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Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any similarity to any actual person, living or dead, or to any actual events, firms and institutions and other entities is coincidental and unintentional. The story is based on Dokyusei written by Nana to which permission to use its plot has been granted by the author. All characters used are the legal property of Marvel and its constituents.
Chapter I : Suddenly Everything Has Changed
With that, she tried to walk faster, swiftly covering the lawn, but as she reached for the trees in the botanical garden, she noted with some surprise that she was not the only one who was late. Leaning on the trunk of one of the larger trees was a boy.
He had on the black uniform just as the rest of the boys did, but his hair was black and he kept it long, to compare with school standards, almost shaggy. He had dark aviator sunglasses on his head and a worn black leather jacket on. He appeared to be sleeping.
Now, Kitty could not say she was a snoop by nature, curiosity killed the cat and all that, but she stopped anyway to take in this rather weird spectacle. The guy had his arms crossed on his chest, his chin tilting down to reach his chest, and his eyes were closed. His black hair whispered gently across his face. He looked so peaceful and still.
‘He really is sleeping!’ Kitty thought, incredulously. ‘Maybe he doesn't know what time it is…’
Stepping forward cautiously, she cleared her throat. "A…excuse me…" she said uncertainly, "erm…like you'd better hurry up or you'll be like late for…"
She stopped when she realized the boy did not appear to have heard her. Standing there, Kitty could not help but feel well, weird. She was trying to be helpful.
‘Never mind,’ she thought, annoyance starting to creep in. She resumed walking, away from the boy. ‘It's bad enough to be late first day of school, there's no way I have to make myself extra late just because I have to go wake some weirdo who's taking a nap this early in the morning!’
Still, she stole a look back at the tree. ‘Who can he possibly be?’ With a shake of her head, she refused to feel guilty about leaving him behind.
- Swing