First, A quick review response.
To Alice2013: I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT! Whenever someone likes what I write I can't stop smiling all day! I will try to keep posting 1-2 chapters a week, depending on how long the chapters get. I will also make sure my writing wont get lazy!
To Higuchimon:Thank you so much for your help! I can't always catch the mistakes I make since I am still new to writing and fanfics. I am still slightly confused on the bluenette thing. I know that Johan and Sho had naturally blue hair as children, but people aren't born with naturally blue hair. So, even though the definition says "Someone who dyed their hair blue" it would still refer with someone who had naturally blue hair. Also, I looked up Bluenet and Bluenette and I couldn't find any information saying it was bluenet. If you could send me a link to a site that says that so I could be sure. One last thing, I have seen other really popular fanfic writers that refer to boys or girls with blue hair as bluenettes.
To theabridgedkuriboh: Yes, poor Judai. In every spiritshipping fanfic i have ever read Judai always has something horrid happen to him. Sadly, the worse is yet to come. OOoooOOOO Foreshadowing~
Me: Ok, I have finally started writing this chapter. It was a harder chapter to get in and I could barely think of the right words to type. Maybe I was just in shock from the two drugies/drunkies who confronted me. Usually, It wouldn't be that much of a problem. But this time, they where drunk and it was late at night. One tried to make me give him money and the other tried to steal my box of donuts. D: No one touches mah Krispy Kremes! Then he started screaming downstairs at the front desk lady, though, he could barely talk he had smokes so much.
Phredrik: You poor baby! Next time anything happens like that I'll sock them square in the testiballs!
Me: Hah, ^^" sure ya will Phredrik. Anyways, on with the poorly written piece of crap I produced this time!
The following ten minutes in the car weren't anything interesting. The whole time my focus reverted back to my MP3 Player. My eyes were shut tightly as I tried to absorb every bit of my music. Music had always provided me with a way to calm my nerves when needed. My efforts of calming myself had,yet again, proven successful. That is, until a sudden turn had snapped my eyes back open and left me in a slight panic state. Heaving slightly as I tried to regain my composure, my eyes gazed upon one of the most beautiful houses I have ever seen.
It looked to be the outskirts of town. The house was freshly panted a grayish colour, which though not the most vibrant colour, served as a small change from the pallid white I was so used to seeing. On the front pouch of the house was two large marble pillars which seemed to support the upper level of the house. The upper level of the house was covered in marvelous bay windows ,seeming to light up the insides of the house. The roof of the house which seemed to pull everything together was layered with precisely laid black shingles that shone of the sun and gave the house a glossy effect.
In the matter of seconds, I felt my body being flung towards the cold cement of the driveway. I laid dazed and confused as my brother plowed over my limp body. Hazed, I pulled my body over my feet regaining my stature. I rubbed the small bump on my head where it had impacted with the hard cement and I stared in awe at the beautiful house.
A wide grin spread across my sister sisters face. She quickly snatched up my wrist and dragged me over to the door of the house. I followed her, fumbling over my feet like a buffoon. My father hastily unlocked the door and eagerly my sister pulled me in.
To my amazement, the inside of the house was more spectacular than the outside. I was led in a long hallway that split into two large rooms. To my right was a french country-style kitchen , and to my left was a nicely adorned parlour room. I made my way down the hallway that lead up to a narrow staircase. Hanging above the staircase was a shimmering chandelier, which caught all the rays of light perfectly. I pulled my small suitcase up the stairway, toward the room my father had assigned to me. I swung open the door of my room and pulled my things in the large room. Curiously, I looked around the bright teal room. My bed was in against the wall and opposite of it was a large green work desk. I walked over to the sitting area next to the window and peaked through only to see another generic white house.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that our house was different from every other house I had seen; besides the old gray house I saw on my way here. I was convinced that no one could have possibly live there because of its living conditions and disregarded it soon after. Our house was unique compared to the others. Everything about the house was perfect and in no way bland or repetitive.
I laid my luggage next to my dresser so I could come back to it later and spun around towards the direction of my bed. With a skip on the step, I launch my self into the air and let my body plummet into my soft mattress. Upon impact with the cushioned mass, I could feel my body slowly sink into its warm grasp and I let out a loud sigh of satisfaction. The bed was one of the most comfortable beds I have ever bed in. It was one of those fancy memory foam mattresses you always wished you owned after seeing them advertised on the television multiple times. I let every muscle of my body relax from their tense state. I wish I could have laid there for a few more hours, but I knew if I stayed there any longer I would surely become a prisoner in sleeps warm grasp.
I resentfully swung my feet over the side up and hoisted my body over my feet. Yawning and smacking my mouth a few times, I walked over the my suitcase and unzipped its sides. Pulling out stacks of closes which followed by the scent of lilac. My mother had always washed our clothes with lilac fabric conditioner and though, never-changing, it never would get old. Never repetitive.
I carelessly stuffed the stacks of skinny jeans, t-shirts, boxers, and other clothes my mother had bothered to buy for me into the pine dresser. I repeated the action until my suitcase was nearly empty, besides the stacks of knickknacks and electronics I had packed. I searched through my suitcase, pulling things out with one hand and placing them on the dresser with the other. I suddenly came to a halt when I felt my hand grasp what felt to be my sketch book. I quickly pulled it out and flipped through its worn pages. " I thought I left this at home,"I thought aloud. It contained ever doodle my mind thoughtlessly spilled out on its pages. Doodles of octopus wearing top hats and imaginary dragons fluttered across the few first pages. Most of the pictures it contained had no meaning and therefore useless to me now. Though they where useless, I never dared to throw them away. I felt as if I were to throw them away something horrid would happen. It was a stupid excuse my mind had come up with to hide the fact I had an unhealthy attachment to these graphite clumped sheets. Why would it be so bad if I did have an unhealthy attachment to them? Paper can't judge you for what you draw on it. It excepts every sketch you find yourself mindlessly doodling.
I stuffed all the loose papers back inside the sketchbook and set it on the table next to a stack of old 80's albums I had become fond of. I was zipping up my suitcase when I heard my mother call us down for dinner. I let out a sigh, not wanting to get up from my comfortable stop. Suddenly, the thought struck me that if I didn't get downstairs soon my brother Axel would have already cleared my plate. I limply pulled myself to my feet and made my way downstairs to the kitchen table.
I wasn't as hungry as normal which was probably the reason for my mothers concern. "Are you feeling well, honey?" asked my mother with an anxious tone to her voice. My mind was to focus on other things to be focused on food. The majority of my time at the dinner table I had subconsciously been pushing around clumps of mashed potatoes and roast beef around my plate. I had thought about the strange sites I had seen on the car ride here and why no one had pointed out suspicious pattern. I also thought about the school I was to attend tomorrow and about the burnet I had seen. How is eyes had sparkled when the light him them. How his face so cleanly angled and– Ah, what the hell am I thinking!
"Yah, I am just not that hungry." I coaxed, trying to convince her everything was fine. The truth is, everything was fine. I was just a bit confused.
I glanced around to see that my brother and sister had already finished their plates. In fact, the entire table had finished and now where waiting for me to complete my meal. They all where staring at me which made me extremely uncomfortable. The one person that made me uncomfortable in particular was my brother Axel who was staring at me with his sly expression he so often seemed to wear. "He is probably thinking about his little crush he saw on the way here. You know, the one outside the school." He said with a mischievous snicker.
My face began to blush hot pink at his remark. I wanted to yell at him for making such a foolish and unreliable remark but fumbled over my tongue. I saw the shock in my mothers face also. I had never shown much fondness in that way for people around her ,or around anybody for that matter.
"Johan has a girlfriend! Johan has a girlfriend!" my sister Ruth repeated in a barely recognizable chorus. My sister Ruth wasn't one known for keeping a tune.
My face began to flush a brighter colour and I started rubbing my palms together to hide the fact they have been drenched in sweat. I was not one who was comfortable talking about this matter with my family. They always had a way of turning it around on me and making it a huge deal or embarrassing me completely. "No, I don't!" I croaked it a cracky barely audible voice. My face was now the colour of a fresh pomegranate and I could feel drips of sweat trickle down the small of my back.
"You mean to say it was a boy?" Axel said with an arch of his brow. This statement infuriated me. It made my sudden embarrassment turn to rage. Not because it wasn't true, but the fact he was right. The object I had been ogling over in the car was a male. Moreover a boy. A beautifully innocent boy with a face that match in beauty. I couldn't let my family find out these feelings I had. We hadn't even brought up the subject of my sexuality before. What the hell was I thinking! A boy like that wouldn't ever be able to feel the way I did for him. It was foolish of me to even jump to the conclusion of me even having the slightest of the chance. Such a cheesy thing as love at first sight never could really happen in the real world. Anyways, even if I ever did see him he was most likely not interested in me in that way. All my thoughts where intertwining in my brain and I couldn't stand it. Anger. Lust. Sorrow. Need. Confusion. Rage. Some feelings I hadn't ever felt before. It was as if all my thoughts where playing a huge game of Twister. I could feel the anxiety boiling up inside of my skin.
Without being able to reason my actions, I lost control. Jolting my first forward and impacting with my brothers face. I heard a slight crack upon impact. The blood curdling crack was what snapped me from my enraged trance. I was staring down at his pathetic body, dazed and confused from the impact. I stepped back a few paces out of my seat, realizing what I had done. I wasn't one to jump to violence. Whenever I was angry I would usually bundle it up inside and finally let it out when no one was around. I usually was a lot more rational than this but it seemed something inside me just snapped.
I watched my brother angrily stumble to his feet. I saw the hatred and slight blood lust in his eyes, knowing I was soon going to pay for my foolish mistake. Luckily, I was one step ahead of him, sprinting up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me and barging into my room. I locked the door behind me and took a few steps closer to my bed, away from the door, knowing when enraged my brother would have knocked down the door in an instant. I could feel my whole body trembling and it seemed as if my heart was doing hurdles. The shrill screaming of my mother was audible and echoed through the vents. I could hear what sounded as if my father trying to hold my brother back from storming up here and ringing my neck at any seconds. In my brothers struggle, he must have knocked over a chair because a loud thud was heard on the kitchen's hard wood floors. The chair's impact most likely will leave a small dent of a floor which we will stare at for years and remind us of this day. Not even a day since we moved in and we already broke out into a fight. The fights always seemed to factor around my brother. He always seemed to pick fights with people. I don't know if it's caused by the lack of attention my parents show him or a bigger factor. One of these days I swear he will result to self harm and then we will have a bigger problem on our hands. Why did our family have to be so dysfunctional.
I flinched at the sound of my brother storming up the stairs and slamming the door to him room. I could hear him screaming and cursing , I am pretty sure the entire house could hear him. Occasionally you would hear loud bangs from my brothers fists hitting the walls, floors, tables, doors, or whatever else he could hit. He was cursing at me. At father and mother. At himself. At the world.
I could feel tears slowly forming in my eyes. This would always happen after one of our fights. I would always feel an extreme amount of guilt. I never wanted to hurt my brother, though, it happened. I blinked and wiped my eyes, trying to hold back the tears as well as I could. Why couldn't I be the dysfunctional brother in the family. We already all know its far too much for Axel the handle.
Suddenly, the screaming and swearing ceased. The whole house was silent, which drove me truth is, I wanted my brother to barge in here and beat me senseless for doing something so thoughtless without even thinking of the repercussions. I was foolish and needed to learn my lesson. But, this wasn't the case today. I would just have to let this guilt eat away at me for a few more days until this passes over.
I sat at my desk staring at the clock hanging in front of me for what seemed like hours. I fiddles with my thumbs for a while, until finally deciding to take out my sketch book and sketch some things down to clear my mind. It wasn't anything special, just a cluster of lines and swirls which flowed together. I stared at the line art half-satisfied. I ripped the paper out of my notebook and examined it closer, hoping it would some how give the picture more meaning and beauty. No luck. Still, I didn't gave the guts to just crumble it up and throw it away like most people would have done, and placed it back in my sketch book.
I could feel a small migraine forming in the back of my head. Bringing my two index fingers to my temples and rubbing them lightly trying to ease the pain. "Maybe sleep would fix things" I thought to myself. My finger flicked off the desk lamp and walked over to my bed. It seemed to be beckoning me to come and enjoy its glory,which I did. I let my body fall into its soft grasp. Enjoying ever glorious factor it had to offer my sleep deprived mind. It wasn't long before my body relaxed and I fell into a deep sleep.
Me: Yay! I finally got my roll back. But, poor Johan.
Phredrik: Yes, it is sad writing stories like this.
Me: Can't wait to write the next chapter so I can get in some humor!
Phredrik: Leave a review and I will help her write descent jokes in the next chapter!
Me: And remember kids don't do drugs! Chum is fum! Don't talk to strangers! Stop, Drop, and Roll! Don't eat the yellow snow! Fish are friends not food! Practice Safe Shipping! Bye!
Phredrik: = _ = eh….