Song of the Heart's Complaint ~
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Post by wakahisakazumi on Jul 26, 2010 16:44:47 GMT -6
"That must have been at least the third time this week..."
Kazumi added another strike to her mental tally board of fights between herself and that man. So far she had three morning fights and five evening blowouts. She began this tally Monday. Today was only Wednesday. But Kazumi had to admit, it was an improvement. Earlier in the summer she had no excuse to get out of the house and avoid multiple disagreements with her stepfather. Now that vacation had begun to wind down, though, Kazumi could make excuses like "early school supply shopping" or "uniform fitting". She knew Arashi would be happy not to join her on such outings. So she managed to escape for a few hours.
Today, though, was rather special in a way. Kazumi actually did not have to lie about where she was headed. Normally, if she lied she would just wander around the town for a bit, but today she actually had a destination. Kazumi's mother, Azarni, had recommended as well as scheduled a tour around Kazumi's new high school that she would attend after the break. If it were not for the fact that this would give her a real excuse to be out of the house, she would have complained. Azarni even let her daughter tour alone while she and Arashi tended the flower shop. So, for the next few hours, Kazumi was an honestly free woman.
Now, what to do?
She contemplated her options as she slowly wandered down the street to wards the bus stop. Kazumi pretty much had the world, well at least the town anyway, at her fingertips. The idea that her options were endless had her giggling with excitement,
"Mhmhmhmhmhmh... ahaha... aho...hoooo... damn it all..."
The thin trickle of sweat that slid down her cheek reminded her that it was somewhere around 90 degrees out. It also reminded her exactly what she was wearing. Miserable, Kazumi slowly looked downward at her apparel. There had been a catch to the deal of going on the school tour alone. Azarni wanted her daughter to look nice and had raided Kazumi's closet to put together the best outfit she could make. Of course, "best" in her mother's opinion was not necessarily "best" in Kazumi's opinion. Her mother had thrown together a plain black blouse with a metallic silver tie, a short black and pink plaid skirt that she went to the trouble of pleating, glittery black tights and glittery black flats. She even forced Kazumi to spin her hair up in a bun with a huge, glittery pink clip. In short, she was wonderful in Azarni's eyes, but Kazumi was afraid to break mirrors or burn some poor person's eyes when the sun reflected off all the glitter.
Dressed as she was, Kazumi did not even want to show her face, much less visit her school. Wandering around town in such clothes would be too embarrassing to imagine either. With a sick feeling she realized her mother was much smarter than she looked, even with Arashi breathing down her neck. Kazumi knew she had purposefully dressed her like a chandelier so that she would be too scared to wander around town, but still not defeated enough to come home. In short, Kazumi had no choice but to go to the tour. With a sigh of utter annoyance, Kazumi waited by the bus stop, preoccupying herself by shining dots of sunlight all over the shaded wall behind her with her shoes. Meanwhile, her thoughts drifted around the idea of being "the new girl" yet again. This was just one of many schools she had gone to since her father passed away. It had been a sort of game to her to see exactly how many schools she could get kicked out of, but not any more. Kazumi refused to let herself sink back down to a delinquent and ruin her senior year. If she just managed to survive this, she would be able to move away and go to college next year and escape Arashi and his constant presence.
Yes... Perhaps a college that is in another country... I'll pursue my music career without that man shaking his finger and telling me music is a waste of time. That may have worked on Kohana and mother but no way in hell is he gonna pull it on me!
That was what kept her going. Music. She lived for it. Both her mother and older sister had once been musicians, but those days had long since passed. Now, Kazumi was the only one left whose spirit had not been crushed by her father, Yamato's, death. No, she would continued to play her music, even if one day she grew tired of it she would continue to play just to annoy Arashi. The thought sent a wave of strength just as the bus pulled up against the curb. With newfound determination, Kazumi marched onto the bus, ignoring the stares of the other passengers, handed the driver her money and got a seat in the back. Her aquamarine eyes gazed at the rush of colors beyond the window as the bus drove down the street. She could sense people gawking at her unusual style, but Kazumi ignored them. Today, she would be the old Kazumi back before anything changed in her family. The old, quirky Kazumi would attend the tour with wide eyes and an open heart to the school!
Before long the bus pulled up to the school and Kazumi hopped off. She fixed a gentle smile on her face and a fire in her eyes and speed walked up to the front doors. There was no turning back anymore as Kazumi gingerly placed her hands on the doors and pushed it open. The loud thrust and squeak of the door echoed... through a seemingly empty school. Kazumi blinked a few times, her hands still holding open the doors. There literally appeared to be no one at the school. Glancing at her watch, Kazumi was right on time ruling out the possibility that she was late. Could the tour guide be late? Could they have forgotten about the appointment entirely? On a similar troublesome note, Kazumi didn't even know who her tour guide was, whether they were a student or a teacher or a staff member. All she knew was to arrive at one o' clock sharp that afternoon. And there Kazumi was, but no tour guide was to be seen.
With yet another annoyed sigh, Kazumi wandered into the school, letting the double doors slam behind her. All she could see was an open hallway with doors on either side. She could neither see nor hear anyone else in the school. The office was to her right but the door was closed and the lights were off. Maybe she had the wrong time and came too late.
"Well, I'm here now, so I might as well look around..."
Kazumi made her way down the hall and past various classrooms, curiosity welling up inside her.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Aug 13, 2010 23:18:32 GMT -6
Ayumu yawned.
Vacation... it was when things were nice and slow. It was the time when places that normally bustled around were empty... and places that were empty bustled around. The languid Mizukami did not like places with bustling around, although there were a few exceptional exceptions, and of course, he was always ready to make an exception for the presence of people he liked, loved, and found interesting.
'Interesting'... people did not usually find lulls and sleepy corners interesting, and Ayumu had to admit that it wasn't the doldrums that he found interesting. He can be bored by them, too, in fact, once in a while. It was that he could think of interesting things when things were less distracting... reality can be very distracting without being interesting. Interest... he strolled around.
He was in his high school... his school for two years in a row, though the second one wasn't complete yet. It was truly a strange sight, an empty school, a place that one was accustomed seeing crowded. Even the places he did not frequent... places that were places of congregation... were ridiculous. A flighty breeze passed by as he passed by. The security, lax as always, knew him... and besides, he knew of no rule that forbid students from visiting their schools in non-academic situations for non-academic reasons. Non-academic... he didn't even have a reason at all.
His eyes flickered. He knew... he was alone in the corridor, or maybe he was not paying attention again. This was a slightly bad habit of his, and he kept forgetting it... even if he often took note of it when it happened. Oh well. There was a girl... he wondered what she was doing here; he did not remember seeing her before. A new person... either a freshman or a transfer student? Wondering was wonderful. He made another yawn, and since he was in the presence of a Somebody, he covered his mouth. Maybe he should greet her; that would be polite, wouldn't it?
"Oh, hi."
The words flew off his mouth.
Sorry for it not being so long. X.X
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Post by wakahisakazumi on Aug 17, 2010 16:03:01 GMT -6
((No problem! It's fine! Mine is kinda short too... =3))
Kazumi eagerly reached out and turned the nob to another classroom door. She peaked her head in, glanced around, and, just like the rest, noticed it too was empty. Annoyance began to bubble up inside her. She had come on the right day, yes? No? Oh, why did she even care so much?
That's right... I want a fresh start here! No more slacking off! It's the only way I'll ever escape that Arashi...
Kazumi reminded herself yet again. She knew she had to make up her mind now and not look back. She had to get away from this emotionally abusive life. But if she only focused on the past, how could she ever take a step toward her future? The fact remained that she couldn't. It was now or never to turn her life around from the delinquent she once was to the successful musician she wanted to be. She could not afford to let past traumas hold her back anymore. After all, Kazumi was going to be a senior in high school, then off to college, then into the world of adults and as such she could not let herself wallow in self-pity.
As if the feeling of eyes on her was not enough to jolt her back to reality, the sudden voice from behind made her jump. In her surprise Kazumi slammed the door on her unsuspecting fingers. With a yelp she pulled them out and took a step away from the door. After a quick inspection she concluded nothing was broken. Massaging her now sore fingers, she looked up at the person who had greeted her. It was boy, more or less her own age, standing only a few feet away. Kazumi took in a sharp breath and swallowed hard. She was sure she had been alone not a moment ago. How had this guy managed to sneak up on her? Kazumi pushed the thought aside and instead looked him over. He had a nice face, soft features, but,
"...maybe a bit...bland..."
She whispered to herself. Who was he? She wondered as she folded her hands protectively across her chest, a gesture that gave her a sense of security when in new or awkward situations. Kazumi was silent as she gazed into his eyes. They were blue, like her own, but more of a sky blue and seemed vast and deep as she stared into them.
I wonder what he is thinking...
She pondered, curious yet cautious. She had never seen him before...but then again she had not had much contact at all with people from her new school. Did he even attend this school?
Well surely he does or why else would he be here... Or I guess he could be some sort of delinquent loitering... No, he seems to be too polite for that... A new student like me, perhaps?
Moments passed and yet Kazumi refused to respond. She continued to wonder who he was, but also remained cautious of his presence. She weighed the results of returning his greeting, then decided to mutter,
"Hey..."
She focused her eyes on her shiny flats, conscious that she looked like a fool the way she was dressed and a klutz as to how she just slammed her fingers in a door.
First impression? Yeah that's a failure...
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Aug 27, 2010 21:51:14 GMT -6
In the manner of aesthetics, Ayumu was lenient... and Ayumu was lenient most of the time, and that could be good or bad. He didn't like interfering with other people's fashion sense, mainly because he had a nonexistent one himself. He had yet to notice the glittery-ness of this other person's apparel, as light had yet to flare about at this point of the school. He looked at her, with a slightly more fixed gaze than the average stranger would adopt... forgetting yet again that his stares may seem creepy or may make people feel ill at ease.
Still, Ayumu was appreciative of most women, and it would take a really horrendous female to repulse him. He was a male, and part of it meant finding what was attractive in girls. Of course, currently, in his shifty, adolescent mind, Furukawa Nagisa, his senpai, was in paramount among standards of beauty, something that had remained quite constant in his fooling-around-behavior. He took her in from head to toe, instinctively, though not bothering so much on the details. She appeared to whisper something to herself...
"You're new here."
It was supposed to be a question, but Ayumu spoke it as if it were a statement. It was true that she was strange in the stranger-ish way, foreign, yet to be known; even if Ayumu wasn't prolifically social, at the very least he sort-of-knew his schoolmates by face. Many questions could follow through after that... where was she from? What was she like? Then again, you rarely ever go on a questioning spree on somebody you just met. Usually... you just meet. For the first time.
He wondered what else he could ask her. People themselves usually provided the conversation matter... not him. Oh well, maybe he could come up with a crappy topic...
"..."
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