Author's Note: I want to rant so badly, but I'll keep this simple. I hate details. I hate writing, and I'm writing this for the people who believe I can actually write. Lies! Who brainwashed you miserable little lambs? I don't know what to write in this chapter, since I barely remember Angel Beats anymore. Firetruck!
Disclaimer: I don't own Angels Beats, I never want to, and Oshitari Kana (I think that was her name) is mine, UNFORTUNATELY.
'Australia' The Shins. Good song. Just saying.
The walk was a mile towards Toleido High School, but the walk itself didn't seem so bad. With every step, Kana busied her mind with as much nonsense as she could. She glanced over to the rose patches at the school's opening gardens.
'Oh look at the flowers! Aren't they so beautiful? To be sparkling with the dim dew resting upon the petals. How adorable!' she giggled to herself, but internally, Kana weighed a heavy sigh.
'Beautiful flowers? What is she thinking?' the smile curved downwards as she rolled her eyes at the idiotic opinion. Kana stepped towards the outside corridors of the school and rested upon one of the many linear white pillars supporting the massive buildings.
The anger Kana felt raised. 'Stupid school, stupid people, stupid world! How could anyone accept the ignorance of others? No, the people were ignorant themselves!' She glared at an individual water bottle lying about. The ballistic teen flared at the sight of litter also, stomping towards the plastic bottle and gritting her teeth. Presently, the now repressed empty drink was gripped deathly in her hand, ready to be flung into the nearest recycle bin (go recycling!).
She irked a slight sneer. 'I'd love to kill the person who did this,' Kana's eyes narrowed with the malicious grin quickly replacing her previous frown.
'A slow death would do it, yes, with a knife to slowly cu-'
"Would you please shut the hell up!" demanded a nearby voice.
Kana stammered in her thoughts and looked towards the direction of the audible voice. The scent of a cigarette caught her attention. A boyish teen around her age stood before her, wearing a dark navy imitation of military attire, with a loosely tightened tie underneath the light blazer, and a buttoned officer hat veiling his medium-short beryl hair and slender pale face. The person's eyes gleamed of a cadaverous, chartreuse hue that stared sternly into Kana's eyes, with his lustrous lips pursed tightly in an inauspicious manner.
She stared questionably at the boy. "What?"
The anonymous teen flicked his cigarette into the shabby bushes and spit out a curse. "I said, would you please shut the hell up! Your thoughts are too f***in' noisy!" Another cuss slipped out of his mouth before rubbing his temples in frustrations.
The girl doesn't know the troubles he goes through! Having to wake up to the inconsequential cogitations of his neighbors, and leaving early to destinations to avoid the thoughts of others, and to later deal with more until he falls asleep, later to be forced to 'watch' through residing residents' dreams.
The audacity of the challenges he goes through daily! To come to school two hours early, and yet there was already a person mindlessly wandering around, ranting nonsense at this time of hour!
Oshitari Kana continued to gaze at the teen in confusion. She didn't recall speaking out loud.
"I said your f***ing thoughts, you mindless bastard! Poseidon (1)! Girls are the worst f***ing piece of s*** Zeus (1) could ever bring down to this hell! Stupid retard!" the teen's explosion made Kana jump back. She frantically sputtered words to come out of her mouth, heeding the outraged boy's words and declared any words to be audible rather than be clammed into her pessimistic mind.
"How are you reading my mind? Who are you? Why are you smoking?" Deep breaths helped the crazed teen distract herself from committing any further thoughts.
The boy chuckled to himself. The hat lifted as he scuffled his hair.
"The name's Ayato Naoi. How can I read your mind? I just can, and the same goes for smoking," he stretched his hand towards the feminine protagonist (2). "Nice to meet you..."
"Oshitari Kana." stammered the second-year. She gave a quick glance at Ayato, but dared to speak or think.
"Good to see you then, Kana." Naoi gave a slight smile, gazing at her for a few moments. 'She's not too bad looking, though she really has to stop the bitching.'
Kana's face reddened at the sight of Naoi's glance. Oh! The embarrassment of having Ayato stare at me! Wait, embarrassment? Since when was this something to be wary of?
The thoughts were overheard by him too, and flushing a deep rose-colored pigment.
'Butterflies? What could this mean?'
Ayato perked into a serious stance and stuttered in words.
"I-I-I'll see you around, Kana!" hurrying towards the nearest indoor entrance (3).
She looked at the boy dash into the school and sighed once again, having a more melancholy feel to it than the previous one. She slumped again towards the ivory pillars.
'Ayato Naoi was his name? He's so mysterious...' she trailed off into her deep thoughts. 'Wow, but to be telepathic? That's pretty awesome.' Kana visualized Naoi's face once again, seeing his illuminated face directly before his leave. The sea green eyes were so enchanting. Her eyes dimmed at the picture. The new transfer student is surely to make the second semester of school a lot more interesting, especially when he's a cutie! She chuckled an innocent laugh.
The boy was distant enough from Kana to avoid anymore thoughts. His heart, too, pounded of heavy, quick beats. Ayato was unsure whether this came from the running or from the confusing feelings directed towards the girl.
'Oshitari Kana?' he breathed. 'She's sure to be an interesting person to look at during the time I'm here. I wonder how long it's going to take me to get expelled...' he pondered. Piercing blue eyes mentally appeared, with the stubby blond-haired face facing towards him. The nude pink lips were inviting, as they curved into an angelic smile.
'But then again, it wouldn't be so bad to stay here either.' Ayato grabbed another cigarette before heading down the halls to his locker.
1) Dem Greek Gods. Gotta love 'em.
2) I started to run out of synonyms. I also used 'teen' and 'boy' too much. D: Review to help the bad writer please!
3) He just got to the school...well he was at the school already to talk to the principal? But how did he know his way around so quickly? Why did the principal suddenly call Ayato up when he was roaming around? No principal would call up their students two hours prior to school to get them to have a quick talk. See, I don't even understand my own writing. People never question the weird things that happen in other people's works either...
I hate details. I really do. TT_TT Still, please give advice on how to detail this more? I wrote this at 2am...it's 3am now. Heck, I write everything 2-6am in the morning. No joke, boredom sets in? Hurrr
Rate, review, troll, everything goes into my spam on my alternate e-mail, so I never actually see them! Oh, I'm so bad...
Useless notes: I spent time on this! Hooray! But I didn't look over my work! Boo! If I hate details, I'm sure to not look back at my work. So basically, the process is (from greatest to least since FF doesn't accept special characters!) Editing, Details, Writing, Brainstorming. The greater meaning the lower the probability I'll actually do it. Writing would already be at 20%. I'm a dreamer, not a writer. _ Blah blah blah, all this hate I have inside of me. Isn't it strange to have two protagonists who are always hot-headed? You'd think of shoujos (Girly mangas? Did I get the term wrong?) having that handsome man and innocent stupid girl. I've already raged enough from Vampire Knight and Fruits Basket. I'm sorry, RAGE. RAGE! Eventually, Kana will have to be nice, and so will Ayato, because lovers have to have a soft spot for each other, but they can get as frustrated as they can with each other after that. Whoa, I defrag my computer and the used space increases by 4%? What does THIS mean? I've always wondered about this one fanfic writer. When she's doing her author's notes and everything, her grammar and writing is so different! She talks in texting-like jargon and it's so carefree, then when she's writing her fanfic, her writing is like...Steinbeck. I know, "Hey, gurl! No one can be like Steinbeck! Stfu!". Yeah, I know, but still, the writing's amazing. It surprises me how her variety of writing changes so quickly...I lost her story I was reading. Hurr durrrr. I promised myself I would play Sims, but I was so caught up in raging whether I would write this or not, and I was watching Vocaloid videos. I get so distracted easily. I don't know...yeah. Seriously. I don't know. It's 3:25 in the morning. Would I know what to say? My brain is mush compared to when I was writing. Well...it was mush then too. Like I explained before, don't expect much from me. You wanted my crappy writing, you got it. Lunch is on the house, dawg! "Bleh! What is this crap?" Our signature dish. 8)
TL;DR: RAGE AT WRITING AT 3AM