If There Are No Such Things as Magic
@bimbo: CenNezu/NezuCen scares you?
Why?
About the Atsumina, we'll just have to see.
@fffff: Otabe is such a mysterious character... too mysterious... Thank you for remember my fic and coming back though, lol.
@kuronekosan: Hello there, Taka2. Hello. LOL. Yes, I'm trying to deepen my story. I've contemplated many ways my story could go. These scenario choices seem the best. I'm unsure about the next chapter. I haven't planned ahead yet. Aha.
@cisda83: I wonder as well...
@Yui Oshi 48: yuioshi. Hola. lol. I might have TakaYui, I might not. It only depends how my story goes.
@nik11: Ah. Thank you calling it interesting.
@_abby_, @K-popJ-popAWESOMENESS, @arrow27, @KojiYuu44, @m00nchild: - w o b Here it is! Your replies are so short, I can't think of anything else to say to you but THANK YOU FOR READING. ; w ;
I'm so sorry. This is a lot shorter than I expected. I realized that I have to eliminate a lot of the characters I wanted to use, unfortunately, like Yukko (SKE48), Airin (SKE48), Maachun (NMB48), Nana (NMB48), Wakaharu (HKT48), Annya (HKT48), etc., etc..
Many of the members I intended to use, especially since my story isn't made to be so long to begin with.
And with that, I encourage you to continue reading!
Although her wounds didn't ache painfully, Peace had forbid her from taking a step out of bed (unless they were for daily necessities...) for at least a week. She complied to Peace's request.
During the time, Peace always came by as appointed for each meal of the day, delivering her meal as if she were sick in bed. Some visits began with a quiet girl, introduced as Paru, accompanying her as Peace's partner. Although, most visits had only the messy roommate of hers.
As soon as the week finished, her feet led her outside of her door, making her a victim to piercing stares. As if instinct, she let her feet guide her at the foot of the Rappappa doors. The chitter-chatter of the Rappappa members forced her to hesitate, but hesitating wasn't her thing. Slowly letting go of fears, she opened the door and quietness was the only heard factor she heard, save for a few clings and clangs, a sign that some were eating. Her becoming cautious steps seemed to echo loudly in her ear. Eagerly, a person in front of her waited patiently watching her move closer. A smile glazed over her face, the said person, Oshima, made a good friendly gesture to come over.
Following Oshima's gesture, she took her steps to close their distance against each other. Oshima hollered out loud, "On with your business, you lazy rouges!" Like magic, the deafening silence disappeared and only sounds of chatter could be heard again, only softer.
A question flew out of Oshima's mouth, "What happened?" Atsuko was unsure of this herself. "C'mon," Oshima pat the seat beside her. "Sit. I'm not going to bite... I mean...
not really," she smiled childishly.
Trusting Oshima, she took a seat next to her before Oshima asked again. Still, her mind came to no real conclusion.
"It must've been a real fuckin' pain, huh?" Kicking her feet up to the chair in front of her. "I'm been there, 'cept they frickin' handcuffed me to the sink. Unbelievable, huh?" She rubbed her hands a bit.
Unable to find anything to continue the conversation, a silence followed. Neither spoke for a very long time and the chattering around them didn't stop, easing their awkwardness.
"What was it like?" Oshima asked another question.
"What was what like?" Atsuko raised her eyebrows.
"Your life, Maeda. Before all this. It's been at least a month since you came in... but who's really counting?" Oshima said. She paused for effect. "I want to know more about you, Maeda."
This time, Atsuko squinted. "Me," she said, confirming.
"You," Oshima replied. "Should I go first? I was a problem child and I didn't have much to live for. My parents are dead and my grandpop and grandma are better off without me," she said with harsh fondness. "And who the fuck cares about school?"
Another pause. "You?"
"My parents were leaders of separate yankee groups. I have a little sister. An adopted one, too," Atsuko looked at Oshima with a dead stare. "And?"
"You're not a very sociable person, are you?" Oshima said. "You didn't have to be such an... invert? If you're going to be like that, you're not going to be very wanted here. Not saying that you already are, looking at the situation, but... I want you to be the next big one."
Atsuko let a confused face settle onto hers. "Big one?"
"The Teppen."
Sashihara didn't understand how she got into this situation to be honest. What was an innocent walk to the Rappappa room going to do? Somehow, she ended up having a crazy maniac forcibly put under her care by some guard in a hurry. To make it worse, it was the exact same one who basically harassed her a week ago.
No matter how many times she ran what happened through her head, she could not understand the situation. She rushed with her own room right after, hoping to catch Maeda about what to do, oblivious that she had just left. She slammed open the door. "Maeda-san!" She was met with a room empty with any occupants.
Frustrated, she thought of finding Maeda, only to oppose to her own idea. She didn't want her teammates to see her with this girl. Her hair became messy as she was tempted to rip her own hair. She only wanted advice!!
Groaning, she walked in, reluctantly inviting the girl in. The girl observed each bed before grinning and point at her bed. "That one's yours, isn't it?"
"How would you know that?"
Her grin turned into a smirk. "It smells just like you."
Sashihara blushed, amazed at the girl's sense of smell. "You're just a pervert. How do you even know what I smell?"
Suddenly the girl was close to her, pressing her against the door. "Because I know exactly what my things smell like," Sashihara blushed harder at the close contact. "You're only cuter if you blush... Sasshi," she licked her lips again after looking at Sashihara.
Pushing the girl off, Sashihara yelled, "That's it! J-just sit on the ground!" She hurriedly climbed to her bunk. "And how do you know my nickname?!"
"It's too logical to explain, Sashihara," the girl said.
Sitting down, the girl shrugged. "I don't like being called 'you' all the time, you know? Why can't you say Kitahara? Or do you want to call by your own cute nickname?" she smirked again.
Sashihara glared. "And so?"
Her smirk fell and she whined. "But Sasshi is cuter than Wota, you know? Am I not allowed to call you that?"
"No! You're just a pervert! Perverts don't get to call me anything!" Sashihara exclaimed. How could she get a pervert mixed up as a maniac?!
"Well... I don't think that's too far from the truth," Kitahara said before smirking again.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Despite talking to Oshima about less than casual things, Atsuko was not playing attention to their Teppen. The conversation of becoming the next Teppen threw her off immediately, and felt completely unreal. She was a lone wolf, not a leader. She wasn't raised to be a leader; she wasn't cut out to be a Teppen. It would be a totally new experience for her.
Around her and Oshima, a few members from Team Hormone and Team Habu were listening to Oshima go off telling heroic stories in her life, whether from her or another. She tried to make it as interesting as she could without destroying too much about the truth.
She leaned on the couch boredly. Her head tilted to the side, letting her see fell view of the doors. She could see the back of someone who had just left the Rappappa room, and as it got farther, her stare became intense. She excused herself from Oshima's story time and followed.
Turning a corner, she dodged a punch aimed at her stomach. For a moment either moved from their spot. The intensity in the owner of the fist's eyes pierced her as much as hers did to the other. "
Atsuko, come with me."
She let her long hair sway as she leaned her head side to side to crack her neck. Messy locks brushed against her cheeks while a sigh escaped her lips. The person in front of her spoke directly and shortly, voice dead without any enthusiasm. She listened to the plain soft speaking girl.
(Shimazaki, 940330) It was a tour, and the girl was acting as her guide, telling her the dos and don'ts of the prison as bluntly as possible. As it came to an end, the two continued to walk together, the atmosphere nothing close to frightening or menacing, however nor was it friendly...
Finally the comfortable silence was cut. The curly haired shorter one turned. "You're pretty familiar, Yokoyama."
Sparking barely an interest, Otabe replied, "Am I?"
There was no reply. "And?"
There it started a battle of gazes. Neither could break it, with the intensity it suffered. A call for the shorter half broke it apart, followed by a girl. "Paru, are you finished?"
A nod from the girl. The girl turned to Otabe, asking kindly. "Would you like to come with us?"
Otabe smiled a mysterious smile, thanking the girl, "Thank you but no thank you."
The girl nodded, introducing herself as Peace before leaving with the girl, Shimazaki. Both the girls Peace and Paru, let her fingers entwine before leaving Otabe behind. "Lovers in a prison cell huh?"
Mukuchi felt cramped. The space wasn't small but she pushed her ear tightly into the door. She was a quiet person, but she was no Komimi. Her ears on the other hand were very on-and-off. There were very few days were she could hear up to par as Komimi, some days in which she couldn't hear as well at all, and sometimes she would follow Akicha on those days.
She contemplated to open a crack - just a crack - so she could hear better. And she did with no worries.
There, several feet away beside the door, stood a short haired beauty. If known any less, one would've thought she was a pretty boy. Commonly known by others as a sneaky rat as everyone knew not to trust her. If not everyone, then her at least, and a handful she knew more. She listened carefully.
"Isn't it fine?" the short haired girl said. "You told me to work with you. Consider it as a change of plans in your book."
Mukuchi listened uncomfortably. Work with her? With the prison warden?
Mukuchi wrinkled her face a bit in small disgust at the thought. It didn't seem pleasant at all as words were exchanged between the two, Nezumi and the warden. Her ears twitched up, similar to the way a cat would. Approaching footsteps in the distance. Quickly, she scrambled to her feet, forgetting about the open door and ran the other way.
From a distance, she didn't hear a chuckle of mischievous come from a smirk.
"Another rat, eh?"
Okay, now here's the unfortunate part. Although I just finished a quarter and am on break, my grades are dropping. I cannot afford to write in class. Although it all focuses on my insomnia, the factor is that writing is still a disturbance. I will be writing on some days, but I don't think you should expect another for a few months.
I'm sorry. Very very sorry. I know I'll lose many readers for this.
But know that I love you, those who are still and will stay faithful to me.
Don't worry, I love anyone who will read up to here and has been here since the start.
Topic: If There Are No Such Things as Magic [DISCONTINUED] (6/25/14) (Read 12644 times)