Sorry that the last chapter was so short. I had more but I thought it would confuse all of you so I edited it out. This chapter is a lot longer. Also I'm sorry about all the mistakes in the last chapter... granted there were only three. But anyway on with the fic. damn typos
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Disclaimer: I do not own fruits basket Natsuki Takaya does. But I do own Shade.
Chapter Two: A week later
"Amino Acids- base units of protein, nine essentials, must be supplied by the food you eat," I muttered as I wrote in health.
God, I hate notes, especially since Yuki is in the class. Most girls in this class aren't even taking notes anyway. They're all watching him. I glanced at his seat across the room from mine. How does he act like no one is gawking at him? When practically all the girls in the room (okay, and a few of the boys) are staring at him with drool sliding down their chins.
It was then that I noticed where other eyes were focusing: but it was not love or admiration in those expressions, it was hatred. Tohru Honda... most girls are jealous of her and her friendship with Yuki. Some have hatred for her that knows no bounds, but I don't. I've always wondered why... maybe because I'm not that kind of person. But whatever it is I can't really put my finger on it. I've been jealous of other girls before Tohru. I guess she's just too nice to hate.
"Now class, remember to study for your test on Monday." The teacher yelled as the bell rang.
I hadn't watched the time so I packed up my stuff really fast, worrying if I would make it in time to my next class. Which was practically across campus. Then I quickly ran out of the room and down the hall, nearly tripping over myself twice. I didn't even have time to go to my locker. Luckily, I stumbled into the classroom right before the bell rang—otherwise I would have been dead meat.
The teacher glanced at me irritably from her paper-covered desk. I sat down at the last remaining seat in the far right corner of the room. People had begun to read their books (Romeo and Juliet, ugh) quietly in their seats.
The teacher then abruptly left her desk and went to the front of the room.
"Today we will be starting a new project," she stated briskly. Groans filled the room. Last week we had just finished the last project she had set us on. Our teacher is ambitious, she is.
She objected, "Now, now, this will be fun! And it will let me see the talent I know all of you have." Then she began to explain it. "You—and a partner I will assign to you—will create and write a story. It can be about anything you want but it must take place in a world you have imagined. I am now going to give you the handouts about the project. Oh, and you will find your partner's name at the top of your sheet."
I looked across the room to find my redheaded friend Morgan. "This is going to suck," I mouthed.
When I got my handout I found to my great surprise (and disgust) that Tohru Honda was to be my partner. Now I was gonna be in for it. All the girls in this school would be on my tail asking all sorts of questions about her.
"Hello," said a cheerful voice next to me. It scared the holy shit out of me. But then I turned and saw it was Tohru. Oh, how wonderful... I smiled wryly at her.
"Umm....hey," I rasped, trying to make my voice sound just as cheerful.
Is it even possible for a human to be so damned cheerful?!
"Well," she started, "I think we better start this project quickly. It seems that we have a lot of work to do."
(Lunch)
"It seems like you are getting comfortable with little Tohru, Shade," Morgan chirped as we walked to the lunch table where we always sit.
"I am not," I growled at her.
"Touchy, touchy," She smiled at me evilly, making it obvious how she loved to torment me.
"It wasn't like I had a choice," I started when we sat down at the table.
"I know, but anyway did you see the prince today? He looks really hot," she said, glancing to a crowded table across the lunch room.
"He always does," I muttered irritably.
Oh great, here comes her great speech about Yuki. I swear she's as bad as those fan girls who follow him everywhere.
(Background: Oh my god, the way he flipped his hair. It's like he's been sent from heaven. Ah! Sweet Yuki and the way he walks. So graceful. Sigh....................)
Daydream
"Shade... Shade..." someone called from the darkness, their voice a mysterious whisper.
Why is it always the darkness. Why can I never see the people calling me?
Hands began to pull her out of the darkness
...!! What—!?
"Shade!" Morgan yelled at me. I jerked awake, staring at my friend somewhat apprehensively. She frowned. Worriedly, she said, "What is up with you lately? You seem really out of it."
"It's nothing," I replied quickly, "Just tired I guess."
"Well... okay," Morgan muttered. I could tell she was still worried.
Just then the bell rang and we had to hurry off to class.
(That night)
Dream Sequence
Shade... Shade!
The voice called to her...
Piercing cries of pain filled the night but still
the voice overruled them all, coming closer and closer
until it whispered in her ear
Shade...
I woke up with a start; rain fell outside my window. The thunder cackled loudly, causing all the windows to rattle and shake.
"What a dream," I whispered to myself.
I'd had the same dream many times before but it had never been so real. It seemed to want me to know something. I felt like I had heard the voice before... It was so familiar, but I couldn't figure it out. Slowly, I pulled my legs up underneath the sheets and leaned my arms on them, cradling my head. I watched my black hair slide down the incline of my thighs and the patterns of ripples that played across my skin with the reflection of the water sluicing off my window. Light and shadows playing together in the rain, carefree like bare-footed children...
Who is the voice haunting my dreams?
Where have I heard it before?
My head spun with all those questions that would probably never be answered. God, I needed some sleep, but that unconscious haven did not come to me. So instead I tiptoed over to my bookshelf and plucked down a volume of Edgar Allan Poe's writings. Then I crawled into my bed and began to read.
Alone
By: Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov'd—I lov'd alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
hehehe I love that poem! I hope that was long enough. Oh and I know Shade's dreams are confusing but you'll find out what they mean later on in the story. And also I'll try to have the next chapter posted by next Saturday.