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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 19, 2008 22:03:05 GMT
Azuma sat in the back of class, laying back and slouching on his seat, gazing out the window.
"Azuma Itou?"
He sighed, after these years of training, he still wasn't sure how these spirits worked. He didn't know anything, really, other than the fact that the bad ones had to die, and the good ones could pass on.
"Azuma Itou???"
Why did he have these powers? The power to see spirits? He wasn't sure. His father and mother couldn't, he was sure. One of those evil spirits had practically knocked on the front door when he killed it, and they didn't even look.
"AZUMA ITOU!!!"
"Yes, what? I'm here, sheesh..." He yelled, annoyed. School. What a waste of time. He could be out there making a difference, and saving these brainiacs from death, or worse. But instead, he was forced to go here, and get what they called an education. Pointless...
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Post by Mirany Kurosaki on Jun 19, 2008 23:27:21 GMT
"Mirany Kurosaki?"
Mirany, unlike Azuma, had been paying attention -- well, maybe only half-attention; she had been doodling in her notebook while the teacher took attendance -- for when her name was called, which happened to be right after Azuma's outburst. "Here!" she called out softly, her head jerking upwards slightly before turning back downwards and continuing to doodle absentmindedly.
Mirany's seat was somewhere near the back corner in which Azuma sat; just an empty desk sat between them. She only knew him by name because of this one class they shared, which was an amalgamation of first, second, and third year high school students. She was a first year, so, although she was advanced in some classes, she shared only a few classes with third year students -- this was one of the two she had with Azuma. But she had never actually spoken to him; he sort of scared her, anyway, in the quiet, agitated way he carried himself.
Turning her attention back towards the teacher, who was now rambling on about derivatives and quadratics, she flipped to a blank page in her notebook and started to doodle randomly from the beginning, filling the vacant page with numerous squiggles, hearts, bunnies, cats, and other such creatures as the teacher droned on.
[ sorry; I couldn't think of a way for them to interact, so it's sort of boring. -__- ]
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 19, 2008 23:50:28 GMT
Azuma put his head back. Sheesh, listen to her. All this stuff we're learning, and we'll never use it. Maybe if there was a class on dispelling spirits, or fighting them, I'd actually pay attention...
He gazed at the girl two seats in front of him. He knew her by name, of course. Mirany Kurosaki. But he also knew her family name. The Kurosaki's had apparently lived in Karakura town for a while, before anyone around could remember. The girl annoyed him slightly. She carried herself like a shy wimp. But there was something about her...
He had always been able to sense other's spiritual energy, though Azuma didn't know it was called that. Mirany had a strangely high level, and it was unique. Maybe she was like him...
Nah, she couldn't be like him. A girl like that? Fighting spirits? The thought offended him. He had worked hard to get in the shape he was in, and hone his power. There's no way a scrawny nothing like that could ever be at his level...
But still, he always found an excuse to talk to her. He actually sometimes found her personality refreshing. And when she spoke, he could imagine he had someone to talk to about what he was going through. This particular day, the conversation appeared to be going slow. He threw a paper note, folded into fourths, over her head and onto her desk.
Can I borrow a pencil? It read. He smirked. She knew he didn't do anything in this class, but when he received the pencil, he'd doodle with it for a bit, or write on the desk or the walls. If he got a negative response, well, he'd probably shoot her a dirty look or something, but he didn't mind if she refused. If she did, it was because she didn't have one, or just didn't like him. Either way, he couldn't blame her...
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Post by Mirany Kurosaki on Jun 22, 2008 19:56:18 GMT
Mirany, who had become slightly dazed while doodling and gazing out the window in the midst of a daydream, jumped up slightly in surprise and emitted a small squeak-like sound -- something she did frequently -- as a small piece of paper flew from above her head onto the desk in front of her. She looked to either side of her inconspicuously -- which was sort of stupid, considering on one side of her there was just a wall and some windows -- and then, seeing that none of the people in front of or beside her would pass her a note, glanced surreptitiously behind her while the teacher's back was turned.
The boy who sat behind her, Azuma, was watching her with a somewhat unreadable expression on his face. Then, suddenly, he smirked, the simple gesture of expression confusing her beyond belief. She turned back to her desk and unfolded the note, careful that the paper didn't make too much noise crinkling as she unfolded it, and then read it. In Azuma's somewhat familiar handwriting, Can I borrow a pencil? was written.
She and Azuma passed notes occassionally more than infrequently, and it was usually something about a discussion in class or something random one of them thought up. Or about borrowing a writing utensil, such as in this case. As it was, she wasn't surprised by this note her sent her, just more startled. Beneath his inquiry, she wrote in tiny print, as she always did, Of course. Finding her pencil case in the tote bag beside her desk, she pulled out a pencil, folded up the note into eighths, and placed both on the desk between her and Azuma, sort of as a midpoint, since she wasn't able to reach his desk and throwing it would have most likely ended in a pencil-in-eye scenario or something similar.
Mirany glanced back quickly to make sure he saw it there, and then saw that the same smirk was still planted on his face. Remembering his note -- can I borrow a pencil? -- she wondered why it would make him smirk. But then again, he had always confused her, so she decided it would be best not to dwell on the subject any longer.
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 22, 2008 20:06:44 GMT
Azuma almost laughed. She seemed so confused. He shook his head, and reached over to pick up the pencil. "Azuma Itou? What are you doing?" Came the same harping voice that had called his named earlier. He looked over to Mirany, and back.
"My apologies, of course, instructor." He stood up, and gave a mocking bow, "I was bothering Mirany, while at the same time reaching for my pencil. I had thrown it at her, and, in your apparently blindness, you did not notice..." He chuckled, as the teacher's face shown with rage and embarrassment.
"That's it, son, you're staying after school!" He sighed. "Ma'am, of course. After all, school is the only pleasure in my life, and-"
He cut himself off, as his eyes went to the window. A Hollow. No, better than that, it was humongous. His eyes widened. "I've...I've got to go..." He said, and walked straight out of the room, passing the instructor, who tried to demand an explanation of him.
This thing is huge, but it's not like anyone else is gonna do anything. I'll just have to hope I can hack at it until it falls over like a tree. Plus, with that technique that Quincy taught me, I might actually be able to take it down quick...
He didn't often use the terms he had learned. Hollows, yeah, OK. As if these things needed a name. They were just abominations, evil spirits, here to destroy everything they had worked for. As he walked to his locker, where he kept his sword, he heard some fall in step behind him...
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