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I was once again hit (not really, since I had been hit at least five times now, this entry just outlines the most weirdest one yet) with the pink smoke (and yes I didn't start off with a lame intro, because I don't understand why we need such things anyway, a waste of space if you ask me), it wasn't much, but it does raise some questions. I was eating lunch on the roof of my school (I was forced into going to a Japanese public school, since I am considered as a student due to my age, though how I can drag myself through the day with a bit over than half of the language memorized is beyond me, though ignoring people is quite handy at times…), something that you do not need to know, and was about to dig into the Japanese styled bento (courtesy of my mom) which was placed on the ground in front of me. Chopsticks in hand, I reached over to grab the sushi (which I had found a liking for), and soon…

I literally found myself consumed by the pink smoke again. I threw my hands in the air, swearing in my mother tongue, English. "What the hell?! I am about to eat lunch and the pink stuff attacks me, again!"

I'll tell you now, I had never had the strongest urge to pull out my hair like now.

The smoke cleared and I was in a room, something that suspiciously looked like a bar to me, though the alcohol behind the counter confirmed it. The bar was obviously full, and they had all turned to face me. Pretty unnerving, really. But I wasn't paying attention to them, instead I continued to fume at missing my lunch break. "I want to have peace! Is it that hard to understand?"

Some guy decided to laugh, another yelled something, again this was all in some weird Spanish that I had no idea of, and that set off a chain reaction of every guy exclaiming something in that demented language. I frowned at them. "What the hell is so damn interesting?"

The next course of action, that was taken by the occupants of the bar, was to get up and take out weapons from god knows where, and inch their way towards me. I had to rub my eyes to see if I was seeing a movie, only to shoot that down when I didn't see any other person as an audience sitting down and enjoying the scene with popcorn, nope. It was all damn real, and I was the damn target. I looked around if I could use anything as a self-defense weapon, but nothing was in reach. I cursed under my breath. "Damnit!"

Then it hit me, I looked down at my hands and realized I still had my chopsticks from my unfinished lunch. I stared for quite some time, why they hadn't attacked me yet was way over my head. I found it stupid. I raised my chopsticks in an attacking position, with my best glare.

Was it just me, or did the guys all tense up?

Another thought hit me then.

It had to be all guys in this bar. Fifty-something guys vs one teenager…

Life seriously is fucked up.

I resisted the urge to sigh, and instead opted to test a theory out. I jumped of the stool in front of the bar, watching the reactions of men around me, they still looked pretty tensed up. Strangely the bartender was pretty cool with how things had escalated, and by that I mean that he was pretty calm with how fifty-something men were pointing their dangerous weapons at some teenager who only carried chopsticks. I pushed the thought away as I took a step forward, continuing to keep an eye on their reactions.

I raised the chopsticks in a threatening position, and watched as they had fear etched on their features. Then I brought the eating utensils down, and their tension calmed down. I focused my stare on one person, and took a step forward. I had to urge to grin at the comedy in front of me, they were scared of a teenager with a Japanese eating utensil.

Man this was too hilarious…

I straightened up and let my lips twitch into an amused smirk. It was a bad idea. I'll have to remember to not do that when I'm surrounded by men in their prime and in possession of dangerous weapons. They were furious with the amusement on my face, and it only took a yell of demented Spanish to get the whole group to attack.

"Shit!" I grit out as I scrambled back, only to freeze when my back made contact with the counter. My eyes widened and I began to feel the effects of hysteria entering into my system. It was at times like these, the protagonists of the manga and anime begin to rely on their innate ability to beat the crap out of people. I was seriously wishing I had that kind of ability as well, and not stay frozen forever in my one spot. I swear I saw my life flash right in front of my eyes, and my current regret was I had not lived enough to understand their demented Spanish.

Lame right?

Pretty much.

It was then, that the door to the bar had burst open. Everyone froze and turned towards the, now smashed, door. Including me of course. Can't go to the afterlife in peace if I didn't know who my savior was, could I now? I blinked at the shadowed figure, I was blaming the lighting for this, and deducted as much information I could about the, obvious, man in the doorway. A lean figure, probably was wearing some pretty expensive suit, his hair… a wind blown effect? The figure held himself in a straight position, so he was some high status person. Then the weirdest thing happened, something that shattered the cool-ness surrounding the person, a bird flew in.

Singing.

In Japanese.

A bird.

"-namimori-"

I blinked. "Did that bird just say Namimori?"

This grabbed the man's attention, and I felt my spine tingling. The guy must have been smirking… He then spoke. "Herbivore,"

I blinked again, frowning. He spoke in English. English… "You're addressing me with that kind of title?"

"Hn."

I twitched. This guy was some real royal ass if he spoke that way. It was irritating, in the least. Before I could retort something, I was consumed by the pink smoke again. I coughed, waving my hand in front of me in order to clear it from my vision. "Damnit! This seriously sucks!"

I glanced down…

and I had found that my lunch had been eaten. I had to stare at it for a good five minutes to understand (and believe) that my lunch was indeed eaten. When the fact did sink in, I flipped. Ranting my frustrations out to the damn world. It took me a whole thirty minutes to notice that the fence, surrounding the roof (don't want anyone doing suicide on school grounds, do we now?). However the bell signifying that lunch was officially over, rang, making me panic, and immediately head out to get to class (screw the rule about no running in the halls, I don't want to be late for class!).

I did go back to the roof, in order to check if I had seen the hole in the fence, but there was nothing wrong with it. No hole, no broken fence. And sure as hell, no hole. Oh wait… I already wrote that down… Ahem, well, I ended up writing up the scenario as nothing (bah! That was the stupidest thing I had ever done!), and began eating my lunch.

It would probably sound stupid (to any normal human being) that I had found a pair of chopsticks lying in front of me. Of course I looked for the owner (but nobody else was on the roof, so that turned out to be quite a dumb idea), but soon accepted it as mine when I read my name engraved on the ends of it (did I mention that it was the metal kind?), in English. A note was taped to one of them and if the message of 'train with these or die' didn't look creepily similar to my handwriting, then I don't know what is… Oh, maybe the men with the dangerous weapons (why they held on attacking till the end was beyond me) were rather creepy, along with that 'herbivore' guy… his bird too…

Well, now the chopsticks of creepiness is daintily sitting in my drawer as a write this, and thanks to it giving me a (seriously) cramped hand, I am now writing this entry with my less dominant hand (those chopsticks are evil, and I have no idea on what propelled me to even begin training with them, they must be possessed)… curse all those chopsticks in the world…

Now before both my hands start aching, I better end here.

P.S. Don't ever trust chopsticks, without your guard up, they are evil!