School Days Chapter Six: Leaving. -*-
Spirit was a fool.
He liked Kurt and Mary Stein. He knew it was incredibly stupid of him, but he couldn't help it.
Kurt was a tall, muscular man. He looked like someone had tried to make him look strong and serious, but the constant twinkle in his blue eyes and permanent upturn of his lips almost diminished the effect. Almost. He always seemed to be laughing about something, even after Spirit and Franken walked in on Mary cleaning up a wound on Kurt rather close to his heart.
Mary was as tall as him, and almost a strong. Her jaw had a more feminine outline to it, that Franken had inherited. Her grey hair was the longest of her family, but still only to her jaw. Her brown eyes had an anger to them that only seemed to disappear when her husband or her son was present. Or him. She didn't seem to like being a domestic wife, but she would do it for her family.
They weren't very old, late twenties or early thirties at the most.
Kurt only wore tan, and Mary only wore red. Mary wore a pe
BeWitching Part one: Fish, Chapter One. -*-
Daijiro Nilima hopped up and down in his seat when he saw Death City.
“Look! Look! We’re here!”
From the front seat his mother, Sachi, laughed. “We get it, Daij. Settle down.”
Daijiro stayed still, but couldn’t wipe his grin off of his face. He had waited all summer for this. No more bullies, no more stupid girls, plus they got to kick ass! How cool is that?
He looked at his brother. Ichiro had his mother’s red hair, but his got his father’s seriousness. Ichiro was too old for playing. He had to learn and study. The only thing he really had time for was girls. Ugh.
He couldn’t help but look at his sister. Ayumi met her brother’s gaze and made a face. A funny face that made Daijiro laughed out loud. She was always the big brother that he wanted. She helped him find worms. She had mud fights. When he snuck out of the house she kept his secret. And he kept hers, especially when she snuck out with her spray cans. He loved th
School Days Origins: Bloody CrimsonGuilt.
They made him who he was. And he hated it. The look of his victums right before the light forever went from their eyes.
And it was his fault. His fault that wives never saw husbands again, daughters their mothers, siblings, grandparents, all because they put it in with the wrong people.
He was an assassion. People bought him to kill people. When he killed he got money. How else was a twelve year old supposed to earn a pay?
Suger Sweetness sold her body, Raven Tail sold her mind, Nat sold his health, and Amin sold his voice. They were around his age.
That's what happenes in the Underworld. He was Bloody Crimson, twelve year old assassion for hire, member of the Red Headed League. He drank and smoked away his pain. The only thing left was his Innocence, and people were trying to take that away from him too.
Bloody Crimson didn't need another name, but he had one. One that was kept a secret from everyone. The only way anyone would reconize him wou
School Days chapter five: Reviving. -*-
Victoria was the first of her little party to awaken. She was sharing a room with Carrie and Jenny, both of whom had their blankets pulled tightly around them. The boys were sleeping across the hall, in their own room.
She went through her bag, grabbing her soaps. After the Steins convinced them to let the demon scythe stay there they went to town and rented some rooms at a local inn. Victoria started for the bathroom. Since she was the first one awake she would have to contact Lord Death and tell him about the boys, a task that Victoria wasn't looking forward too.
Victoria hissed as warm water poured down on her. She turned the hot nozzle all the way off, and started to scrub her hair. It wasn't like she didn't like Lord Death; it was just at times she found him annoying. And fake. And he was a physical representation of things she didn't like: order, following rules without question. Victoria wasn't one to take stuff lying down.
There was another reason she didn't like to talk
School Days chapter four: Learning. -*-
Victoria was surprised that two grey haired humans could out run a meister and a weapon, but out run them they did. They all followed Mary to wherever she was heading, when suddenly she stopped. Standing in front of Mary were the four people Victoria absolutely did not want to see.
The thicker of the men stepped forward and ran one of his hands through his dark short hair. "We lost the boy."
Victoria raised an eyebrow. "I can see that. What about you two?" she asked the group of girls.
One of the girls played with her long copper locks, while the one in the baseball cap answered. "We lost the demon scythe too."
Malcolm let out a small chuckle while Victoria groaned. "What happened?"
The four exchanged a glance and started to explain what happened. After they had finished both Malcolm and Kurt were doubled over laughing, while Victoria had put her hand over her eyes in disbelief.
All of the adults looked over into the trees where a young girl of about seven had just come o
School Days chapter three: Fighting-*-
Spirit watched the grey haired boy lead him down the tunnel. Could he really trust this guy? After all the meister and weapons were after him too, so there must be something freaky about him. You know, beside the fact that he had grey hair and skin.
"Here's the end of the tunnel," the grey haired kid said. Spirit looked up to see that it was indeed the end of the tunnel.
"Do you think they're out there?" Spirit asked while squinting at the dirt, as though he could see through it. The boy looked up for one full second, before dropping his gaze.
"They're close, but not near the hole right now. I think that we can risk it, unless you're unwilling," he finished with a raised eyebrow.
Spirit puffed up his chest. "Of courses I'm willing. I've been running from them for almost two years now. I'm not going to give up now." He walked to the whole. "I think that I'm going to have to go up first, and then pull you up. No offence, but you're a bit short." He turned and saw Franken's contemplat
School Days chapter two: Finding.
Franken awoke to the smell of eggs. He was back in his bed. Back in his home. As he got out of bed he grabbed his slippers, also homemade, and pulled then on. His parents were sitting at the table of their humble home eating breakfast. As he sat down to his eggs his mother finished her eggs. His father chuckled as Mary kissed her son as she left.
Kurt Stein was a retired doctor. His own grey hair was shorter then Franken's and his blue eyes were larger and twinkling.
"Did you sleep well son?" Kurt asked as he picked up his own empty plate. Franken nodded, not willing to give up his eggs just so he could talk. Franken's father walked to the kitchen too.
Franken could feel his parents eyes on him, but he didn't do anything. Those boys were the ones that were chasing him. He didn't do anything, and those boys almost killed him. He finished his eggs and brought his plate to the kitchen. His parents were still watching him.
"Should I get started on my chores?" He asked, trying to bring hi
School Days chapter one: Running.
He was running. He was fleeing, like a dog returning home with its tail between its legs. Franken M. Stein wished he could go home, but he was lost. The kids at school were chasing him again, and he was running again. He was the smallest in his class, and while he was fast and stronger he couldn't stand against fourteen students that were two and a half feet taller than him.
But his mother would find him. Mary Stein was different than the other mothers, and she would find him. But he had to lose the thugs first. As the forest moved past him he spotted a large rock. He knew where he was, and his quick mind devised a plan. So he turned a sharp right. Some of the boys were surprised by this sharp turn and fell, but most followed the small grey haired boy into the trees.
Stein kept running until he saw it: a large fallen oak tree over a deep river. The log itself was ten feet away from the water, and it connected Stein's part of the forest with the rest. If he got over the log then they