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The Ultamite Betrayal

“Kagome do you think by any chance that we can convince your cousin to come back with us?” said Inuyasha To this Kagome made a face. “I mean she did say the defeat of Naruku was going to be possible and what if some of what sh...

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The ultimate betrayal

My name’s Antonique Higurashi I’m a typical teenage girl with a bit of complications as I like to call them. One being I’m ¾ dog demon, rare indeed. See my father is a half demon and my mom is a full demon. They work for the demon world and...

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The second son's love

I’m inspired today, who really knows the reason? I’m not one who is easily moved as a child things that most people thought would upset me didn’t. I guess in many way I consider myself the typical Mary sue… and then again in other ways I’m more like a walking contradiction. I hate this and yet I love it… I don’t even understand me half of the time. I’m attending the really prestigious school in Japan after moving back into my old house. I wanted always no matter what to keep my promise and graduate from the school that my mother went to it was grandfather’s last request of me. As for why I’m inspired well let’s just say I love fighting; not the type where the strong pick on the weak but the type where they are evenly matched. Though that wasn’t the case today, there was still something that intrigued me and it was this one girl’s unbreakable spirit. After all, I had gotten here about 2 months ago and learned very quickly to A-void the people called the F4 and the leader’s little brother who unfortunately was in my class. Not that I interacted much with the snobs at this school in the first place.

It was my intention to go straight home today but I think I’ll go looking for a dojo to join. I think it should be pretty fun. What better way to let out my frustrations? At first when I was forced to do martial Arts, Dance, Piano, all of it, I hated it. I understood why I had to do it though or rather for what purpose my parents wanted me to do it. So I did it without complaining, not once did I complain about being picked up at exactly 3 o’clock and dropped off at precisely 3:06 so mom could get back to work by 3:15. I wanted to play with my friends but I never voiced that. There weren’t other kids there, it was just me and an instructor for 2 hours, 2 long hours until father came to get me. From there I would be carried to my tutor. I still remember his name that’s probably because he was the highlight of my day. He was a genius who up and graduated high school by the age of 10. He was pretty close to me in age about the same age as my older brother who hated me worse than… well I can’t think of anything right now but it was pretty bad. Rikuto was his name, yeah that was all before the accident.

She sighed making her way into a dojo that she had seen in the yellow book she had just been reading. It was pretty good. She wondered just how much it’d cost to train her. Of course she’d be able to afford it with her allowance but she needed to save that. And she couldn’t very well ask her godfather to give her more money than he was already giving her now could he.

“hm…. isn’t that Makiano?” she asked herself while squinting a bit.

‘I wonder if I should go talk to her… we are pretty far away from school so those F4 bastards won’t start crap with me’ she thought as she started walking across the street unconsciously.

“um… hi you’re Makino aren’t you?” I said politely

It seems as though the shorter girl was deep in a conversation with herself at the moment and had glared dangerously at the person who had the audacity to interrupt it.

After seeing who it was she immediately apologized for the mean and totally uncalled for glare.

“you’re that transfers student Aphero right?” asked Makino in a normal tone.

“Yeah, that would be me.” said the taller girl

“so um, where are you headed to?” asked Aphero trying to avoid bringing up the girls tattered attire.

“well I was going to go to my part time job which isn’t far from here but I can’t very well go like this” complain Mikano animatedly causing Aphero to laugh

“I’m … I’m sorry I’m not laughing at you really… if you want actually I could lend you some clothes My house isn’t too far from here and then you can call a cab to get to work or something that way you won’t be too late… what time are you supposed to be there anyways?”

Mikano appeared to be contemplating her options…. with a very serious look on her face, then a comical face followed by a decisive one.

“ well have you decided?”

“how far is your house?” asked Mikano with a sigh

“if we walk about 15 mins away”

“ok then… and thanks a lot for this” said Mikano

“can I say something that may sound a bit harsh? said Aphero suddenly as they had started to walk

“um… sure I guess”

“ you really are too trusting, not that I’m the type of person who’d join in with the red tag business, but how are you to know that?” said Aphero seriously

Mikano put on a look of acknowledgement and nodded before answering

“I don’t really know… it’s just that I’ve noticed that you don’t really hang out with others…. wait wait that’s wrong, it’s not that you don’t hang out with others you just don’t do that at school… wait, hm, how to explain this…”

“Never mind … I think I understand what you’re trying to say. I noticed you too trying to suppress your disgust with the F4, I think I like you more now though… you seem more natural, if that even makes sense”

“I think maybe your suppressing yourself too” said Mikano after a minute of silence
“yeah, well maybe…”

They continued walking for a few more minutes than reached their destination which was a spacious red brick house with a neat lawn and steps leading to the entrance. it was a quiet and clean neighborhood but the house seemed pretty old still it appeared well taken care of.

“well here it is, come on in.” Aphero said after taking of her shoes at the door.
(that's all for now I guess tell me what you think... comments are always welcome)

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