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The seat in front of me was empty. As the teacher read out 'Kurosaki Ichigo' and found no answer, she simply shrugged and carried on the role. Obviously, his being absent was not a big deal. I averted my head slightly, and stared out the window.
"Kuchiki-san!" Orihime happily hugged me. I couldn't say she wasn't a good friend, but not very trustworthy. She seemed to have an insatiable appetite for gossip, which I didn't particularly share. However, these feelings I wisely kept to myself.
"Hello, Orihime." I smiled brightly. "How are you today?"
"I'm ever so good!" She grinned. "Say, Kuchiki-san, you know the school formal is soon?!"
"Formal?" I tilted my head. "What formal?"
Orihime smacked her mouth with her hand. "You know, the dance!"
"Oh, that." I had been trying to avoid that subject. Dancing was not something I particularly enjoyed, and always steered clear of it. However, knowing Orihime, it was only a matter of time before she would ask me. "Well, I'm not going."
"What?" She pouted. "Aren't there any boys up to your taste?"
At the word 'boys' I could only think of two people; Ichigo and Keigo. They were both freaks in their own way, and no one else had attracted my attention. "Nope. Sorry, Orihime."
"Keigo pronounced a little interest for you." She said in hushed tones, which I knew meant she was about to play cupid. "Why don't you ask him?"
"Because he's a freak." I answered. She shrugged, knowing it was true. "But what about you? Who are you going to ask?"
She considered for a while upon that, before deciding on a guy in our class that was apparently up to her standard. Along her whimsical ways of chatter, I learnt that his name was Hikashi Konomi and that he was very good-looking, had brown hair and brown eyes, he was a heart-throb and perfect.
"That's great Orihime." I smiled encouragingly.
"Well, if you can't go to the actual dance, would you like to go clothes shopping with me and Hinamori? It would be great!" She was very honest, very sincere and I was touched.
"Sure, Orihime, if you are certain." I replied.
"Great! It's going to be this weekend." She said. "We'll meet at the train station and take the ten thirty to Tokyo."
And with that she waved a cheery goodbye, and walked away in the direction of her house.
Night was befalling, as I rounded a corner and into a quiet little lane, away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. But by and by, my instincts started sending red hot 'danger alert' signals into my brain. Was it some serial rapist? I wondered, walking slightly faster. The thought of being dragged into a lone house and being raped sent shudders down my spine. In my head, I hurriedly recalled the self-defence moves that I had been taught, and gulped heavily to store enough air for an ear-piercing scream. But a serial rapist was clearly not the case since a loud growl erupted, shattering the peace of the night.
In front of me, a monster with a long red body, twisted claws and a huge tail loomed in front of me. Its skull face bore a strong resemblance to the skull of a gorilla, with a protruding jaw. Its eyes, which were just deep black holes of evil, glowed red. I stood in shock, as all karate and judo moves left my brain, replaced with the ever lasting image of this horrid beast. It circled me, a long tongue dragging on the ground, digging up cement. Slowly, it walked closer and closer.
"Very tasty." Its voice was low and gravely, but the fact it could talk was the most terrifying aspect of it. Sweat dripped off my forehead, and my palms were clammy with sweat.
"I will enjoy this." Its long tongue wrapped around my neck in some sick form of caress, and a fleck of spit landed on my cheek. Then, its tongue wrapped around my arms, immobilizing me.
It was then I screamed.
And then the ground disappeared behind my feet, and all I could see was the moon. The distant city lights were surprisingly close, but now they seemed unreal; a dream unattainable. The monster then brought me closer to its waiting mouth, and I closed my eyes, unable to face my own death…
But then a gleaming blade sliced through the monsters tongue, and I fell into soft, warm, human hands.
As soon as I was caught, I felt the hard, cold ground underneath my backside. A thunderous roar turned my attention back to the monster, which was now being hacked to pieces by some black clothed person wielding a large cleaver like blade. I saw my hands, and realized I was shaking. But even fear couldn't diminish my curiosity, as I crawled slowly closer to the monster. By the full moon, I could see that my saviour had bright orange hair.
The monster disappeared in a black shimmer, and then my saviour turned his head halfway towards me. I caught a glimpse of surprisingly warm brown eyes before he too disappeared.
And then I was faced with the reality. I expected there to be people overflowing onto the streets, police sirens wailing and reporters pushing their cameras into my face, since the incident had happened in an inhabited lane. There were lights on, and faces behind curtains. But nobody was aware of the incident, even though the cement marks on the ground was sure to raise interest. Not one face thought to look outside, and I wondered if I was delirious. But a sudden jolt back to reality made me realize I did have dinner to fix, a brother to feed and a home to go to. Pulling myself back onto my feet, I ran down the lane and into my house, fumbling with my keys in the front lock, turning on all the lights and slammed the door behind me.
And suddenly my vision went black.