AN- ok, I know the last chapter seemed a little melodramatic, but hey, that's just MTA for ya'. Welcome to his world. But yeah, this will get a lot more interesting. Trust me, I know. But here's chapter three.
Chapter 3…Life Sucks
Life just doesn't get better for me. I don't even know why. I think it's just because I'm cursed. I do have my highs and lows. But just mostly lows. And the occasional high. But life goes on. I'll live. Hopefully.
Last week's occurrence was an abnormal event. But it happens every now and then. I can't help it if I'm short. It is not my fault. But ironically, both of my parents were some-what tall. Maybe it's just because I have the bad genes. It wouldn't be the first time that I've been blamed for having them.
Being picked on for my shortness was another bad part about my life. I was always last when picking teams, groups, or partners. I couldn't help it. No one knew me. No one ever seemed to want to. It wasn't like I had an interesting life. I thought it was quite dull. Except for being an outcast. That's just what I was.
It was about a week later before Urameshi approached me one day after gym. I was changing back into the school uniform's when he somewhat slammed my locker door.
"You know," he said. "You have some guts to take a beating and not thank me for saving your ass."
"Thank a person who skips gym?" I inquired. Well, it was true. I don't remember the last time Yusuke actually attended gym class. I considered him the toughest lazy person in the whole city.
"Hey, I can't help it if gym is a boring class. I mean, c'mon, what's the point? You don't learn anything. And besides, you shouldn't be worried about me skipping gym. Do you really think you can take me on?"
I looked at him dead in the eye. It was actually somewhat humorous, considering I had to look up at him considerably.
"Well, I'm glad someone looks up to me," Yusuke said. Some people started to chuckle at the scene that we were making.
"Leave me alone, Urameshi." To just magnify my point, I sensed for metal content in the general area, making my eyes turn their wonderful shade of gray. Yusuke's look went from confident to disturbed.
"What the…" he muttered taking a step back. "How did you do that?"
Wouldn't you like to know," I said, losing concentration to finish getting dressed. If it was one thing I loved, it was freaking people out. But apparently, Yusuke was not as shocked as some people would have been. Most just look at me weird and then run. All Yusuke did was give me an odd look. How interesting. He must have seen some pretty weird things in his time. I finished getting dressed and closed my locker, heading for the door.
No one was left now except for me and Yusuke. Just as reached the door, he put a hand on my shoulder. "Wait a second, kid."
I turned around, looking Yusuke in the eyes again. "Don't, under any circumstance, call me a kid. I am not a kid. Understand?" With that I left for my next class.
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Lunch time, the best time for me to actually relax, if that is even humanly possible for me. I feel comfortable when I eat. It's just me and my food. That's it, nothing else. No one talks to me; no one even looks at me. Just the plate with food and me.
I liked lunch. It almost made me feel normal. But like I said, almost. I didn't have anyone to talk to. Not like I wanted to talk to someone, but it would be nice if someone could understand. But no one can. I'm different from everyone else here. They really don't know what it's like.
My life is a lonely shell, with just one occupant: me. I have no friends, no one to call, no one to laugh with. It's just me, all by myself with nothing to do but play video games. Let me tell you, even those getting pretty boring after a while. They're fun, but they can never last as long as a friendship might. But I don't have friends, so video games must suffice.
I looked outside for a brief glance at the weather. To my displeasure, it started to rain really hard. Rain like it was trying to flood the island. But no matter. All the rain meant to me was checking the sump pump after I ran home. I hated running, come to think of it. Especially in the rain. Too slippery, and don't retain my balance that well. I imagine you get the picture. Tonight was going to be hell unless I could get home safely. Like that was going to happen.
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Perfect. Things can't get any worse. It's true, it didn't stop raining. In fact, it was raining even harder. And, of course, I thought that taking the short cut would actually quicken my pace and get me home sooner. Wrong again, Mistro. You're just making things worse.
My shortcut went through the woods, but now the path was just complete mud. Great, just great. My life can't get any worse. It was raining, and now my uniform was muddy, so it would have to be washed. But worst of all, I think I was lost. The trail had become extremely muddy. Therefore, I couldn't see it very well, causing me to believe I was lost. I could only hope that I was going in the right direction.
It was starting to get dark, and I was still in the woods. And it's still raining. But up ahead was something that might help me. I thought I saw a person up ahead through the rain, leaning against a tree. Perhaps they could help me. It wouldn't hurt to ask for directions.
As I got closer, I could tell that there was a man there, but he seemed to be in pretty bad shape. His clothes were like rags, almost, and he had many cuts and bruises all over his body. It seemed to be a miracle that he was standing. Let alone breathing.
"Umm…" I said, unsure of what to say. Come to think of it, his eyes were closed. Maybe he was dead. A shiver went up my spine, and then another one as he opened his eyes. I was frozen with terror.
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Where am I? Memories came flooding back to me. The darkened sky, the god of darkness, and then the pain, oh, what incredible pain. I remember the pain. I still felt the pain. But where was I? This surely wasn't the spirit world, that was for sure. And then there was this boy in front of me. He seemed vaguely familiar. He was quite wet with a considerable amount of mud on him and a blue colored uniform that was soaked to the maximum. His eyes, though, there was something about his eyes.
"Where am I?" I asked weakly, unsure of my strength. He just kept looking at me funny.
"Umm…" he said quietly, almost at a whisper.
"Well," I said," where am I?"
"Uh…well…the woods."
"And where are these woods, huh? Surely you can tell me that. Even a fool knows what general area he is in."
"Well, um, Japan, I guess."
Japan. I was on earth with the ningens. How wonderful. I actually had done it. I had created a rip through the dimensions. I hadn't thought it was actually possible, even for us gods, but perhaps it was. I took another look at the boy. I just couldn't put a finger on it. He seemed to have belonged to me, and so very familiar, as if I had seen him before.
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This guy was freaking me out. At first I thought he was dead, and then he asks where we are. How the hell do I know! I'm freaking lost here! Can't you tell me where to go? And then he kept looking at me funny, like he was examining me. I didn't like that look. No one did that kind of thing to me. Hell, he looked even weirder than I did. He had blonde hair with must have been ashes all over him. His eyes were so bloodshot that I couldn't even tell what color they were. And he was fairly short, just standing a few inches taller than I was.
Overall, he looked kind of freaky. Then again he looked really freaky. I was having a hard time trying to figure out why he was still standing. Even worse, I was not able to leave. I couldn't understand it. It was as if I was drawn to him in some way. But why would I want to be drawn to him?
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I have seen him before, but where? He looks so familiar, like I should know him from the past. But he is much too young. He almost reminds me of… No! It cannot be! Surely there must be some other explanation. How can this mere boy be one of my own…his true father had an individual mind, never really obeying orders. Did he take his own word and do with it what he will? There have been rumors about him, but can they be true? There is only one way to find out if he really is one of my forgotten children…
"Come child," I said, trying not to wince as I stood to my full height. "What is your name?"
He hesitated somewhat, unsure of what to do. After about a minute, he looked up to me. "Mistro," he said. "Mistro Turner."
Interesting. Perhaps my children now have a new hope. Do not fear any more, my children. I will not wait any longer.
"Come, Mistro. I have much to tell you," I said, putting my arm around his shoulder for support. "Oh," I added, "just one more thing. You may call me Nieko."