AN- Hey, it's Chan Yoruyamatiha here again. ^-^ No one's reading this
story, so poo on everyone who isn't reading! .
Chapter 4 - Fitting In
Rose led the way up a fight of stairs as I followed her, taking in every detail I could. Her house was full of style; anyone could see that. She obviously liked colorful things, and flowers and scarves. Her house had an abundance of these things, and I looked around to see everything. I just wasn't used to seeing all of these things since I've lived on the street so long.
As we ascended the long stairs, I stared at Rose, trying to learn things about her. Why was she taking me in this house? What did she have in store for me?
Pushing back my sleek black hair, I soon found Rose and myself standing in front of a beautifully carved set of French doors. Rose smiled at me with a pink-lipsticked smile and opened the door, grandly revealing a gigantic room with several people in it, conversing in several small groups. As Rose and I entered, everyone immediately stopped talking and stared at me. I can't stand being stared at...
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new student who will be staying here..." Rose grandly announced, putting her hand on my shoulder. I shuddered beneath the feel of her hand and everyone staring at me. I simply clenched my hands into fists and stared forward.
"This is Kaoru Miadama, and she is new here, so please make her feel welcome."
A little while later, I found myself sitting on a bed that Rose had told me was my own. I was staring at the light, fluffy pillow and comforter as I wondered exactly how rich Rose was to have eight of these beds in one large room.
I was the eighth of several young people Rose was boarding here. I glanced around the room as they talked and glanced at me, but no one dared come near me.
("Must be my aura...") I thought to myself. ("Everyone has a slightly dark aura.. but not the Satsui no Hadou... it's all something else...")
There was a tall girl with long, straight, chestnut-colored hair talking to a slightly shorter girl with blonde hair, pulled back in a high ponytail. They both kept throwing nervous glances in my direction, as if I were some scary monster instead of a teenage girl.
In another crowd, there were three guys, all of them gaping stupidly at me. One of them had short blonde hair and dark eyes, another one with shoulder- length chocolate hair, and the last one had black hair with long bangs; he looked Korean and had the face of an angel. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly looked away with the hint of a blush on his face.
The last two people were a guy and a girl, obviously twins. Both of them had almond-shaped eyes and short black hair. They were about the same height and were almost exactly alike, aside from the fact that one was a guy and the other a girl; they looked even younger than me.
I looked at my bag beside me and pretended to be looking for something in there. The first thing that came to my mind was my compact mirror. To tell the truth, I can be a little vain sometimes. It's not much, but it's the last thing I have of my family. My mother gave it to me only weeks before I killed her and my father. Its creamy bronze powder reminded me of her, even though it's hard to remember her. Maybe it's the soft aroma of it, the same aroma I smelt whenever I used to help her into her fancy kimonos and powder her face. But those memories are lost forever. They seem to be lost in this small compact make-up mirror.
I came back to reality and found myself gazing into the mirror, completely lost in my thoughts. Quickly, I snapped it shut as I saw the three boys staring at me again out of the corner of my eye. How stupid I must have looked...
The French doors opened again and Rose stepped in. She walked elegantly over to me and gazed down at me, a small smile on her sharp face.
"Come downstairs with me, Kaoru. I've prepared some food for you to eat. I'm quiet certain that you haven't eaten in 26 hours and 14 minutes."
I couldn't help but smile at Rose as I rose and walked down the stairs with her. (Lol... no pun intended)
"Hm... you sound like a stalker when you say that," I joked as we soon reached the bottom of the stairs.
Rose turned to smile at me again as I realized that this would be the start of a long and lasting friendship.
~~~~~~~~~~[Sorry that my chapters are so short!]~~~~~~~~~
Mwah. This chapter turned out better than I thought it would. I've had writer's block, you might have noticed since I posted Chapter 13 of The Reconciliation late. I've just tried to take a break, as advised from Trutenor. I don't think anyone has really read this other than me or DeNice, so I'm gonna start crying now... *Grabs pillow and lets out loud sobs*
REVIEW OR I'LL CRY ALL THE WATER OUT OF MY BODY INTO THIS PILLOW. And then I'll like... die or something. X.X
Chapter 4 - Fitting In
Rose led the way up a fight of stairs as I followed her, taking in every detail I could. Her house was full of style; anyone could see that. She obviously liked colorful things, and flowers and scarves. Her house had an abundance of these things, and I looked around to see everything. I just wasn't used to seeing all of these things since I've lived on the street so long.
As we ascended the long stairs, I stared at Rose, trying to learn things about her. Why was she taking me in this house? What did she have in store for me?
Pushing back my sleek black hair, I soon found Rose and myself standing in front of a beautifully carved set of French doors. Rose smiled at me with a pink-lipsticked smile and opened the door, grandly revealing a gigantic room with several people in it, conversing in several small groups. As Rose and I entered, everyone immediately stopped talking and stared at me. I can't stand being stared at...
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new student who will be staying here..." Rose grandly announced, putting her hand on my shoulder. I shuddered beneath the feel of her hand and everyone staring at me. I simply clenched my hands into fists and stared forward.
"This is Kaoru Miadama, and she is new here, so please make her feel welcome."
A little while later, I found myself sitting on a bed that Rose had told me was my own. I was staring at the light, fluffy pillow and comforter as I wondered exactly how rich Rose was to have eight of these beds in one large room.
I was the eighth of several young people Rose was boarding here. I glanced around the room as they talked and glanced at me, but no one dared come near me.
("Must be my aura...") I thought to myself. ("Everyone has a slightly dark aura.. but not the Satsui no Hadou... it's all something else...")
There was a tall girl with long, straight, chestnut-colored hair talking to a slightly shorter girl with blonde hair, pulled back in a high ponytail. They both kept throwing nervous glances in my direction, as if I were some scary monster instead of a teenage girl.
In another crowd, there were three guys, all of them gaping stupidly at me. One of them had short blonde hair and dark eyes, another one with shoulder- length chocolate hair, and the last one had black hair with long bangs; he looked Korean and had the face of an angel. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly looked away with the hint of a blush on his face.
The last two people were a guy and a girl, obviously twins. Both of them had almond-shaped eyes and short black hair. They were about the same height and were almost exactly alike, aside from the fact that one was a guy and the other a girl; they looked even younger than me.
I looked at my bag beside me and pretended to be looking for something in there. The first thing that came to my mind was my compact mirror. To tell the truth, I can be a little vain sometimes. It's not much, but it's the last thing I have of my family. My mother gave it to me only weeks before I killed her and my father. Its creamy bronze powder reminded me of her, even though it's hard to remember her. Maybe it's the soft aroma of it, the same aroma I smelt whenever I used to help her into her fancy kimonos and powder her face. But those memories are lost forever. They seem to be lost in this small compact make-up mirror.
I came back to reality and found myself gazing into the mirror, completely lost in my thoughts. Quickly, I snapped it shut as I saw the three boys staring at me again out of the corner of my eye. How stupid I must have looked...
The French doors opened again and Rose stepped in. She walked elegantly over to me and gazed down at me, a small smile on her sharp face.
"Come downstairs with me, Kaoru. I've prepared some food for you to eat. I'm quiet certain that you haven't eaten in 26 hours and 14 minutes."
I couldn't help but smile at Rose as I rose and walked down the stairs with her. (Lol... no pun intended)
"Hm... you sound like a stalker when you say that," I joked as we soon reached the bottom of the stairs.
Rose turned to smile at me again as I realized that this would be the start of a long and lasting friendship.
~~~~~~~~~~[Sorry that my chapters are so short!]~~~~~~~~~
Mwah. This chapter turned out better than I thought it would. I've had writer's block, you might have noticed since I posted Chapter 13 of The Reconciliation late. I've just tried to take a break, as advised from Trutenor. I don't think anyone has really read this other than me or DeNice, so I'm gonna start crying now... *Grabs pillow and lets out loud sobs*
REVIEW OR I'LL CRY ALL THE WATER OUT OF MY BODY INTO THIS PILLOW. And then I'll like... die or something. X.X