Diya, chapter 2; "May I have my red Lego set…and a tracking device?"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fan fiction, it is purely for fun.
The gentle clinking sound of my ice skates slightly soothed my aching mind. Was that really the fire? Did I really hear my mothers death? Or am I being way to melodramatic? Am I getting all worked up ove-.
"Oomph", the orally offensive sound escaped my lips as I fell to the ground, the snow already starting to melt under the thick layers of my lolita dress. I looked up to yell at the person who bumped into me (the thought ran through my mind that I was the one who was not looking where I was going, but I choose to ignore it… U;)
"Hey you stupid little basta--…" my words soon dripped out of my mouth like ice melting on someone's tongue, you want to keep the ice going but it has a mind of it's own and melts anyway. What I saw standing over me was a…prince. And it sickened me. What the hell was a pretty rich boy doing on this side of town?!
I stood up swiftly, the ruffles on my dress making a slight 'swooshing' noise, and glared at him.
"Watch where your going, Yuppie…" I said with a silent fury, (once again choosing to ignore the thought that I ran into him--;;;)
"Gomen…" He muttered under his breath as he eyed my dress, my hair, pretty much every part of me that was in black and white, which was all of me by the way. I glared at him some more then turned on the balls of my feet and stomped off, through a dark ally-way. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that he was not following and stopped. I quickly unfastened the pack that had been resting on my barely developed hips and took a black spray paint can, followed by a white one. I shook the black can first, enjoying the sound of the small metal ball hitting the rounded sides. I pressed down on the shiny white nozzle and drew the outlines of a large heart, with one line through the middle. I then shook the white can, pausing for a moment to get my standings as I had almost slipped on the frozen water beneath me, and colored in the right side of the heart, as was my symbol. Under it I put just one word, one word that meant more to me then anything else ever had, 'THINK'. I put the cans back in my bag, now put back on my hip, and ran off.
Near watched as the girl in black and white ran into and alley way and disappeared. He sighed and put down the shiny black binoculars, curling one of his white hairs in the process. He sighed quite loudly and pressed a button on the intercom,
" May I have my red Lego set?" He paused for a moment and spoke again, "And a tracking device?"