Angels
By CarrotCraverCutie
Chapter One:
Daisy Takiyuki Act 1

Sweat trickled down my lightly tanned skin and down the back of my neck as I panted breathlessly. “Dais you’re absolutely amazing!” I lifted my weighted head from the ground to look to my friend.

I grinned, “Thanks May.”

She winked, her brown eyes gleaming with admiration. Her flushed cheeks damp with salty sweat. “We’re totally going to state this year.”

I laughed wholeheartedly at my friend, “yeah, but it’s a team effort hun.” she tossed me a white towel I easily caught. “Ya know, the whole sacrifice the me for we?” May laughed, and my grin stayed plastered to my face. I stood up from my hunched over position and wiped my face with the cotton towel. I followed her out of the gymnasium and down the hallway towards the locker room.

“But ya know Dais, you’re going to go full ride basketball and you know it-”

“What if I want to focus on softball?” I asked, grinning cheekily at her.

She shook her head and waved my comment aside and continued, “As I was saying, colleges are begging you to consider and you’re only a sophomore!”

I sat down with a solid thump while looking up, facing an identical smirk I was wearing on my best friend’s face. Her gleaming amber eyes wore the same glint that it always did: Mischievous cleverness. “Well, you’re a junior, so you actually could start looking for places too. I say go D1.”

She wore that same smirk again, and I laughed while reaching down to my white Jordans. I untied the double knot and she turned to her red and white reversible lying on the tile floor of the humid locker room.

I turned to the clock hanging to the right of the doorway, “oi May, it’s already six-thirty.” I called to her as she walked back to the showers, bag in tow.

She tossed her large black bag towards one of the showers, then turned to me her amber orbs meeting mine. “Then we’d better hurry up ne?”

I nodded, spraying the sweet scented bottle into my smelly shoes and stuffed them into my bag. I grabbed my clothes, lay them on top of my bag, took my shampoo, soap, and razor blade, then followed May to the showers.

“Dais, you’ve been on this team for two years now,” I sighed: She still hadn’t dropped the subject. She continued, oblivious to my inner irritation. “Don’cha think it’s about time you at least look for some colleges and consider some offers?” She rambled as she lifted her cut-off over her head.

I frowned as I looked over the new bruises and scratch marks I had on my arms and chest. “Well don’t get all over me ‘bout this,” I defended, sitting down on one of the small benches as she closed the curtain to her shower. “You’re going to be a senior next year, and you’ve got some decent offers ne?”

“Huh...” I smirked at the response as I undressed. I pulled on the tight hair ties and my auburn hair fell gracefully around my shoulders. I stood and walked to my shower cell, I closed the curtain and undressed, absentmindedly listening to May’s constant rambling.

I always did this: Zoned out and stared into nothingness for long periods of time. Well, until May comes from Lord knows where and scares the living shit out of me.

I turned the water to cold and jumped in, immediately sighing in content as the cold water drenched my heated skin. It felt so good... I closed my bright eyes, water fell over my face and I rubbed my eyes so as not to get stinging sweat in them. I had also hated the fact that, because of my height, I had to duck under the shower nozzle to get my hair wet. Though I eventually got the shampoo foam all over it anyway, I didn’t feel like getting a distinctive bump on the top of my head first thing in the morn though either. I silently lathered my hair with my mint scented shampoo as I listened to the junior in the stall next to me sing ‘My Dream’s Nightmares’ by Shadow Sirens.

I love that song.

I honestly idolized them.

The lead singer was the best, Kureau and her partner Ari. Those two, with the information the press could discover, have grown up together and have always been best friends, both with natural born talents: Ari and the ivory keys, and with Kureau, she honestly had the vocal cords of an angel.

“Dais? Are you almost done?” I jumped slightly at the cheery voice and immediately started to rinse the bubbly foam that adorned my long hair.

“Ah, yeah,” I lied between my own teeth, closing my eyes as I tilted my head back, letting the water rinse through my hair and flow down my face. “If you’re done before me you can go ahead and I’ll see you at A lunch.” I said when I heard the quiet pit-pat of her bare feet on the wet tile and the shushed shuffling of clothes.

“Alright,” she said and I knew she was putting on her shoes. “I’ll meet you there, ‘kay?”

I had finished lathering and rinsing my body with my small scrunchie and let the cold water run over my bare body one last time before taking on the day head first. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of relaxation and bliss before I turned the water channel to the far right, turning it off and stepping out.

I came out and noticed May standing by the mirror applying her dark green eyeliner and shadow. “I thought you were gone already?”

She smiled at me through the large, wall length mirror, then turned away knowing fully well of how self-conscious I was with my body. “Nope, I’m just finishing up.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see it, and headed over to my towel and clothes.

“Goodness Daisy, your hair is so long!”

I paused after securely wrapping the faded pink towel around my bare body, I turned to her, not sure if I should be embarrassed to know that she was watching me, or take her comment to thought. Surely enough I shrugged it off and looked to my hair.

Indeed it had gotten long. And in such a short time too. My grown out bangs now reached just above my collarbones and the rest flowed down to beneath my shoulder blades. “I guess it has...” I hadn’t really paid any attention to my body since basketball season had started about two months ago.

Wait a second...

I had gotten it cut to my shoulders about the same time we had started basketball. ‘Normally it wouldn’t grow that fast would it?’

May grinned at me, oblivious to my inner conversation with my alternate ego. “It’s really pretty. A perfect shade of auburn too.”

I nodded, staring past her and into the mirror.

Odd...

Finally her one sided conversation and knowing all too well of my habits of randomly blocking people out and thinking of nothingness, she said, “I’d better go ask or that tutor help that Nick needed. He’s such a lazy ass.” She gracefully picked up her accessories, stuffed them into her bag and made her way to the locker door, waving at me from over her shoulder.

I nodded as I silently put on my white collard shirt and khaki kapris. In a way, the silence was defeating as I kept my eyes glued to my reflection in the wall length mirror. I finished buttoning the button on my shirt and, transfixed, I slowly made my way over to the mirror.

I touched the misted glass with my slender fingers, letting it fog up around my warm hand. I looked at myself, scrutinizing and piercing myself with my own intense gaze.

‘Do I even know this person?’ I questioned as I searched my own emerald eyes for answers I didn’t know I had questioned.

I knew I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the whole school, but I was fair. At least that’s hat my friends had always said. Jordan had told me that once too. He might have been messing around but he said it, not me. He also said it was because I was original: I didn’t pamper myself with useless human made products that hide and overlap true beauty. Tan skin covered my body and a small button nose placed in the middle of my face. My honey brown hair had small strands of gold as I let it drip small droplets of water onto my face from my bags that covered a majority of my forehead. Thin eyebrows and full pink lips that were pressed into a thin line told the rest of my features.

Aside from the puffy blue blotch that was on my right cheek, and for the small cut on my lip where I had gotten elbowed at this mornings practice, I thought I looked pretty good.

You know how sometimes you find yourself so deep in thought that you forget what your original thought actually was? Then you end up thinking nothing and just stare into oblivion? Well, that’s what I felt like as I traced as curved line with my index finger on the misted mirror that was still fogged up from the hot showers.

I traced something absentmindedly, my gems glued to the identical two in the mirror as I found myself unable to move and in some type of trace. My eyes became dilated as I recalled the dreams I had started to have just weeks ago.

“Death don’t,” I had remembered hearing from a soft voice, but it was full of authority and confidence. It was a women’s. “you know you can’t. It will mean the end if you follow through with this.”

I felt a shudder wrack my body as I listened to the other laughed as if she had told a joke. What I heard of her voice sent a chilling pain to settle in my stomach. “You think I care?” Another fit of laughing before she continued in an amused voice. “You and your people are the lowest o the low. And you expect me to show mercy to them? Heh, you’re pathetic.”

“...Then why would you kill him? He wasn’t guilty of any crime, nor had he harmed you in any way, shape, or form.”

“He was interacting with you. And that’s crime enough to send him to the depths of hell.”

“...You leave me no choice then...”

I gasped and yanked my hand away from the mirror and stumbled back my eyes wide. My chest clenched and I found myself grasping my chest. It burned, tingled, and stung as I squeezed my eyes shut and teeth clenched trying not to whimper in pain.

After moments, the pain subsided, and I stumbled to the ground in relief and exhaustion. My breathing became normal as I recollected myself, my eyes still closed. I put my hand to my head as the dizziness disappeared. I pushed myself up with great effort and looked to the mirror. My eyes widened like saucers as I looked at the somewhat odd design my eyes locked with.

Where my finger had drawn on the misted glass was a perfect oval, about as big as my palm. In the middle, a perfectly curled line that curved into the shape of a heart. I squinted my eyes and strained my eyes to understand what my intuition was trying to tell me.

I reached up with my trembling hand to touch it, but was startled by the voices of the first period freshmen that had gym class and immediately yanked my hand away the moment the tips of my fingers touched the cold design. I pulled back and stepped back and with great reluctance.

I ignored the sudden rush of desire to o back and finish the mark from my dreams, and rushed to my bag and rushed to the door. I paused to put my hand on the door frame, hesitating to leave and go to my first period class. I finally decided to leave considering I was late as it was, so I dashed out of the locker room with my bag in tow before I could give my decision reconsideration.

I thought it was a trick of me eyes when I caught a glimpse of a faded pink light, but I ignored it as I turned the corner.

-

I groaned as I grudgingly accepted the yellow piece of paper the elderly secretary handed me. I furrowed my brows together in exasperation as I turned the doorknob while I mumbled a quiet thanks and walked out the door.

I looked into one of the classrooms, my eyes searching for a clock. ‘I’m already fifteen minutes late,’ I thought when I spotted one and affirmed the time. As I passed Miss Ruzeen’s abandoned classroom, I heard her cheery voice call to me. I stopped in mid step and looked to her. Silently, I walked into the class, smiling politely at my favorite teacher. “Good morning miss Ruzeen.” I greeted formally. I was messing with her hardcore.

She gave me a look with clearly said ‘drop it’ and I laughed lightly. “There’s no one around Daisy-chan, so you know you don’t need to be so polite.”

“Alright, gomen Nickoel-chan.” I amended.

She grinned up at me, her orange eyes glowing, “ohayou Daisy-chan,” she looked to the folded piece of paper in my hand then back to my face. She winked, “little late ne?”

I rolled my eyes and she laughed, “Yeah, I think I might just be a little late,” she looked back to the stack of papers and shuffled them to the side, clearing the way for a small envelope that she handed to me. “Here.” she said, grinning up to me in pure excitement.

I looked down to the small parchment in my hands and carefully tore at the seal. I silently read the finely defined cursive handwriting on the small invitation. My eyes widened considerably and I squealed happily at the wedding invite in my hands. “Oh my gosh, when did Zack propose?”

“About three weeks ago,” she replied beaming. “It was so surprising! I had no idea, it was just so sudden!”

I rolled my eyes at her obvious denseness, “baka Nickoel, you’ve been dating my idiot of a cousin for five years now.” I said pointedly, smirking at her flustered face. “I said he should have done it a long time ago. All I have to say is it’s about time he popped the question.”

She stuck her tongue out at me in an extremely childish matter, “first of all he’s not just an idiot cousin of yours anymore, he’s going to be my idiot of a cousin in less that two months, and secondly, don’t be so mean! He could have waited a whole other year to ask and it’d be fine by me. So be nicer!” She scolded in a futile attempt to relieve her embarrassment.

I smiled widely, sincerely proud for my elder cousin and for Nickoel, one of my best friends in the whole world. I was purely happy or the couple and I silently wished them the best of luck in the whole new step in their relationship.

Miss Ruzeen, or Nickoel as I usually called her when it was just the two of us, we’ve been friends since we were younger. She’s only twenty-two years old, while I’m seventeen, so we’ve always been close.

It’s cute now that I think about it. Zack has always loved Nickoel, even in junior high and grade school, but she was always too dense to realize it.

“Congratulations Nick,” I said, glancing to her glistening engagement ring I had failed to notice before. The beautiful diamonds winked up to me in all smiles and I murmured softly, “I’m happy for you.”

She nodded, her eyes twinkling with unspoken gratitude. “Thank you Daisy.”

Now that all congrats were over, it was time for the mischievous teasing. I feigned an expression of wonder, putting my pointer finger to my lips and looking away to a higher force. “Is your dress white?”

She stared with a clueless expression, “yes?”

I sighed, grinning inwardly. “Aww, poor Zack.”

She cocked her head in confusion as she quirked a brow. “Nani? Nande?”

I gave her a sideward glace and shrugged, giving off a nonchalant feel. “If your dress it white, than that means the poor old man has to wait for honeymoon. And knowing auntie, it wont be right after the wedding. Poor guy.” I looked to Nickoel from the corner of my eye and was extremely pleased with what I saw.

“D-D-Daisy!” she stuttered, her bright red tomato face, covered behind her hands as the tips of her ears burned.

I sat on the end of her desk, and patted her on the head, “gomen, gomen. But you can’t deny the fact the he’s a guy and that’s what he thinks about a lot of the time. And it’s doubled since it’s Zack we’re talking about here.” I laughed, but then silenced myself, when she didn’t respond, “Nick?”

She lifted her head, and I smiled at what I saw. She was still bight red and she avoided my gaze as she shifted uncomfortably.

But what made me smile was that on her pink lips, a tiny hint of a smile was there.

“Come on, you know I’m right. And you can’t possible tell me you haven’t thought of it.” I continued knowing I had her full attention. “...you have thought about it haven’t you?”

She nodded hastily, the color on her face not letting up in the least. “Of course I have... it’s just...”

I prodded her to continue, all smiles gone. I knew that Nichoel, as innocent as she was and as naive she was, must have thoughts such as these. After all, she was a growing woman about to get married to the man she’s always loved. “...I-I-I’m nervous.” I nodded, knowing she wasn’t done. “A-and... I know Zack wants children. You can see it in his eyes when he watches Mia and Kyle at family reunions, and I know he won’t put me into any rational situations, but...” she squirmed, tucking a stray lock of her orange hair behind her ear. She sighed and looked to me, her eyes where showing every emotion she had at the moment and I felt my own sympathy for the young woman in her own inner turmoil.

“I...I-I want to be good enough for him and our family. I want to have children too, but what if I’m not the mother they need? What if I can’t be the wife Zack apparently sees in me?”

I smiled, knowing that the potential Zack saw in her was there and in the right place, Nickoel just couldn’t see it. “Nickoel,” I said, looking at her straight in the eyes, “do you love anyone else but Zack?”

Her head shot up and she shook her head violently, “of course not! How could I?”

“Do you believe he will make a good husband?”

She nodded, smiling slightly, “yes I do.”

“See Nickoel? You can answer all those questions with out the slightest bit of hesitation. Zack could probably answer the same thing about you with the same confidence. All you need to do is have some faith in yourself and him.” Her heart showed through her eyes as she nodded and thanked me. “This’ll be fun though.” I said smiling happily, she inquired why. “We get to go to the mall and have lunch together even more often now since we’re going to be cousin in laws soon.”

She laughed nodding, and looked past me to the door and grinned. I curiously followed her gaze and my smile immediately dropped to a dark scowl. “Good morning Jordan!” Nickoel chirped happily and she sent a meaningful glance my way.

‘How long has he been there eavesdropping?’ I wondered silently as I watched the figure walk into the abandoned classroom.

He turned his brown eyes to me and I glared, “morning Dais.” He said ignoring the questioning glance Nickoel gave the two of us.

I mumbled a reluctant reply, saw the look Nickoel was giving me, and added that up with the pestering brown eyes of the boy in front of me and decided it was time to get out of there. “Well,” I said, turning to Nickoel and smiling despite the situation, “it was a pleasure speaking with you and I do hope you take my words to heart.” She nodded despite her disappointment in my sudden leave. I thanked her for the invitation and walked past Jordan who smirked down at me. “Ja.”

I silently walked down the hallway, knowing fully well of who would catch up to me at any given second. I continued on my way, and finally came upon E wing. A moment after I turned the corner, I heard the long awaited footsteps behind me.

“Go away bastard,” I mumbled, closing my eyes in an annoyed manner.

I could practically feel his grinning: I growled. “Come on D, it’s no fun to mess with downers.” I glared at him from the corner of my eye, and then huffed. “You’re no fun.”

I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling at his girlish pout. “Well that sucks, ‘cause life ain’t always fun.”

“Mou, come one D,” he whined loudly. “What did I do this time?”

I remained silent and he frowned, he thought while he walked alongside me with his arm resting on the top of my head, considering he was one of the few people that were taller than me. “The last time I actually did anything with you without you freaking out at me or ignoring me completely way last Friday... hmm...” he thought for a moment, then he laughed, “oh I think I remember now.” He leaned down to look at me, and I kept glaring at the nonchalant expression. “Come on Daisy, it was just one KO.”

I turned to him with a growl and went up on my tip toes to stare his straight in the eye. “No one, and I mean no one, beats me in Super Smash Bros Melee.”

He stared at me with an odd look, the laughed, “That’s what you’re pissed about?” I glared mercilessly at the bastard in front of me. He was still laughing at me as his dark chestnut hair fell over his eyes. “Jeez D, you really need to chill. It’s not a big deal.”

I walked to my locker and punched in the combination, purposely ignoring him. I grabbed my books and shoved them into my purple back pack. I finally turned to him and stared him down to size. “It is to me.” I proclaimed profoundly, then turned to walk away when his muscular arm wrapped around my shoulder.

I stopped in mid step and turned my head sideways to look at him. “Come on Daisy that happened last Friday! And besides, that’s no reason to hate your best friend ne?”

I stopped short of any protests I was about to give to look up at his bloody adorable eyes. I couldn’t help it, I smiled lightly at my best guy F-R-I-E-N-D, who was just about the most charming and hilarious guy around. “I suppose so...” I murmured a light coloration on my cheeks from the closeness. “After all,” I said trying to hide my nervousness with humor. “We all know Pikachu still owns you.”

I squealed in surprise when he moved his arm to my side and pinched my stomach. “No way Peach is so much better.” He exclaimed, a large grin on his face.

“Nuh uh, your win was a total fluke. Won’t ever happen again.” I exclaimed, sticking out my tongue at him, much like Nickoel had done to me minutes before.

I didn’t notice the silent figure that was walking down the hallway towards us, nor the steel glare that had settled upon us.

“Oh really than? Then how about a rematch tomorrow?”

I was about to respond when a sharp voice rudely interrupted. “Oh, for the love of God, why don’t you two just go do each other, get it done and over with, then get on with your lives so other people don’t have to see random snogging in the middle of the flippin’ hallway.”

By the time she had finished, my cheeks were red from the rush of humiliation and rage boiling through my bangs. That or it was the fact that Jordan had his arms around my waist holding me back from getting in yet another fight with Keara. “Bitch,” I swore, not really caring that one of the doors at the end of the hallway was left wide open. “Get over here and say that to my face.”

She smirked, her perfectly manicured hand coming up to her ear and tucking away a stray strand of golden hair. Her ocean blue eyes swam with confidence and slyness as she waltzed right up in front of me. She smiled sweetly at me, her face two inches from my own. It sucked that I couldn’t move at all because of Jordan’s tight hold on me. Oh, what I would’ve given to... “Since your simpleton mind frame won’t allow you to comprehend what I just said, I’ll be nice enough to spell it out for you. I simply said just go fuck each other and get it over with.” I boiled in my spot and Jordan’s attempts to calm me down didn’t even reach my ears as I grinded my teeth at the little girl that had the freaking guts to say that to me. And from inches away too!

Before I could get the chance to spit in her face, she back away, still smirking. “It seems I have wasted about two minutes of my life that I’ll never get back on trash like you Takiyuki.” she started to pass us, but not before sending a flirty smile and wink to Jordan.

That did it.

I snapped, I clawed at Jordan’s arms and hissed, trying to get down and murder the insolent little bitch. “Fucking coward!” I yelled to her before she turned the corner and into a different hallway.

I calmed down after I yelled that, and stopped struggling against my friend’s steel grip. It was then that I realized that I had been held up in the air the whole time. That explains a lot. “Aren’t I heavy?” I murmured, looking down at the floor below me. To any passerby this would have looked very suggestive, but at the moment I didn’t really care.

“No,” he said quietly, his mouth right next to my ear and I struggled to suppress a shudder. “You’re actually really light.”

I swear my face couldn’t get any redder than it already was.

“Why don’t you get mad?” I asked my voice dropping to a lower pitch in volume. “How can you let her say that stuff and not get mad about it?” The permanent blush that seemed to be contagious today wasn’t letting up in the least and I gulped: My throat felt so dry. “Doesn’t it upset you? Or make you embarrassed when people say that type of stuff?” I felt his deep chuckling in his chest and I cocked a brow. “What’s so funny?” I asked, turning my head to the side to catch at least a glimpse of his face.

I did see the small smile he had on his adorable face and the way his eyes had that soft touch to them. “Why should I be mad?” He asked casually as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Why does it embarrass you?”

I turned away and stared back down to the floor, the heat returning to my cheeks. Oh boy.

I knew why it made me so mad and also extremely embarrassed. I knew why I was furious when Keara sent him that flirtatious smile of hers. I also knew why I have to avoid him to stay mad at him for long periods of time, otherwise I’d get over it in a snap. I knew why I lost my voice in the awkward situations like these.

But I also knew why I couldn’t answer his question.

I sighed, looking back to him and said quietly, “can you put me down please?” He nodded silently, and I profoundly ignored the hopeful glance he sent me as I picked up my backpack from the ground that had been thrown off in World War III between Keara and I. “You have study hall next period ne?” He nodded, and I slung my bag over my shoulder, “can you walk me home after you’re done with practice tonight?” I asked lightly.

“Yeah, I’ll walk you home. I’ll see you at lunch,” he said turning to leave as he gave me a lopsided grin and I smiled back waving. I stared at his back til he was out of site, then my smile dropped and I massaged my arm absentmindedly.

Because if I thought that way about my best friend, I’d never be able to forgive myself...

Chapter One:
Daisy Takiyuki
Act 1
End

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