Hey, people! I'm so sorry for not updating for so long, but high school just gives us so much homework, and my computer had a virus and... ugh... I've just been busy... > However, I was THINKING about this fic! And, in my thoughts, I had an idea for a theme song. I think I'll use "Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence. You'll see it on the first chapter(once I edit it). You see, here's what I kinda wanna do... You know how the real theme songs were by Bana, right? And how mature they sounded? I want for the music to have those same elements but... more "teenager-ish" if that makes any sence. Most of Evanescence's songs kinda fit that description in my opinion. But, I just came back from Niagara Falls... It was a school trip... I'm tired... BUT, the fic must continue! So here's the next profile on Haruto Sakaki!
In the Spring
Hey. My name's Haruto Sakaki, you know, Amon Ra's goofy best friend. Well, you know, I wasn't always all goofy and friendly. The two of us first met while in 7th grade, I was going through some hard times. You see, my mother and father, Ririka and Ichiro Sakaki, weren't having such a good relationship... They'd fight almost every day. Amon-kun always seemed to be alone and really, so was I, so I guess that because we both endured a painful childhood, we were kind of drawn to each other. Each of us seemed to understand the other's pain, but somehow, that wasn't good enough for me in the first few weeks of our friendship... Another so-called "friend" told me he knew a way that would carry me through these times. "What is it?" I asked him, eagerly. He looked around cautiously, and whispered "Acid." That's right. I took acid... wedding bells... vacation... a hallucinogen, as smarter people call it. I knew the risks. I knew that an overdose could send me staight into a "bad trip".. I've actually had my share of those. I knew that an overdose could also cause a severe "bad trip" which could lead to psychosis or even perminent insanity. None of my "bad trips" ever got that far, fortunately. I knew that I could do some stupid things because of the drug. I made sure that my bedroom door was locked to it'd be harder for me to escape. And my parents were fighting so much, they barely noticed. But one day, I had Amon-kun and this "friend" over for some homework. That's when my "friend" asked me to get the pearly gates. I knew all the street names for it, so I knew exactly what he was talking about. As soon as Amon-kun saw it, he gave me this look... this disapproving, almost dissappointed look. My "friend" carried on just as he would if we weren't there, and I tried to do the same, but I felt Amon-kun's hawk-like eyes on me. That's when he said it: "If you even think of using that, this friendship is over." I could tell he was disappointed and I felt bad... So I didn't bother using it. The next day, I tried again, but then I thought of him, and suddenly guilt washed over me. I knew that if anything, the drug would only enhance my guilt, so I put it away. This happened every time that I tried from then on and now, I don't even think of it anymore. I don't regret my decision, because behind with him and my other friends is all the "acid" I need... and without the "bad trips"!
Good for you, Haruto-kun! lol Unfortunately, I lost the file that I had most of the kineseses on, so that'll have to wait... But on with the fic!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WITCH HUNTER ROBIN, INU YASHA, .HACK/SIGN, CARDCAPTOR SAKURA, OR THEIR CHARACTERS! I DO, OWN ANY NEW CHARACTER'S YOU'LL SEE THAT DON'T BELONG TO ANY OF THOSE ANIME, BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO LIST THEM.
Robin and Hitomi had just finished thier target practice homework, and decided to move on to math. By this time, both Amon and Hitomi had decided to change out of thier uniforms. Hitomi now had on a short, black, sleaveless dress with a little almost cute looking skull on the front. With that, she wore purple and black striped stalkings. A strange ensemble, yes, but it was in style in Harajuku. As for Amon, he wore a tight black short-sleeve shirt that would make the more strong willed fangirl break out in a nosebleed. This along with baggy dark jeans and a "Live Strong" silicone rubber band on his right arm(Author's Note: I'm sure we've all seen one of those!). Robin tried to ignore the fact that she could clearly see the shape of his chest.
"Ugghhh... I hate math..." Hitomi whinned.
There was a silence then, and finally Hitomi asked the question that both she and Robin were thinking about that very moment.
"Amon-kun... Why don't you like Hideaki-san?"
Amon was silent for a bit.
"I hate him..." he muttered. As he was obviously angry, the two girls decided to ask him nothing more about it.
Just then, the door opened up and in stepped a a brown eyed woman with long black hair that came down to her waste.
"Angelique-chan," she said. "J'achete ce cereale tu aime!" (Angelique-chan, I bought that cereal you like!)
"Oh, merci beaucoup, Tante Isis!"(Oh, thank you very much, Aunt Isis!) Hitomi replied. Robin stared at the lady standing in the doorway. She looked just like Amon! Just then, the woman caught the curious school girl's gaze.
"Oh.. Bonjour! Uh, I mean, konbanwa." she smiled.
"Oh, uh, Robin-chan, this is my aunt, Isis. She and Amon are living with us, you see. Sorry about the French... My parents speak mostly French when we're at home, so we're pretty used to it."
"Oh, that's alright." Robin replied.
The black haired woman turned to Amon.
"Et Adam-chan.. J'achete ton dictionaire." (And Adam-chan... I bought your dictionary.) With that, she handed him an "English to Japanese, Japanese to English" dictionary with an almost hopeful look. Amon merely snatched it and said, flately:
"Merci, maman... Mais, j'ai ce livre." (Thank you, mom... But I have this book.) He then droped it neglectfully it onto the coffee table. Robin could see a slight look of disapointment in Mrs. Ra's eyes. But she then turned to Robin, a replacing it with a happy expression.
"I trust these two have shown you around?" she asked. Hitomi gasped.
"OH, I forgot! C'mon Robin-chan! you have to see the place!" the hyper young girl then grabbed her friends arm and lead her into another room.
"This is our other living room. Amon and Auntie Isis share it." she said.
"Umm... Hitomi-chan..." Robin began. "Why did Ra-san call you 'Angelique' and Amon-san 'Adam'?"
"Oh.. Well, it's because our family is half French and half Japanese. The French side, which is actually Amon-kun's dad's side, insisted on giving us all French nicknames. Actually, 'Angelique' means angelic!" she giggled. "Actually... Maybe I should make you a French nickname... Hmm..."
Robin giggled slightly, but was really focusing more on the 17-year-old boy sitting in the other room. Why did he seem so distant from his mother? Hitomi noticed where Robin was staring and knew instantly what she was thinking.
"Amon-kun's dad, Uncle Osiris, died when he was little... He was hunted by the STN you see... And Amon-kun seems to blame Auntie for it... But, he doesn't know..." Her face turned grim. "He doesn't understand..."
"Wh-what?" Robin studdered, a bit stunned by the serious, or maybe even pained, expression on her black-haired friend's face.
"N-nevermind! I didn't say anything!" her cheery look returned. "Well, let's go see Amon-kun's room!"
Robin decided to drop the subject and wait until Hitomi was ready to tell her. If she tried to force her, it might ruin thier friendship. So, she acted as if nothing had happened.
The night carried on and when Robin got home, she was imediately bombarded with anxious questioning curtisy of her aunt. After Brigida was convindsed, although not thoroughly, that her neice was not exposed to any alchahol, more males other than Amon, or sex of any kind, she finally let down her attack. The next day, everyone had finished thier lunches and were greatly bored.
"Hmm... Let's walk around the school, or something." Yurika suggested.
"Yeah... I guess it's better than wasting away here..." Miho added. So, after making stops at everyone's lockers and wandering all about the school, they decided to stop in a small coridor and sit down, still as bored as before. Small talk bounced back and forth between members of the group, except for Amon of course, who was merely listening to music on his iPod and staring out into space.
"Does anyone here have MSN?" Michael asked. Everyone else nodded.
"Amon-kun does too, he just couldn't here you." Hitomi said.
"May I have your emails?"
"Sure!"
"No prob."
Everyone began sharing emails when Amon noticed and got curious.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Amon shouted, only because his volume was turned up to high for him to hear his own voice.
"Exchanging emails." Hitomi replied.
"WHAT?"
"Exchanging emails!" Hitomi said again, but a little louder.
"SPEAK UP."
Shaking his head, Haruto walked over and sat beside Amon. He tore one of the ear phones out of his friends ear.
"SHE SAID, WE'RE EXCHANGING EMAILS, YOU DEAF MAN!" Hauto yelled into Amon's free ear. Amon winced at the enormous sound as the brown haired boy laughed at his own joke, but stoped slightly when he noticed the ticked look on his friend's face.
"Haruto-kun..." Amon started, looking very frightening. Haruto gulped and laughed nervously.
"Ehehehe... Yeah?"
"Run."
With that, Amon ripped the other phone out and ran after the now screaming boy. The others laughed. Unfortunately for poor Haruto Sakaki, Amon Ra was the more athletic of the both of them and easily caught up to him, trapping him in a head lock.
"Eep! C'mon, man! Lemme go! Can't you take a joke?" Haruto pleaded.
"Ahem..." said a masculine sounding voice. Amon and his prey looked up to see Principal Zaizen staring down at them. Almost embarrassed, the black haired student released Sakaki from his grasp and regained his composure.
"Good morning, Principal Zaizen." Amon said.
"Hi, sir." Haruto was able to muster up.
"Hello, boys... I just came to remind you that such conduct is only allowed in the Self Defence Without Witchcraft classes."
"We know, sir..." Haruto began to explain. "We were only joking around."
"Well, I ask you to cease." the principal said sternly. "Amon-san."
"Yes, sir?"
"I'll expect to see you after school at the regular time like always."
"Yes, sir."
"See you then." the tall elderly man then strided past the group of teens.
"Now, what was that about?"
"Nothing." Amon answered quickly. "Anyway, someone said something about MSN?"
Later, as she sat on the edge of her lylac purple and light blue frilly bed, Robin looked down at her paper with a long list of email addresses.
"Hitomi's email is 'OnigiriNekoLuvzFuruba'
Amon's email is 'hellsing fan bak540'
Haruto's email is 'ayumi hamasaki is hott'
Yurika's email is 'mew ichigo strawberry'
Miho's email is 'aoi sora above me'
Michael's email is 'DARKheavyMETAL368'
Touko's email is 'bleeding heartache'"
While staring at the sheet, she couldn't help but ponder to herself about this mysterious dark haired boy named Amon. What was his connection with Principal Zaizen? What about him and his mother? Why did they live with Hitomi and her family? Why did he seem to dislike her?
(SOLOMON SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT, PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE)
It was 8:00PM, well after school hours. It was no wonder he were the only student approaching the building. He opened the door to which was a big, dark room with only a rather dim golden lamp illuminating it. Amon did not take a seat. Instead, he stood in the doorway, looking directly at the tall, elderly figure sitting in the black swivel chair.
"Any leads?" asked Principal Zaizen. The tall boy shook his head.
"No, sir."
Zaizen turned the chair over to face him.
"Not on who the Eve is? Or even the Adam or Lilith?"
"No, sir."
Zaizen sighed. "It may only be the first week of school, Amon, but you know as well as I do that those witches are dangerous... Anyone of them could kill us all effortlessly. It is best that we find them as soon as possible and eliminate them."
Amon remained silent, but his principal was used to this kind of reaction. Unaffected.
"Amon, I'm going to give you this."
Zaizen looked into one of his drawers until he found what he was looking for. Amon could feel his powers weaken by a very tiny but noticable fraction.
"Here. Catch." said the principal as he passed his student the weapon. Amon looked down at what had just seemed to fly into his hands. A gun. He looked closely at the green mercury-like liquid in the weapon. He breathed in the almost toxic scent of the amo. Very subtle, but able to be picked up by the trained sences.
"Green blood?" Amon muttered.
"Orbo." Zaizen said. "Temporary witch tranquilizer. The term 'green blood' is just its street name."
Amon examined it further.
"If it's left in the body for too long, it turned into a poison that, of course, can be deadly."
As he looked at the tiny vile of green monster in his hands, the smell brought back memories of a ravaged home willed with the same odour, a beloved dead man lying at Amon's feet, a worthless woman who did nothing to help, a young child's broken birthday wishes smeared across a bloody wall, and a horde of dispicable men who did this to his father for no reason at all. Amon's eyes widdened slightly and looked distant. His hands began to shake and his heart beat faster and faster. He'd never gotten over that day. And he probably never would. He'd never forget that August 17th... But what was he supposed to do with this demon's blood that lye in his hands? Bestow the same fate upon another helpless family? Save the world from one who only wishes to devour it?
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
Principal Zaizen grinned at the teenager, whom while feeling incredibly uncomfortable now, kept his unfeeling expression.
Sorry about the spelling mistakes... Didn't get to use the spellchecker..
For all the emails, bythe way, for some reason wouldn't let me add the hotmail part at the end... (glares) Just imagine that each one has the hotmail thingie at the back and al the spaces are underscores.