Disclaimer: READ THE BOTTOM OF THE LAST CHAPTER IF YOU GET LOST. I don't own anything from the mind of a japanese man. At least I don't think I do.
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The moon swelled over the last months. The mist hung around the field, where the corn grew. The Shouki held at bay, by the Crystal. Moonlight stode across the field, playing across the mist. Dancing lights thrown everywhere. A young girl sat on her window sill, holding her stuffed moogle and rocked back and forth. Her stereo was spouting out her favorite band, Catch 22. Humming along, she closed her eyes. The moon rushed into her room and lit everything. She stood up and walked to her door. The light shone on her waist length blue hair, the mark of a Selkie. She stared at the mirror on her door, her black eyes peering into the infinite depths of her soul. Walking to her desk, she tripped over a book on her floor. She picked it up, it read, "Emi's Diary." Emi placed it on her desk, and heard her mother flip on the hall light. Emi ran and jumped into bed, as her mother looked in.
The sun lazily rose and shattered the darkness. The light fell across Emi's eyes and she wrapped in her blanket tighter. Her mother walked in and ripped off her sheets. She flopped onto the floor, with a torrent of pillows and stuffed animals.
"Get up," her mother shouted, "you have to go to school."
"Don't worry," Emi called from underneath a mountain of moogles and cactuars, "I won't be late again."
Her mother slammed the door, just to make sure Emi hadn't fallen asleep. Emi walked to her closet and picked out her normal clothes, a raggedy shirt and her favorite skirt. She dressed and went to breakfast. When she sat down, her eyes fell on an empty chair across from her.
"Where's dad?" Emi asked.
"He has to be at the shop early this week," her mother replied.
Her eyes landed on her plate. A pile of kippers along with some toast. She started to drool. She loved fish. Her eyes traced the table for her fork, but she was distracted. A boy ran past her front door, being chased by three others. Emi forgot about him and returned to her breakfast. When her plate was clean, she could barely walk. She watched the clock, it read 8 o'clock.
"Damn," she thought, "I'm gonna be late. Bye mom."
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She ran to school. She was a natural born runner, the Selkie rose out more. She turned the corner and a crowd had massed in her route. She tried to push her way through, but was unsuccessful. She jumped to the roof to avoid everyone, and sprinted towards school. She tripped on a shingle and rolled off the roof. Her head slammed into a rock and she got right up without an afterthought, this was her Clavat side. Finally making it to school, she stormed to her first class, Math. An hour later of mind-numbing lecturing, she ran to her favorite class, Physical Education.
Today, they were training with weapons. Emi jumped for joy. She found her friends huddled in the corner, whispering. They were talking about the new kid in school. Apparently he was a Selkie named Isamu, but didn't act like one. He tried to hide his constant bruises from everyone, along with his blue hair.
"He's so pathetic," the Yuke laughed, "he tries to hide his hair, so he doesn't get beat. Everyone knows that there has neve been a male Selkie here. Society mandated, that male Selkies were to feminine with blue hair."
"I know, why doesn't he just dye it," the Lilty piped up, "then at least he can belong."
"Maybe he doesn't want to belong," Emi said, "maybe he wants to go against the flow."
(That's awesome. A male Selkie.) Emi thought.
Emi ran to the weapon rack and grabbed her signature mallet. Right then, a boy ran into the gym. He had blue hair. He darted across the gyn with finess, while three Clavats ran after him. Emi snuck past the crowd of spectators and ran after them. She chased them into an empty classroom. The Clavats took turns pounding on him. One of the Clavat's hands, was covered in blood. Emi ran in an pounced upon the bloody Clavat. She pulled back her fist and drove it into his face, knocking him out. She picked up his body and threw it at the Clavat holding a shard of glass. The glass flew across the room and shattered on the ground. The third Clavat got up and started swinging his fists. Emi whipped out her mallet and cracked it over his head. She threw their bodies out the door and pulled the fire alarm.
"Are you all right," Emi asked Isamu.
Isamu replied, "I am now."
"Why didn't you fight back?" Emi asked as she nursed his wounds.
"Violence always leads to more Violence," Isamu was calm, "plus, my heart won't let me fight."
"What?" Emi was confused.
"Three years ago, I got into a fight with this kid and ended up killing him," Isamu told her, "that is why I fear confrontation now. Since then, I've mellowed out and am in a permanent state of tranquility."
"If any one threatens you or picks on you," Emi pledged, "tell me. I'll take car of them."
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A friendship was forged that day. Ever since then, Isamu trained with Emi, to control his strength. In turn, Isamu taught Emi values and control over her emotions. There friendship was unlike any other. In the fact that it felt, like that they had known each other all their lives.
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Now I will go back to the future. I went back to explain more about Emi and Isamu. now that you know how they became friends I can proceed with the story.
UPDATE: I decided to take this in a new direction. I'll explain how their last days of school went before they go on their Journey.
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The moon swelled over the last months. The mist hung around the field, where the corn grew. The Shouki held at bay, by the Crystal. Moonlight stode across the field, playing across the mist. Dancing lights thrown everywhere. A young girl sat on her window sill, holding her stuffed moogle and rocked back and forth. Her stereo was spouting out her favorite band, Catch 22. Humming along, she closed her eyes. The moon rushed into her room and lit everything. She stood up and walked to her door. The light shone on her waist length blue hair, the mark of a Selkie. She stared at the mirror on her door, her black eyes peering into the infinite depths of her soul. Walking to her desk, she tripped over a book on her floor. She picked it up, it read, "Emi's Diary." Emi placed it on her desk, and heard her mother flip on the hall light. Emi ran and jumped into bed, as her mother looked in.
The sun lazily rose and shattered the darkness. The light fell across Emi's eyes and she wrapped in her blanket tighter. Her mother walked in and ripped off her sheets. She flopped onto the floor, with a torrent of pillows and stuffed animals.
"Get up," her mother shouted, "you have to go to school."
"Don't worry," Emi called from underneath a mountain of moogles and cactuars, "I won't be late again."
Her mother slammed the door, just to make sure Emi hadn't fallen asleep. Emi walked to her closet and picked out her normal clothes, a raggedy shirt and her favorite skirt. She dressed and went to breakfast. When she sat down, her eyes fell on an empty chair across from her.
"Where's dad?" Emi asked.
"He has to be at the shop early this week," her mother replied.
Her eyes landed on her plate. A pile of kippers along with some toast. She started to drool. She loved fish. Her eyes traced the table for her fork, but she was distracted. A boy ran past her front door, being chased by three others. Emi forgot about him and returned to her breakfast. When her plate was clean, she could barely walk. She watched the clock, it read 8 o'clock.
"Damn," she thought, "I'm gonna be late. Bye mom."
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She ran to school. She was a natural born runner, the Selkie rose out more. She turned the corner and a crowd had massed in her route. She tried to push her way through, but was unsuccessful. She jumped to the roof to avoid everyone, and sprinted towards school. She tripped on a shingle and rolled off the roof. Her head slammed into a rock and she got right up without an afterthought, this was her Clavat side. Finally making it to school, she stormed to her first class, Math. An hour later of mind-numbing lecturing, she ran to her favorite class, Physical Education.
Today, they were training with weapons. Emi jumped for joy. She found her friends huddled in the corner, whispering. They were talking about the new kid in school. Apparently he was a Selkie named Isamu, but didn't act like one. He tried to hide his constant bruises from everyone, along with his blue hair.
"He's so pathetic," the Yuke laughed, "he tries to hide his hair, so he doesn't get beat. Everyone knows that there has neve been a male Selkie here. Society mandated, that male Selkies were to feminine with blue hair."
"I know, why doesn't he just dye it," the Lilty piped up, "then at least he can belong."
"Maybe he doesn't want to belong," Emi said, "maybe he wants to go against the flow."
(That's awesome. A male Selkie.) Emi thought.
Emi ran to the weapon rack and grabbed her signature mallet. Right then, a boy ran into the gym. He had blue hair. He darted across the gyn with finess, while three Clavats ran after him. Emi snuck past the crowd of spectators and ran after them. She chased them into an empty classroom. The Clavats took turns pounding on him. One of the Clavat's hands, was covered in blood. Emi ran in an pounced upon the bloody Clavat. She pulled back her fist and drove it into his face, knocking him out. She picked up his body and threw it at the Clavat holding a shard of glass. The glass flew across the room and shattered on the ground. The third Clavat got up and started swinging his fists. Emi whipped out her mallet and cracked it over his head. She threw their bodies out the door and pulled the fire alarm.
"Are you all right," Emi asked Isamu.
Isamu replied, "I am now."
"Why didn't you fight back?" Emi asked as she nursed his wounds.
"Violence always leads to more Violence," Isamu was calm, "plus, my heart won't let me fight."
"What?" Emi was confused.
"Three years ago, I got into a fight with this kid and ended up killing him," Isamu told her, "that is why I fear confrontation now. Since then, I've mellowed out and am in a permanent state of tranquility."
"If any one threatens you or picks on you," Emi pledged, "tell me. I'll take car of them."
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A friendship was forged that day. Ever since then, Isamu trained with Emi, to control his strength. In turn, Isamu taught Emi values and control over her emotions. There friendship was unlike any other. In the fact that it felt, like that they had known each other all their lives.
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Now I will go back to the future. I went back to explain more about Emi and Isamu. now that you know how they became friends I can proceed with the story.
UPDATE: I decided to take this in a new direction. I'll explain how their last days of school went before they go on their Journey.