------ "SON OF A BASTARD!" A swordfight was in front of me, admist all this chaos. The grass was plain grey and dull, not to mention, the strong scent of ashes was floating around, with little specs of dust blurring my vision. "..." 'Tatsuhiko...' Someone said my name. Where? I tried to move, but to no avail. I couldn't... I couldn't even see my arms! Or my legs! As the swordfight continued on with me being forced to watch, I glanced at the corner of my eye to see a dozen more people lined up, almost transparent. Is this what the man called, World Peace? ----- I'll update later. Could be an Action/Drama/Angst and a slight romance and comedy. Hey, I felt like doing something hipster-y.
----- 2012... August, 24 It's been a century since I've stayed here. This is my sixteenth hundred entry, and I am here to report from Tomioko, Japan. The hot springs are delightful, as always, and the highschool students are very... Diligent. Reluctant at times, but nonetheless, they're feisty. Especially that Tatsuhiko guy, yeah. I'm excited by the news of going home, but it's a pity, the fact I will never see them again. I wonder if Tatsuhiko will join me soon. My last entry for today. I welcomed the tingling sensation of the wind blowing against my skin, and I hurried back to bed, planting my face on the pillow, too eager to welcome oblivious bliss. ------ Extremly short.
----- "Isn't it delightful, Delira? Going back home..." "Eh? Oh, right." I smiled at Nero. His optimism made the thought of us going back seem... cheerful. The enthusiastic lad gave me giggles everytime he made a joke concerning the Council and how snobby the High Priests and Priestesses are. "You seem a bit off today, Deliria." "It's just another one of my moody days... Ignore it." "Ew, get your PMS infested cooties awayyyyy from me." He was grinning, and as much as I wanted to slap that smirk off his face, I couldn't. He was too cute, and I didn't want him to cry. "Oh, the feisty warrior has succumbed to my cute façade? Remember, Dee-chan, I might attack you from behind..." His voice was husky and it made me wince. How did he get on my right side?! His breath was tickling my sensitive skin, and I couldn't help but imagine the both of us in... his idea of a... battle. Eugh. "Cut it out, wimp." "Ah. Okay." We were on the bus now, with Nero playing video games and me just reading manga. "... Ah. The world that's revolving around technology.. Pitiful." I flipped a page as he mumbled the words, before taking a bite out of the cookie. It seemed so... awkward, without his enthusiastism. Video games always trigger his moody side. "... Ah! You gave me your PMS infested cooties, Dee-chan! That's it!" I was too indulged in my comic to care. That was, until I put the small cookie treat inside my mouth, Nero planted planted a kiss on my lips. "Gah! Nero! What—" The bittersweet taste of dark chocolate soon left my mouth, with the treat visible on his tongue. "EW EW EW EW EW THAT'S DARK CHOCOLATE EW EW EWWWW! DELIRIA YOUR TASTE IN SWEETS IS HORRIBLE!" Nero spit it out of the window and I smacked him on the head with my now rolled up comic. "Idiot! Could've just asked!" For a senior, he acts like a ten year old... That's what I love about him. "Ah, cut it out, ya sophomore." And it saddens me. I wouldn't be able to graduate, due to the event. ---- ._.
---- Nero was sitting next to me, occasionally snapping his fingers. The little folds of paper randomly appearing on my lap, piling up pissed me off. I glared at Nero before shutting my eyes, mumbling something. Of course, his super sensitive hearing picked up even the slightest sound and he nodded before scribbling on the piece of paper. I was thankful for the fact that the teacher had his back turned from the class. I let out a sigh and dropped my pencil a few minutes later, done with the history quiz. A split second later, Nero had his pencil dropped too. That guy never ceased to amaze me. The teacher quickly turned around before staring at the both of us. He was surprised; Nero, the class clown, had finished with me ten minutes after he had handed out the quizzes. Eh. He turned back, slightly paralyzed. I could feel Nero's intense gaze on me. I frowned at him after I rotated to start a glaring contest, but of course. His back was facing me. I glared at the brown patch of hair he had before turning around and facedesking, alarming the student at the back of me. The teacher was still scribbling Japanese kanji on the chalkboard anyway. No harm done. ----- "Hey, Nero-san! How much did you get on your test?!" "Nero-kuuunnn!!" Another pile of girls surrounding Nero today. I groaned inwardly. My locker was blocked, and I shoulderchecked the few dozen chicks surrounding him, pushing them onto Nero. The remaining five just glared at whoever, pissed at the fact I made a lot of girls fall on their "future-husbands", or the sly vixens tearing at his shirt and jeans. As for me, I just opened the locker carefully and slammed the back of their heads. They were either grateful that they joined the pile of chicks with obsessive disorders, or pissed that their "beautiful" heads have been crushed. Eh. I took the former. After fifteen minutes of groping, molesting, and grappling, a dishelved Nero was behind my back, whispering into my ear. "Ohhhh... Dee-chan got jealous, hmm? Pushing all those beautiful ladies onto me...? Dee-chan," He took a pause, and I felt something much like his tongue licking my earlobe. I grimaced and shut my eyes, too afraid. "don't worries... You'll always be the only one I want." I couldn't breathe, the enclosed space was squishing me! The pressure he put on my back thanks to him leaning on me. The weight immediately fell off my shoulders as Nero calmly walked away, leaving me on the ground, staring at him as he walked down the stairs. But not before he winked at me. ----- BIPOLAR! Just kidding. Ahhh. Nero-san.