Wow... haven't updated this thing in years... literally... well might as well.... Anyway i've decided to write a new story... HA! Warning Yaoi!
Prologue
I, Hiroshima Nagashi, am in the library but then again what else is new. The bookshelves to my left and right enclose a familiar area in the back of the library. It makes me feel safer in here rather than out in the school’s central area know to me as the ‘jungle’. I’m not like the others who can stand all the chatter, the people talking behind your back or the stealing of friends. I prefer it here in the company of books.
“Hey there you are.” Oh and of course there’s him. “I’ve been looking for you.” His brown shaggy hairs peeks over one of the books. His name is Kiyo and he’s been bothering me since the “great travesty”. Actually it was just a bad break up between him and a friend of mine. Ever since then it’s been hard to get them to stay in the same room together without an awkward silence.
I didn’t look up from my book until I felt him slide in next to me. He was always there and I just happen to love books, but every time I come here I still feel like I am hurting my friend. Especially when I have to lie and tell her I was at a study session with a teacher or at a band meeting. She hates band. She always thinks that it sucks up my time and makes me too tired to do anything (which it does sometimes). Sometimes I want to tell her off and say how much fun it really is but instead I usually just sit quietly and listen to what she says. That’s just the way Midori was raised.
Kiyo nudged me in the side trying to get my attention from my book; which I happen to really hate. I only come to read and he only comes to bug me. Finally he takes the book from my hands. I blink; my reaction really slow. I turn to him and reach for the thickly paged book. He holds it out even farther. I groan the cross my arms and pout in the opposite direction. I can tell there’s a grin on his face.
“May I have my book back?” I ask politely even though I know he won’t give it back. It has been like this for six months now. He only gives it back after I am walking away to class.
He looks at me then hands the book to me but as I grab it he yanks it back out my hands only making me frustrated. “Butterfingers,” He remarks before lightly chuckling.
By now I usually give up and just sit and talk to him, but today was different I wanted that book. I had to wait on a two week long waiting list and I wanted to finish it. I quickly jumped forward in his direction and grabbed onto the book with on hand and suddenly leaned forward. I fell onto Kiyo in the most awkward position; our arms were badly tangled. He grunted below me while I tried to untangle my arm from behind him. Suddenly I noticed he went stiff; he completely just stopped moving. I heard a cough drawing my attention. I looked up to find Midori with her eyes glaring holes into my forehead.
Jumping up I brushed off my uniform and gave an innocent smile. She only glared harder. “What are you doing here?”
At first I thought she was talking to me but when I followed her gaze I learned the question was directed toward Kiyo. He quickly got off the ground and walked past Midori without saying a word.
Midori looked at me slightly scanning me in case I had any injuries (or if I was hiding something). “So,” she said changing her tone to a sound that wasn’t so vicious. “You’ve been in here the entire time?” She asked gazing intently at me. I nodded not wanting to talk or upset her. She finally stopped staring at me with such anger and turned toward the bookcase on me left. The silence between us lengthened until Midori asked if there were any good books. Twenty minutes later the bell rang and I quickly escaped to my world history class.
My world history class is probably the most non-attentive class on earth so most of the time out teacher gives up and tells us to do book homework. While minding my own business, the guy in front of me tapped on my desk. I looked up quickly almost like a reflex. I didn’t really know him since I’m never really noticed in the class. So when he had tapped on my desk I didn’t know his name.
“Hey” he whispered, “can you help me; I don’t get it.”
I nodded shyly and told him the answers 1-10 until he was satisfied and turned back to the front. When it finally became quiet I began my work again only to be disturbed three minutes later. “What?” I whispered softly.
“I need more help,” he said. This time I got a good look at him. He had dirty brown hair that was probably out of dress code since it went past his ears. His uniform was slightly faded as if it was a hand-me-down rather than a new one. The only thing that I kept staring at was his goofy smile. I quickly ignored my observations and finished the rest of the questions with him. When the bell rang we went our separate ways without a ‘goodbye’ or a ‘see ya later’.
I got into my car and settled into the driver’s seat. Most of the time I would be in a rush to beat the buses out the parking lot but today I felt slightly sick. Sort of dehydrated I started the engine and backed out. If I ignored the feeling long enough I could make it home.
I pulled into my rode I have lived on almost all my life and pulled into the driveway after almost hiding my neighbor. As I opened my car door I remembered our front door was broken. So I hopped the fence and climbed through the backroom window. It was only 3:30 and nobody would be home until six, so I had some time to myself. I hopped onto the computer and looked up things to keep me busy. Later mom came home followed by my brother, sister and cousins.
“Have a good day?” she asked as she unloaded groceries from the bag.
“Same as always,” I replied before placing my headphones on. I went into my bathroom and caught myself in the mirror. My jet black hair reached my waist so I usually tie it back, but it wasn’t every fluid. In certain spots it was slightly curly. I made my hair look like it was tangled when it wasn’t. My skin was at least three shades darker than my mothers and I had blue eyes. Yeah blue. I was like some mess up and the baby makers of the world decided to make a blue eyed, dark haired boy. It made me feel like a freak. Then again I kind of was a freak.
I never disobeyed my calling but sadly I didn’t know what it was.
To be continued...
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