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Story Continued; So I wanted to continue it I C/P
Topic Started: Apr 24 2008, 01:53 AM (503 Views)
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As the physics period continued, about 10 minutes into the period with no sign of Kira, Hikaro felt a little worried. Was he ok? sick? He hoped he was alright. He already knew most of this physics stuff, and he was a little more concerned at the moment with those thuggish looking kids who would glance back every once and a while, and look directly at him with murder in their eyes. One kid with a scar on his cheek especially kept looking back, glaring with a murderous grin, and out of sight from the teacher, flicking out a knife. Hikaro felt a pang of fear.

They were after him again.

He shook his head to clear it, trying to focus. Hikaro was suddenly glad he had brought that hardcover Copy of The Illiad to school with him. It had a thick cover, very sharp corners, and it weighed a lot, enough for it to be used as a weapon. Not his weapon on of choice, but it would do. He sighed inwardly. It was supposed to be a good day.

Officially, fighting was barred in the school. Unoficially, as long as no one died, you could get away with murder. He smiled a bit at his bad joke. he tried to focus on the lesson.

"...and that however, Newton's third law of motion is the simples of all..."

"every action has an equal and opposite reaction" Hikaro thought. He had read this all before...

and the period continued.
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As the school day finally ended after what felt like an eternity, Hikaro scurried out and into the streets. He was moving quickly in a rush to put distance between himself and the school as those thugs would be coming out soon, and would probably be looking for him. He sighed as he got on the bus and sat in the front, obstructed by a strategic placement of his bag. He was safe, for now. He allowed himself a smile, as he headed for home, only to drop off his bags and pick up some money however. A new shipment of books would be arriving tonight, and he would want to pick through them, grab any rarities from the old bookseller. Hikaro thought it prudent to not carry money on himself, if it became a habit he would be shaken down much less.

He made to the small house that was his home on foot, relaxing the slightest bit. crime was not very high in his neighborhood,and those crazy punks wouldnt know to look here. He unlocked the door and was greeted by excited barks and a very happy Dog. "Hey Aniki!" he smiled happily and hugged his dog. "how you been boy?" Aniki wagged his tail and licked Hikaro a bunch of times.

Hikaro loved his dog very much...He was his best friend in the whole world. His only real friend, but what of that? He was caring and a good listener. Hikaro wished feverently that more people were like Aniki.

From the living room a sneaker flew at him. "Quiet your dog, Book-boy!"

"Sorry brother...you didnt let him out?"

"No, hes your dog! shut up im watching this..."

His brother was a jerk, but he was a popular jerk. Baseball team for 4 years straight, playing third base. He would often start, too. Hikaro let his dog out, cleaned up, and put away his school things, leaving his uniform on. He picked up a small wad of bills and walked down the street. It was a nice peacefull evening. He made it to the book store, a shop on a busy street and nodded to the shop owner who smiled back at him. Hikaro was the man's best buisness these days. "New shipment yet Old Man?"

"Right here Hikaro...how many of them you want?"

"ummm..." hikaro did the math. he put down a wad of bills. "I want volumes...15 through 18 please." The man wrapped them up and set them down for him. "see you next week Hikaro!"

Hikaro walked out into the street in enough time to see some thugs getting beaten further down the street by someone. Hikaro shrugged, not wanting to get invoved, especially when the sirens started. He moved down the street a bit faster. Time to go...
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Hikaro got home safely, Beyond his wildest hope. He quickly scooted up to his room, dodging a book is brother threw at him as he entered.

"Pick up your things idiot! Im not your maid..."

"Sorry brother, sorry!"

Hikaro scooted up to his room and shut the door. His room was one of the few safe places he knew in his life of fear and lonliness. He Set downn his stack of manga and his new book, then put away the older book on the bookshelf by the wall. His room was small, very small, but Hikaro did not need much. Closet, Desk, Bed, bookshelf, with the desk facing out the window. His bookshelf was next to his Desk, and His bed was parallel to these. His closet was right next to the door. He settled down with Aniki and began to read, building himself a shelter. HE read until he was tired, and then tucked himself in, Anki right by his side. "...maybe...tomorrow." He smiled. Tomorrow was always another day, another opportunity to make a friend. He a thppught rang sharp through his head. "Am I crazy...? or...am I the only sane one?" He shook it off and went to sleep.
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Hirkaro slinked into school about ten minites before the first class. Being alone in the halls was risky. He had eaten a breakfast he made for himself and his Brother, who proclaimed it awfull but ate it anyway. He fed Aniki and said goodbye, picked up his bookbag and set out for school. His mother and Father were alreay gone, so he left withoout a further word. His brother would leave a few minutes later, but for now, the day was peaceful.

He got to school and quietly moved into his history class with a few minites to spare. He sat down in the center row, fourth seat. Not in the delinquent back, but not in the visible good student zone. He set his pencils in his usual ritual and smiled gently. He looked up sharply when an adult entered the room. This wasnt his teacher. Who could it be? A wave of fear passed through him. Could he have been ratted out? Was this man after a classmate? He began to spin a pencil slowly from nervous energy. When he found out His teacher was dead, he dropped his pencil from shock.

History was one of his favorite classes, because of his teacher. His teacher was a man much like himself, quiet, a reader, kind. Much too Kind for this country. He was sure the "death in the family" meant he was somewhere in the waterfront with cement shoes, like in the old American Mafia novels. He clung to a shred of hope that someone else in his family was dead, and that he would be back next year. Thats all you could do in this country- cling to the small things and to what hope you could.

Hikaro saw Kira also seem disgusted by this new man, obviously more "Government sanctioned" then their old teacher. He offered a silent tribute, one that only kira was meant to hear in a silent murmur as the teacher made up lies about America. "Smart lad, to slip betimes away/From fields where glory does not stay/And early though the laurel grows/It whithers quicker than the rose."

He then closed his eyes, his mind far frm the lecture, more focused on the sound a switchblade makes when its sharpened on a desk coming from the back of the room. That boy hadnt forgotten about him. Wow, a great freaking cap to a great day.
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