Do I need to say it again? ~shadow
"What are you doing here?" the lavender-haired girl asked. Naota sighed. "It's none of your business." he grunted. Naota pulled away from the girl's tight grasp. "You're not allowed here." she said calmly. Naota rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he snorted and walked away. She began to trail him. He walked along the bridge, wet clothes plastered to him, messy brown hair pasted flat against his face. The girl continued to follow him. He started to walk faster, but she kept up his pace. Finally Naota went into a flat-out run. 'I don't understand why I'm running from her, its not like she can do something to me.' He stopped and caught his breath, only to turn around and see her right behind him. "WHY do you keep following me?!!" he screamed, gasping for breath. She just smiled. Naota looked at her. Her smile looked like it held back so much pain and sorrow. 'Her eyes...they look so...so sad...' he thought to himself. She continued panting, completely out of breath from the chase. "You remind me of someone." she said simply, wiping the sweat and rainwater from her brow. "That's all."
12 - The Lonely-Eyed Arsonist, Samejima Mamimi
(About an hour earlier)
Ed leaned, bored, against the windowsill, watching the rain splat against the glass, while Naota flipped the channels on the TV. Spike groaned audibly. "Pick a channel already, dammit!" he snapped. Naota didn't pay him much mind. He just kept muttering to himself. "When Animals Attack Mob Leaders, nah, How to Make Your Own Zen Garden, nah, Toenail Clippings That Look Like Recently Deceased Celebrities...god, they have nothing better to put on television these days, huh?" Spike groaned even louder. "Give me that!" he said, snatching the remote from Naota's hand. "Let's see what's on the news." The channel flashed from a clipping that freakishly resembled Rod Roddy, to a balding reporter in his mid-thirties. "...and now for local news. The search is still out for the gang leader known as Vicious. Now added to his list of offenses is the attempted murder of a seventeen-year- old senior at a nearby high school." "Spike-person, that's you!" Ed said. "Spike-person is on the news!" Spike nodded. The reporter continued his broadcast. "Also, a fire is raging at a home on Sakurazawa Avenue. Fire fighters are trying to get inside, but the flames are keeping them at bay. They think it may be arson. Over to you, Todd..." Spike shifted uncomfortably. "That's pretty close-by." he muttered. Naota nodded. "Yes, yes! Ed can see the bright orange light." she said eerily. "It coming over from Ed's right and calling for the messenger from hell to come and ring at their doorbell!" Spike and Naota looked at the girl, kind of scared. "Poetic, but confusing." Spike said. Naota nodded again. "Poetic, but scary." he agreed. "When the Reaper knocks, one must answer the door..." she muttered, going back to looking out the window. They both just shuddered and turned back to the TV.
~*~
Naota looked at the girl. She was no doubt very pretty, but she smelled like barbeque and cigarettes, and it was beginning to make him dizzy. He grabbed onto the rail, leaned on it, in order to keep his own balance. She looked at him, slightly concerned. "No one every uses this bridge anymore." the girl said, turning her attention to the rickety old bridge that they were standing on. She sat at the railing, letting her feet dangle off the edge. "I come here to relax. It's peaceful, you know..." Naota nodded. "Why'd they stop using the bridge?" he queried. The girl motioned for him to sit next to her and he did. "Why'd people stop using this bridge?" he repeated. "Fire." she stated simply. She kept her eyes straight ahead. Naota, meanwhile, couldn't keep his eyes off of her. "AHH!!! Look at the bright orange light!" she cooed. "Watch it burn with me. Please? Watch the house burn with me."
~*~
Naota decided to leave the hospital after the news went off. He sighed and slung on his backpack. "I still have a lot of homework to do." he muttered. "So I need to go, before it gets really late." Spike nodded slightly in acknowledgment of his statement, not taking his eyes off the TV. Ed, meanwhile, got up from the window and ran over to Naota. "Edward really appreciates all of the things you did for Ed and Spike-person today." she smiled, pulling Naota into a huge hug. "I-it's no problem..." he gasped. "...b-but...you're...c-cutting off my...a-air supply! C-can't...b-b-breathe!" Ed let go of him, before he started turning colors. "Ed will see you in school tomorrow, okay!" "Alright." Naota said, waving as he left from the hospital building.
~*~
"Isn't this the house on the news?" Naota asked the strange girl. "The one on Sakurazawa Avenue?" The girl nodded, barely able to hide the excitement that she felt, tingling all over her. Fire had an odd reaction with her. She loved to see it, feel it, to be near it. The glowing, licking flames hypnotized her; put her in a trance. It was her version of getting high or tipsy, watching the glowing, orange lights dance around near her. But, there was never enough fire, never enough flames to satisfy her desires, so she created her own; blazing infernos all her own. "It makes me sad when they put them out." she whispered to Naota. "The fire...it's so pretty, but they destroy it every time. They destroy it with their water and sand...." Naota turned once more to the strange girl by his side, this girl he had met barely a half an hour ago. Now they sat side by side with one another, watching one of nature's most destructive forces. "You like fire then, huh?" he chuckled. She nodded. Naota took hold of her wrist, and she winced slightly, in pain. "Is that how you got this?" he asked, brushing a fresh, raw, red burn with his fingers. She winced again and nodded. 'She's very submissive...' Naota thought to himself. "A passive pyromaniac, how...unique...'
~*~
Fire always made Naota nervous, and he was mortified at the sight he saw nearing the site of the burning building. It was an inferno. The hell- fire kept the firefighters from even getting within 100 feet of the house. 'No one could survive those flames.' he thought sadly. Naota shook his head and leaned on the road block next to him. That's when it dawned on him. The quickest way home for him was down that street, which was blocked off because of the fire. His only other way home was down the rickety, old, abandoned bridge alongside the river, which was an extra 5 miles added to his hike home. "DAMMIT!" he screamed, louder than intended. A few people looked at him sympathetically. "I know, boy." An old woman said. "It's hard, I know, but, just have faith that God will help them out unscathed." A nearby young man, he guessed was in his mid-twenties, scoffed at the old woman's comment. "There is no God." he said indignantly. "If there were, he wouldn't have allowed this to happen!" The man broke down in tears at the end of that statement, and Naota decided to get away before he was pulled further into the event.
~*~
Naota stood up. "Where do you go to school at?" he asked. The girl paid him no mind. She was still transfixed by the fire. He continued trying to get her attention. "I go to Akira Maru Private High School. It's cool, because you don't have to wear a uniform there, like your school probably does..." he stammered, his eyes going down to the plaid dress she was wearing. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a small cigarette, then turned to look at him. "I'm out of school." she said flatly. "My name is Samejima Mamimi, yours?" She offered him a cigarette, but he declined. "Nandaba Naota...or Naota Nandaba, whichever is your preference." The girl, Mamimi smiled. "You have a cool name, Nandaba Naota." she muttered through the cigarette in her mouth. "How old are you?" He pushed back his rain- soaked hair and smiled slightly. "Fifteen." he said calmly. "I'll be 16 in January." Mamimi looked him amused. "Look kind of small for 15." she laughed. Naota looked at her indignantly. "How old are YOU then, Samejima Mamimi?" he grunted. She just ignored him and took a long drag on her cigarette. Naota's eyes flashed to the glow from it. His jaw dropped in shock and amazement. "How is that possible!?!" he yelled. "It's raining cats and dogs! You can't light up in this kind of weather; the rain would drench the flame!" Mamimi looked at the boy aloofly. "It's magic."
Okay, that's all for chapter 12. Do you like? Huh? Do ya, do ya, do ya? Meh, whatever. I'm just proud that this was longer than some of the other chapters. Love ya, bye! ~ shadow
"What are you doing here?" the lavender-haired girl asked. Naota sighed. "It's none of your business." he grunted. Naota pulled away from the girl's tight grasp. "You're not allowed here." she said calmly. Naota rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he snorted and walked away. She began to trail him. He walked along the bridge, wet clothes plastered to him, messy brown hair pasted flat against his face. The girl continued to follow him. He started to walk faster, but she kept up his pace. Finally Naota went into a flat-out run. 'I don't understand why I'm running from her, its not like she can do something to me.' He stopped and caught his breath, only to turn around and see her right behind him. "WHY do you keep following me?!!" he screamed, gasping for breath. She just smiled. Naota looked at her. Her smile looked like it held back so much pain and sorrow. 'Her eyes...they look so...so sad...' he thought to himself. She continued panting, completely out of breath from the chase. "You remind me of someone." she said simply, wiping the sweat and rainwater from her brow. "That's all."
12 - The Lonely-Eyed Arsonist, Samejima Mamimi
(About an hour earlier)
Ed leaned, bored, against the windowsill, watching the rain splat against the glass, while Naota flipped the channels on the TV. Spike groaned audibly. "Pick a channel already, dammit!" he snapped. Naota didn't pay him much mind. He just kept muttering to himself. "When Animals Attack Mob Leaders, nah, How to Make Your Own Zen Garden, nah, Toenail Clippings That Look Like Recently Deceased Celebrities...god, they have nothing better to put on television these days, huh?" Spike groaned even louder. "Give me that!" he said, snatching the remote from Naota's hand. "Let's see what's on the news." The channel flashed from a clipping that freakishly resembled Rod Roddy, to a balding reporter in his mid-thirties. "...and now for local news. The search is still out for the gang leader known as Vicious. Now added to his list of offenses is the attempted murder of a seventeen-year- old senior at a nearby high school." "Spike-person, that's you!" Ed said. "Spike-person is on the news!" Spike nodded. The reporter continued his broadcast. "Also, a fire is raging at a home on Sakurazawa Avenue. Fire fighters are trying to get inside, but the flames are keeping them at bay. They think it may be arson. Over to you, Todd..." Spike shifted uncomfortably. "That's pretty close-by." he muttered. Naota nodded. "Yes, yes! Ed can see the bright orange light." she said eerily. "It coming over from Ed's right and calling for the messenger from hell to come and ring at their doorbell!" Spike and Naota looked at the girl, kind of scared. "Poetic, but confusing." Spike said. Naota nodded again. "Poetic, but scary." he agreed. "When the Reaper knocks, one must answer the door..." she muttered, going back to looking out the window. They both just shuddered and turned back to the TV.
~*~
Naota looked at the girl. She was no doubt very pretty, but she smelled like barbeque and cigarettes, and it was beginning to make him dizzy. He grabbed onto the rail, leaned on it, in order to keep his own balance. She looked at him, slightly concerned. "No one every uses this bridge anymore." the girl said, turning her attention to the rickety old bridge that they were standing on. She sat at the railing, letting her feet dangle off the edge. "I come here to relax. It's peaceful, you know..." Naota nodded. "Why'd they stop using the bridge?" he queried. The girl motioned for him to sit next to her and he did. "Why'd people stop using this bridge?" he repeated. "Fire." she stated simply. She kept her eyes straight ahead. Naota, meanwhile, couldn't keep his eyes off of her. "AHH!!! Look at the bright orange light!" she cooed. "Watch it burn with me. Please? Watch the house burn with me."
~*~
Naota decided to leave the hospital after the news went off. He sighed and slung on his backpack. "I still have a lot of homework to do." he muttered. "So I need to go, before it gets really late." Spike nodded slightly in acknowledgment of his statement, not taking his eyes off the TV. Ed, meanwhile, got up from the window and ran over to Naota. "Edward really appreciates all of the things you did for Ed and Spike-person today." she smiled, pulling Naota into a huge hug. "I-it's no problem..." he gasped. "...b-but...you're...c-cutting off my...a-air supply! C-can't...b-b-breathe!" Ed let go of him, before he started turning colors. "Ed will see you in school tomorrow, okay!" "Alright." Naota said, waving as he left from the hospital building.
~*~
"Isn't this the house on the news?" Naota asked the strange girl. "The one on Sakurazawa Avenue?" The girl nodded, barely able to hide the excitement that she felt, tingling all over her. Fire had an odd reaction with her. She loved to see it, feel it, to be near it. The glowing, licking flames hypnotized her; put her in a trance. It was her version of getting high or tipsy, watching the glowing, orange lights dance around near her. But, there was never enough fire, never enough flames to satisfy her desires, so she created her own; blazing infernos all her own. "It makes me sad when they put them out." she whispered to Naota. "The fire...it's so pretty, but they destroy it every time. They destroy it with their water and sand...." Naota turned once more to the strange girl by his side, this girl he had met barely a half an hour ago. Now they sat side by side with one another, watching one of nature's most destructive forces. "You like fire then, huh?" he chuckled. She nodded. Naota took hold of her wrist, and she winced slightly, in pain. "Is that how you got this?" he asked, brushing a fresh, raw, red burn with his fingers. She winced again and nodded. 'She's very submissive...' Naota thought to himself. "A passive pyromaniac, how...unique...'
~*~
Fire always made Naota nervous, and he was mortified at the sight he saw nearing the site of the burning building. It was an inferno. The hell- fire kept the firefighters from even getting within 100 feet of the house. 'No one could survive those flames.' he thought sadly. Naota shook his head and leaned on the road block next to him. That's when it dawned on him. The quickest way home for him was down that street, which was blocked off because of the fire. His only other way home was down the rickety, old, abandoned bridge alongside the river, which was an extra 5 miles added to his hike home. "DAMMIT!" he screamed, louder than intended. A few people looked at him sympathetically. "I know, boy." An old woman said. "It's hard, I know, but, just have faith that God will help them out unscathed." A nearby young man, he guessed was in his mid-twenties, scoffed at the old woman's comment. "There is no God." he said indignantly. "If there were, he wouldn't have allowed this to happen!" The man broke down in tears at the end of that statement, and Naota decided to get away before he was pulled further into the event.
~*~
Naota stood up. "Where do you go to school at?" he asked. The girl paid him no mind. She was still transfixed by the fire. He continued trying to get her attention. "I go to Akira Maru Private High School. It's cool, because you don't have to wear a uniform there, like your school probably does..." he stammered, his eyes going down to the plaid dress she was wearing. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a small cigarette, then turned to look at him. "I'm out of school." she said flatly. "My name is Samejima Mamimi, yours?" She offered him a cigarette, but he declined. "Nandaba Naota...or Naota Nandaba, whichever is your preference." The girl, Mamimi smiled. "You have a cool name, Nandaba Naota." she muttered through the cigarette in her mouth. "How old are you?" He pushed back his rain- soaked hair and smiled slightly. "Fifteen." he said calmly. "I'll be 16 in January." Mamimi looked him amused. "Look kind of small for 15." she laughed. Naota looked at her indignantly. "How old are YOU then, Samejima Mamimi?" he grunted. She just ignored him and took a long drag on her cigarette. Naota's eyes flashed to the glow from it. His jaw dropped in shock and amazement. "How is that possible!?!" he yelled. "It's raining cats and dogs! You can't light up in this kind of weather; the rain would drench the flame!" Mamimi looked at the boy aloofly. "It's magic."
Okay, that's all for chapter 12. Do you like? Huh? Do ya, do ya, do ya? Meh, whatever. I'm just proud that this was longer than some of the other chapters. Love ya, bye! ~ shadow