then his anger seemed to change to concern, as if forgotten what she
had done. True enough she was a great student, always so full of
enthusiasm in all lessons, especially in sports and athletics. She
was a great student that he doesn't want to lose. She was great, but
not any longer.
"Haruka, you know, we can only help you if would talk to us." This
girl was stubborn; she kept everything to herself and never let anyone
near her. The teachers have tried to talk to her, even to her parents,
but always her father was too busy at the hospital -As Haruka has
claimed- to talk to them. Other teachers had all given up hope on her,
but Yanagi didn't want to give up, not yet. It would be a waste of this
girl's talent, however he was under a lot of pressure. From teachers
and parents, parents of the injured students.
Haruka slowly lifted her head to glare at him.
"It's none of your business." She simply but rudely replied. Yanagi
sighed as if expecting this answer. "I'm sorry Haruka, but I can't
let you to continue and terrorize our students..."
Haruka sniggered, terrorizing the students? She just terrorized all
the school bullies, whom she felt that they fully deserve what she
gave them.
"...so you will have to leave. You will be attending lessons for the
rest of this week and informing the teachers about your departure."
Haruka stood up and left. Her expression never changed, it was
always so cold that you'll never know what was going on in her mind.
She seemed so far away that no one could reach her. Yanagi shook his
head. He had failed, failed to help his student. If only he had the
time, but no, too much pressure from the teachers and parents, he
had no choice. He had given her too many chances, but she never
took them.
He took out a piece of paper, 'I'm sorry, Haruka, I wish I could do
more, I'm sorry.' Yanagi sipped some of the coffee from his cup. It
was already cold.
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End of Part 1
That's it for now. Hope you like it. Not much of a cliff hanger here.
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simular but I'll make sure that it's not like that just that.
Cause... well it's getting a bit too boring that way.
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Part 1
By: Mylo
Summary: What is it like when you suddenly feel that the whole world is against you.
That nothing you do would change it, nothing you do would matter.
And all you wanted to do is lay down and mourn for someone that is no longer there.
Is there anything else in this world that can let you once again have faith in humanity?
Aurthor notes
Disclaimer:
I do not own any rights to Sailor Moon or
any of the characters. I'm just borrowing their names
so... actually you can just change the names of the characters
and it wouldn't matter. Since this is a Alternate Universe.
What i have to say is...I'm not sure what i want to say at the moment
Just that I'm stressed out of my head with exams...once again
If you see and 'ik''s just take them as "..." (three dots)
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'I hope I'm not too late.' A blonde girl ran through the white hall
ignoring the lovely paintings hung on the walls. She ran as fast as
she could, her heart beated hard. It was as if it was about to burst
out of her chest, worry was all she could think of. Her lungs burned
with pain but she didn't care. She stormed through the hall and up
the stairs, nearly crashing into a woman carrying a gray file in her
arms. 'Room 203. Please don't tell me that I'm too late.'
She opened the door and breathed heavily, the flowers that she was
holding dropped silently onto the ground. She swallowed hard as she
slowly walked up to the figure on the bed, her father.
Earlier that day she was quietly driving to the hospital to visit her
father. It was then her cell phone rang, the doctor told her that her
father's illness had become more serious and that he wouldn't be living
for long. She dropped her phone and stepped harder on the pedal and
drove to the hospital.
The figure on the bed stirred, "Haruka is it you?" Within a split
second she was by his side, holding his cold shaking hands with
her warm ones. They were cold, too cold, was her father freezing?
'What kind of hospital is this? How can they let my father freeze
like this? I'll sue them, I swear I will.' Haruka rubbed her fathers'
hands to warm them. "Yes it's me."
"It won't be long now..."the old man said breathlessly on his death bed.
It had already been a long and adventurous life. Sixty long years
had been enough for him. Seventeen years ago he would have thought
that he would die peacefully and alone without any worries. But now
it was different. Death would mean leaving behind his one and only
daughter, Haruka, whom he loves dearly.
His hand reached up slowly to wipe the tears from his daughter's eyes.
Tears that she seldom cries, tears that he doesn't want to see. He
gently stroked away the short blond strands that pasted on her face.
His breathing became rapid gasps as it became harder for him to breathe.
The pain was unbearable. Perhaps this was the karma for his sin. The
only sin that he will never forget, but never regret, since it brought
so much into his life, even if it was only just seventeen years,
seventeen wonderful, unforgettable years.
Haruka grabbed his hand, "No, please don't die...don't leave me...please..."
The blonde's last words ended as a whisper.
"I love you, father." She choked on the words as she held her father's
hand tighter, as if afraid he might slip away.
His hand was sweaty, the pain must have been worse than it was before.
It was painful for her to watch her father suffer. There was nothing that
she could do; the doctors had already given up hope on him. 'Damn them,
damn them all.' All she could do was to sit there and watch him as death
approached. Every breath he took seems to draw him further and further
away from her. Just watching this made her heart burn with an indescribable
pain. She wished that she were the one in that bed.
"Promise me...that you will live, and make me proud of you." The old man
said. Time was running out for him and he knew it. Every breath was a
desperate gasp trying to hold on to his life for a little longer. He himself
was a doctor; he knows exactly what will happen to him. In a way, he knew
too well.
Haruka nodded "I will...I will..."
"Haru...I'll always be watching you...I'll always love you..." His voice
trailed off as his breathing finally stopped. His hand fell limply from
Haruka's hands. His head rested calmly on the white pillow, eyes closed
in eternal sleep.
"No! No...wake up...papa..." New tears streamed down her cheeks, she shook
her father hard, refusing to accept the truth. Slowly realization ran
through her mind and she let go of her father, he fell back to his bed
as a dead weight. She gripped onto the white blanket and buried her
face into it. Her tight grip turned her knuckles white and pain ran
though both of her hands, but she didn't care.
"I hate you..." she whispered, "You said that you'll always be here for
me...and you lied."
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Haruka was wearing a black suit and a pair of dark glasses, to hide her
tears from the world. In spite of the fact that the only people present
was the minister, her housekeeper and herself. She bit her lower lip,
trying to control the salty streams that coursed down her face. She was
staring at the stone and not paying any attention to the person speaking.
"...may he rest in peace." The priest finished his line and walked up
to Haruka.
"Let him go, my child, I know it's hard, but take solace in knowing
he's in a better place." With his last words he walked away and left
her standing there.
Haruka was the only one there, at her beloved father's funeral. Fresh
tears sprang to her eyes, and found their way onto her cheeks; they
were uncontrollable.
'My lord, why do you keep on doing this to me? Again and again you made
me lose faith in humanity. Is there anyone or anything that I can ever
trust?' Haruka clenched her teeth.
She was angry, very angry; angry that her father's friends didn't come;
friends from work at the lab. Friends that Haruka once thought were loyal
to her father, but not anymore. What else could be more important than to
participate in one of your friend's funeral? It was a way to show that
you cared for them. But no, none of them came, no one, just Haruka and
the priest. She had called them informing about her father's death. Many
gave their sympathies, but made pathetic excuses. It was now that she
realized that it was all a lie; a terrible lie. Those people were never
her fathers' friend from the beginning. They just pretended to be because
of the status and authority her father had at work, or maybe because
of their wealth.
Haruka couldn't believe that people could be so fake, so horrible that
they would do anything for their own gain. Even if it means that they
will betray their friends. She clenched her hands into fists, so hard
that it began to hurt.
'What did I do to you? What did I do wrong that you have to punish me
like this?' More tears rolled down her cheeks, she wiped it away with her
sleeve. She walked up to her father's tombstone and knelt down, tracing
her fingers over her father's name, Gentaro Tenou.
"Why did you take him away from me? Why? You know I loved him. He was all
I had." Haruka closed her eyes and stood up, she was furious now, she
didn't know at whom, at God? At herself? Her wretched life? She didn't
know.
"Answer me! I know you can hear me! Answer me now!" As expected there
was no reply, nothing but the calm wind blowing into her face. She
collapsed in front of her father's grave, wrapped her arms around the
stone and cried.
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The cat purred as a hand gently stroked its fur. It lay in its master's
lap, it enjoys that warmth and the soft strokes that its master gives it,
but today was different. The girl was very quiet, too quiet. She used to
scratch behind its ears and play with it, but today she only held it in
her arms. The door doesn't seem to be able to block out the noise coming
from outside. Shouts could be heard, an argument that the aqua haired girl
doesn't want to listen to. Suddenly there was a crash, the sound of a
crashing chair, the cat jumped off her lap and hid somewhere safe.
"Kaiko" She called after the cat. The girl scrunched up into a ball hugging
her knees, resting her head on them. "I don't belong here, not anymore."
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It was a fine sunny morning with blue sky and white clouds,
'Why do I have such a miserable life?' Haruka kicked a soft drink can
that was lying on the street, which hit a lamppost and bounced onto the
empty road.
The wind danced with Haruka's short blond strands. She used to love the
wind blowing in her face; it gives her the feeling of freedom, as free as
the wind, but ever since her father's death six weeks ago she just couldn't
seem to enjoy them any longer. Everything seems so different without him
around, no more occasional jokes and no one messing her hair, no one whispering
comforting words in her ears, as she cried, nothing. Her life had suddenly
become so...empty, now it was just she and the wretched world.
Haruka only had a father, her mother died long ago when giving birth to her.
She knew nothing about her mother, only her name, Aki; there wasn't even a
photo. Her father claimed that she never like taking photo's, not as if she
wasn't pretty enough. In fact she looks just like her. She had a tall slim
muscular body with big blue eyes and long blond hair that hung loose to her
waist. She was beautiful, just like Haruka.
Haruka loves her father dearly. He was a doctor and a scientist, even though
he was busy most of the time at the hospital, he always tried to find time
to be with her. To Haruka, her father was not just a father but also her
best friend, they have no secrets between them. They would spend the night
together talking about their day and sharing many of their thoughts and
secrets. When she was depressed, it was always her father that comforts her.
She needed someone to talk to. Now, there will be no one to share her
thoughts with, no one to laugh with, no one to life for, she was all alone.
In a way she was glad that her father was finally dead. He had been in pain
for the past three months and only machines kept him living. She was glad that
he was finally in peace, and no longer in any pain. The only pain there was
now, was the pain inside her heart, the pain and feeling that something was
missing from her life.
The death of her father had such a big impact on Haruka¡¦s life. She was totally
heart broken, spending countless hours cursing the day she was born. She still
remembers the day when she was still a child and her father always tells her
bedtime stories. Most are science fiction and sometimes he told stories about
wizards and sorceresses. Her father was always full of wonderful stories, every
time it was a different story. Some of them are fantasy stories that were set
upon another world, where humans were not the only race that live in the society,
where even vampires exists.
Every time her father tells her a story it seemed so real that she wanted to
believe it. But obviously she knew that it was only a story her father made up.
She¡¦d always found it surprising how a scientist like her father could have such
a wild imagination. What made these stories so convincing was that she said that
it was another world that exists in the universe, somewhere else in the universe
that is billions of light years away, where you can only get there by using black holes.
But now there would be no more stories telling, she would never hear her father¡¦s
voice ever again, and she would never know the ending of her fathers latest story.
His last story was one of the best that he had told. It was about an adventurer that
encountered a group of Lykupians. Lykupians were a race of people, they were human
like, but not exactly human. Her father never told her much about the detail, he
just said that they were all hairy. But secretly Haruka believes that it was because
her father hadn¡¦t decided yet what they are like. It was funny sometimes how her
father forgets or mixes up his definition for the different groups of races and she
had to remind him. Lykupians, Haruka just assumes that they are like other primates.
These Lykupians were a race close to extinction. It was said that they were responsible
for protecting a valuable treasure of which many know nothing of its power. Its secret
died as thousands of years passed and it became nothing but a legend.
For the last four hundred years a group of unknown army tried to capture the Lykupians
to figure out their secrets and to find their treasures. The wandering adventurer joined
them and tried to help them escape from the army. The Lykupians called them the ¡¥faceless¡¦
or ¡¥fearless¡¦, as they have huge masks covering the whole of their heads leaving nothing
visible, not even their eyes. Some even say that they¡¦re not even human. Their once
powerful colony was split and they desperately tried to escape from the ¡¥faceless¡¦.
That was where the story ended, so abruptly, leaving it hanging. It didn¡¦t matter to
Haruka anymore; she just wanted her father back even if he never finishes the story.
Her father didn¡¦t just tell her stories; he also talked to her about the universe and
how stars and black holes are formed even though he wasn¡¦t a physicist. Her father always
said that it would be interesting to see the ends of the black hole and where they may lead.
But now, there will not be anyone to discuss these problems with him. So many tear-filled
sleepless nights had passed, that she cried up all the tears in her, leaving a dark, empty
void. Nothing could fill that void; nothing could ever make her cry again.
Students loitered into the once empty road. Haruka glanced around and saw many
of the younger students running around to catch up with their friends, all
filled with excitement and enthusiasm. Haruka frowned; children are so naive,
nothing to worry about. Haruka adjusted her bag as it started to slip down
her shoulders, then she saw a group of girls, her classmates, giggling whilst
playfully pushing each other. She looked away and slightly shook her head. She
was sure that no one at her age had suffered this much. The more she thought
the more she envies them, their normal peaceful lives. Who said that life was
fair? Life was never fair. There was no such thing as God, cause if there was
she would not be in this situation. There was no point in sharing her feelings
with others, they just wouldn't understand cause they'd never experienced it,
and she doesn't need their pity. She could handle everything herself.
She was different now, avoiding people and rarely talking to anyone. Her
sudden change of character frightened away many of her friends. Friends? Who
needs friends, they're just not important any more. She never asked for help
she just stayed quiet and kept everything to herself, none of her friends
knew what happened to her, but many soon found out and tried to help, but
Haruka just pushed them away. 'I don't need your sympathy.' She thought bitterly.
It seems that she had died with her father, and now she was nothing but a
corpse herself.
She had built an unbreakable wall surrounding her heart, too afraid to let
anyone too close, cause she knew that they will soon be gone, and she'll be
alone again. There was no longer a smile on her face, only a face that shows
no expression and a heart that has no feelings. A walking corpse, yes that
described her well.
Haruka continued her short journey to school, head down and ignoring everything
and everyone around her.
'Another bloody long day.'
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Haruka's fist connected hard against Ryu's face causing him to stumble back
against the black board, chalk dust covered his back. She can feel her
cheekbone began to swell; Ryu had punched her, a surprise attack. Her knuckles
began to hurt now, Ryu's body seems to be made out of iron. He was huge, at
least a head taller than her and much more bulkier. Anyone sane would not
want to mess with him. And yes, Haruka was no fool, she would've just walked
away without another glance, but everyone has his or her limits. No one
insults her father and gets away with it, no one! She will get even, even
if it was obvious that it was a losing battle.
"Why you flaming son of a bitch!" Ryu rubbed his jaw.
Haruka stared back at him, straight into his eyes, a stare that seems to be
able to burn through anything. Her eyes showed no fear only hatred and anger,
so much that it will make anyone feel uneasy. Ryu stood up straight; fists
clenched tight. His knuckles cracked and he began to charge at her like a
wild boar. With his lips flaring back and his teeth showing, forming an
ugly snarl, it very much deformed his once handsome face. He looked so
ridiculous that she wanted to laugh, but now wasn't the time.
He was fast, fast for his size, but Haruka was faster. Her death-glare melted
away and was replaced by a cocky grin as she easily evaded Ryu's so-called attack.
She moved so elegantly and smoothly like a flowing river. Becoming the
wind, she calls it. Fast, vigorous attacks but also smooth and calm.
Extremely talented, within ten years she was able to master in more than
three styles of martial arts. With this ability, school bullies with big
muscles and no brains means nothing to her.
In one movement she skillfully raised her arm and forcefully elbowed Ryu
in his side right under his ribs knocking out the air out of his lungs.
As Ryu was catching his breath Haruka quickly knocked him out before he
can recover. He fell, hard on the wooden floor and stayed there. Many
gasps could be heard; no one has ever beaten Ryu before, no one dared
even to go near him. Not to mention, being beaten by a girl. Haruka smoothed
out her trousers and her shirt as she began to walk away.
"Move out! Move, let me through." A voice could be heard over the crowd
that was formed around Haruka and Ryu.
A man in a dark brown suit stumbled in; his face was red, in anger or
from all the pushing and shoving, she didn't know, probably both. He was
in his mid forties, but it doesn't seem like it. More likely another ten
years older than he really was, for that the majority of his hair was gray
or white, must be due to the stress of being a teacher.
"Haruka Tenou! It's you again! In my office now!" Mr. Yanagi pointed
towards the door, and then nodded his head at the motionless body lying
on the floor,
"And someone please take Ryu to the medical room...Tenou! Now!" Haruka gave
one last glance before heading towards the headmaster's office.
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No one was in the headmaster room except for the skeleton in the corner.
He was a biology teacher, good but strict. Haruka never liked it; main
reason was because of Mr. Yanagi himself, too strict for her liking.
She enjoys the subject but never the lessons. Biology was one of her
stronger subjects, since it all seem to be common sense to her, probably
because her father was always using most of the terminology with her.
Haruka took a seat and waited for him, her head down not bothering to
look around the room, it wasn't the first time she had been here. She
knew the room as if like her own; even the dust particles and textbooks
were all too familiar. The room was actually quite big, a nicely
polished wooden desk in the middle with files piled up on the side. A
blue coffee mug with coffee stains sitting on the desk. Two large
bookshelf on either side of the desk with many files that Haruka can't
be bother to find out what they are, but most likely to be school
reports and documents. And a big, three-seated sofa at the corner next
to a small coffee table, probably used for interviews.
"Haruka, it's you again, it's the forth time this week" Yanagi rushed
into the room and stood in front of Haruka with both hands on his hip,
but Haruka didn't even glance at him, as if he didn't exist.
She just kept staring endlessly into space. It was not the first time
it had happened, these fights. She was given warning after warning,
but she didn't seem to listen to them. Being expelled means nothing
to her, not anymore. She never complained. Never tried to explain
herself, even if she'd never started the riot. Actually, she never
did, it was always her classmates that started it, and she was just
defending herself.
The principal slammed his hand onto his desk. Everything shook, but
Haruka didn't even flinch.
"I have had enough of this, Tenou, your behavior is unacceptable."
Yanagi barked, then sat down on his own chair.
The principal sighed, "I don't know what has gone into you, you were
great at sports, superb in your academics, but now..." Haruka turned
away and closed her eyes. 'Please, would someone give this man a
breath mint, must have been the coffee.'
"You dropped from an A to an D for crying out loud!" He shouted as
if he couldn't believe it himself.
Then his anger seemed to change to concern, as if forgotten what she
had done. True enough she was a great student, always so full of
enthusiasm in all lessons, especially in sports and athletics. She
was a great student that he doesn't want to lose. She was great, but
not any longer.
"Haruka, you know, we can only help you if would talk to us." This
girl was stubborn; she kept everything to herself and never let anyone
near her. The teachers have tried to talk to her, even to her parents,
but always her father was too busy at the hospital -As Haruka has
claimed- to talk to them. Other teachers had all given up hope on her,
but Yanagi didn't want to give up, not yet. It would be a waste of this
girl's talent, however he was under a lot of pressure. From teachers
and parents, parents of the injured students.
Haruka slowly lifted her head to glare at him.
"It's none of your business." She simply but rudely replied. Yanagi
sighed as if expecting this answer. "I'm sorry Haruka, but I can't
let you to continue and terrorize our students..."
Haruka sniggered, terrorizing the students? She just terrorized all
the school bullies, whom she felt that they fully deserve what she
gave them.
"...so you will have to leave. You will be attending lessons for the
rest of this week and informing the teachers about your departure."
Haruka stood up and left. Her expression never changed, it was
always so cold that you'll never know what was going on in her mind.
She seemed so far away that no one could reach her. Yanagi shook his
head. He had failed, failed to help his student. If only he had the
time, but no, too much pressure from the teachers and parents, he
had no choice. He had given her too many chances, but she never
took them.
He took out a piece of paper, 'I'm sorry, Haruka, I wish I could do
more, I'm sorry.' Yanagi sipped some of the coffee from his cup. It
was already cold.
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End of Part 1
That's it for now. Hope you like it. Not much of a cliff hanger here.
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school romance fic that are all over the net. It might be
simular but I'll make sure that it's not like that just that.
Cause... well it's getting a bit too boring that way.
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