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By: Inuki **Ookami**
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Mitsuhiro could smell the salt
of the blood, he could hear the others around him giving almost silent shocked
gasps, or scared cries. This time the figure managed to get close to him.
Once more he raised the knife, Mitsuhiro kneed him in the stomach, and he
fell to the ground once more. This time one of the figure around him jumped
at him, he raised a hand, and caught the figure in mid-air, then sent him
flying into a wall. The other two or three figures went running off, and the
two that lay hurt stumbled off as quickly as the could. Mitsuhiro felt angry,
he was mostly angry at Kaleb. He had not only beaten him down at everything,
but he had also lied, tried to make it all better by putting the blame on
their teacher, their general, who they didn't even know very well yet. He
seethed with rage and fury. It had felt good to release some, and now he felt
calmed. He walked out onto an empty street, streetlights lit it, and a few
store's were lit up, even fewer were open. Not a single vehicle moved down
the street as he walked down it. Suddenly a couple of bubbles floated down,
as if it were a dream he looked at them, and stepped towards them. He could
see his reflection in them. He couldn't recognize himself. In fact, it wasn't
he who was in the bubble! It was the blood stained girl! He quickly snatched
the bubble, popping it angrily, but more and more floated down. He began popping
them, but there were too many, and it over-whelmed him. Suddenly he realized
how silly he must have looked, and how stupid he felt. After all, they were
only pink bubbles, they couldn't hurt him.
Back in the room Kaleb sat
on the bed thinking sadly to himself. He rubbed his still sore cheek. He thought
of what had happened in the cafeteria that day. As Kaleb sat down at the almost
empty table Mitsuhiro looked up.
"What do you want?" muttered Mitsuhiro in a low, angry tone.
"Mitsuhiro, I know you're angry but-" Kaleb was cut off.
"Of course I'm angry!" Mitsuhiro turned red in the face, suddenly
he was raising his fist, and in a fast of a matter of seconds he had punched
Kaleb right in the face. Kaleb didn't turn red and scream at him, he didn't
collapse, in a crying fit either. He just stood up, and walked away. Mitsuhiro
knew immediately that what he had done was wrong. No matter how angry he was
Kaleb was his roommate, and his friend. Kaleb was always looking out for him,
making sure that they didn't get into trouble, sure it got slightly annoying,
but it was sometimes better to be safe than sorry, it wasn't always worth
the risk. Plus the American had done allot of things over the years that he
didn't want to do at all. Like, talking to the fan club of girls, giving away
his jacket, spending a day with the girls, snuck around the building at night,
helped rig the water-fountain, kept the security guard in the prison busy,
he also covered up for allot of the things Mitsuhiro had done, saying someone
else must have done them. And the instructors, teachers, and adults believe
him, because the boy was trustworthy.
Kaleb sat there thinking. He was worried about where Mitsuhiro was, this late at night, what if the general came in? Or worse, the head? Wait, why should he care about Mitsuhiro anyways? That guy was a real jerk, and he couldn't even see the truth. How thick was he? Another thing he didn't like about this company, the head guy. He was beyond creepy. Why was he copying the boy's own style? Was he trying to scare the two boys? Or was it a freak coincidence that they looked so alike, and wore similar clothing? The only big differences were the age and the attitude. Kaleb sighed as he waited for Mitsuhiro to return through the window. He waited, and worried, and waited, and worried some more. Eventually it was so late that he fell asleep. In his sleep a white feather floated in through the window, and landed on his chest, a soft wind blew in, and the feather bounced up in the air current, and flipped onto his hand, it was just one feather in the world out of hundreds.
