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It had been about a week since Raphael moved in. He was too quiet. When I went to check on him his apartment was fully furnished with more shades of white and blue and he stared at me a book in his hand. I ended up apologizing for not knocking and closed the door.
But that was then and this was now. I was walking home from my school and stopped by an ice cream stand like I usually do.
“Aymie! Mango-pudding? Or should I even ask?”
“You really shouldn’t hafta ask Mr. Sanrico. Mango-pudding as always.”
He handed the wrapped Popsicle to me and in return I handed him 280 yen. “Have a good day.”
“You too Mr. Sanrico.” I waved and walked on ripping off the plastic and put it in my mouth. Mango-pudding Popsicle’s were always the best. I mean, it was like my crack. I couldn’t go a day without one, and if I did I was twitchy.
Oh, even if this doesn’t interest you that night I had the strangest dream. It’s probably nothing like my other dreams but this one I had had before, and what was even weirder was at the time I didn’t know who Raphael was.
Let’s see. Everything was black and my shadow was white, but it wasn’t my shadow, it was the word CONFUSION behind me like a shadow. And I was confused. Last I had this dream was when I moved to Japan.
I tend to actually think about my dreams while dreaming, it’s scary.
But I continued walking and suddenly music echoed around me. I didn’t know where it was, it was like the wind. I started to walk forward even though it seemed like I was going nowhere. I ended up stopping finding the source of the music.
I now know it was Raphael on his guitar thing. I watched his fingers move and realized his fingers were cut. I thought that it had to be from learning how to play that thing, but the cuts shouldn’t be on the back of his hand if that was the cause; should they?
He stopped and looked at me his ears raised. His mouth moved but no words came out. Yet, I knew what he was saying. “What is your name?” he had asked his ice blue eyes were once again locked with my cerulean ones.
“Aymie.” My voice echoed around me.
“No, not your fake name. What’s your true name?”
I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Aymie was my true name, it was the name given to me at birth. “It’s Aymie, what’s your true name?” I asked my ears twitching at the sound of my own foreign voice.
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“What if you’re the enemy?” He asked going back to making the wind like music.
“Tell me your name!” I had exclaimed.
He looked back up at me a smirk playing on his lips with one raised eyebrow. “Is that an order?”
That’s where my dream had ended.
I chewed on my Popsicle stick sitting on a bench. It was such a weird dream, don’t you think? My dreams tend to reiterate, but that dream I had when I was eight, I was now thirteen.
My ears perked and then I winced holding them to my head. What was that ringing sound? It hurt.
“We only made contact with a sacrifice.”
I looked up spotting two adults. One had long purple hair, wearing a purple belly shirt and black Capri’s with ankle high boots. The other seemed to be going for a gothic Lolita style because she was wearing a black dress with white frills, some maid hat on her head and had on black platform shoes.
In my opinion, adults should not try gothic Lolita, they looked like worn out rag dolls.
Ms. Lolita was staring at me. Ms. Purple smiled. “Hi there.”
“Hello.” I mumbled nervously fiddling with the broken stick.
“It’s rare to find a sacrifice so far away from their fighter. Is there a reason?”
“Fighter unit?” I looked up at her feeling the fur on my tail stand on edge. This was a bad person; I should get away from here as soon as possible, like now. Shame my legs wouldn’t work. “I don’t belong in a gang.”
Ms. Lolita smirked slightly and Ms. Purple laughed. “Sweetie, we’re not in a gang. Maybe it’s because you don’t know you’re a Sacrifice.”
My ears flattened, those words, somehow they hurt. What was a fighter unit? What was a sacrifice? “Like for some sort of ritual?”
“More like a battle. But you can’t fight unless you have a fighter unit. And Total Restriction would be boring.”
Why couldn’t I understand any of what they were saying? They were shoving their knowledge in my face. It was making me angry, but at the same time I wanted to cry.
I’m a crybaby like that. Leave me alone.
“And of course you haven’t found your Fighter Unit either. Miyu isn’t she a sad little thing? We’d probably have to take her to the School.”
Ms. Miyu Lolita’s smirk grew. “She wouldn’t even last at the school Tayuya.
Tayuya … wasn’t that a name from Naruto? “I need to go home.” I mumbled slinging my bag over my shoulder.
Miyu stood in front of me. “But you’re our friend.”
“No I’m not.” I turned around and Tayuya was there.
“Aw but we’re having fun. Such little ears.”
“H-Hey!” I exclaimed slapping her hands away. “Don’t touch them!”
“Such a pretty tail.”
I turned around slapping Miyu’s hands. “That’s definitely off limits!”
My ears perked. There was another ringing noise besides the one around me. But this one didn’t hurt, it was really nice.
“Another fighter unit?” Tayuya asked.
“It’s him.” Miyu turned to the right.
I also turned to look having my hands over my ears. It’s Raphael. I thought. Quickly I dashed behind him. “I’m so glad you’re here. I just want to go home.”
His ears swiveled in my direction before going back to its relaxed position. Oddly enough I felt comforted.
“So you’re her Fighter Unit. Raphael. It's been a while hasn’t it Miyu?”
“It’s been much too long.” She responded; her voice was quite compared to Tayuya’s loud exuberant voice. “What brings you to Japan?”
I couldn’t see his expression, but it obviously ticked the other two off.
“You still think you’re stronger? Bull s**t!”
Bad language. My poor non-cursing ears were being abused.
Miyu stood in front of Tayuya. “I declare a battle of wordspell!”
“What should I do?”
I looked up at Raphael. Was that him? His voice was a lot stronger than the silent whisper back at the apartments. “What?”
“Do you accept the battle?” He turned to me; his silent silver orbs were now filled with curiosity and possibly happiness.
“We accept!” I declared.
“We are CENSORIOUS. We shall judge. We shall condemn.”
And they said they weren’t in a gang. Bull s**t.
((Yo! This is Victoria reporting and sorry for the long wait. My computer was being weird on Wednesday. Anyways I posted the second chapter. I'll try to update every wednesday and if I can't I'll post on the weekends.
Comment please.))
 Your Missing Period · Thu May 01, 2008 @ 06:34pm · 2 Comments |
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