A Not So Bad Day

"Ah, damn." The test I had just received brandished a large red D on it. Right smack dab in the middle. I looked up at my bastard teacher, and noticed him smirk at me. I clenched my fists, crushing my test paper being held in one hand. Damn you, Saito. Luckily, the bell rang before my anger got too far.

This was definitely a bad day. I could count on one hand the number of bad days I've had in my whole 17 years of living. And let me tell you, when I get a bad day, it's really bad. It can't just be a little bad. Nope, my life just isn't that easy. Everything always has to come in an extreme. Fun, huh?

First, something so trivial as waking up late happens. Ok, that's just fine and dandy. No big deal, right? Well, then I get to school late, and my stupid teacher gives me a detention. Again, not the first time it's happened. I'm not exactly a perfect student, whatever. Afterwards, I get to first period and I realize the homework I actually bothered to do was still at home, on my desk. Perfect, right? Okay, I'll admit that one hurt a bit. I admit that I'm not a perfect student, but I do care about my grades. Then, as I'm walking down the hallway, alone as usual, some unlucky bastard (who turned out to be a jock) decides he wants to try and trip me. Years of hard-assed training with my uncle have A) taught me to be aware of my surroundings and B) gave me intense reflexes. So, needless to say, I easily jumped over the "precariously" placed foot in my way and then my fist accidentally landed on his face. Whoops. However, that accident landed me another detention. Damn it all. I have better things to do then sit around in detention and waste time. And lastly, the stupid test that I'm absolutely positive left a good dent in my grade in that class. This is definitely, most definitely, positively a bad day. Not nearly as bad as others have been… but it's still aggravating.

All these superficial snobs that go to school with me have labeled me the no good badass/ outcast. But seriously, I couldn't care less about what they say. And thus, that is why no one talks to me, and most people that value their precious faces stay away from me. I like my solitude. It relaxing, I suppose. Whenever I even walk through the hallway, they all scatter and go in the opposite direction (which amuses me to no end). Though, that's why I was a little more than surprised when someone bumped into me as I was walking out of school, sending me straight to my ass. What a great time to be in deep thought, eh?

My frustration was just about boiling over by now.

"Oh god. I am so sorry."

I looked up to find a girl with raven hair and bright blue eyes, also on ground, with books scattered around her. She was clad in nice form fitting jeans, with a simple blue tee shirt. She definitely didn't dress they way most of the snobbish sluts in this school did. I liked that. She also exuded a fighter's spirit. I watched as she collected her books, and felt myself get up with her. She muttered another apology, and looked down, awaiting a response. However, regardless of how much this girl interested me, my frustration and anger reared its ugly head.

"Shit. Watch where you're going, bitch," I snapped. I watched with slight interest as her bright blue eyes snapped up to mine. There was a brilliant and rebellious flame in her eyes.

"Excuse me?! I said I was sorry, bastard," she snapped back. Obviously, this mysterious girl was new here. I realized that I had never seen her around here, plus, she had the gall to actually stand up to me when all of the other pitiful students of this school couldn't. I smirked, feeling some of my anger drain away. Her rebellion was strangely refreshing.

Seeing me smirk seemed to make her angrier. I enjoyed watching the flame in her eyes grow stronger. "You're new here, aren't you?"

She shoved her books in her backpack, and slung it on her back- something she was obviously trying to do when she walked in to me. "Yeah, what of it."

"Ah, new meat. Well, I'm sure you'll just turn into another snobby slut soon. Have fun with that," I taunted. Truth was, she didn't seem like that type. Though, to my surprise, her fist was suddenly coming towards my face. Obviously, reflexes kicked in, and I caught the strong fist.

Surprise flickered briefly in her eyes, and she then seemed to rethink her actions.

Or not. I almost didn't have enough time to jump away as her knee came up, almost slamming into my gut. What a fighter. All of my previous frustration was slowly draining every second I was in her presence. I dropped the backpack carelessly hanging on my shoulder and retaliated. She only had enough time to also drop her bag as she blocked my oncoming punch. I was surprised yet again by this girl, as she was able to stand up against the amount of strength I put into my attack. Most guys wouldn't be able to take that much pressure. This was definitely a practiced martial artist. I looked over her stance and it confirmed my suspicions.

I felt more frustration leave as we fought more (or danced, more in my opinion). It seemed like we were both just playing around. Neither of us had landed a hit. It was absolutely astonishing that she could block the attacks I threw at her. Astonishing… and attractive. Even though I wasn't using my full potential, I knew that this girl could most likely take on any other guy in this school and come out unscathed. I liked her already. Her face had a set look of determination. The fire in her eyes seemed to dance. It was like she enjoyed doing this. Just like I enjoyed it.

She threw another punch at me, and attempted a high kick towards my head. This was when I deemed it time to stop the little fight. I caught the punch, and dodged the kick, sending her off balance. She started falling, and she pulled me down with her, as I had anticipated. We landed in a semi awkward position, with me on top. I smirked again. The look of rage on her face was adorable.

"Well Thistle, wasn't that fun? You are quite the fighter; but it looks like I won."

"Don't call me that, you jackass."

I chuckled a little. "Well then, by all means, tell me your name."

"Kaoru. And you? No wait. I like calling you Jackass. So, we'll just stick with that."

This girl was so alluring. Kaoru. How perfect. I felt myself smile. "It's Kenshin."

"Well Kenshin, as much as I'm sure you're enjoying yourself, I would appreciate it if you got off of me."

"And why would I do that, Thistle?" I taunted.

"Goddammit, just get off of me, or I swear I will kick your ass."

I chuckled again, "In case you haven't noticed, Kaoru," she seemed to shudder at the way I said her name. Good. "you already tried that, and look where we ended up."

I could watch that flame in her eyes forever. This girl was absolutely beautiful. I heard her emit something that sounded like a growl. It was then, that I couldn't take it anymore. I started leaning down towards her. I watched those flaming eyes widen. My lips met hers. I nearly smiled in delight when she started moving her lips with mine. Our lips danced around, and I felt myself relax my hold on her, and run my hands through her silky raven hair.

I was so lost in the kiss, I didn't feel her hands move. The seemed to travel down, and ended up on my chest. And thus, she pushed me off of her. I smiled in amusement, though I was a bit disappointed at the loss of warmth. I watched as she scrambled to her feet, grabbed her bag, and ran away.

Oh Kaoru, this definitely will not be the end. I shall definitely be seeing you again.

I smiled, and realized that all of my anger and frustration was completely gone. I grabbed my bag and headed home.

I guess this day wasn't so bad, after all.

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Well, this was totally random. This was first intended as a one-shot. But, I'm not so sure anymore…. Oh well. You guys can decide that, I suppose.

Like it? Love it? Hate it? I'm open to all comments, questions, criticism, flames, advice…etc. This story was totally unedited, so I'm sorry for any and all mistakes and errors.

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Lonely Soul