I blinked awake; the sun was shining in through my bedroom window. I sat up in bed and looked around my cluttered, messy room. Then my eyes drifted to my alarm clock. It said 7:02 in flashing green numbers, I grunted, still tired. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and pulled the covers off of myself and sat on my bed, legs dangling off, toes barely touching the floor. I was still looking around my room when my pink eyes landed on a fuzzy, almost black, carpet looking thing. I stood up, feet now touching the cool, hard, wooden floor. I walked slowly, tip toeing across the floor until I reached the carpet thing. Then it moved, I froze, and it twitched a paw. Only then I realized it was Tsume in wolf form. I bent down slowly to keep from falling over; balancing on the balls of my feet. I watched him breath, his chest rising and falling evenly. In an almost a hypnotic fashion. He was lying on his side, still asleep. I couldn’t believe that someone like him would sleep in, he always seemed like a morning person to me. I stretched my hand forward, being cautious, to pet his soft looking fur. I was right it was soft, silky, and smooth; no knots in it at all. I continued to gently stroke him. After a minute or two his ear twitched but I never noticed. Then his eyes fluttered open; and I stared into golden yellow orbs as our eyes met. My hand was hovering over his now human stomach and I realized he was a boy, laying on my floor.
“U-uhh…. Hi,” I said sheepishly retracting my hand as fast as I could, and blushed a pale pink. He blinked a few times, obviously still tired, and then he pushed himself into a sitting position by resting on his elbows on the floor and bending his knee. His blue black hair wasn’t very neat, it flopped all over the place. He was very close to my face now.
“Were you just petting me?” He asked as he lifted his arm and laid it over his bent knee. I flushed a brighter pink. Looking away from him, I tried to change the subject,
“So…. Do you want to go eat?” he just closed his eyes briefly, sighed, and then opened them again. Nodding his head he stood up, still unbelievably close to me.
“Ok, what are we going to eat?” He asked not looking down at me. I stood up quickly so I wouldn’t have to stare up at him. Then I walked to my door slowly not wanting to move anymore.
“I don’t know what kind of foods do you like? I know I have things like cereal, oatmeal, pizza, maybe more….” I trailed off as I reached for the door because Tsume had leaned forward; his hand and head rested on the doorframe. I couldn’t see his whole face but his eyes were tight with pain. I ran over to his side, but I wasn’t sure about what to do, “Tsume! Tsume, are you ok? What’s wrong?”
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Pain coursed through me, as I tried to get it under control. I had to get it under control, even if it was just for Kira’s sake. I had my entire weight
supported on my right foot, my head and my arm propped against the door frame. I could hear a voice but it was so faint. I couldn’t understand what it was saying. The pure white painted wooden door was starting to get fuzzy; my vision was getting blurry. Then some gray blotches started creeping into my eyesight. Everything was starting to turn black. ‘No. Hold on. Don’t quit…Try… try… t..r..y.’ was the last thing I thought of before the whole world turned black.
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Tsume started to fall over to the side- started to collapse.
“Tsume!” I cried as I rushed forward to catch him. I sort of caught him but I also fell with him. He looked asleep, almost peaceful. I sat there with Tsume’s head in my lap hoping he would wake up. After about five minutes, Tsume opened his eyes.
“Sorry about that, but don’t worry. I’m fine.” I stared at him, a minute ticked by.
“But… that was something I should worry about.” I was trying to think of what could hurt him that badly. ‘Maybe something during the festival…’ I thought about it for a second, it was the only thing I could come up with. I replayed that horrible event in my head, then it hit me; when the drunkard tried to whack me and Tsume came to my aid. During the rest of the fight I don’t think the drunken man had even laid a hand on Tsume. He took a direct hit, straight to his gut. He took that blow and got back up to fight. A blow, which for me, probably would have meant a few broken ribs. I knew that that’s what it was but I didn’t want to admit it. I wanted to believe that the wolf-boy in front of me was invincible. I should have realized that he had gotten hurt, even if he was a wolf. I wanted to hit myself for believing something silly like that; that he was something like a superhero. As I had my little revaluation he stared at me and was continuing to stare at me.
“Don’t worry it’s only a few bruised ribs.” He said in a rush, as though he only had one breath to say it in. I cringed, it still had to hurt.
“Only bruised..?!” I stared at him in disbelief. He was sitting slouched over right next to me, hand hovering over his abdomen. “Look at you, it must still be hurting you.” At this he took a few deep breaths as though to steady himself. Then he sat up straight and took away his hand.
“I’m fine.” He grumbled through gritted teeth. “Really I am.” He fixed me with that icy, commanding, glare that told me not to argue.
“Fine but please, please don’t push yourself.” I pleaded hoping that would be enough. He nodded and stood up, wincing slightly. I quickly got up too. “Um, before you collapsed and fainted did you hear what I said?” I asked trying faintly to lighten the mood. He nodded,
“Yeah you were saying something about pizza.” He said smiling meekly at me. I stared at him, wondering how he seems fine when just two minutes ago he looked like he was going to die. Before starting down the stairs, I blinked in utter amazement. I walked carefully and could hear Tume behind me. His breathing sounded more normal and that comforted me a little bit. Then I remembered the question I had wanted to ask him earlier; the thought flashed through my mind.
“Oh yeah! How come you were sleeping in my room?” I asked and silently added, ‘and what was I doing in my bed? I don’t remember going to bed.’ I noticed his face looked slightly pink.
“Well you never gave me a room to sleep in since you fell asleep and, although the couch looks inviting, it doesn’t look that comfortable.” His face held a small smirk because I was now blushing at my own idiocy. We were in the living room, walking slowly toward the kitchen.
“… Sorry…” I mumbled, I was really upset at myself now because first off I was the one who asked him to stay. Then I fell asleep and he was forced to sleep on the floor; all because I was too tired to stay up just a few more minutes. I really wanted to hit myself for being so stupid.
“Oi oi Kira-chan dijavu?” He spoke in Japanese, using the skills he learned in our multi-lingual class. I had to translate slowly in my own head, ‘Hey hey Kira, it’s ok.’
“Says you.” I continued to speak in English, it was easier for me.
“No it really is fine and your carpet is really soft, so I’m fine. And if you really want to make it up to me you can make me cold pizza.” He smiled brightly. I was amazed that his smile still made my heart skip a beat. I frowned at my own girlyness and because of my blushing. I went straight to the black fridge and I pointed to the cupboard to my right.
“Plates are in there. Can you get some please?” I waited as he opened the cupboard and took out two plastic plates, “Thanks.” I said as he put the plates on the table. I took out a square container from the fridge and opened it up. Placing two pieces of pizza onto the plates I tried to think of something to say. I took both plates and started walking over to the microwave when Tsume gingerly took his plate from my hands.
“Thanks.” He smiled, letting me see his amazing, shiny, slightly pointed teeth. I stared at him for about a minute.
“It’s still cold…” I knew that I sounded stupid, but I said it anyway. I was somewhat confused.
“I know.” He chuckled but he continued, “I like it better that way.” He walked over to the small black marble table-bar and sat down in a white bar stool with a black cushion.
“It’s ok but now I prefer mine a little warmer because everyone thought I was weird for eating it that way.” I sat down beside him in a black bar stool with a white cushion. He had already took 3 large bites of his pizza, digging in. I was eating slowly, taking my time. He swallowed his last bite,
“Hey… do you have parents?” He asked wiping his mouth with a napkin. I flinched at the subject.
“Yes I do.” I had to focus on not clenching my hands as I answered to stay calm. Then I continued to eat my pizza.
“Then why haven’t I seen them yet?” His eyes glanced around the room like they might come around any corner. He had gotten up and opened my black fridge and I opened up a cabinet door and took out two glasses out.
“Grab the milk for me please? It’s in the right door side shelf pocket.” I instructed him as I placed the cups on the table. I swallowed before I could continue. “You haven't seen them because they don’t live here. At least they don’t live with me.” He looked so past confused that I might have laughed if we hadn't been on the subject of my parents. He handed me one of the half-full glasses of milk. “You see, they travel around the world so much for their hotel business that they don’t actually own a house. They stay at all their hotels for free. of course I hated moving so much and it was hard with school so they bought me a house and send me money. So I can pay bills, buy food, and clothes, and other things. They care because I'm their daughter not because they care about Kira.” I said malice strong in my voice. Tsume looked a little less confused but it looked like more questions would be coming.
“How old were you when you started living here?” He almost had a look of terror. I really had to think about that for a while.
“About 6 or 7 I think, I’m not really sure. I do know that it was before I was 10.” I remembered the year I turned 10; that was the year I learned what true hate was. Hate that burned in your lungs, a hatred that could make you go insane if you can’t control it. That was the first year Tsume was in my class. It was such a hard time for me. That was the year I decided I despised him. I could remember that day perfectly. The hate I felt towards him that day was so strong it started to drain my other emotions.
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Chapter 5- Peaceful
We reached my house in a matter of minutes। He tried to set me down, on the porch, but I wouldn’t let go of his shirt। He unlocked my door and brought me in the house; and tried to set me down again once we were inside, this time I let go। I took off my one shoe and sat down on the small dark colored leather two-seater couch.
“I guess I’ll leave now.” Tsume said, turning to leave. I shook my head at him vigorously,
“No. You should stay here.” I said in my haste. He stood there and stared at me.
“Fine.” He breathed the word, and sat down next to me. “Well you should take a shower or something ‘cause you look pretty bad.” He snickered, smirking at me. He stared at me; I was blushing a pale pink. I must have looked bad because of lying in the dirt, and running through the forest.
“Hmph, fine,” I grumbled, “and what about you? What are you doing?” I tried to change the subject. He closed his bright yellow eyes in thought,
“I’m going to run back home, tell my uncle I’m staying at a friend’s house. I’ll get some clothes and then I’ll come right back.” His comment sounded final so I didn’t argue. I just nodded crossing my feet under me. I took a breath and he stood up. As he headed for the door I stood up as well and walked toward the stairs to get my shower ready. I looked back at him from over my shoulder and a thought accrued to me,
“Hey you can turn into a wolf anytime so can you turn into one right now?” it sounded a lot like a command even to me. He blinked once, a little confused but he did it anyway, just as I had asked. I walked over and opened the door for him. Tsume, the raven-black wolf cocked his head to one side. Seeming to ask me a question of why. “That way no one gets suspicious. If a boy spent the night my neighbors might call the police or worse: my parents. But if I let my pet ‘dog’ in, then it’s more normal.” I explained casually thinking that if Tsume gets caught he’ll go to jail. He only nodded before bolting out the open door. I glanced after him; he was running down the street with out looking back. I went back inside, shutting the door, to gather my stuff up. I grabbed a dark purple towel, my pajamas, my hair brush, and my toothbrush for my shower.
After about thirty minutes later I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror, in my lavender plaid pajamas, blow-drying my hair. I was soothed and squeaky clean. Now I was waiting for Tsume’s return. Soon ten minutes past; my hair had been blow-dried and brushed through about ten times. When I came out of the bathroom and walked downstairs I had all but forgotten about Tsume coming as a wolf. I heard a light scratch on the door and a faint whine. I opened the door expecting to see a stray dog or cat begging to come inside. But instead of a stray I saw Tsume in wolf form. He had the handles of a single black duffel bag in his mouth, his wolfy tongue hanging out the side. He looked like a dog who belonged there, and who knew it. He looked so angelic, so cute… until he opened his mouth,
“So are you going to let me in?” he still sounded like Tsume all right. I moved out of his way and took the black leather bag from him, being careful no to touch the part his mouth had been on. “You look clean now.” He mentioned as he walked into my living room. As he turned into a boy again, I looked him up and down. He still looked pretty muddy,
“Did you get to shower or do you need to use mine?” I asked and I ignored his clean comment. He shook his head to tell me no and sat down on the couch pouting slightly,
“Do I have to?” he asked all sulky like. I had to blink; his yellow eyes were so hypnotic it was like being in a trance by the sun. I nodded not trusting my voice yet. He sighed, “If I have to then I guess I have to.” he stood up as he said that. I walked up the stairs slowly, still carrying his bag,
“I thought dogs liked the water.” I said, teasingly. I heard him chuckle under his breath at me,
“Yeah, you think? Well I’m a wolf not a dog.” He said it more playfully then I thought he would. He had been leading the way until we reached the top of the stairs then he stopped, “Your bathroom, where is it?” he asked. I led him down the hallway. On the left there were two doors, and on the right there were three doors. I ignored all the doors in the back and opened the first door on the left and turned to face Tsume,
“Here it is. And after you shower you can use this room.” I said pointing to the room directly across the bathroom. He nodded, sulkier then normal. He closed the door behind him after taking some things from his bag and tossing the duffel into the room I had indicted. I shrugged and walked down the carpeted stairs, went into the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of milk. I walked back into the living room and plopped myself down on the dark violet leather couch. Sitting there, I flipped the TV on, it was just local news. The volume was down low, and I wasn’t really paying attention. I took a careful sip of milk, just waiting for Tsume to get out of the shower. Then a picture of the drunken man from just hours ago appeared on screen. I cranked up the volume to listen, the news lady; who was dressed in a bright, expensive, red women’s suit was in the middle of saying something.
“….. Was rushed to the hospital after getting attacked by what eye-witnesses claim to be a ‘wolf-like creature’. He has not been able to tell us anything yet due to the fact that he has been unconscious. Police have not yet proven it was or was not a wolf. Only that this man has serious, but not lethal injuries. He has three to five long slashes going from his shoulder blade to his lower back. Doctors do believe that this man will survive as well. Some experts say that these wounds could have come from long knives that can be hooked around one’s fist. Local police say that there have not been sighting of wolves in this area, or surrounding areas since wolves had been put on the endangered animals list. And claim that it was just a large dog or some criminal that needs to be caught. They promised that if it is in fact a large dog, it will be caught and humanely disposed of. We will update you at 10. This is,”–click- You could hear the remote click as I turned the TV off. I then turned on my surround sound CD player. I pushed the play button to listen to the music that was already in- it was all classical music. I clicked the remote again skipping to my favorite track, on with all piano. I didn’t know the name of it but I loved it. I had been drinking my milk the entire time; I placed the now empty glass on the side table a foot away. I clicked on the light that stood there and, using the remote turned off the main lights. I leaned on the couch arm, my slightly wet hair clinging to the back of my neck, and closed my eyes. Letting the music fill my brain, allowing it to take over my imagination, pictures of dancing wolves were in my brain before I even realized I was getting sleepy.
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After my shower I barely dried my skin, throwing on some black pajama pants and a dark midnight blue beater. I wore no socks or shoes of any kind. My hair was too wet and too drippy. Overall I felt way to uncomfortably wet. I slung the dark blue towel over my shoulder as I left the steamy bathroom. I shook my head a couple times, trying to get the water out, but it was no use, if I wanted the water out I would have to dry my hair. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to that either, hair dryers were to loud and they scared me a little. I opened the door Kira had told me I could use and threw my towel onto my bag. From there I could hear music coming from downstairs; it was a beautiful grand piano playing melodiously with a small flute. As the track drew to a close and another song stared up it almost startled me- it was some song by muse and it was louder then I expected. Soon I realized what song it was- Time is running out. I let my breathing go back to normal before I walked down the stairs; making almost no noise at all. Kira was curled up on the edge of the couch, fast asleep. Her light purple hair was flung all over the couch and covering her eyes. I smiled gently and sat down on the arm of the couch, leaning forward to brush her hair away from her face. She smiled in her sleep but didn’t move. I sighed, and leaned close to her ear so she would be able to hear me.
“Hey, Kira.’ I said barely above a whisper, “Wake up, come on Kira.” but it was a fruitless labor, a waste of breath. I shook her a tiny bit by the shoulder,
“Hmmm?” She mumbled most likely still half asleep. I sighed again and stood up, scooping her up in my arms. She really wasn’t heavy at all I was impressed. I carefully cradled her in my arms and started to carry her up the stairs.
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I was mostly asleep but because of someone shaking me I was still kind of conscious. I definitely wasn’t out of it just yet. It felt a lot like I was floating in mid air, but that was impossible, somewhere in the conscious part of my brain I knew that. But I still really liked the feeling. And I hoped it wouldn’t end, it was…. nice, and with that last trailing thought I drifted off into a peaceful, dream filled sleep.
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“I guess I’ll leave now.” Tsume said, turning to leave. I shook my head at him vigorously,
“No. You should stay here.” I said in my haste. He stood there and stared at me.
“Fine.” He breathed the word, and sat down next to me. “Well you should take a shower or something ‘cause you look pretty bad.” He snickered, smirking at me. He stared at me; I was blushing a pale pink. I must have looked bad because of lying in the dirt, and running through the forest.
“Hmph, fine,” I grumbled, “and what about you? What are you doing?” I tried to change the subject. He closed his bright yellow eyes in thought,
“I’m going to run back home, tell my uncle I’m staying at a friend’s house. I’ll get some clothes and then I’ll come right back.” His comment sounded final so I didn’t argue. I just nodded crossing my feet under me. I took a breath and he stood up. As he headed for the door I stood up as well and walked toward the stairs to get my shower ready. I looked back at him from over my shoulder and a thought accrued to me,
“Hey you can turn into a wolf anytime so can you turn into one right now?” it sounded a lot like a command even to me. He blinked once, a little confused but he did it anyway, just as I had asked. I walked over and opened the door for him. Tsume, the raven-black wolf cocked his head to one side. Seeming to ask me a question of why. “That way no one gets suspicious. If a boy spent the night my neighbors might call the police or worse: my parents. But if I let my pet ‘dog’ in, then it’s more normal.” I explained casually thinking that if Tsume gets caught he’ll go to jail. He only nodded before bolting out the open door. I glanced after him; he was running down the street with out looking back. I went back inside, shutting the door, to gather my stuff up. I grabbed a dark purple towel, my pajamas, my hair brush, and my toothbrush for my shower.
After about thirty minutes later I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror, in my lavender plaid pajamas, blow-drying my hair. I was soothed and squeaky clean. Now I was waiting for Tsume’s return. Soon ten minutes past; my hair had been blow-dried and brushed through about ten times. When I came out of the bathroom and walked downstairs I had all but forgotten about Tsume coming as a wolf. I heard a light scratch on the door and a faint whine. I opened the door expecting to see a stray dog or cat begging to come inside. But instead of a stray I saw Tsume in wolf form. He had the handles of a single black duffel bag in his mouth, his wolfy tongue hanging out the side. He looked like a dog who belonged there, and who knew it. He looked so angelic, so cute… until he opened his mouth,
“So are you going to let me in?” he still sounded like Tsume all right. I moved out of his way and took the black leather bag from him, being careful no to touch the part his mouth had been on. “You look clean now.” He mentioned as he walked into my living room. As he turned into a boy again, I looked him up and down. He still looked pretty muddy,
“Did you get to shower or do you need to use mine?” I asked and I ignored his clean comment. He shook his head to tell me no and sat down on the couch pouting slightly,
“Do I have to?” he asked all sulky like. I had to blink; his yellow eyes were so hypnotic it was like being in a trance by the sun. I nodded not trusting my voice yet. He sighed, “If I have to then I guess I have to.” he stood up as he said that. I walked up the stairs slowly, still carrying his bag,
“I thought dogs liked the water.” I said, teasingly. I heard him chuckle under his breath at me,
“Yeah, you think? Well I’m a wolf not a dog.” He said it more playfully then I thought he would. He had been leading the way until we reached the top of the stairs then he stopped, “Your bathroom, where is it?” he asked. I led him down the hallway. On the left there were two doors, and on the right there were three doors. I ignored all the doors in the back and opened the first door on the left and turned to face Tsume,
“Here it is. And after you shower you can use this room.” I said pointing to the room directly across the bathroom. He nodded, sulkier then normal. He closed the door behind him after taking some things from his bag and tossing the duffel into the room I had indicted. I shrugged and walked down the carpeted stairs, went into the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of milk. I walked back into the living room and plopped myself down on the dark violet leather couch. Sitting there, I flipped the TV on, it was just local news. The volume was down low, and I wasn’t really paying attention. I took a careful sip of milk, just waiting for Tsume to get out of the shower. Then a picture of the drunken man from just hours ago appeared on screen. I cranked up the volume to listen, the news lady; who was dressed in a bright, expensive, red women’s suit was in the middle of saying something.
“….. Was rushed to the hospital after getting attacked by what eye-witnesses claim to be a ‘wolf-like creature’. He has not been able to tell us anything yet due to the fact that he has been unconscious. Police have not yet proven it was or was not a wolf. Only that this man has serious, but not lethal injuries. He has three to five long slashes going from his shoulder blade to his lower back. Doctors do believe that this man will survive as well. Some experts say that these wounds could have come from long knives that can be hooked around one’s fist. Local police say that there have not been sighting of wolves in this area, or surrounding areas since wolves had been put on the endangered animals list. And claim that it was just a large dog or some criminal that needs to be caught. They promised that if it is in fact a large dog, it will be caught and humanely disposed of. We will update you at 10. This is,”–click- You could hear the remote click as I turned the TV off. I then turned on my surround sound CD player. I pushed the play button to listen to the music that was already in- it was all classical music. I clicked the remote again skipping to my favorite track, on with all piano. I didn’t know the name of it but I loved it. I had been drinking my milk the entire time; I placed the now empty glass on the side table a foot away. I clicked on the light that stood there and, using the remote turned off the main lights. I leaned on the couch arm, my slightly wet hair clinging to the back of my neck, and closed my eyes. Letting the music fill my brain, allowing it to take over my imagination, pictures of dancing wolves were in my brain before I even realized I was getting sleepy.
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After my shower I barely dried my skin, throwing on some black pajama pants and a dark midnight blue beater. I wore no socks or shoes of any kind. My hair was too wet and too drippy. Overall I felt way to uncomfortably wet. I slung the dark blue towel over my shoulder as I left the steamy bathroom. I shook my head a couple times, trying to get the water out, but it was no use, if I wanted the water out I would have to dry my hair. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to that either, hair dryers were to loud and they scared me a little. I opened the door Kira had told me I could use and threw my towel onto my bag. From there I could hear music coming from downstairs; it was a beautiful grand piano playing melodiously with a small flute. As the track drew to a close and another song stared up it almost startled me- it was some song by muse and it was louder then I expected. Soon I realized what song it was- Time is running out. I let my breathing go back to normal before I walked down the stairs; making almost no noise at all. Kira was curled up on the edge of the couch, fast asleep. Her light purple hair was flung all over the couch and covering her eyes. I smiled gently and sat down on the arm of the couch, leaning forward to brush her hair away from her face. She smiled in her sleep but didn’t move. I sighed, and leaned close to her ear so she would be able to hear me.
“Hey, Kira.’ I said barely above a whisper, “Wake up, come on Kira.” but it was a fruitless labor, a waste of breath. I shook her a tiny bit by the shoulder,
“Hmmm?” She mumbled most likely still half asleep. I sighed again and stood up, scooping her up in my arms. She really wasn’t heavy at all I was impressed. I carefully cradled her in my arms and started to carry her up the stairs.
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I was mostly asleep but because of someone shaking me I was still kind of conscious. I definitely wasn’t out of it just yet. It felt a lot like I was floating in mid air, but that was impossible, somewhere in the conscious part of my brain I knew that. But I still really liked the feeling. And I hoped it wouldn’t end, it was…. nice, and with that last trailing thought I drifted off into a peaceful, dream filled sleep.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Chapter 4- Fear
We stood there staring at the entrance to the carnival- like- festival. The bright orange, yellow, blue, violet, and red lights shining from the decorative hanging paper lanterns were beautiful. And within the fair I could see many people from my school. All wearing bright colors; different from our ordinary school uniforms, making them all seem to stand out. Some even getting in the school activities by wearing the kimono’s the multi-cultural teacher gave us. I could hear the hundreds of kids calling out, screaming in joy, and laughing. I took the first step and Tsume fallowed,
“What do you want to do?” Tsume asked sounding a little uncertain. I just grinned.
“What have you never been to a carnival before?” I asked trying to tease him. He shook his head slowly. “Well I want to go on tons of rides, but that isn’t until tomorrow so I’ll have to make due with a Ferris wheel ride.” I gazed around the fair, at the many wooden stands set all around this part of town- each stand holding some sort of either game, food, or other surprises. “Maybe a merry go round, and we just have to have tons of fair food.” I went on.
“Are we truly going to get all of that done?” He asked, and I nodded,
“Hopefully.” I said grabbing his arm and dragging him along. We found a concession stand and I halted. Tsume stayed under a tree, staying close to me and yet being far enough away I wasn’t being suffocated. I walked up to the stand and the older women in the stand asked a younger girl to take our orders. The young girl, I realized to late, was Maya’s best friend Yuka. She looked bored and tucked a piece of long black behind her ear.
“Yeah… uh what do you want? There’s our menu.” She said pointing to a sign on the top of the wooden stand.
“Can I get a cotton candy?” I asked trying not to draw attention to myself. She left but came back with a wad of blue and pink fluff on a stick.
“That’ll be $5.50 please?” Yuka said in a dull uninterested tone. I looked through my small purse and realized I hadn’t brought my wallet in my haste to meet Tsume. Tsume, who had been watching me, noticed this and stepped forward to pay for me. He handed, the now surprised Yuka, the exact amount of money. But Yuka, being in the fan club, broke out in a smile. Her once dull bored blue-green eyes became shining and excited at the mere sight of him. It almost made me want to hurl. She handed Tsume the stick of cotton candy. He took it but didn’t do anything with it; he just held it looking stupid. Yuka’s smiling face turned to a terrifying glare as she looked over at me. I tried to duck away, but was unsuccessful. I knew Maya would hear about this and I didn’t want to have to deal with her. I wanted to go find a nice big rock to crawl under, but Tsume seeing my weird trance like state, decided it would be best to grab my hand and pull me out of the way so others could get their drinks, popcorn, or cotton candy. He then handed me the cotton candy seeming oblivious to the mini-drama scene that just happened right in front of him.
“So,” He said pointing to the fluff in my cold hands, “does this stuff actually taste good?” I thought about it as I steered us toward a bench and we sat down. He was glancing around at the fair. I pulled off a piece and stared at Tsume until he turned around. When he looked at me I stuffed the chunk of blue and pink candy into his open, ready to make a snide comment, mouth; as I said.
“Decide for yourself.” At first he closed his mouth and let it melt into a soft sugar filled mush then chewed softly and swallowed. I took a bite myself, and by the time he finished his third bite I had devoured four slightly larger pieces. “Well is it good?” I asked, getting tired of waiting. He smirked with some unknown emotion on his face- maybe teasing? - And told me,
“It’s ok I guess. I’ve tasted better.”
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We finished the cotton candy ten minutes later. And after an hour of walking around, riding the ferris wheel, the merry go round, and watching fireworks it was getting late and we needed to go home. A few people still roamed around. But most were either to drunk to notice if Godzilla walked by or were impatiently waiting for rides to get there. A group of young men were walking towards us and I could smell the beer from where we were walking. The sharp scent burned my nose. Tsume pulled me closer; and leaned down close to my ear and whispered,
“Stay close ok?” I nodded trying to keep our talking to a minimum. The men all went a different way then we did- in fact the total opposite way. I forced a little distance between me and Tsume. A small distance away two older, rough looking guys blundered in from an alleyway to our left. The one bigger man, that looked as though he could be a boxer, had a red blush across his face, definitely drunk. The smaller one, but not by much, didn’t have as a red blush to him. They were talking very loudly, loud enough for both me and Tsume to hear from where we stood- several paces away.
“You know, animals are really stupid.” The large one said in a booming voice. “You know I hate animals, especially dogs;” The smaller one was just nodding in agreement. “wolves too. They are probably the most stupid out of all- hick- the stupid animals.” I saw Tsume stiffen ever so slightly in front me. The large man nodded in Tsume’s general direction,
“Hey boy, don’t you think wolves and dogs are retarded?” he yelled wobbling closer. Tsume turned his ultra death glare on the guys,
“No, no I don’t. Wolves aren’t stupid.” he explained through clenched teeth. The man floundered his way over, stumbling a few times.
“Why would you think that? They really are brainless, they even kill each other. They really are dumb- hick-.” The man looked about as cross as a drunkard could be. Tsume snorted arrogantly,
“So humans kill each other too, don’t they? But you don’t think humans are morons do you? In fact humans are worse, they pollute the planet- their own home.” he had balled up his hands into fists but held his arms beside him. The drunken man was angry now,
“Hey, you arrogant punk! You’d better respect your elders and –hick- agree with me.” He looked mad now, raging. Tsume snorted again,
“I would never agree with the likes of you.” he stated in a cocky tone. The old drunken man looked stunned,
“Well then, I’m going to have to teach you some manners.” He swung a fist at Tsume and I gasped. The other man was cheering for his buddy on. Tsume easily dodged the clumsily thrown punch. The man punched again and again but each time Tsume just dodged them. After a small time Tsume started to back up as he dodged, moving away from me. The other man saw me and walked over,
“Hey boss, how about her. I’ll bet he cares for her. Beat this one, she seems vulnerable.” he said while kicking me down. The drunkard stopped and Tsume was about two feet away from him and the drunk was about four feet away from me, he stopped too. The drunken man came over to me, he was snickering. My eyes bulged wide with fear. He had pulled his leg back ready to kick, when Tsume thrust himself in front of me. The punch connected to his chest. He flew back and landed on me, as I was trying to get up; pushing me back a few feet, only coming to a stop when my back hit a tree a couple feet away. A gust of air rushed out of my system. I tried to push myself up but Tsume was heavier then I expected; he laid there his breath heavy and uneven. I tried again to struggle free but we were tangled so badly that it just made everything hurt so I stopped trying as well. A small crowd, of the people that were left at the park, was forming around us yet keeping their distance. The two drunken men sauntered toward us,
“Tsume! Tsume get up.” I pleaded in a whisper. The men were getting closer. Tsume blinked, shook his head to clear his mind, and then pulled himself free of the tangled mess we were in. He grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, wincing, and holding his side with one hand. The drunkard looked happy that Tsume was up.
“So are you – hick- going apologize to me? If you do then maybe I’ll leave you alone.” He threatened but Tsume ignored him and picked me up bridal style and turned to run. But the drunkard wasn’t having that, he picked up an empty beer bottle near him on the ground, and chucked it at Tsume’s feet. He tripped and fell, almost falling on me. He let me go about an inch from the ground and caught himself with his hands on either side of my head. Now he looked angry his face contorted with rage. Tsume got up and ran at the drunkard, he ran so fast he was almost a blur. He caused the small number of people- half of them still drunk- to gasp. Sirens could be heard and most of the crowd dispersed. He was about three feet away from the now astonished drunkard and he leapt straight up into the air. He was high over the drunk man’s head, his feet folded neatly under him, he appeared to be a high hurdle jumper, he was coming down very fast too. He landed an arms length away and on his way he put his arm out and scraped the drunkard down the length of his back.
A blood curdling scream rang out in the clearing by the forest where I sat. It was the drunkard’s scream. Blood squirted out and he fell to the ground, four long gashes ran from his neck to his legs. In some places it they looked pretty deep. His eyes were open but glazed over; he was dieing. Tsume ran back to me. He picked me up again and ran into the woods. The crowd was screaming in terror now and what little amount of people were left were running, trying to get out of the way of the police and paramedics. I was scared and dirty but I clung to Tsume’s black shirt, my face pushed into his chest. My hair was coming undone and I only had one of my shoes. I could hear him whisper,
“I’m sorry.” a few times. I think maybe he thought I was scared of him or something. But I wasn’t, a little shaken maybe, but not really all that scared. Yes, fear wasn’t something I felt.
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“What do you want to do?” Tsume asked sounding a little uncertain. I just grinned.
“What have you never been to a carnival before?” I asked trying to tease him. He shook his head slowly. “Well I want to go on tons of rides, but that isn’t until tomorrow so I’ll have to make due with a Ferris wheel ride.” I gazed around the fair, at the many wooden stands set all around this part of town- each stand holding some sort of either game, food, or other surprises. “Maybe a merry go round, and we just have to have tons of fair food.” I went on.
“Are we truly going to get all of that done?” He asked, and I nodded,
“Hopefully.” I said grabbing his arm and dragging him along. We found a concession stand and I halted. Tsume stayed under a tree, staying close to me and yet being far enough away I wasn’t being suffocated. I walked up to the stand and the older women in the stand asked a younger girl to take our orders. The young girl, I realized to late, was Maya’s best friend Yuka. She looked bored and tucked a piece of long black behind her ear.
“Yeah… uh what do you want? There’s our menu.” She said pointing to a sign on the top of the wooden stand.
“Can I get a cotton candy?” I asked trying not to draw attention to myself. She left but came back with a wad of blue and pink fluff on a stick.
“That’ll be $5.50 please?” Yuka said in a dull uninterested tone. I looked through my small purse and realized I hadn’t brought my wallet in my haste to meet Tsume. Tsume, who had been watching me, noticed this and stepped forward to pay for me. He handed, the now surprised Yuka, the exact amount of money. But Yuka, being in the fan club, broke out in a smile. Her once dull bored blue-green eyes became shining and excited at the mere sight of him. It almost made me want to hurl. She handed Tsume the stick of cotton candy. He took it but didn’t do anything with it; he just held it looking stupid. Yuka’s smiling face turned to a terrifying glare as she looked over at me. I tried to duck away, but was unsuccessful. I knew Maya would hear about this and I didn’t want to have to deal with her. I wanted to go find a nice big rock to crawl under, but Tsume seeing my weird trance like state, decided it would be best to grab my hand and pull me out of the way so others could get their drinks, popcorn, or cotton candy. He then handed me the cotton candy seeming oblivious to the mini-drama scene that just happened right in front of him.
“So,” He said pointing to the fluff in my cold hands, “does this stuff actually taste good?” I thought about it as I steered us toward a bench and we sat down. He was glancing around at the fair. I pulled off a piece and stared at Tsume until he turned around. When he looked at me I stuffed the chunk of blue and pink candy into his open, ready to make a snide comment, mouth; as I said.
“Decide for yourself.” At first he closed his mouth and let it melt into a soft sugar filled mush then chewed softly and swallowed. I took a bite myself, and by the time he finished his third bite I had devoured four slightly larger pieces. “Well is it good?” I asked, getting tired of waiting. He smirked with some unknown emotion on his face- maybe teasing? - And told me,
“It’s ok I guess. I’ve tasted better.”
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We finished the cotton candy ten minutes later. And after an hour of walking around, riding the ferris wheel, the merry go round, and watching fireworks it was getting late and we needed to go home. A few people still roamed around. But most were either to drunk to notice if Godzilla walked by or were impatiently waiting for rides to get there. A group of young men were walking towards us and I could smell the beer from where we were walking. The sharp scent burned my nose. Tsume pulled me closer; and leaned down close to my ear and whispered,
“Stay close ok?” I nodded trying to keep our talking to a minimum. The men all went a different way then we did- in fact the total opposite way. I forced a little distance between me and Tsume. A small distance away two older, rough looking guys blundered in from an alleyway to our left. The one bigger man, that looked as though he could be a boxer, had a red blush across his face, definitely drunk. The smaller one, but not by much, didn’t have as a red blush to him. They were talking very loudly, loud enough for both me and Tsume to hear from where we stood- several paces away.
“You know, animals are really stupid.” The large one said in a booming voice. “You know I hate animals, especially dogs;” The smaller one was just nodding in agreement. “wolves too. They are probably the most stupid out of all- hick- the stupid animals.” I saw Tsume stiffen ever so slightly in front me. The large man nodded in Tsume’s general direction,
“Hey boy, don’t you think wolves and dogs are retarded?” he yelled wobbling closer. Tsume turned his ultra death glare on the guys,
“No, no I don’t. Wolves aren’t stupid.” he explained through clenched teeth. The man floundered his way over, stumbling a few times.
“Why would you think that? They really are brainless, they even kill each other. They really are dumb- hick-.” The man looked about as cross as a drunkard could be. Tsume snorted arrogantly,
“So humans kill each other too, don’t they? But you don’t think humans are morons do you? In fact humans are worse, they pollute the planet- their own home.” he had balled up his hands into fists but held his arms beside him. The drunken man was angry now,
“Hey, you arrogant punk! You’d better respect your elders and –hick- agree with me.” He looked mad now, raging. Tsume snorted again,
“I would never agree with the likes of you.” he stated in a cocky tone. The old drunken man looked stunned,
“Well then, I’m going to have to teach you some manners.” He swung a fist at Tsume and I gasped. The other man was cheering for his buddy on. Tsume easily dodged the clumsily thrown punch. The man punched again and again but each time Tsume just dodged them. After a small time Tsume started to back up as he dodged, moving away from me. The other man saw me and walked over,
“Hey boss, how about her. I’ll bet he cares for her. Beat this one, she seems vulnerable.” he said while kicking me down. The drunkard stopped and Tsume was about two feet away from him and the drunk was about four feet away from me, he stopped too. The drunken man came over to me, he was snickering. My eyes bulged wide with fear. He had pulled his leg back ready to kick, when Tsume thrust himself in front of me. The punch connected to his chest. He flew back and landed on me, as I was trying to get up; pushing me back a few feet, only coming to a stop when my back hit a tree a couple feet away. A gust of air rushed out of my system. I tried to push myself up but Tsume was heavier then I expected; he laid there his breath heavy and uneven. I tried again to struggle free but we were tangled so badly that it just made everything hurt so I stopped trying as well. A small crowd, of the people that were left at the park, was forming around us yet keeping their distance. The two drunken men sauntered toward us,
“Tsume! Tsume get up.” I pleaded in a whisper. The men were getting closer. Tsume blinked, shook his head to clear his mind, and then pulled himself free of the tangled mess we were in. He grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, wincing, and holding his side with one hand. The drunkard looked happy that Tsume was up.
“So are you – hick- going apologize to me? If you do then maybe I’ll leave you alone.” He threatened but Tsume ignored him and picked me up bridal style and turned to run. But the drunkard wasn’t having that, he picked up an empty beer bottle near him on the ground, and chucked it at Tsume’s feet. He tripped and fell, almost falling on me. He let me go about an inch from the ground and caught himself with his hands on either side of my head. Now he looked angry his face contorted with rage. Tsume got up and ran at the drunkard, he ran so fast he was almost a blur. He caused the small number of people- half of them still drunk- to gasp. Sirens could be heard and most of the crowd dispersed. He was about three feet away from the now astonished drunkard and he leapt straight up into the air. He was high over the drunk man’s head, his feet folded neatly under him, he appeared to be a high hurdle jumper, he was coming down very fast too. He landed an arms length away and on his way he put his arm out and scraped the drunkard down the length of his back.
A blood curdling scream rang out in the clearing by the forest where I sat. It was the drunkard’s scream. Blood squirted out and he fell to the ground, four long gashes ran from his neck to his legs. In some places it they looked pretty deep. His eyes were open but glazed over; he was dieing. Tsume ran back to me. He picked me up again and ran into the woods. The crowd was screaming in terror now and what little amount of people were left were running, trying to get out of the way of the police and paramedics. I was scared and dirty but I clung to Tsume’s black shirt, my face pushed into his chest. My hair was coming undone and I only had one of my shoes. I could hear him whisper,
“I’m sorry.” a few times. I think maybe he thought I was scared of him or something. But I wasn’t, a little shaken maybe, but not really all that scared. Yes, fear wasn’t something I felt.
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Chapter 3- excitement
Its Monday now and there’s a festival coming up. I’m really excited about that. The only thing is that every year I go alone. I don’t mean to or want to but no one ever asks me.
“Class is over, dismissed.” Said the teacher in a relieved voice we only have one class left before school lets out for the day. I’ve heard tons about who’s going with whom to the festival. But the weirdest part is that Tsume hadn’t talked to me almost all day. Only a couple of times and he never once mentioned the festival. I was in my next class, Tsume beside me.
“So are you going to the festival?” I asked while our teacher called roll.
“Umm… I don’t know yet.” he said staring at me, “Why were you thinking of going?” I stared at my hands,
“Yes, I’m going.” I said nodding. He tilted his head so he could see my face,
“Well has anyone asked you yet?” he asked. I blushed turning my face a light pink, embarrassed about it.
“N-no not yet but I’m still going.” He nodded then turned his attention back to the class. The teacher was assigning partners for a Japanese project.
“… Ann and Maya. Lastly Tsume and Kira.” She explained, “Now get in your groups and start.” She sat down at her desk. Tsume got up and kicked his desk to face mine. He pulled a piece of paper out of his notebook and sat down,
“So what are we going to do that has to do with Japan?” he asked, pen tip on the paper. I thought for a moment,
“We could cook something like rice balls or some kind of cake.” I explained. He jotted it down,
“Sounds good to me, then we’ll feed it to the class.” he said. I nodded, “So do you want to go to the festival with me?” he asked out of the blue. I stared at him skeptically,
“Sure but aren’t you in high demand because of all your so called fans?” I asked him, he stared at me almost glaring.
“Why should I care, I didn’t ask them to like me. Besides if they bug us I’ll just glare at them until they go away.” I laughed softly,
“Your so cold to everyone. I’m surprised they even like you.” I said in a teasing tone. He just stared at me a moment, “If I were like that nobody would like me.” I smiled a strangely sad smile, he laughed a little. Then he leaned so close that his arm touched mine, he brushed my bangs out of my eyes,
“I don’t know about that, in the beginning you were cold to me too, but I stuck around.” I was blushing like mad but my sense came back,
“You only stuck around because I know your secret- that you’re a w-o-l-f.” I whispered very quietly. He went back to sitting straight again. He looked me in the eyes,
“I’ll pick you up tonight okay?” I nodded slowly. We went over a few other things in class and then the bell rang. I went to my locker and shoved my books inside my bag and turned toward the door. As I headed to the door I kept alert so that in case I ran into Tsume I wouldn’t be surprised. But the halls were empty except a few students every once in a while. I reached the door and stepped outside. It was raining steadily; I realized that I didn’t even bring my umbrella. I groaned, ‘Now I have to get all wet.’ I complained to myself. I took a deep breath and started walking out in the rain, pulling my sweater over my hands and crossed my arms to stay warmer. I was looking at my feet and when I came to the edge of the sidewalk, I stopped. I didn’t walk because I heard a car coming. When it drove by it splashed some puddle water on me. I screamed, now even wetter then before. My hair plastered to my face. I stood there letting the rain water drip over my face, wishing I had an umbrella. Then the rain was no longer raining on me, but it was still pouring down around me. I turned around and Tsume was holding an umbrella.
“I thought you might need an umbrella, you should have waited for me.” he explained with a frown, he looked me up and down, “You look wetter than from far away.” He took off his jacket and slung it on my shoulders. I put it on and buttoned it up. He started walking and I fallowed. I didn’t look at the road or the sky; I just stared at my feet. We came to a stop and I glanced around, we were at my house. I lead us up to the front door.
“No ones home but I have a key, hang on.” I said, taking the umbrella from his hands, leaving him under the porch. I walked to a bush and moved some twigs to the side. On one branch, there was a key hanging there. I grabbed it and then came back; I gave him the umbrella and opened the door. We came in, my house was painted in a pattern: every other wall was light lavender and the others were dark purple. It was a taller house but still not very big. I took off the coat and returned it to Tsume.
“Thank you very much for walking me home.” I said nicely. He smiled,
“no problem. I’ll just be going now. I’ll see you later.” he said, then walked out the door.
I took a shower and dried my hair. I stood at my closet looking into it. I picked out a small dress; at the bottom it was dark purple and as it came up it got lighter. It was a spaghetti strap dress and it came down to my knees. It had a couple of bluish violet colored flowers at the bottom. I pulled my silky light purple hair into a ponytail with two strands of hair to lie on each side of my face. I slipped some high heel flip-flops on and looked out my window. It had stopped raining and a figure was standing in my driveway, I realized the figure was Tsume. I took a deep breath and carefully walked down the stairs. When I opened the door he turned his head to me and smiled,
“Hi.” he greeted me. “You look nice, different then from that same ol’ thing you always wear in school.” I smirked,
“Well if you’re talking about my school uniform then yes I guess I do. And I see that you look different then from school too.” Tsume was wearing a white T-shirt with a black hooded shirt, unbuttoned. And some nice black pants. He looked more like the Tsume I saw on the Saturday we went out. I was grumbling under my breath.
“Come on, let’s go, the festival will start soon.” He said grabbing my hand to pull me. I came to his side; let go of his hand, stopped walking, and put my arm around him in a half hug.
“Thanks for bringing me.” Then I let go, letting him hold my hand again. I thought I saw him blush but he turned his head away, so I couldn’t be sure.
When we reached the middle of town where the festival was to be held, my excitement had bubbled up and was threatening to overflow. My adrenaline was rushing through me.
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“Class is over, dismissed.” Said the teacher in a relieved voice we only have one class left before school lets out for the day. I’ve heard tons about who’s going with whom to the festival. But the weirdest part is that Tsume hadn’t talked to me almost all day. Only a couple of times and he never once mentioned the festival. I was in my next class, Tsume beside me.
“So are you going to the festival?” I asked while our teacher called roll.
“Umm… I don’t know yet.” he said staring at me, “Why were you thinking of going?” I stared at my hands,
“Yes, I’m going.” I said nodding. He tilted his head so he could see my face,
“Well has anyone asked you yet?” he asked. I blushed turning my face a light pink, embarrassed about it.
“N-no not yet but I’m still going.” He nodded then turned his attention back to the class. The teacher was assigning partners for a Japanese project.
“… Ann and Maya. Lastly Tsume and Kira.” She explained, “Now get in your groups and start.” She sat down at her desk. Tsume got up and kicked his desk to face mine. He pulled a piece of paper out of his notebook and sat down,
“So what are we going to do that has to do with Japan?” he asked, pen tip on the paper. I thought for a moment,
“We could cook something like rice balls or some kind of cake.” I explained. He jotted it down,
“Sounds good to me, then we’ll feed it to the class.” he said. I nodded, “So do you want to go to the festival with me?” he asked out of the blue. I stared at him skeptically,
“Sure but aren’t you in high demand because of all your so called fans?” I asked him, he stared at me almost glaring.
“Why should I care, I didn’t ask them to like me. Besides if they bug us I’ll just glare at them until they go away.” I laughed softly,
“Your so cold to everyone. I’m surprised they even like you.” I said in a teasing tone. He just stared at me a moment, “If I were like that nobody would like me.” I smiled a strangely sad smile, he laughed a little. Then he leaned so close that his arm touched mine, he brushed my bangs out of my eyes,
“I don’t know about that, in the beginning you were cold to me too, but I stuck around.” I was blushing like mad but my sense came back,
“You only stuck around because I know your secret- that you’re a w-o-l-f.” I whispered very quietly. He went back to sitting straight again. He looked me in the eyes,
“I’ll pick you up tonight okay?” I nodded slowly. We went over a few other things in class and then the bell rang. I went to my locker and shoved my books inside my bag and turned toward the door. As I headed to the door I kept alert so that in case I ran into Tsume I wouldn’t be surprised. But the halls were empty except a few students every once in a while. I reached the door and stepped outside. It was raining steadily; I realized that I didn’t even bring my umbrella. I groaned, ‘Now I have to get all wet.’ I complained to myself. I took a deep breath and started walking out in the rain, pulling my sweater over my hands and crossed my arms to stay warmer. I was looking at my feet and when I came to the edge of the sidewalk, I stopped. I didn’t walk because I heard a car coming. When it drove by it splashed some puddle water on me. I screamed, now even wetter then before. My hair plastered to my face. I stood there letting the rain water drip over my face, wishing I had an umbrella. Then the rain was no longer raining on me, but it was still pouring down around me. I turned around and Tsume was holding an umbrella.
“I thought you might need an umbrella, you should have waited for me.” he explained with a frown, he looked me up and down, “You look wetter than from far away.” He took off his jacket and slung it on my shoulders. I put it on and buttoned it up. He started walking and I fallowed. I didn’t look at the road or the sky; I just stared at my feet. We came to a stop and I glanced around, we were at my house. I lead us up to the front door.
“No ones home but I have a key, hang on.” I said, taking the umbrella from his hands, leaving him under the porch. I walked to a bush and moved some twigs to the side. On one branch, there was a key hanging there. I grabbed it and then came back; I gave him the umbrella and opened the door. We came in, my house was painted in a pattern: every other wall was light lavender and the others were dark purple. It was a taller house but still not very big. I took off the coat and returned it to Tsume.
“Thank you very much for walking me home.” I said nicely. He smiled,
“no problem. I’ll just be going now. I’ll see you later.” he said, then walked out the door.
I took a shower and dried my hair. I stood at my closet looking into it. I picked out a small dress; at the bottom it was dark purple and as it came up it got lighter. It was a spaghetti strap dress and it came down to my knees. It had a couple of bluish violet colored flowers at the bottom. I pulled my silky light purple hair into a ponytail with two strands of hair to lie on each side of my face. I slipped some high heel flip-flops on and looked out my window. It had stopped raining and a figure was standing in my driveway, I realized the figure was Tsume. I took a deep breath and carefully walked down the stairs. When I opened the door he turned his head to me and smiled,
“Hi.” he greeted me. “You look nice, different then from that same ol’ thing you always wear in school.” I smirked,
“Well if you’re talking about my school uniform then yes I guess I do. And I see that you look different then from school too.” Tsume was wearing a white T-shirt with a black hooded shirt, unbuttoned. And some nice black pants. He looked more like the Tsume I saw on the Saturday we went out. I was grumbling under my breath.
“Come on, let’s go, the festival will start soon.” He said grabbing my hand to pull me. I came to his side; let go of his hand, stopped walking, and put my arm around him in a half hug.
“Thanks for bringing me.” Then I let go, letting him hold my hand again. I thought I saw him blush but he turned his head away, so I couldn’t be sure.
When we reached the middle of town where the festival was to be held, my excitement had bubbled up and was threatening to overflow. My adrenaline was rushing through me.
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Chapter 2- Happiness
Over the next few weeks I tried to give Tsume a chance. A chance to get to know me and so I could get to know him, maybe he wasn’t as perfect as I thought. It was weird to hang out with him in almost all of my classes, and almost every girl talked bed about me to my face or behind my back. Some days I felt mad at him because if I didn’t hang out with him then I wouldn’t be pushed around. But whenever someone seemed like they would seriously hurt me he stepped in and would protect me.
It was Saturday, I was sitting at my kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal when I realized something- I knew nothing about Tsume’s home or about his parents. ‘I don’t like him so why should I care?’ I reminded myself silently. I had stopped eating and was staring off into space, but when the phone rang I came back. I ran to the phone and answered it,
“Hello?” I asked, it was Tsume,
“Hi, Kira?” he asked. I told him yes, he said something but I didn’t hear. “Hey are you listening?” He asked, I snapped to attention,
“N-no, sorry could you say it again?” I said now embarrassed,
“I asked,” he began, “if you wanted to go somewhere, or go do something, because I’m bored and I figured you would be to.” I thought about this for a while.
“Well I guess we could go out, I did want to check some places out…” I trailed off waiting for his reaction. He replied calmly,
“Ok, I’ll meet you at the school and then we can go from there.” I nodded, then realized that he couldn’t see me and I quickly uttered a yes. He said goodbye and hung up and I did the same. I stared at my cereal a moment longer then went upstairs. I got dressed slowly, thinking carefully about how I was going to tell him where I wanted to go. I picked a white beater with brown polka-dots. I was looking through all my pants and realized, they were all in the laundry hamper. ‘I really have to do laundry.’ I said not too happy with myself. I opened my next drawer; it had only one idem in it- a brown miniskirt. I groaned but put it on. I looked outside and went back to my dresser. I picked out a half sweater that tied in the front, also brown. I tied two long light brown ribbons in my hair, each on one side of my head. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked uncertain, but I was running out of time. I put on my socks and slipped on my dark brown shoes. I grabbed my keys and left, locking the door behind me. It took me three minutes to hide my keys in the bushes outside my house then twelve minutes, running, to get to the school. I sat down to catch my breath. I eventually stood up waiting. I stood facing to the left of the school, the way I had come. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, no sound of footsteps or his breath. I whirled around and Tsume was there. He smiled, I shivered. He looked at me,
“Not the way I thought you would look on a Saturday.” he said. I was blushing gently,
“W-well you look different too.” I stammered. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a long black shirt with a white panda head on it. He was also wearing a black hooded zip up jacket.
“So where are we going?” He asked me. I tilted my head to one side,
“Well I wanted to go to the park.” My voice dwindled down to a low whisper. Tsume looked at me then blinked,
“Fine, but why?” he asked. A blush steadily crept across my face.
“Because I’ve haven’t been to a park before.” I explained sheepishly.
“Never.” He said staring at me,
“Well once when I was little but I don’t remember it.” I looked away, and I didn’t want to look at him.
“Then come on, lets go.” He said, he grabbed my hand and started to lead me in the direction of the park. I twisted my hand out of his and sprinted ahead. I looked back, he looked confused, but then he understood that I was challenging him to a race. I saw a gleam of adventure in his eyes as he sprinted forward and caught up to me easily,
“You can’t beat me, I’m a wolf.” He told me, he said the word as though it were obvious. I just panted.
“We’ll see!” I exclaimed and ran ahead but he caught up again, he wasn’t even out of breath yet. He started to pass me but I couldn’t catch up. He slowed down and grabbed my hand to pull me along. We reached the park and I collapsed on the ground. I let go of his hand panting for breath. The park looked deserted; there was no one in sight.
“There’s no one here?” he said simply, I shrugged,
“I’ve passed this place a lot and normally there are tons of kids here, but whatever.” I got up and brushed myself off. I started walking, he fallowed me. We came to a swing set, I sat down, he blinked.
“Do you want to swing to?” I asked him pointing with my head to the other swing beside me. He nodded,
“I guess so.” He said, and then he sat down on the swing to my right. I started to swing he did the same.
“When I was in grade school I used to swing all the time, I would swing high then jump off.” I told him, “It was really fun.” He smiled and jumped; he was really high in the air then came down again, landing neatly on his feet. I slowed my swing down and jumped off, jumping forward.
“Wanna swing again?” Tsume asked me, I nodded. When I went to sit down Tsume was there, I squeaked in alarm. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started swinging. I was blushing violently now, struggling with something to say,
“S-so do you turn into a wolf often?” I asked the first thing that came to mind. I felt his hands stiffen. I turned around slightly his smile faded.
“Whenever I feel like it,” he said, I nodded in acknowledgement. “Lets not talk about it again.” I nodded again. I rested my hands on his, and enjoyed swinging in the breeze. To someone like me it was pure happiness.
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It was Saturday, I was sitting at my kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal when I realized something- I knew nothing about Tsume’s home or about his parents. ‘I don’t like him so why should I care?’ I reminded myself silently. I had stopped eating and was staring off into space, but when the phone rang I came back. I ran to the phone and answered it,
“Hello?” I asked, it was Tsume,
“Hi, Kira?” he asked. I told him yes, he said something but I didn’t hear. “Hey are you listening?” He asked, I snapped to attention,
“N-no, sorry could you say it again?” I said now embarrassed,
“I asked,” he began, “if you wanted to go somewhere, or go do something, because I’m bored and I figured you would be to.” I thought about this for a while.
“Well I guess we could go out, I did want to check some places out…” I trailed off waiting for his reaction. He replied calmly,
“Ok, I’ll meet you at the school and then we can go from there.” I nodded, then realized that he couldn’t see me and I quickly uttered a yes. He said goodbye and hung up and I did the same. I stared at my cereal a moment longer then went upstairs. I got dressed slowly, thinking carefully about how I was going to tell him where I wanted to go. I picked a white beater with brown polka-dots. I was looking through all my pants and realized, they were all in the laundry hamper. ‘I really have to do laundry.’ I said not too happy with myself. I opened my next drawer; it had only one idem in it- a brown miniskirt. I groaned but put it on. I looked outside and went back to my dresser. I picked out a half sweater that tied in the front, also brown. I tied two long light brown ribbons in my hair, each on one side of my head. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked uncertain, but I was running out of time. I put on my socks and slipped on my dark brown shoes. I grabbed my keys and left, locking the door behind me. It took me three minutes to hide my keys in the bushes outside my house then twelve minutes, running, to get to the school. I sat down to catch my breath. I eventually stood up waiting. I stood facing to the left of the school, the way I had come. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, no sound of footsteps or his breath. I whirled around and Tsume was there. He smiled, I shivered. He looked at me,
“Not the way I thought you would look on a Saturday.” he said. I was blushing gently,
“W-well you look different too.” I stammered. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a long black shirt with a white panda head on it. He was also wearing a black hooded zip up jacket.
“So where are we going?” He asked me. I tilted my head to one side,
“Well I wanted to go to the park.” My voice dwindled down to a low whisper. Tsume looked at me then blinked,
“Fine, but why?” he asked. A blush steadily crept across my face.
“Because I’ve haven’t been to a park before.” I explained sheepishly.
“Never.” He said staring at me,
“Well once when I was little but I don’t remember it.” I looked away, and I didn’t want to look at him.
“Then come on, lets go.” He said, he grabbed my hand and started to lead me in the direction of the park. I twisted my hand out of his and sprinted ahead. I looked back, he looked confused, but then he understood that I was challenging him to a race. I saw a gleam of adventure in his eyes as he sprinted forward and caught up to me easily,
“You can’t beat me, I’m a wolf.” He told me, he said the word as though it were obvious. I just panted.
“We’ll see!” I exclaimed and ran ahead but he caught up again, he wasn’t even out of breath yet. He started to pass me but I couldn’t catch up. He slowed down and grabbed my hand to pull me along. We reached the park and I collapsed on the ground. I let go of his hand panting for breath. The park looked deserted; there was no one in sight.
“There’s no one here?” he said simply, I shrugged,
“I’ve passed this place a lot and normally there are tons of kids here, but whatever.” I got up and brushed myself off. I started walking, he fallowed me. We came to a swing set, I sat down, he blinked.
“Do you want to swing to?” I asked him pointing with my head to the other swing beside me. He nodded,
“I guess so.” He said, and then he sat down on the swing to my right. I started to swing he did the same.
“When I was in grade school I used to swing all the time, I would swing high then jump off.” I told him, “It was really fun.” He smiled and jumped; he was really high in the air then came down again, landing neatly on his feet. I slowed my swing down and jumped off, jumping forward.
“Wanna swing again?” Tsume asked me, I nodded. When I went to sit down Tsume was there, I squeaked in alarm. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started swinging. I was blushing violently now, struggling with something to say,
“S-so do you turn into a wolf often?” I asked the first thing that came to mind. I felt his hands stiffen. I turned around slightly his smile faded.
“Whenever I feel like it,” he said, I nodded in acknowledgement. “Lets not talk about it again.” I nodded again. I rested my hands on his, and enjoyed swinging in the breeze. To someone like me it was pure happiness.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Story TiMe \ (>o<) /
Summery:::
Tsume is the popular, hot, nearly perfect, everyone loves him, teenage boy.
Kira is your average ordinary girl with a grudge against"mr. perfect" Tsume.
He doesn't know she exsists, She hates his popularity.When their lives collide and their pasts spill out. How will theyreact to the secrets that were never ment to be heard?
Tsume is the popular, hot, nearly perfect, everyone loves him, teenage boy.
Kira is your average ordinary girl with a grudge against"mr. perfect" Tsume.
He doesn't know she exsists, She hates his popularity.When their lives collide and their pasts spill out. How will theyreact to the secrets that were never ment to be heard?
Chapter 1- Trust
He’s the most popular boy in school, almost every girl likes him. They like his soft, silky looking, blue-black hair. They adore his bright yellow eyes, they love how slim and tall he is. They love how good he is at sports. They all love him, and it disgusts me. I don’t like how he acts all perfect, or how popular people ignore people like me; regular, ordinary people. At least that’s what I use to think.
One day our teacher announced that we would be switching seats. I didn’t care, all the popular people would whine and complain until they get to sit next to him.
“Now class I have already decided where everyone will be sitting and no one is changing it.” She told us sternly. I was shocked, and the whole class was looking around and talking quietly to each other. She told us all to stand up and walk to the front of the classroom. We did as we were told. She started going through the rows, seating the students. Then she reached the back row the students, I now noticed, were staring at me. I blinked and turned to look who was standing next to me, Tsume, him. The teacher turned toward us,
“Kira, sit next to the window. And Tsume sit next to Kira.” I realized she was talking to me, and that I was walking. I had taken my seat. I glanced over and he was sitting there looking at the board. He was scribbling some notes down. I looked away.
Now I could watch him and see if he really is perfect. And I started noticing things: like how he almost never smiled. Or how when he smirked you could see a small pointed tooth.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
One night Kira was walking home, she had stayed late at school to make up some homework, and she had to take a shortcut home through the park. She slowed down to a walk to look around. A shadow ran behind her, she whirled around, but she wasn’t fast enough, there was nothing there. Then she thought she heard a low growl. She was afraid but curiosity won over her fear. She walked cautiously toward the grove of trees spread around a small clearing. Kira squatted down and peered through some bushes, there was a raven-black wolf crouched over a dead hawk. The hawk was mostly bone now though. The wolf looked finished; it licked his lips cleaning off the blood. Just then Kira’s hand slipped and broke a twig, the wolf heard it, he turned swiftly toward the bushes and growled low in his throat. Kira’s eyes grew wide and scared. She stood up and started to run, but the wolf was ready, he ran and jumped high over her head and landed, half skidding around to face her. He turned into a boy, Tsume. He leapt again, and with his elbow, pushed her to the ground, pinning her there. She struggled at first but finally he got tired of it, he rammed his other, free hand into the ground beside her head. She flinched away and closed her eyes.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. Promise me you’ll never tell anyone and I’ll spare your life.” His voice had a surprisingly calming effect on her, she nodded slowly, not sure what to make of him. Her mouth opened to speak, but Tsume cut her off, “No questions not yet.” He told her, then he gently and swiftly got up and disappeared into the shadows.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The next day at school I slid into my seat for my first class. Tsume was already there sitting quietly writing something. I took out my notebook and pencil, he threw (discreetly) a piece of paper and it landed on top of my hand. I slipped the note under the desk to read it. The note said:
Good morning, did you tell anyone? I truly hope you didn’t I don’t want
to have to…. Take care of you.
in small handwriting. I glanced over at him but he appeared to be reading a book but he had a sort of far off gaze in his eyes. I turned the small piece of paper over and wrote in return,
Good morning, no I didn’t tell anyone so don’t ask me anymore.
I flung it onto his open book lying on his desk; he opened it and read it silently. The teacher then stood up, I could feel the palms of my hands get slightly sweaty, but she didn’t come toward us. Instead she started her lecture about the history of English. Tsume didn’t even glance in my direction, not even once.
The bell rang and the class was dismissed. I gathered up my books and shoved them into my bag, and I headed for the door. Tsume grabbed my arm on the way out and I slowed down,
“I can’t just leave you alone we are tied by fate.” I looked at him as though he had sprouted a second head. There was no one in sight, he half smiled and a small chuckle escaped his lips.
“You don’t have to look so appalled I was only joking, but I can’t just leave you. We are going to be spending more time together.” He had leaned close to me, then let go of me completely. I looked around but he was already walking up the stairs, which were across the hall, to his next class. A chill ran up my spine and I stood frozen for a minute, and I nearly had to run to get to my next class; math. Right as I stepped into the classroom the warning bell sounded. I breathed a sigh of relief, and took a seat next to the window near the middle of all the rows and to the right. I noticed a person standing over me, at first I ignored them but when they didn’t go away I looked up, it was a girl from my first class,
“What do you want?” I asked, searching my brain for her name.
“Why was Tsume hanging around you in English class?!” She demanded, I smirked,
“You are?” I asked tapping my pen against the desk,
“I’m Maya, part of his fan club.” She explained; I nodded not interested. She grabbed my hair and yanked upward,
“Listen to me you witch, if I find out that your doing anything to him, I’ll personally destroy you.” Maya said coldly. My hair was hurting by now, some light purple strands threatening to break. Right when I think she’s going to rip a hand full of hair out, a slim pale hand grabbed Maya’s hand. I couldn’t see who the hand belonged to my hair was in the way and the way she was holding my hair was forcing me to look forward. All I could see were their hands. He squeezed the pressure points on her hand, she squeaked and was forced to let go of my hair. Maya’s hand was let go of, and she held her wrist with her other hand. She turned and left quickly. A cold slim hand touched my hand that was lying on my desk. I looked up; Tsume was in front of me, squatting down on the floor looking at me.
“Are you ok?” He asked his voice low. Again his voice seemed to sooth me, I said nothing. He stared at me, “Are you ok?” he asked again, this time I nodded. He sighed, then got up and sat down in the desk beside me- Maya’s desk.
“Wha..?” I began, he cut me off,
“I traded seats with Maya.” He explained before I could get the sentence out of my mouth. I looked down avoiding anyone’s gaze. I put my hand on my head where she had pulled my hair. He glanced over at me still uncertain looking, but I looked up at him.
“I’m fine.” I said, “Don’t worry about me.” I looked down so that the shadows cast from my bangs covered my eyes. I didn’t want anyone to see that my eyes were starting to get watery. The bell to start class sounded and the teacher started the lesson for today. I felt Tsume’s stare disappear, and I almost wanted to cry. Normally I wouldn’t want to cry, I would endure the pain and besides who would have protected me? But Tsume protected me; someone cared about me, worried about me. No one had done that before. I still refuse to like him but I don’t hate him as much, and I want to become someone he could trust.
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One day our teacher announced that we would be switching seats. I didn’t care, all the popular people would whine and complain until they get to sit next to him.
“Now class I have already decided where everyone will be sitting and no one is changing it.” She told us sternly. I was shocked, and the whole class was looking around and talking quietly to each other. She told us all to stand up and walk to the front of the classroom. We did as we were told. She started going through the rows, seating the students. Then she reached the back row the students, I now noticed, were staring at me. I blinked and turned to look who was standing next to me, Tsume, him. The teacher turned toward us,
“Kira, sit next to the window. And Tsume sit next to Kira.” I realized she was talking to me, and that I was walking. I had taken my seat. I glanced over and he was sitting there looking at the board. He was scribbling some notes down. I looked away.
Now I could watch him and see if he really is perfect. And I started noticing things: like how he almost never smiled. Or how when he smirked you could see a small pointed tooth.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
One night Kira was walking home, she had stayed late at school to make up some homework, and she had to take a shortcut home through the park. She slowed down to a walk to look around. A shadow ran behind her, she whirled around, but she wasn’t fast enough, there was nothing there. Then she thought she heard a low growl. She was afraid but curiosity won over her fear. She walked cautiously toward the grove of trees spread around a small clearing. Kira squatted down and peered through some bushes, there was a raven-black wolf crouched over a dead hawk. The hawk was mostly bone now though. The wolf looked finished; it licked his lips cleaning off the blood. Just then Kira’s hand slipped and broke a twig, the wolf heard it, he turned swiftly toward the bushes and growled low in his throat. Kira’s eyes grew wide and scared. She stood up and started to run, but the wolf was ready, he ran and jumped high over her head and landed, half skidding around to face her. He turned into a boy, Tsume. He leapt again, and with his elbow, pushed her to the ground, pinning her there. She struggled at first but finally he got tired of it, he rammed his other, free hand into the ground beside her head. She flinched away and closed her eyes.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. Promise me you’ll never tell anyone and I’ll spare your life.” His voice had a surprisingly calming effect on her, she nodded slowly, not sure what to make of him. Her mouth opened to speak, but Tsume cut her off, “No questions not yet.” He told her, then he gently and swiftly got up and disappeared into the shadows.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The next day at school I slid into my seat for my first class. Tsume was already there sitting quietly writing something. I took out my notebook and pencil, he threw (discreetly) a piece of paper and it landed on top of my hand. I slipped the note under the desk to read it. The note said:
Good morning, did you tell anyone? I truly hope you didn’t I don’t want
to have to…. Take care of you.
in small handwriting. I glanced over at him but he appeared to be reading a book but he had a sort of far off gaze in his eyes. I turned the small piece of paper over and wrote in return,
Good morning, no I didn’t tell anyone so don’t ask me anymore.
I flung it onto his open book lying on his desk; he opened it and read it silently. The teacher then stood up, I could feel the palms of my hands get slightly sweaty, but she didn’t come toward us. Instead she started her lecture about the history of English. Tsume didn’t even glance in my direction, not even once.
The bell rang and the class was dismissed. I gathered up my books and shoved them into my bag, and I headed for the door. Tsume grabbed my arm on the way out and I slowed down,
“I can’t just leave you alone we are tied by fate.” I looked at him as though he had sprouted a second head. There was no one in sight, he half smiled and a small chuckle escaped his lips.
“You don’t have to look so appalled I was only joking, but I can’t just leave you. We are going to be spending more time together.” He had leaned close to me, then let go of me completely. I looked around but he was already walking up the stairs, which were across the hall, to his next class. A chill ran up my spine and I stood frozen for a minute, and I nearly had to run to get to my next class; math. Right as I stepped into the classroom the warning bell sounded. I breathed a sigh of relief, and took a seat next to the window near the middle of all the rows and to the right. I noticed a person standing over me, at first I ignored them but when they didn’t go away I looked up, it was a girl from my first class,
“What do you want?” I asked, searching my brain for her name.
“Why was Tsume hanging around you in English class?!” She demanded, I smirked,
“You are?” I asked tapping my pen against the desk,
“I’m Maya, part of his fan club.” She explained; I nodded not interested. She grabbed my hair and yanked upward,
“Listen to me you witch, if I find out that your doing anything to him, I’ll personally destroy you.” Maya said coldly. My hair was hurting by now, some light purple strands threatening to break. Right when I think she’s going to rip a hand full of hair out, a slim pale hand grabbed Maya’s hand. I couldn’t see who the hand belonged to my hair was in the way and the way she was holding my hair was forcing me to look forward. All I could see were their hands. He squeezed the pressure points on her hand, she squeaked and was forced to let go of my hair. Maya’s hand was let go of, and she held her wrist with her other hand. She turned and left quickly. A cold slim hand touched my hand that was lying on my desk. I looked up; Tsume was in front of me, squatting down on the floor looking at me.
“Are you ok?” He asked his voice low. Again his voice seemed to sooth me, I said nothing. He stared at me, “Are you ok?” he asked again, this time I nodded. He sighed, then got up and sat down in the desk beside me- Maya’s desk.
“Wha..?” I began, he cut me off,
“I traded seats with Maya.” He explained before I could get the sentence out of my mouth. I looked down avoiding anyone’s gaze. I put my hand on my head where she had pulled my hair. He glanced over at me still uncertain looking, but I looked up at him.
“I’m fine.” I said, “Don’t worry about me.” I looked down so that the shadows cast from my bangs covered my eyes. I didn’t want anyone to see that my eyes were starting to get watery. The bell to start class sounded and the teacher started the lesson for today. I felt Tsume’s stare disappear, and I almost wanted to cry. Normally I wouldn’t want to cry, I would endure the pain and besides who would have protected me? But Tsume protected me; someone cared about me, worried about me. No one had done that before. I still refuse to like him but I don’t hate him as much, and I want to become someone he could trust.
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