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[Original] New Beginnings: Chapter Five
Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it? In any case, this is sorta kinda filler, but it does drive character development. n__n; I love the relationships between my mages and their former friends, so if you're interested in seeing the drama unfold, go ahead and read.
Title: Chapter Five - Tying the Bonds
Fandom: Original [refences to TMM at the end, but can be changed around easily]
Summary: The group's becoming closer, all right - but not everyone is happy with these new changes.
Claimer: Yes, everything in here is mine. <3 Got itmemorized?
“Hey, Mizuhara-san. What’s that supposed to be of?”
Art class was always a blast for the eighth-graders at Hoshizen. Daisuke managed a grin as he looked over at his friend, his paintbrush dripping with red paint held up in mid-air.
Minoru shrugged. “Not quite sure yet. I just hope it won’t be anything unrecognizable, you know?”
“It can always be abstract,” The blond next to them interjected. “I don’t think the Professor would mind too much…”
Minoru tilted his head to the side. “Really, Takaishi-san? If so, then this piece may have some hope after all.”
Kyr grinned. “Yeah, it just might. Don’t know if I can say the same for mine…”
“What the heck are you talking about, Takaishi? You know you’re ten times better than we are; no contest.”
The blond laughed, trying to muffle it by covering it with his free hand. It seemed he couldn’t help it; the others in the room joined in the laughter, much to Kyr’s own surprise.
Daisuke just shook his head lightly, returning his focus back to the unfinished painting in front of him.
All classes seemed to function in this manner at Hoshizen these days; everyone was smiling, bubbling with joy, even, and the time spent with the teachers seemingly became shorter than usual.
In short, school life was as close to perfect as it could get.
Since the door of the art room was open, the students could hear outside chatter (though one did have to wonder how they could hear it above their own voices).
If one were to look outside at the moment, he or she would probably find three sixth-graders walking out from the computer lab, idly chattering about something or another.
One of them, a red-haired girl, would grin and throw back a question to the other redhead (a guy).
He would respond, always with a ‘yerf’ at the end; it was as if he was imitating some animal, though no one quite knew which one (or even if it was an imitation). It was true, then: the group of six was becoming closer than they had been in days past.
That should be a good thing, right?
The group was smiling.
They were chatting (almost to the point where they literally could be “Chatty Cathies”) whenever they could.
The Star Six had made its first step.
Behind them, two teens walked somberly; their iron feet pounded heavily with each step.
“I could strangle Professor Takahashi for that stupid assignment,” One muttered to the other.
The other, a black-haired teen, shrugged in reply. “Why do you care? Your group was pretty decent.”
“Kagemori-kun, that’s not the point,” The first retorted, brushing back her blonde hair. “The point is that because of this stupid assignment, my council lost an important member for the Angel Council.”
Kaijou laughed. “You’re still mad about the deal with Takaishi, aren’t you? Takaishi isn’t even fully angel – some say he was fused with it, or he could possibly be only an eighth. It’s nothing serious.”
“How could you be so… so happy about this whole deal? You know most of the angels don’t attend co-ed schools like Hoshizen – most usually attend Phantasy or MizuUni!”
Again, Kaijou kept that grin. “Angelique-san,” He began, struggling to keep his voice from breaking into laughter. “Like I said earlier, it’s nothing serious. He may be an upperclassman, but he still wouldn’t have time with the councils. I checked with Kinomiya – he joined the school band to play the drums, and he does basketball.”
She pouted. “Kagemori-kun…”
“I’d call anger management,” He pointed out. “Besides, it’s even rare that someone as supercilious as you would talk to a demon like me…”
“…..You’re a demon?”
Kaijou stared at her, blinking. “Wow. That’s not every day that I see Angelique-san act so ditzy.”
“Why, you…..”
He laughed, walking off. “You what?”
“I’ll get you for that, you hear me?”
Oh, but Kaijou had walked off long before she had made that remark. Angelique sighed, crossing her arms.
“But I’m still mad about Takaishi. What to do, what to do…?”
The bell rang; she looked up at the clock. Was it time for that class already..?
*
“Ari-chan!”
Shikari looked up from her books at the person standing next to her. Blinking, she smiled. “Oh, hey, Kir-kun.”
He grinned. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s up?”
“Well,” She began. Her sentence wasn’t finished for a while, though, as she watched Hikari and Shuugo talk among themselves as they passed her in the hall.
Kir’s eyes followed her gaze, smiling slightly as he realized what was going on. “Ah… you’ve been hanging out with your group, right?”
She laughed. “Yeah… I’m sorry, Kir-kun. I didn’t mean to ignore you, Kemi-senpai, or Jules-chan…”
“It’s… fine. I mean, you’re still with us after school and all….”
“Are you… jealous?”
He blinked, looking away. “No. Why would I be jealous, Ari-chan?”
“You’re not making eye contact with me,” She pointed out. “Be… besides, I didn’t mean to. If you want me to, I can definitely start hanging out with you more!”
“Heh,” He laughed slightly. “Same as always. That’s a good thing, Ari-chan. Don’t change for me, okay?”
As he walked away, the girl tilted her head to the side. “Don’t change? What the heck does he mean by that?”
*
Was there actually someone that still didn’t like the idea of hanging out with new people?
Not many people actually were in the class that had assigned groups like the Star Six (heck, it was the only class where random grades in middle school got together), sure, but Daisuke was sure that everyone was over the initial shock by now.
Two weeks had passed. That had to be enough time to realize that they were stuck as they were, and that if they didn’t want to get along, fine. But they were going to fall the class.
“Dai! I missed you!”
Daisuke looked up from his cell phone at the newcomer. “Hey, Mariko. What’s up?”
The girl sat down beside him, brushing back her jet-black hair. “Not much… Kai and I were thinking about taking in a movie on Friday night with you, Hika, and Kaji. But you’ve been busy these past few weekends, so…”
He sighed. “I know. Hika-chan and I have been trying to know the people in our group, so we’ve been spending time with them these past weekends. I can definitely attend your concert tomorrow, but not much else.”
“I see,” Mariko noted. “I forgot you were part of the experiment, as they call it. Hey, don’t worry about it! You’ll get to see me live on Saturday…. That’s all that really matters.”
“You sure?”
“…..Yeah,” She finally said, rising from her position. “Besides, your new buds aren’t coming, right?”
Daisuke wasn’t too sure about that. After all, he had bought only two tickets (or rather, Mariko had thrust them in his hands). They would like to see her perform, wouldn’t they…?
“I don’t know,” He finally admitted. “But you know what? I think they’ll probably have plans. It’ll be okay.”
“I hope you’re right,” She said. “I… miss hanging out. Just the five of us.”
As she left, Daisuke returned to his phone. However, her words wouldn’t leave his mind. Was it true, then? Because of this class, he was pushing away his old friends for the new…?
Closing his cell, he then leaned back against the tree. Dai rubbed his temples, muttering to himself, “How the heck am I going to take care of this…? I’ve obviously been neglecting my friends… but what about my new ones? They’re going to feel bad, aren’t they…?”
“Dai-kun? You okay?”
Her voice was easy to tell apart from the crowd. Smiling, Dai let the girl wrap her arms around his waist.
“Not really, Hika-chan. But… I’ll live.”
She brushed back his bangs; he could have sworn he saw her frown for just a split second. “You’ll live? I don’t like to hear you say that, Dai-kun. What are you worried about?”
“The groups… it’s been pushing Kaji, Kaitou, and Mariko away from us, Hika-chan.”
“Really? If they were true-blue friends, they’d understand. I mean, we weren’t making new friends on purpose, right?”
That made some sense to Dai. Nodding, the redhead smiled at his girlfriend. “I see,” He finally said. “Thanks for cheering me up, Hika-chan.”
“No problem,” She replied, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “But we’d better go. Class’ll start soon.”
As the two left for their next class hand-in-hand, Dai couldn’t help but notice how fresh everything looked. Was that the result of having a heavy weight disappear from the front of his mind?
He didn’t know. In any case, life would be okay for a little bit longer. It had to be…
Title: Chapter Five - Tying the Bonds
Fandom: Original [refences to TMM at the end, but can be changed around easily]
Summary: The group's becoming closer, all right - but not everyone is happy with these new changes.
Claimer: Yes, everything in here is mine. <3 Got it
“Hey, Mizuhara-san. What’s that supposed to be of?”
Art class was always a blast for the eighth-graders at Hoshizen. Daisuke managed a grin as he looked over at his friend, his paintbrush dripping with red paint held up in mid-air.
Minoru shrugged. “Not quite sure yet. I just hope it won’t be anything unrecognizable, you know?”
“It can always be abstract,” The blond next to them interjected. “I don’t think the Professor would mind too much…”
Minoru tilted his head to the side. “Really, Takaishi-san? If so, then this piece may have some hope after all.”
Kyr grinned. “Yeah, it just might. Don’t know if I can say the same for mine…”
“What the heck are you talking about, Takaishi? You know you’re ten times better than we are; no contest.”
The blond laughed, trying to muffle it by covering it with his free hand. It seemed he couldn’t help it; the others in the room joined in the laughter, much to Kyr’s own surprise.
Daisuke just shook his head lightly, returning his focus back to the unfinished painting in front of him.
All classes seemed to function in this manner at Hoshizen these days; everyone was smiling, bubbling with joy, even, and the time spent with the teachers seemingly became shorter than usual.
In short, school life was as close to perfect as it could get.
Since the door of the art room was open, the students could hear outside chatter (though one did have to wonder how they could hear it above their own voices).
If one were to look outside at the moment, he or she would probably find three sixth-graders walking out from the computer lab, idly chattering about something or another.
One of them, a red-haired girl, would grin and throw back a question to the other redhead (a guy).
He would respond, always with a ‘yerf’ at the end; it was as if he was imitating some animal, though no one quite knew which one (or even if it was an imitation). It was true, then: the group of six was becoming closer than they had been in days past.
That should be a good thing, right?
The group was smiling.
They were chatting (almost to the point where they literally could be “Chatty Cathies”) whenever they could.
The Star Six had made its first step.
Behind them, two teens walked somberly; their iron feet pounded heavily with each step.
“I could strangle Professor Takahashi for that stupid assignment,” One muttered to the other.
The other, a black-haired teen, shrugged in reply. “Why do you care? Your group was pretty decent.”
“Kagemori-kun, that’s not the point,” The first retorted, brushing back her blonde hair. “The point is that because of this stupid assignment, my council lost an important member for the Angel Council.”
Kaijou laughed. “You’re still mad about the deal with Takaishi, aren’t you? Takaishi isn’t even fully angel – some say he was fused with it, or he could possibly be only an eighth. It’s nothing serious.”
“How could you be so… so happy about this whole deal? You know most of the angels don’t attend co-ed schools like Hoshizen – most usually attend Phantasy or MizuUni!”
Again, Kaijou kept that grin. “Angelique-san,” He began, struggling to keep his voice from breaking into laughter. “Like I said earlier, it’s nothing serious. He may be an upperclassman, but he still wouldn’t have time with the councils. I checked with Kinomiya – he joined the school band to play the drums, and he does basketball.”
She pouted. “Kagemori-kun…”
“I’d call anger management,” He pointed out. “Besides, it’s even rare that someone as supercilious as you would talk to a demon like me…”
“…..You’re a demon?”
Kaijou stared at her, blinking. “Wow. That’s not every day that I see Angelique-san act so ditzy.”
“Why, you…..”
He laughed, walking off. “You what?”
“I’ll get you for that, you hear me?”
Oh, but Kaijou had walked off long before she had made that remark. Angelique sighed, crossing her arms.
“But I’m still mad about Takaishi. What to do, what to do…?”
The bell rang; she looked up at the clock. Was it time for that class already..?
“Ari-chan!”
Shikari looked up from her books at the person standing next to her. Blinking, she smiled. “Oh, hey, Kir-kun.”
He grinned. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s up?”
“Well,” She began. Her sentence wasn’t finished for a while, though, as she watched Hikari and Shuugo talk among themselves as they passed her in the hall.
Kir’s eyes followed her gaze, smiling slightly as he realized what was going on. “Ah… you’ve been hanging out with your group, right?”
She laughed. “Yeah… I’m sorry, Kir-kun. I didn’t mean to ignore you, Kemi-senpai, or Jules-chan…”
“It’s… fine. I mean, you’re still with us after school and all….”
“Are you… jealous?”
He blinked, looking away. “No. Why would I be jealous, Ari-chan?”
“You’re not making eye contact with me,” She pointed out. “Be… besides, I didn’t mean to. If you want me to, I can definitely start hanging out with you more!”
“Heh,” He laughed slightly. “Same as always. That’s a good thing, Ari-chan. Don’t change for me, okay?”
As he walked away, the girl tilted her head to the side. “Don’t change? What the heck does he mean by that?”
Was there actually someone that still didn’t like the idea of hanging out with new people?
Not many people actually were in the class that had assigned groups like the Star Six (heck, it was the only class where random grades in middle school got together), sure, but Daisuke was sure that everyone was over the initial shock by now.
Two weeks had passed. That had to be enough time to realize that they were stuck as they were, and that if they didn’t want to get along, fine. But they were going to fall the class.
“Dai! I missed you!”
Daisuke looked up from his cell phone at the newcomer. “Hey, Mariko. What’s up?”
The girl sat down beside him, brushing back her jet-black hair. “Not much… Kai and I were thinking about taking in a movie on Friday night with you, Hika, and Kaji. But you’ve been busy these past few weekends, so…”
He sighed. “I know. Hika-chan and I have been trying to know the people in our group, so we’ve been spending time with them these past weekends. I can definitely attend your concert tomorrow, but not much else.”
“I see,” Mariko noted. “I forgot you were part of the experiment, as they call it. Hey, don’t worry about it! You’ll get to see me live on Saturday…. That’s all that really matters.”
“You sure?”
“…..Yeah,” She finally said, rising from her position. “Besides, your new buds aren’t coming, right?”
Daisuke wasn’t too sure about that. After all, he had bought only two tickets (or rather, Mariko had thrust them in his hands). They would like to see her perform, wouldn’t they…?
“I don’t know,” He finally admitted. “But you know what? I think they’ll probably have plans. It’ll be okay.”
“I hope you’re right,” She said. “I… miss hanging out. Just the five of us.”
As she left, Daisuke returned to his phone. However, her words wouldn’t leave his mind. Was it true, then? Because of this class, he was pushing away his old friends for the new…?
Closing his cell, he then leaned back against the tree. Dai rubbed his temples, muttering to himself, “How the heck am I going to take care of this…? I’ve obviously been neglecting my friends… but what about my new ones? They’re going to feel bad, aren’t they…?”
“Dai-kun? You okay?”
Her voice was easy to tell apart from the crowd. Smiling, Dai let the girl wrap her arms around his waist.
“Not really, Hika-chan. But… I’ll live.”
She brushed back his bangs; he could have sworn he saw her frown for just a split second. “You’ll live? I don’t like to hear you say that, Dai-kun. What are you worried about?”
“The groups… it’s been pushing Kaji, Kaitou, and Mariko away from us, Hika-chan.”
“Really? If they were true-blue friends, they’d understand. I mean, we weren’t making new friends on purpose, right?”
That made some sense to Dai. Nodding, the redhead smiled at his girlfriend. “I see,” He finally said. “Thanks for cheering me up, Hika-chan.”
“No problem,” She replied, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “But we’d better go. Class’ll start soon.”
As the two left for their next class hand-in-hand, Dai couldn’t help but notice how fresh everything looked. Was that the result of having a heavy weight disappear from the front of his mind?
He didn’t know. In any case, life would be okay for a little bit longer. It had to be…