|Signs of Fate
Author: fallingstar1x PM
Kuroda must find the secret to a stalker who just happens to be the boy she was crushing on when they were in the organization. Running from the agents sent after her, Kuroda must find a way to keep her power safe. Is Fate with her? Rated T, but with minor cursing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural - Chapters: 20 - Words: 7,232 - Updated: 01-11-13 - Published: 10-20-12 - id: 3067257
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Sup people. This is my first full fledged story I'm posting! Review please! And PS., please don't correct me on my grammar. I'm very bad at it.
~Koroda Hotaru 黒田蛍
New high school, new school year, and now another torturous day of stalkage from who knows who.
Entering the school's courtyard was like hitting a moving brick wall. People carelessly push, shove, climb over, and bump into me as I try to make it through the battlefield. A flash of raven-black hair startles me as my friend, (who has appeared from nowhere) Mizore effortlessly glides through the sea of idiotic adolescents.
"HEY!" :O ! Some stupid boy bumps into me causes me to fall to the ground. Like it wasn't already hard enough to stand with my hundred pound book-bag. Rubbing my leg, I turn to see someone with dark hair, all black clothing, and, of course-like all psycho stalkers-gray eyes. This "person" (not sure whether or not it's a boy or girl) comes closer, their shaggy black hair obscuring more than half of their face.
"Mayu is here." a monotonous voice whispers behind me. Turning I see Mizore crouching down beside me.
"Hey, mind telling me why you're on the ground?" Mayu Aiko sighs as she grabs my hand to help me off the ground.
"Not really." I grumble, pulling on her hand. Mayu's blonde locks shook with laughter as she straightened her pink coat, which she had apparently ruffled when helping me up.
"Not exactly the answer I was looking for." she giggles. Her blue eyes smiling.
"Last time I checked, people on the ground and on their faces, usually means they've fallen," I said in a cheerfully sarcastic tone.
"Oh. . .Hey, guys," A girl's voice sleepily drones from behind Mizore. I turned only to come face to face with some modell. Her auburn hair fell past her waist in perfect curls, making all the girls stop just to stare. Her big brown eyes looked sad and dramatic, and we're lined with eyeliner and mascara (not to much, not too little). I was positive i didn't know her.
"Um, do I know. . ." I start as Mayu interrupts, "OMG it's Aika!"
"What?" I murmur as I look at the girl. "Wow, It is you. . "I whisper as I see my friend, who used to have short auburn curls. "Sup," Mizore said as she waved at her. "Aika is that make-," I start but before I can finish my question I am kicked in the gut. Pain floods my mind, and my vision becomes quite blurry. I lay on the ground as the stalker person comes from nowhere, gives me a sadistic smile and then turns to my friends. They're all smiling at it like they don't have any clue how or why this is happening.
Suddenly he walks up to Aika and grabs a strand of her auburn hair, rubbing it softly between his fingers. "You will sing for me little canary," he (he has a very deep voice) says creepily before vanishing.
"Well, wasn't he. . . interesting?" Mayu says trying to stay positive (like always) and keep up with the pace I was going at. "Yah, if you enjoy creepy gothic freaks," Mizore snapps, not caring much about hurting anyone's feelings with her tone. "She makes an excellent point," Aika whispered. I see that she has dark circles underneath her eyes and she keep son yawning. Probably because she had stayed up all night watching anime. Zoning out from the conversation I go back to think about that guy.
Was he here for me?
Eh, screw it. Classes start soon, and I feel like punching a brick wall. Hehehe, no video cameras. . .
In some rooms. . .