• Air
    Ch. 2 Two Years Death Sentence
    I constantly watched him the rest of the time. He would glance at me now and then, and saw that I was looking at him. At some point, the bell rang and woke the class up. I put my stuff away as fast as possible, and, of course, he was gone when I looked up. I grabbed my things and ran passed everyone out the door. I looked both ways, but he was already gone. I sighed and made my way to the front gate of the school.
    I started walking down the street to my house. It's a pain to have to walk when you're old enough to drive. As I turned the corner, I heard a couple of guys laughing. I stopped dead in my tracks and took a peek behind the wall.
    There were two guys talking to each other. A blond and a brown. The blond was sitting, the other was standing. I recgonized one of them; the blond one. His name is Toshiaki. He let's me call him Aki. He goes to my school, but hardly shows up. A pretty good guy if you don't get on his nerves. I've known him for quiet a while, and I know, for a fact, that he wouldn't hurt me.
    His friend, I didn't know at all. He looked goth or emo. He was wearing at least four necklaces, one longer than the other. He was dressed in all black; had a bandana around his neck; and wore black, steel-plated gloves.
    I didn't want to go near him, but it was the only way home. I swallowed, took a deep breath, and turned the corner towards them. They stopped laughing and stared at me. Toshiaki made a face at me, as if he didn't want me to be there: User Image
    His friend made the same kind of face. I stopped in front of Toshiaki and bowed, showing my respect for him. "Hello Aki. You missed school again today. Ever planning on showing up sometime?" I asked him.
    Toshiaki stared straight into my eyes. It was getting really hard to look at him. "Not any time soon. Why? Is someone hurting you?" He protects me way too much.
    I laughed. "No one hurt me. I was just wondering, that's all." I glanced at his friend. I wanted to say hi, but he looked like he wouldn't say anything to me.
    Toshiaki looked at him. "This is Ryuu. He moved here a little while ago," Toshiaki said. "Don't bug him like you do me. You'll kill him."
    I rolled my eyes and walked passed them. I glanced at Ryuu again and he was pulling his bandana up, trying to cover his mouth and nose:
    User ImageI guess he didn't like how I smelled.
    I ignored it and continued walking. I didn't look back until I turned the corner. They weren't following me, so I happily walked the rest of the way home.
    I walked up to the door and took a look at the sky. Nothing was there. I turned the knob and went inside. "Mom, I'm home!" I shouted. No reply came. I went into the kitchen and found a note on the table. It read: Went to the store. I made some ramen for you, just how you like it. It's in the fridge cooling - Mom.
    I went to the fride and got the ramen out. I took it up to my room with all my other stuff. I turned the corner to my room and jumped into bed, being careful not to drop my food. I placed the ramen on the shelf next to my bed and pulled out my homework. I scanned through it as I picked up an egg from the ramen and popped it into my mouth. Since I was busy watching the guy I thought was Daisuke, I didn't how to do my algebra homework. I skipped and went through my other homework. I had no idea how I got to 11th grade, 'cause the homework I had was hard.
    I didn't try my homework. I finished eating the rest of my ramen and grabbed my notebook. I sat on the window seal and watched as a couple of birds flew by. I tried to forget the guy I thought was Daisuke. I mean, was it really possible for me to see him again after two years? He didn't look like himself anymore. There's no way that could've been him.
    I shook off the idea and slid the pencil out that was placed in the spiral of my notebook. I didn't know how far I had pushed it out until I saw that it wasn't there anymore. I looked all over the place and found it on the ground outside. I grumbled. I turned around to jump back into my room until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
    I turned around and saw him. "D-Daisuke?"
    He smiled weakily. He opened his hand and showed my pencil. I took it from him.
    Daisuke looked nothing like the guy in algebra. He looked just like his old self. I was happy to see him again, but he looked like something bad was about to happen.
    "I've missed you. Where did you go? You've been gone way too long," I said. I moved over and let him in.
    His wings folded and he sat on my bed. "I went on a killing spree."
    He confused me. "What do you mean?" I asked.
    "I mean, I went out and killed people for no reason," he replied. His face turned into a wicked smile.
    I was still a little confused. "You killed for no reason in these past two years?" I asked.
    He nodded. "That's all I was doing," he said. "When I left here, your cousin, Shoji or whatever, told many people about me. Then those people told other people, and it kept spreading like that. You know what happens when people find out about me." He paused. "After that, it started to become too much for me to handle. I was constantly killing people, and I couldn't stop. Soon, I started to love killing people, and I have no regrets for doing it. I actually thank your cousin for doing this to me."
    His eyes started to turn to a blood red as his wicked smile grew larger. His wings were changing from white to black. For some reason, I started getting scared. It felt like I knew what Daisuke was going to do next. It felt like being so scared of something that you couldn't move.
    "Then I remembered that you knew what I was, so I turned myself around and headed back to see you." He voice started to get deeper.
    "You came here... to kill me..." My voice was quiet. I tried to hard to move, but my legs were stiff.
    He nodded and got up from the bed. He made his way to me. I wanted to scream, but my voice was breaking. I didn't know what to do. I had lost Daisuke to his other side. The side I never thought would take control. I had no doubt that if I didn't move, he would kill me.