Live The Life
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter One: Eighteen
On the first day of school that year, being Krillin's first year in Katsuma High School, he walked casually into the building at seven thirty in the morning, planning to have a look at the class lists before the other students began to crowd about the papers in search of names of their own and their companions. He saw the school, which he'd never been in before, was quite large, as was the gymnasium of the building, in which were located the desired lists. He found himself wandering to the third list, being on the left of the stage, duct- taped to the wall.
"Krillin..." he spoke his name as he searched for it, scrolling down the list. All the names were familiar, that was, all but one. "Eighteen...? Who's that?" Krillin wondered as he searched onwards for his name. "Ah, here it is..." he stabbed his index finger at his name, quite near the bottom of the list, content that he'd found it. "I wonder who Kimura- sensei is...in the ninth grade tour, we never met him...oh, Kami, he teaches math? My homeroom class is math?! I'm going to die in grade ten!" Krillin cried, pounding his fist on the wall.
"Um...'scuse me...I'd like to see that list, there, and you're kind of in my way." A girl, taller than Krillin, with straight, shoulder-length blonde hair, and icy blue eyes that pierced Krillin's heart, tapped him on the shoulder. When he'd turned around, he was shocked to see someone he didn't recognize there...especially when that someone was so pretty...
"Oh, s-sorry..." Krillin took a large step sideways, and out of the girl's way. She rolled her eyes at his timidness, and stepped up to the list, moving her finger down the names. "Here. I guess I'm in your class." The girl said, smirking at Krillin. "What's your name?" She asked.
"K-Krillin..." the boy managed, stumbling over his words as she asked him the question without introducing herself first. She hadn't bothered to use the slightest amount of manners with Krillin, expressing the fact that she didn't care who he was, and whether he though she was a rude snob or not. It intimidated him. But still...those eyes...
"Oh. I'm Eighteen." The girl said.
"N-nice to m-meet you..." Krillin extended a hand, in offering of a friendly shake. Eighteen ignored the gesture, and walked away. "Likewise, Krillin," she said over her shoulder as she exited the gym, leaving Krillin alone in the large room.
"Kami, she's pretty..." Krillin thought aloud. He shook the thoughts away, though, and walked after her. He should try and make friends, first, if he wanted to have any chance with someone as pretty. "Hey, Eighteen!" He called, running after the girl, who strode towards the doors to outside. Eighteen stopped. "What?" She asked, turning around.
"I uh...er..." Krillin hadn't thought of what to say to her. Stupid move.
"You uh...er..." Eighteen mocked the boy who mumbled nonsense, trying to think of something to say.
"I..." the thought struck Krillin with an almost physical force. "You didn't go to Tsunama Junior High, did you?"
"No. I went to a school out of town. I moved here because of my father's new job," Eighteen replied bluntly. She obviously wasn't interested in making conversation with Krillin, as she headed for the bicycle rack, not looking back the boy who followed her. Krillin nodded. "So, you want me to show you around town, then?" He offered. Nanase was a small town, yet hard to find your way around if you were new. All the houses were the same white styled old Victorians, perfect for a game of hide and seek, no matter what your age, and the street signs were so worn out, it was a wonder the mailmen got the packages to the right house at all.
"Why not?" Eighteen sighed. "There's nothing else to do around here, so I might as well learn my way around..."
"Oh, you'll change your mind once you get used to Nanase. It's a great place, and there's lots to do! You'll see!" Krillin smiled as Eighteen mounted a bike she unlocked from the rack, and put a black helmet on her head. Krillin's smile faded into a blank stare. "Where're you going? School will start soon, you know." He said.
"I'm not staying here until the bell rings, that's for sure. I think I might even skip today." She said.
"Skip? But it's the first day!" Krillin said, surprised she would skip on her first day at school.
"So?" Eighteen pushed on the pedals of her bike, and rode in a slow circle, Krillin talking to her, and walking alongside the ride. "So you'll miss important things! Don't you want your class schedule?" Krillin pointed out.
"...I guess you're right. I might skip tomorrow, then. Or the day after." Eighteen contemplated her options.
"Do you skip a lot of school?"
"I used to. Then I got caught, last year. I didn't skip again, until later in the year. And unless I get caught here, too, I'll be skipping all year round." Eighteen sighed as she rode through a puddle that Krillin hopped over, and Jug's bike made tired tread marks on the sidewalk before the school as it wet along, with it's now wet tires.
Krillin's hopes faded. He wished she hadn't said she skipped often...Krillin was an A average student, and couldn't afford to skip. He'd need a scholarship to get into any college at all, since he wasn't very rich, and if his mother ever found he'd done such a thing, she'd ground him until he was thirty, and living in his mother's basement, collecting comic books and unpopular games considered "only for dorks." "Oh." Krillin stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"You look more like a geek type, so I bet you've never skipped before. Am I right?" Eighteen smirked, hearing Krillin's voice sound disappointed and somewhat alienated. Krillin twisted his mouth into a frown. "N-no, I do it all the time!" He lied. He wanted to impress Eighteen for some reason, and he guessed that if she knew he'd had a perfect attendance award for every year since grade four, in which he was away two weeks for having the chicken pocks, she would laugh at him, and ride away.
"Oh?" Eighteen laughed. "I bet you're bluffing."
Krillin blushed. She saw right through him! It was true, he was no good at lying, but did she have to make it sound like he was so obvious to read? "No, I'm not," Krillin tried to instill more confidence in his voice.
"Prove it. Skip school with me tomorrow." Eighteen said, determined to see Krillin's true colors show.
"The whole day...?" Krillin almost gasped, but remembered he shouldn't sound shocked, as she thought he was a 'frequent skipper.' Eighteen nodded. "We'll do things like go to the arcade, and stuff. Anything you like." She offered.
"O-okay," Krillin accepted, his voice shaky. What had he gotten himself into?!
"Great. I'll see you in class at the bell, then. Bye!" Eighteen pedaled harder, away from Krillin, who was left in the dust, staring after her. "Bye," he said, still shocked he'd accepted skipping the next day's classes. He was going to be in big trouble...he just knew they'd get caught, or something. And on the first real day of classes, too! He was in for it now...
- - - What did you guys think? Be honest; this was my first Krillin-Eighteen romance...I don't know if it's any good, or if I'll even continue it after this. It all depends on what you, the readers, decide--should I write you another chapter, or get rid of this? I just really wanted to write a Krillin-Eighteen fiction, because, for some unknown reason, I think they're cute together! ; Anyway, I know the entire idea of this fiction was irregular of myself to write, but I HAD to! ---And a warning/explanation: there will be language and some...other content in later chapters, so that's why this is PG- 13--don't read if you don't like!
--Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter One: Eighteen
On the first day of school that year, being Krillin's first year in Katsuma High School, he walked casually into the building at seven thirty in the morning, planning to have a look at the class lists before the other students began to crowd about the papers in search of names of their own and their companions. He saw the school, which he'd never been in before, was quite large, as was the gymnasium of the building, in which were located the desired lists. He found himself wandering to the third list, being on the left of the stage, duct- taped to the wall.
"Krillin..." he spoke his name as he searched for it, scrolling down the list. All the names were familiar, that was, all but one. "Eighteen...? Who's that?" Krillin wondered as he searched onwards for his name. "Ah, here it is..." he stabbed his index finger at his name, quite near the bottom of the list, content that he'd found it. "I wonder who Kimura- sensei is...in the ninth grade tour, we never met him...oh, Kami, he teaches math? My homeroom class is math?! I'm going to die in grade ten!" Krillin cried, pounding his fist on the wall.
"Um...'scuse me...I'd like to see that list, there, and you're kind of in my way." A girl, taller than Krillin, with straight, shoulder-length blonde hair, and icy blue eyes that pierced Krillin's heart, tapped him on the shoulder. When he'd turned around, he was shocked to see someone he didn't recognize there...especially when that someone was so pretty...
"Oh, s-sorry..." Krillin took a large step sideways, and out of the girl's way. She rolled her eyes at his timidness, and stepped up to the list, moving her finger down the names. "Here. I guess I'm in your class." The girl said, smirking at Krillin. "What's your name?" She asked.
"K-Krillin..." the boy managed, stumbling over his words as she asked him the question without introducing herself first. She hadn't bothered to use the slightest amount of manners with Krillin, expressing the fact that she didn't care who he was, and whether he though she was a rude snob or not. It intimidated him. But still...those eyes...
"Oh. I'm Eighteen." The girl said.
"N-nice to m-meet you..." Krillin extended a hand, in offering of a friendly shake. Eighteen ignored the gesture, and walked away. "Likewise, Krillin," she said over her shoulder as she exited the gym, leaving Krillin alone in the large room.
"Kami, she's pretty..." Krillin thought aloud. He shook the thoughts away, though, and walked after her. He should try and make friends, first, if he wanted to have any chance with someone as pretty. "Hey, Eighteen!" He called, running after the girl, who strode towards the doors to outside. Eighteen stopped. "What?" She asked, turning around.
"I uh...er..." Krillin hadn't thought of what to say to her. Stupid move.
"You uh...er..." Eighteen mocked the boy who mumbled nonsense, trying to think of something to say.
"I..." the thought struck Krillin with an almost physical force. "You didn't go to Tsunama Junior High, did you?"
"No. I went to a school out of town. I moved here because of my father's new job," Eighteen replied bluntly. She obviously wasn't interested in making conversation with Krillin, as she headed for the bicycle rack, not looking back the boy who followed her. Krillin nodded. "So, you want me to show you around town, then?" He offered. Nanase was a small town, yet hard to find your way around if you were new. All the houses were the same white styled old Victorians, perfect for a game of hide and seek, no matter what your age, and the street signs were so worn out, it was a wonder the mailmen got the packages to the right house at all.
"Why not?" Eighteen sighed. "There's nothing else to do around here, so I might as well learn my way around..."
"Oh, you'll change your mind once you get used to Nanase. It's a great place, and there's lots to do! You'll see!" Krillin smiled as Eighteen mounted a bike she unlocked from the rack, and put a black helmet on her head. Krillin's smile faded into a blank stare. "Where're you going? School will start soon, you know." He said.
"I'm not staying here until the bell rings, that's for sure. I think I might even skip today." She said.
"Skip? But it's the first day!" Krillin said, surprised she would skip on her first day at school.
"So?" Eighteen pushed on the pedals of her bike, and rode in a slow circle, Krillin talking to her, and walking alongside the ride. "So you'll miss important things! Don't you want your class schedule?" Krillin pointed out.
"...I guess you're right. I might skip tomorrow, then. Or the day after." Eighteen contemplated her options.
"Do you skip a lot of school?"
"I used to. Then I got caught, last year. I didn't skip again, until later in the year. And unless I get caught here, too, I'll be skipping all year round." Eighteen sighed as she rode through a puddle that Krillin hopped over, and Jug's bike made tired tread marks on the sidewalk before the school as it wet along, with it's now wet tires.
Krillin's hopes faded. He wished she hadn't said she skipped often...Krillin was an A average student, and couldn't afford to skip. He'd need a scholarship to get into any college at all, since he wasn't very rich, and if his mother ever found he'd done such a thing, she'd ground him until he was thirty, and living in his mother's basement, collecting comic books and unpopular games considered "only for dorks." "Oh." Krillin stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"You look more like a geek type, so I bet you've never skipped before. Am I right?" Eighteen smirked, hearing Krillin's voice sound disappointed and somewhat alienated. Krillin twisted his mouth into a frown. "N-no, I do it all the time!" He lied. He wanted to impress Eighteen for some reason, and he guessed that if she knew he'd had a perfect attendance award for every year since grade four, in which he was away two weeks for having the chicken pocks, she would laugh at him, and ride away.
"Oh?" Eighteen laughed. "I bet you're bluffing."
Krillin blushed. She saw right through him! It was true, he was no good at lying, but did she have to make it sound like he was so obvious to read? "No, I'm not," Krillin tried to instill more confidence in his voice.
"Prove it. Skip school with me tomorrow." Eighteen said, determined to see Krillin's true colors show.
"The whole day...?" Krillin almost gasped, but remembered he shouldn't sound shocked, as she thought he was a 'frequent skipper.' Eighteen nodded. "We'll do things like go to the arcade, and stuff. Anything you like." She offered.
"O-okay," Krillin accepted, his voice shaky. What had he gotten himself into?!
"Great. I'll see you in class at the bell, then. Bye!" Eighteen pedaled harder, away from Krillin, who was left in the dust, staring after her. "Bye," he said, still shocked he'd accepted skipping the next day's classes. He was going to be in big trouble...he just knew they'd get caught, or something. And on the first real day of classes, too! He was in for it now...
- - - What did you guys think? Be honest; this was my first Krillin-Eighteen romance...I don't know if it's any good, or if I'll even continue it after this. It all depends on what you, the readers, decide--should I write you another chapter, or get rid of this? I just really wanted to write a Krillin-Eighteen fiction, because, for some unknown reason, I think they're cute together! ; Anyway, I know the entire idea of this fiction was irregular of myself to write, but I HAD to! ---And a warning/explanation: there will be language and some...other content in later chapters, so that's why this is PG- 13--don't read if you don't like!
--Kai