Note: this is a story that i have made up in my noggin in which i was trying to make a manga for but i just couldn't. so i hope you enjoy! It is told from Akeno's(my personal favorite) point of view and this may change during each chapter.
The sky was shifting into a light-ness now. the clouds were crowding along the sun's outline and the silloets of dawn were slowy crawling back into thier hiding places untill they may venture out again. Then, something shimmers, bright and brillient as it reflects in the eyes of many wanderers.
I stand ontop the highest building in Lyko, a suburban town not far from Tokyo. The glimmer of the earring fades as the trapped rays of day rise higher into the sky where they shine and domanate like an all-powerful god. My name...is Akeno and - The wind ruffles my dark indigo hair and my jacket flies to the side as i slowly lean forward off the ledge of the building, till i can feel myself fall - I am cursed.
It's only moments later untill i am flying down, the air pushing at my face till my eyes water. I kick a leg upward till i'm falling with my feet toward the ground. The ground rushes up faster and faster and then....the crashing pain in the heals of my feet rattle me even through my heavy combat boots. But i shake away that pain and listen as i hear three other object land and make a small "mew" noise from behind. Damn, I think,even after a fall like that they still fallow me everywhere. And I was so sure this time!
If you haven't figured it out by now, my curse is that i am a Cat Caller; one who calls the cats of the city to him wheather he likes it or not. I never asked for this "gift" as Grandmother Veecee so calmly put it. But, the truth is, it is considered a intense disgrace to be called a Cat Caller. The family i once thought i could love has turned the other way and outcasted me to a place where i will be tortured by the population of cats. I glare out the side of my eyes at the cute white fuzz at my feet who stares up at me and coos it's gentle call. I can't help but see that they are cute, but i hate them. Hate them for fallowing me.
Hate them for calling out to my spirit.
And most inportant...Hate them for choosing me as the new Cat Caller of my generation.
By this point, i am greatly aware of the number of people staring at me and trying their very hardest to avoid eye contact. Probably the best thing about this curse is that i get a lot of room on the bussy subway or crowed streats. I pull up my sleeve and look at my watch and see the hour hand slowly closing in on the 8 on the face of the clock. Oh crap, i think with dread,thanks to them i'm going to be late!!
I take off running down the sidewalk as i hear the scamper of the felines behind me.
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I jump down from the brick wall outside the school and land on my feet on the stone sidewalk, pulling a leaf from my hair in the process. I hear the cats behind me all mew in unision like they sigh together. I grin to myself and walk onto school grounds. the cats know that they cannot fallow me into the school. the last time they tryed that, the large male gray one - the "leader" if you will - got thrown out the second floor window when it swipped at Mr. Gakada, my boring history teacher. I had laughed but couldn't help but feel pity for the creature.
The moment I walk through the wall, all conversation stops and all the annoying fluffy girls and the jock sterotypical guys stare at me as if i was a sideway show freak. No, I'm not but i'm pretty damn close. I walk through the little area that they had made for me and keep my eyes straight. I see Amber - the girl that won't leave me alone - stare at me through the crowd, her cheeks slowy turning a fine shade of pink and when i glance at her, the pink turns deep red and she hides her face in her hands. I don't understand why or how she could like me.With all the rummors that have started about me and how i am outcasted. One person even created a rummor when i first arrived here that I was an outcasted Prince from a royal family in Europe who has been charged with murder, another said i was the son of a high-class buisness man who is off over seas who cannot afford to travel, and the most common: I am some sort of agent in the government who is sneaking around and invetigating. what imaginations children have. I am none of those things.Oh, wait! I am one. I am an Outcast for sure.
"Amber? Amber! Why is your face so utterly red?!" Amber's friend asks, joining herfrom the side. But then she fallows her stare and her eyes land on me.
"It's..." Amber tries to say. "It's...Akeno!" Her voice is but a soft squeal through her hands.
Her friend(whose name i have forgotten) glares at her and says,"You know he's not like the rest of us! So why even bother?!"
I walk past them then and i feela twinge of sadness. not like the rest of us, hih? I think. What a horrible thing to say.
I make my way to my home room seat and sit and stare out the window, wishing for the day to be over.....
Chap.1/end
Hope you liked it!!!! There will be more to come...and pictures too!!!
