A/N: Wow! It's been forever since I've updated this! I feel so ashamed!
Well, I finally got off my lazy ass and wrote the next chapter! I'll try to
update more often, promise!
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Kalira and shane were walking together down the sidewalk that glinted with the reflection of the sun on the leaves. They laughed and joked, tred to trip eachother and worried when they fell face forward on the sidewalk. Kalira was humming a soft tune, swinging her bag in movement with her steps.
"Is that your new song that your playing in Orchestra?"
Kalira stopped humming, smiling up at him. "Yup! Isn't it pretty? I love that song. And it sounds so good with the whole Orchestra!"
He smiled back, then looked on to the end of the street. They had gotten to their street by now, and Kalira, wondering what he was looking at, got on her tiptoes and looked as well.
"Hey! We got visitors!"
She was refering to the black car that was sitting idly in front of her house. She noticed a similar one in front of Shane's. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Hm...so do you...wonder who they are?"
Shane, busy with looking at the cars, didn't see the crack in the sidewalk ahead of him. He tripped over it, falling flat down on the concrete. He didn't move. Kalira, eyes wide, fell to her knees next to him. "Shane?"
Nothing.
"C'mon, Shane, don't joke around, get up!" She said, nudging him with her toe.
Still nothing. He didn't move. With trembling hands, she slowly turned him over, afraid at what she might see. But the moment she turned him around, he jumped up, tackling her to the ground and started to tickle her. She screeched and pushed him off her, eyes blazing in anger.
"You freak! I was worried about you!"
"Ow! Kaliiiiira! That hurt!" Shane whined, rubbing his side where he had fallen on it when she pushed him.
"BAKA!!!" She yelled, storming into her house, and slamming the door behind her. She locked the door, and upon turning around, she came face to face with a rough looking burly fellow. She screamed, and threw out her fist automatically. He grunted and fell back a step, hands coming up to his face where a red imprint of her fist lay.
"Kalira!"
She looked up at her foster mother, eyes wide. "He....Who....MUM!" Who's that!?!?" She shouted, pointing accusingly at the man.
Her mom's face seemed to fall, get older, her eyes sadden.
"This is Officer Burk. You'll be going with him."
"What?! I didn't do anything! What do--"
"It will all be explained to you on the way." The man interupted, placing a hand on her shoulder, gently but forcibly guiding her out the door and to his car.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO! LET GO OF ME!!!!" She was struggling as hard as she could, which resulted in the man tightening his grip. She sent an anxious glance back to her mother, but she just stood there, hanging onto the door for support, tears gliding down her face.
"LET. ME. GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In her anger, she did not notice that the car in front of Shane's house was gone, or that his door stood open, swinging back and forth gently with the wind.
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Takeru had been driving his motorcycle to his uncle's house to celebrate the Passover, a Jewish holiday that he attened every year. He was riding at a leisurly pace, his black suit pushing against his lean body with the force of the wind in front of him. He wasn't really looking forward for tonight, he hated going there, as he would get barraged with questions from all the family members. And the older members always shot glares at him when they thought he wasn't looking. He knew that he wasn't very well like because he was not a direct member of the family, but an orphan adopted, but he still owed it to his "parents" to be there. Besides, even though he wasn't very religious, and found going to curch a waste, he was brought up Jewish, and so it would be. He didn't want to be there, but he also didn't want to miss passover.
He heard sirens behind him, and glancing in his mirror, he found a cop car right behind him. He pulled over, to let them pass, but the police car just came up next to him and kept his pace. They motioned for him to go off the road. Frowning in confusion, he looked at his speed radar: 35. He shook his head, but pulled to a stop anyway.
He swung off his motorcyle, pulling his helmet off as he did so, the red and blue lights blaring in his eyes. He watched the two men get out, one a police man, the other a preventer. It was getting wierder by the second. Usually preventers didn't travel with police officers.
"Is there a problem, sirs? I was going the speed limit..."
"I'm sorry for the suddeness, but you are Takeru Motami, are you not?"
He nodded, walking over to the officers, his helmet tucked under his arm. "Yeah, thats me."
"I'm going to have to ask you to come to the station with us, then."
His brows furrowed. "Um...sure..but...What have I done?"
"We'll explain it to you there."
He sighed, then nodded. "Alright." He stuck his helmet back on, securing the straps. "I'll follow you then."
He saw the two men exchange uncomfortable glances.
"I won't run. At least not untill I know whats going on."
Giving a sigh of resignition, the two men went back to the squat car and got in, starting it up, and waiting untill they were sure that he was following before driving off.
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A smile broke out on Sheila's face as she performed her moves. All that practicing had paid off, her moves were perfect. She finished the last move, and held her position untill the slow music ended. Breathing hard, she relaxed, and bowed to the men before her. One of the men glanced at a paper on his desk.
"Miss Shitan, correct?"
She nodded, anxiety and nervesnous clear on her face.
"We were very impressed with your performance, but, on this paper, there is no gaurdian signature." The man said, flourishing the paper. Her face fell.
"W-well...that is...The thing is...that...I....I don't really...."
"I'm afraid we cannot accept you without a gaurdian signature." The man said, putting the paper down on the table with a finalizing manner.
"No! Please! I can dance! I can dance really well, I'm willing to work hard and and-"
"I'm sorry."
She burst into tears, and she ran from the stage. All her dreams, gone. All that she had worked so hard for, was it all for nothing? WAs it all really useless? She didn't want to stop running. She would run forever. If she ran fast enough, then the pains wouldn't catch up. But that hope was dashed as she felt strong arms encircle her. She turned toward the person, not needing to look to know who it was. She buried her head in his chest, body heaving with her sobs.
"I guess it would be kinda useless to ask how it went, huh?"
She sniffled, not moving, just the sound of his voice somewhat calming her.
"The-they said....that....that I need...a gaurdian signature...I....would have to have.....I can't......"
"Shhh shhh shh...Its ok..." She felt him push her hair back, gently calming her. "It's fine. Here, lets go get something to eat." He steered her out of the building, grabbing her bag as they went and slinging it over his shoulder.
"T-thank you, Suoh...."
"It's nothing, how does pizza sound to you?"
She nodded, a reluctant smile appearing on her face. "S-sure..."
Suoh reached out and opened the door, and Shiara gasped. In front of them stood a preventer officer. She clung onto Suoh's hand as the officer spoke to them and then escorted them to a jet black car sitting on the side of the road.
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"Officer Chang!"
Wu-fei, who had been walking to the conference room to get some papers, stopped as his commander called him, easing into a standing salute.
"Sir."
"At ease, Chang."
Wu-fei let his hand drop, standing normaly. He looked at his commader expectantly, wordlessly telling him to hurry up so that he may get on his way.
"The boy you reported the other day, what was his name?"
"Neil Montaro, Sir."
Trieze nodded, mumbling to himself, "So you've already met him, have you?"
"Excuese me, Sir, I did not catch that. "
Trieze shook his head. "It's nothing, Chang."
He nodded in goodbye, then turned, walking down the hallway, when he seemed to remeber something and turned around.
"Bring him to the main office tomorrow, and leave him there, there will be an officer to escort him."
Wu-fei once again saluted, and, walking away again, Trieze did not miss the hint of dislike in the chinese man's eyes.
Wu-fei continued to the conference room, glowering and angry. He hated being told what to do by Trieze, he hated that they had put someone who had been on the other side in such a high position. He should have been ahead of him...
He scowled, slamming the door behind him.
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A/N: There we go! hope you guys are still reading this! I'd feel really bad if by waiting so long I made you stop! Forgive me! Well, as always, read and review!
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Kalira and shane were walking together down the sidewalk that glinted with the reflection of the sun on the leaves. They laughed and joked, tred to trip eachother and worried when they fell face forward on the sidewalk. Kalira was humming a soft tune, swinging her bag in movement with her steps.
"Is that your new song that your playing in Orchestra?"
Kalira stopped humming, smiling up at him. "Yup! Isn't it pretty? I love that song. And it sounds so good with the whole Orchestra!"
He smiled back, then looked on to the end of the street. They had gotten to their street by now, and Kalira, wondering what he was looking at, got on her tiptoes and looked as well.
"Hey! We got visitors!"
She was refering to the black car that was sitting idly in front of her house. She noticed a similar one in front of Shane's. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Hm...so do you...wonder who they are?"
Shane, busy with looking at the cars, didn't see the crack in the sidewalk ahead of him. He tripped over it, falling flat down on the concrete. He didn't move. Kalira, eyes wide, fell to her knees next to him. "Shane?"
Nothing.
"C'mon, Shane, don't joke around, get up!" She said, nudging him with her toe.
Still nothing. He didn't move. With trembling hands, she slowly turned him over, afraid at what she might see. But the moment she turned him around, he jumped up, tackling her to the ground and started to tickle her. She screeched and pushed him off her, eyes blazing in anger.
"You freak! I was worried about you!"
"Ow! Kaliiiiira! That hurt!" Shane whined, rubbing his side where he had fallen on it when she pushed him.
"BAKA!!!" She yelled, storming into her house, and slamming the door behind her. She locked the door, and upon turning around, she came face to face with a rough looking burly fellow. She screamed, and threw out her fist automatically. He grunted and fell back a step, hands coming up to his face where a red imprint of her fist lay.
"Kalira!"
She looked up at her foster mother, eyes wide. "He....Who....MUM!" Who's that!?!?" She shouted, pointing accusingly at the man.
Her mom's face seemed to fall, get older, her eyes sadden.
"This is Officer Burk. You'll be going with him."
"What?! I didn't do anything! What do--"
"It will all be explained to you on the way." The man interupted, placing a hand on her shoulder, gently but forcibly guiding her out the door and to his car.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO! LET GO OF ME!!!!" She was struggling as hard as she could, which resulted in the man tightening his grip. She sent an anxious glance back to her mother, but she just stood there, hanging onto the door for support, tears gliding down her face.
"LET. ME. GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In her anger, she did not notice that the car in front of Shane's house was gone, or that his door stood open, swinging back and forth gently with the wind.
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Takeru had been driving his motorcycle to his uncle's house to celebrate the Passover, a Jewish holiday that he attened every year. He was riding at a leisurly pace, his black suit pushing against his lean body with the force of the wind in front of him. He wasn't really looking forward for tonight, he hated going there, as he would get barraged with questions from all the family members. And the older members always shot glares at him when they thought he wasn't looking. He knew that he wasn't very well like because he was not a direct member of the family, but an orphan adopted, but he still owed it to his "parents" to be there. Besides, even though he wasn't very religious, and found going to curch a waste, he was brought up Jewish, and so it would be. He didn't want to be there, but he also didn't want to miss passover.
He heard sirens behind him, and glancing in his mirror, he found a cop car right behind him. He pulled over, to let them pass, but the police car just came up next to him and kept his pace. They motioned for him to go off the road. Frowning in confusion, he looked at his speed radar: 35. He shook his head, but pulled to a stop anyway.
He swung off his motorcyle, pulling his helmet off as he did so, the red and blue lights blaring in his eyes. He watched the two men get out, one a police man, the other a preventer. It was getting wierder by the second. Usually preventers didn't travel with police officers.
"Is there a problem, sirs? I was going the speed limit..."
"I'm sorry for the suddeness, but you are Takeru Motami, are you not?"
He nodded, walking over to the officers, his helmet tucked under his arm. "Yeah, thats me."
"I'm going to have to ask you to come to the station with us, then."
His brows furrowed. "Um...sure..but...What have I done?"
"We'll explain it to you there."
He sighed, then nodded. "Alright." He stuck his helmet back on, securing the straps. "I'll follow you then."
He saw the two men exchange uncomfortable glances.
"I won't run. At least not untill I know whats going on."
Giving a sigh of resignition, the two men went back to the squat car and got in, starting it up, and waiting untill they were sure that he was following before driving off.
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A smile broke out on Sheila's face as she performed her moves. All that practicing had paid off, her moves were perfect. She finished the last move, and held her position untill the slow music ended. Breathing hard, she relaxed, and bowed to the men before her. One of the men glanced at a paper on his desk.
"Miss Shitan, correct?"
She nodded, anxiety and nervesnous clear on her face.
"We were very impressed with your performance, but, on this paper, there is no gaurdian signature." The man said, flourishing the paper. Her face fell.
"W-well...that is...The thing is...that...I....I don't really...."
"I'm afraid we cannot accept you without a gaurdian signature." The man said, putting the paper down on the table with a finalizing manner.
"No! Please! I can dance! I can dance really well, I'm willing to work hard and and-"
"I'm sorry."
She burst into tears, and she ran from the stage. All her dreams, gone. All that she had worked so hard for, was it all for nothing? WAs it all really useless? She didn't want to stop running. She would run forever. If she ran fast enough, then the pains wouldn't catch up. But that hope was dashed as she felt strong arms encircle her. She turned toward the person, not needing to look to know who it was. She buried her head in his chest, body heaving with her sobs.
"I guess it would be kinda useless to ask how it went, huh?"
She sniffled, not moving, just the sound of his voice somewhat calming her.
"The-they said....that....that I need...a gaurdian signature...I....would have to have.....I can't......"
"Shhh shhh shh...Its ok..." She felt him push her hair back, gently calming her. "It's fine. Here, lets go get something to eat." He steered her out of the building, grabbing her bag as they went and slinging it over his shoulder.
"T-thank you, Suoh...."
"It's nothing, how does pizza sound to you?"
She nodded, a reluctant smile appearing on her face. "S-sure..."
Suoh reached out and opened the door, and Shiara gasped. In front of them stood a preventer officer. She clung onto Suoh's hand as the officer spoke to them and then escorted them to a jet black car sitting on the side of the road.
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"Officer Chang!"
Wu-fei, who had been walking to the conference room to get some papers, stopped as his commander called him, easing into a standing salute.
"Sir."
"At ease, Chang."
Wu-fei let his hand drop, standing normaly. He looked at his commader expectantly, wordlessly telling him to hurry up so that he may get on his way.
"The boy you reported the other day, what was his name?"
"Neil Montaro, Sir."
Trieze nodded, mumbling to himself, "So you've already met him, have you?"
"Excuese me, Sir, I did not catch that. "
Trieze shook his head. "It's nothing, Chang."
He nodded in goodbye, then turned, walking down the hallway, when he seemed to remeber something and turned around.
"Bring him to the main office tomorrow, and leave him there, there will be an officer to escort him."
Wu-fei once again saluted, and, walking away again, Trieze did not miss the hint of dislike in the chinese man's eyes.
Wu-fei continued to the conference room, glowering and angry. He hated being told what to do by Trieze, he hated that they had put someone who had been on the other side in such a high position. He should have been ahead of him...
He scowled, slamming the door behind him.
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A/N: There we go! hope you guys are still reading this! I'd feel really bad if by waiting so long I made you stop! Forgive me! Well, as always, read and review!