Thanks Fr The Mmrs(Fall Out Boy)
The Word of my clash with silver spread through the school like wildfire. freshman, sophomore, juniors and even seniors would look at me as I passed in the halls and murmur inaudible comments to there friends. Every time someone did that it reminded me of a time long ago-a memory from 5 years previously that had engraved my reputation around my old town, Jincun, in stone. The memory would build up in my head slowly like the stomachache you get before you throw up. And, rather like vomit, it all came out when a pretty strawberry blonde haired girl came up to me and said:
"that was really brave of you, fighting silver and all. Most just bow down to him and beg for mercy"
and bam! I could suppress the memory no further.
"That's far enough" I growled at the tall 7th grader some 15 feet away from me. He glared. I glared back, both of our gases unwavering. The hallway of students became silent, waiting for who would make the first move.
"'scuse me?" he said.
"you heard. I think that's far enough. He's not able to defend himself. You've taken this too far. The boy he was harassing, a redhead boy, nodded his thanks to me.
"is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to choose a new victim then." He mimed scanning the crowd, then faked mock surprise when his eyes finally laid on me.
"you then! Lets have at it! Besides, that other guy was about to set me on fire anyway."
"Yeah, like no one's ever said that before, dumbass. Clearly your muscles lie everywhere but the brain." I retorted. A few kids in the crowd put their hands to their mouths to cover the amused smiles creasing on there lips.
The giant in front of me shrugged. "lets hope your not all brains, or I'll be writing your obituary soon."
I grinned, unfazed. Then with a slight smile, I said:
"heyyyyy, now your getting it! Now lets see if you can count to 10!"
The boy ran at me charging, and I experienced a moment of panic. So far this guy matched up with my dad: bigger than me, stronger than me, and stupid. But seeing the agility and grace of his running, I knew this guy could easily kick my ass. And he did. After he closed the gap on me I tried to dodge a punch a second too late. Usually my dad just stumbles over to me and throws a few clumsy punches. Then he overpowers me with sheer weight and size. This guy, however, was fast. He nailed me right in the eye and I went. His cronies jeered at me, and for the first time of many, I looked up with utter loathing at Trevor McNulty's contemptuous smirk.
\o/-\o/
I sighed.
"thanks for the complement. What's your name?" I asked the girl.
"Anya Sensho, Junior."
"Nico Kashamoto, sophomore. Its nice to meet you." I looked her up and down, discreetly of course. Now, please excuse my…Bro-ish description, but Bros will be Bros right? She wore a grey Crop top over a blue tank, had a sexy figure, nice tits, and short jean shorts showing off AWESOME legs. Again, I apologize for being a bro.
"anyway, I got to get to class. It was nice meeting you though." Anya said.
Just like that she walked away.
"stay away, Nico." I turned and looked over at Goku, who seemed to materialize out of thin air.
"why, what are you talking about?" I asked.
"bro, she's bad. She tricked me into liking her so she could win the prize money from the WMAT. She watched me practice a few times. Then she sold out all my moves to my man adversary, Nam, in exchange for half of the prize money. I nearly lost the WMAT thanks to her. Seriously, she'll befriend you, then betray you. I bet she thinks you want to enter the bob…" Goku trailed off. The bob? Sounds like some dude's name to me.
"The Battle of The Bands. Bob for short. I assume you know what that is?"
"Dude! I live for that stuff! I'm Psyched!" I grinned. That stuff was great. I'd only ever been in one, witch was in 8th grade and it was a school competition. I didn't win, although it was my dream to.
"your competing?" Goku asked.
"YES!" I nearly shouted at him in joy.
\o/-\o/
Why is it that every time I go to sleep I have a stupid nightmare? Oh, your gonna love this one.
I rushed out of the detention room and bumped into a girl with ash-blonde hair. I took no notice, of course, as I had to get home and save my sister from dad.
"oh, sorry! " she cried, catching up with my stride.
"I turned and raised an eyebrow to her.
"why?" I asked.
"why what?"
"why are you sorry? I bumped into you after all."
"oh…yeah. I guess you did…" she trailed off. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm, Alyson, by the way. Hey, aren't you that kid that-"
"yes, I got my butt kicked by Trevor McNulty, the vicious 7th grader. Blah blah blah. Go ahead. Make fun of me all you want." I Scowled. She blinked.
"I…wasn't going to make fun of you. You were really brave, actually. I think it was cool how you stood up for Rory. Ever since the 2nd grade kids have been picking on him. Flame head, fire boy and all that stupid crap."
"that dudes a douche."
"grade A" Alyson agreed. "A Tyrant"
then I made the mistake of murmuring something that I still, to this day do not know how she heard. Well, however she did, it intrigued her, and from that day on she and I became best friends.
"my dads a tyrant, and trust me, that guys doesn't even come close"
"what?" she said. "you have family problems?"
I felt a surge of anger. That was my business! How dare she assume something like that, even if every word of it was true.
"that doesn't concern you!" I shouted, running off.
"Hey wait! I didn't even get your name!" She said, calling after me.
I ignored her. Honestly, when I ran, I felt kind of sad. I realized I wanted to tell that girl everything, share my burden with someone else. But I knew I couldn't. I'd learned Early on that y dad was someone I had to deal with alone.
\o/-\o/
The next day after school I wanted to be alone for a while and ponder things. I tried to write a song, to let it all out in a glorious melody of lyrics, but to no avail. I just didn't have any inspiration, so I decided to find solace in a an older song wich I had written.
Turn away,
If you could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not kiss you,
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.
Now turn away,
'Cause I'm awful just to see
'Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body,
Oh, my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go
It just ain't living
And I just hope you know
That if you say (if you say)
Goodbye today (goodbye today)
I'd ask you to be true (cause I'd ask you to be true)
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
"that was awesome, Nico. Did you write it?" Bulma asked.
I looked up, surprised. The whole gang had gathered in a circle around me and I think hi Chi actually had a few tears running down her check. That was a pretty big deal, as usually Chi Chi disapproved of my…ways. Everyone else had awed looks on their faces, I'm guessing because the song went pretty deep. It was, after all my deepest song. It was also my first.
Alyson clapped! "that was sooooo good! It was also a really sad. Who's that about? She asked.
Ignoring her last question on purpose, I replied to the 1st.
"Pat said the 1st song need to be about something real, and meaningful. It helps you flourish as an artist." I grinned.
"He was right" Said Pat, coming up from behind and laying a hand on my shoulder. Pat was an 8th grader who, after seeing me stand up to Trevor, had taken me under his wing, teaching me to defend myself and play guitar. I grinned at my mentor's praise.
"but, who's it about?" he asked. My grin faded into a sad frown. These are your best friends! Tell them! I reasoned. It was almost the end of 6th grade, and the three of us had become thick as thieves. If I couldn't trust them, I couldn't trust anyone. So I told them of my mother's death. Nothing less, nothing more. They weren't ready for anything more, no matter how close we'd become. That was personal.
"Oh my God, Nico! Im so –"
"sorry? You have deepest condolences? She'll be sorely missed? I've heard it all before, and I'm freaking tired of all this pity crap. Just, please, promise me you wont treat me differently from now on!"
they must've seen the desperate look in my eyes. At the same time Pat and Alyson both realized that I was afraid, afraid they'd treat me differently, and that things would never be the same.
"don't worry, bro. we understand" pat said.
I nodded my thanks, and grinned. I really had some great friends.
\o/-\o/
"Anyway, Nico, we've got something to tell you. Its about that Anya girl." I nodded my understanding. I'd told them earlier about how she had approached me, and Goku's warning.
"She will do everything in her power to trick you. No matter how resistant you are she will always find a way around that and get into your head. You can NOT let her get to you, understand?"
"I've got it."
And over the next week, I realized my friends were. Anya had come up to me when my friends weren't around and told me what the bob prize was. The winner got a guest star appearance on the Zeus Satan show! He was a famous talk show host, and everyone who was anyone appeared on that show. They say if an amateur band were to appear on that show, they'd get at least 6 record deal offers. I mean, half of the Audience every week was scouts of all different types of culture. I just had to win. She said she wanted to team up so I told her I'd think about it. An evil idea was forming into my head, and I knew the results of the plan would be devastating to Anya's reputation. So I called up Bulma.
"Hey B, get the Gang together. I've got a plan."
We met later that night at the Coffee café, our favorite hangout. I'd actually earned some cash there, playing for them and stuff. Local coffee places loved that kind of stuff. After a few songs, I told them my plan.
"it's Genius!" Tien exclaimed!
"I second that statement." Bulma said.
"Thirded" Chaotzu added, And everyone agreed, even though I was pretty sure "thirded" wasn't even a word.
"well, you all know there's only one thing left to do" Bulma grinned.
"sleepover!" we all chorused.
Bam! I'm back everyone! I've been in a big writing slump and now I've got a great plot and a well thought out story. I don't plan on putting loads of lyrics in this Fic, but there will be the occasional song. Anyway, the next one is out Saturday. C ya!
-Nonsence