It was a Monday. I remember it clearly, because that was the day I had met the most the most amazing person in my whole life. More amazing than heroes from storybooks, the mystical mysteries of the "outside" world... everything. If I hadn't met him, then maybe I wouldn't be who I am now. But it's all thanks to him, that I am able to cope with the most difficult thing in life... losing what I loved most.
I am Hanako. Hanako Yuki. I belong to a unique family. We're different from others because of our... abilities. What am I talking about you wonder? Well, it's the modern 21st century, and I just happen to have some sort of magical power, which is rare among families nowadays. Out of the whole population of the world, about 2% possess some sort of "unworldly" ability. Funny thing is, these wonderful people I had met... they ALL possessed weird powers. Coincidence... I think not. I KNOW we were destined to meet, I just know it.
"Hey Yuki-san!" called one of my classmates, "Are you going to join a club this year?"
I sat in my desk, quietly drawing a flower. It was pink with long green leaves, and it was surrounded by sharp blades of lush green grass.
I looked up, "I don't think so."
The sun beat down on my picture as if it was trying to burn it. I couldn't see which classmate had asked me the question, nor did I care. They were all the same... like little clones with no brains. They all did the same thing. Then again, how COULD they be different? I was one who possessed abilities they could never dream of having, while they were just normal kids.
When the schoolbell rang, I walked out the classroom in silence. I didn't have any friends. Everyone wanted to be my friend, but I was too stubborn to let them in. They all made me want to throw them out windows. I hated everyone, and everything. I hated school, my family, and I was just sick of my whole entire life. I sound like I'm a little depressed right? Wrong. I'm just not socialble. I had always been alone, and I had planned to stay that way.
On most days, I would walk through a dark alley to get to my home, but that one Monday I had felt sort of weird... like something was beckoning me to go a different way. I was too tired to care, so instead of ignoring the feeling, I went in the direction it had told me. Before long, I had ended up at a park. I didn't know where it was; I had never been this way. And of course, to my dismay, I hadn't been paying attention to the direction in which I was heading, so now I was hopelessly lost.
The end of the city I had landed in was empty... like a ghost town. I went through the park, and just by chance, there was a person sitting on a bench, quietly reading to himself.
I don't know what it was about that guy, but it was like he was using some sort of magic to make me walk up to him. And I didn't resist. In fact, this person reading to himself kind of felt interesting, not like someone you would see everyday. Now, in terms of physical appearences he looked normal, but I felt like I could read inside him, dig deep into his heart and just tell what he was thinking.
When I had arrived at the bench, he just ignored me. He didn't bother to see who was about to talk to him. So instead of just moving away (which I would normally do) I said something that even surprised me.
"Um, excuse me, but could you tell me where I am? I'm kind of lost."
He didn't look up. It kind of made me annoyed. I could feel the blood rushing to my head as he continued to pretend I wasn't there.
"Hello? Excuse me? Are you alive in there?" I asked him.
Finally, after about 2 minutes, he mumbled "What?".
I stood there in suprise. Hello? I had just told you "what" you dummy. If you had payed attention the first time, maybe you would know what I was talking about.
I sat on the bench next to him. He had jet black hair with small spikes in the back. He was pretty slim, but looked strong at the same time. He wasn't wearing a school uniform (unlike me), and he seemed to be writing things out on a piece of blank paper.
"Look," I muttered, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I REALLY have no idea where I am... and I don't know if you're lost, but if you aren't, could you PLEASE direct me in the way of the bus station?"
He jerked his head towards me. I hadn't been able to see his face before, since it was buried in his paper, but now that I looked at him he seemed kind of distant... and he was pretty good looking too.
He dropped the pen he was using to write. I don't know why, but I gulped. Then he grumbled, "No. Use your brain and find it yourself... dunce."
My face turned bright pink. I was about to snap at him for being so rude, but there was this red shimmer in his eye that scared me, and made me decide against it. His eyes were black and cold, but there was red? I didn't get it. And I had decided not to ask, at least until I could get a proper answer.
"Ok. I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm asking for something so simple!" I snapped angrily. He sighed, then went back to writing, like I wasn't there.
"There he goes again... pretending I'm not here!" I thought to myself,
"Well fine! Then I WILL find it myself!" I got up in haste from the bench, and walked away from him. I don't think he even noticed I had left, because he didn't make a single movement as I moved away.
I was finally out of the park. Now I had to find the bus stations. The sun was hidden behind dark storm clouds, and I could smell that sweet fragrance that appeared before rain. A grey shadow crossed over the sidewalks as I trudged in silence. This day was not going good, and rain would only make it worst. Finally, after about half an hour of circling the area (and I don't even know where), I decided to turn back. I didn't want to go to the park... Mr. Grumpy-pants was probably still there, and at the current moment, I wasn't in the mood to go back to him. But there were no other people. I didn't have a cellphone either, so I couldn't even tell my parents that I was lost! It was like I was in the middle or a isolated desert, with no communtication, no food, nothing. Except Mr. Grumpy-pants. Great, just my luck. So, I had no choice but to go to the park. He had to say something eventually right?
It was on my way there that I ran into trouble. It had started pouring rain. I could feel the rain come down on me like small stones, as if they were trying to knock me over. My school uniform was soaked, and god was I cold. But what could I do? I hadn't even made it a block before it had started raining, and chances were he wasn't writing in the rain. So then I really was doomed! I could feel panic run through my body like water through bread, and it made me tingle in fear. What if I could never get home? What if I DIED out here? I knew I was overreacting, but hello?! THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND!
My head was spinning by the time I reached the corner to cross to the park. It was dark now, and the rain blinded my vision by about 75%, so I didn't see the lonely car coming while I was crossing... and the driver didn't see me either. By the time I realized, it was nearly too late, and the last sound I remember hearing was the screech of the brakes against the road. After that, everything seemed like a dream. I was lying on the pavement, untouched, with nothing but a scrape on my cheek. And there, standing right beside me was... you guessed it, Mr. Grumpy-pants. I was so surprised I almost couldn't say anything. Then again, it wasn't like it mattered, because as soon as he saw I was ok, he walked away.
I pushed myself quickly off the ground, and chased after him. Sadly, this guy was fast, and obviously wanted to avoid contact with me. I gave up running after him after about 6 blocks... and oh my gosh was I shocked. He had led me straight home!
"What... is with this guy?" I said to myself, while rubbing my frozen arms. I shrugged in defeat, and dragged myself to the house. The puddles under my feet made it extremely slippery on the sidewalks, and I slipped as I was moving towards the steps. It was a good thing too, because I saw a small piece of paper flutter across the grass out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't completely waterlogged, so I crawled on the soft ground and reached out to grab it. I managed to grasp it in my fingers before a strong gust of wind came. I picked myself up, and went into the house.
I went into my room, still holding tightly to the sheet of paper. I closed the door slowly, then sat at my wooden desk to see what the paper said. I sat on my cushiony chair, and began to read. My deep blue eyes grew wide as I read every sentence of the note. My heart was beating faster and faster as I continued to pour over the page. When I had finished, the little tiny beads of sweat had turned to large ones, and I felt really dizzy again. I pushed away from my chair, and crawled into bed. I decided that I would forget about what I read until tomorrow... but there was one part that kept mocking me on and on, like the reflection of the forlorn moon. I shut my eyes, and words formed into my head, "There are only so many ways to kill him. I need to form a group in order to reach my goal, but there are a few that stand in my way. They must be eliminated, and I don't care how. Chances and oppotunities only come around so many times, so I must be ready when my chance comes. And whoever stands in the way... I'll have to kill."
Monotone ~ Part 1: The Boy in the Park
Alright everyone... here's part one ^^ It took me about 3 days to write, so I hope you enjoy it :3Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
