|Songs of Ikebukuro
Author: Messenger-Tenshi-chan PM
She thought she could run away, and escape to the fairy-tale like city. But, she didn't keep her eyes open to see the darkness swarming in, and kept to her little fantasy. Only when she opened her eyes did she realize that her dream was truly a nightmare.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Masaomi K. & Izaya O. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,222 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-28-11 - Published: 12-27-11 - id: 7680895
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My dark, dull emerald colored eyes scanned the dark gray horizon, only stopping to blink when the rain got too fierce for them to deal with it in my face. A small sigh escaped my lips as I crossed my arms and kicked back to relax against the concrete wall of the bus station.
I was bored... No, I was beyond bored. Suddenly I had just up and left my home in the main district of Tokyo, with only a duffle bag of my favorite stuff to carry on my person. So at the moment, I had no home, no food, and very little money on me. The train ride from my house had left me abandoned on the streets, but I felt it was all worth it already. Even with the wind and rain pelting down on me, and my clothes soaked through to the bone, I stood still and stared at the sky. Of course, I didn't mind it all with a form of self of defense on myself, my favorite black Swiss army knife in my left hand, sharpening the white switch blade in my dominant right hand.
"Son of a bitch..."
The slick sharp blade slipped, nicked my wrist and cut across my open palm. It wasn't anything I wasn't used to, but it still stung like hell with the grip I had on the other knife. I didn't just leave Tokyo to be nobody; I came to Ikebukuro to become somebody, someone important. Even if it wasn't here, I didn't give a damn about where I was, as long as I wasn't back at that hell house I was forced to call home.
Ikebukuro was dangerous, as someone once told me long before I had ran away to the area, and walking at night alone, or in my case, standing still, was a death wish in the city limits. But I'm a risk-taker, and this was just another one of the risks to add to my list.
"Better get walking."
I shuffled my bag over my shoulder and pushed off the wall, heading out into the freezing rain that poured from the dark gray cloudy skies. Coming out from under the concrete canopy, I was met by a blast of ice-cold rain and wind, which sent my hair flying in every direction. Instinctively, I shivered, because my only layer of protection from the weather was my already soaked black hoodie. However, I wasn't going to complain. I had gotten myself into this mess, and I was going to pull myself out of it, or die trying.
"When was the last time I saw something besides the city? I don't think I've ever been outside of a city. I want to see the country-side"
I looked up at the sky; my long light brown hair fell to my shoulders and curled up. Even my usually vibrant eyes were dulled by the dark dank landscape that surrounded me.
To be quite frank, it was depressing.
Cars passed me on the highway, splashing me with more cold rain and thick mud. By now, I had given up using my jacket to cover myself, and had thrown it over my duffel bag to protect my valuables a little bit more.
Walking along the side of the highway in the middle of the night was already taking a toll on my weak body. Quickly my lungs compressed together, making me cough loudly, and I shivered again.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the weak feeling that was already taking over my body. Besides, it was only 2:00 a.m. I hadn't been away for more than two hours, which wasn't enough time for my parents to find me missing from my bedroom.
"I'm never going back."
I looked up at the sky, the raindrops streaming down my face like tears, and it gave my weak, torn, depressing look much more emotion. I kind of felt like I was getting somewhere, but nowhere at the same time. So far, I had gotten a long way, but I was already getting to my breaking point. But I had already made up my mind, and I was never turning back.
So, I picked my sorry ass up, and continued to trudge on through the rain and through the city.
A/N: Well, I know most people don't like OC fics, but for now... I don't care. I'm having fun writing, and I appreciate who ever reads this. If you review, I thank you very much. If you don't... oh well.