This story is made according to first-person view. Just something different I wanted to try out to see how many people enjoy this rather than stories based on third-person views, since there weren't many stories based on first-person.
The Start of Miracles
Chapter 1: Monsters?
Hello there. My name's Hiroto Kiyoshi. I'm eleven years old, and I live in the Kiyoshi mansion in central Tokyo. Yes, Tokyo as in Tokyo, Japan. Just because I'm from Japanese heritage doesn't mean I don't know any English. I have red hair with a single strand of it streaking across my face, curving to the left.
Ever since a few months ago, I've enrolled in Saikou High School, a place where everyone is expected to excel or get expelled. And I mean everyone, even those with problems. This must've been part of their insane motto "We present only the best!". Yeah, the best headaches, maybe.
Do I have problems? Yeah, you can say that.
Other than the fact that I have a knack for escaping trouble, I'm also a very unlucky kid. For instance, at the start of the year, the school organized a get-together party at a museum. Sound boring? It is. Most Saikou trips are rumoured to be so. There weren't any drinks or food, just tons of arts and crafts preserved from ancient times, or so the brochure said.
On our way there, the bus tire flattened. We had to walk there. In the museum, I played dominoes with an entire room of life-sized statues. But I didn't get in trouble with the guards or the manager, which was the good part. But the bad news? I got in even bigger trouble when I told my brother what happened.
It's now March, and the school organized yet another field trip. It was to be in three days' time. This time it was to the beach. For once I felt excited to go. For once I was going on something that wasn't pure torture. For once I would be able to kick back and relax. And most unbelievably, for once I would not be able to go. I had tuition. As if the school doesn't bombard us with enough work.
I was hoping to get my brother and sister's permission for the trip. They were 'Lord and Lady of the House' ever since my parents moved to America to work. Most people think that having a brother or sister in-charge would be great. They're wrong. It's like a prison. Don't do this, don't do that, trust me, it's worse than having parents around. You'll get what I mean.
I got down the bus from yet another dreaded day at Saikou, and I needed a rest. I stood, looking at the towering mansion before me. Out in the gardens, the grass has been neatly cut for anyone wanting soccer practice. The flowers had been arranged neatly so that it looked like a rainbow when looked at from above. High above. The bushes were trimmed nicely so that they resembled statues.
I pushed open the gate. If you haven't been doing this for a few years, you wouldn't be able to budge it. I went in and immediately froze in my tracks. My twin sister, Yuki was sitting at the dining table, eating her lunch, and taking a small portion of mine. Okay, a huge portion. About three quarters of mine. What happened to her diet plan?
I tried edging around the mansion to get to the back door. I would rather cross a narrow gap filled with thorns and bushes than confront my annoying sister. To all those people who think that having a twin is wonderful, take that back. But not all are that bad, so keep on wishing for a twin sister. Just not one like mine. You'll see how bad she is soon.
Before I could reach for the door again, she called. "Hiroto!"
I knew my day would become ten times worse. "Yes?" I asked politely, knowing fully-well that Yuki was the favourite of my brother and sister. I didn't know for what reason, but they were pretty much just caring about Yuki. Me? Forget about it.
"Grab me some orange juice, this steak is too dry," she complained.
"Grab it yourself, the refrigerator isn't more than two feet from you," I retorted. I was kind of angry at her. She took my steak and asked me to serve her. What did I look like? A waiter? "And what happened to you and your balanced eating? You're literally digesting a whole cow."
"Hiroto, just do it," a voice came from behind me.
I'd recognize that voice anywhere. My sister, Mai, came up behind me. She had brown hair, and green eyes. She wore a white shirt underneath a blue mini-jacket, if there was such a thing. Her jeans were dark blue with white tennis shoes. I could tell she was going to her school to practice tennis with her friends.
I sighed in despair. Was anyone in this house on my side? I walked towards the refrigerator, and as I passed Yuki, she gave a small yelp.
"Ouch! Hiroto pinched my back!" she cried. Liar.
"Hiroto!" Mai yelled. I knew the next ten minutes wouldn't be pretty.
I grabbed the juice and set it in front of Yuki, before standing in front of Mai again. She gave me a lecture on being nicer to people, being kinder to my family and so on. Like she knew anything. Was she even kind to me? Nope, not a single time in my life after I turned, I mean, after me and Yuki turned five.
At the end of her ten minute lecture, she said, "Go to your room and think about what you've done."
I slumped up the stairs. I saw Rinji, my brother, sitting in his study room, working on some sort of project that the school might have given him. On normal occasions, I would just pass his study and walk to my room, put down my bag, and sort of emo there all day. On other occasions, I would put my bag down and hang out with my friends, which didn't consist of Yuki.
But this time it was different. This time I really wanted to go on that field trip. Scratch that thought. I really needed to go on that field trip. I think the last time I enjoyed myself was... two years ago when I was out with my friends to a McDonald's branch for lunch.
I confronted Rinji, who didn't look up. "Brother," I said.
He had spiky brown hair, and I could tell he was very friendly, just not to me. Like Mai, he wore a black shirt underneath a blue jacket. His jeans were dark blue, and he had black shoes on. The type he wore when we were going out for soccer practice. Yes, we, not he. I was somewhat the captain for the soccer team in Saikou High School. He was kind of our coach.
"What?" he asked me, giving a small smile, before turning back to his work, whatever that was.
"My school has this trip to the beach, and I was wondering-" Rinji cut me off before I could finish.
See? He's a very friendly guy. He heard my request. But just not to me. That's why he said no. Just then, I heard footsteps coming from the staircase. I was afraid it was Mai, wanting to tell my ear off again, so I quickly scrambled to my bedroom and slumped on the bed, unaware that the bag was making my bag a little uncomfortable.
"Rinji!" She called. "My class is having this big beach outing, so can I go?"
"Sure," he said cheerfully. Why didn't I get that type of attention?
That night, I realized that there was only one way I could get on that outing. Sweet-talking would fail. Force might work, but my brother wasn't called the athletics champion for nothing, even though he didn't have many muscles. I had to escape my tuition classes. Sure I'll have my head bitten off by Rinji when I get back, but that happens every day.
The two days passed by quickly. Wednesday and Thursday. I went through the same routine day after day. Go to school, complete assignments, go home, do something for Yuki, get scolded by Mai, go out for soccer practice (though I could only practice within the gardens, Rinji wouldn't let me out with the team until Saturdays).
When the school ended, I was supposed to go to the tuition centre for my English tuition classes. Instead, I joined my friends, Lance, Dylan, Yuna and Minnie, at the bus stop. When I got there, they were already chatting away happily, wishing that they could stay at the beach for more than just a day. Then, Lance spotted me, and welcomed me.
Lance was a very friendly guy, and no matter who he came across, he could make friends with them with ease. He had black hair that curved slightly away from his forehead, showing off his black eyes. He wore a white shirt underneath a light-blue half-zipped jacket. He also wore grey jean with matching greyish white sneakers.
Dylan had messy brown hair. He wore a white shirt with red stripes, and blue shorts that reached beneath his knees. His shirt was tucked out, giving him a more 'cool' look. I could tell he came through the muddy shortcut because he was half-sweating and his white shoes were also splattered with mud.
Yuna had her black hair tied up into a ponytail in the back, with a few strands of hair falling down by her sides, framing her face. She wore a blue shirt with the words Lovely Girl imprinted on the front. She also wore light blue jeans and blue shoes. What is with this girl and the colour blue, anyway? Must be her favourite colour, I guess.
Minnie also had her short black hair tied up as well. She wore a pink shirt with a flower design on it, and she wore light blue jeans (as well) with pink sneakers. Pink here and there. Believe it or not, Minnie and Dylan weren't exactly good friends, but at least they worked something out and stopped quarrelling.
"Hey, Hiroto!" Lance called out.
"I thought you weren't coming," Minnie said.
"Considering your brother's..." Dylan's voice trailed off, and I knew he did that so that he wouldn't hurt my feelings.
"It's okay," I replied.
"Really, red-head?" Yuna teased. "Did you get his permission?"
"No," I said blankly.
The bus pulled up beside us. The students lined up and entered it, followed by a few teachers. We didn't have to show them any applications or forms saying that we were allowed to go. We just went up. They expected us to be all honest and stuff in front of our family when asking for this, I guess. I was sure Rinji would be yelling at me for thirty minutes when I got home.
The trip to the beach took about an hour on the bus. I was sitting by the window, with my best friend Lance sitting beside me, reading a book. I didn't know what it was, but it was some sort of fantasy-humour mix up. I would've read it if I wasn't listening to my MP3 player. I could see Yuna munching on a certain biscuit, and Dylan reading about computers in front of me.
We got off the bus at around three o'clock at a certain resort. The beach was okay, I guess. Before I knew it, over half the students were already dressed up in swimsuits. Some girls were watching a guy surfing on the waves, purposely impressing everyone. Other students were building sandcastles so large you would think it was built for a royal hamster.
"You are so dead, Hiroto," Yuki said from behind me. It only dawned on me then that Yuki was also on this trip.
"Yeah, whatever," I shrugged. "Now, please don't disturb my free time."
I could tell Yuki was feeling very annoyed when she stomped hard on the sandy ground, making almost no noise. I was pretty proud of myself. I guess this outing had another advantage – I could annoy Yuki as much as I wanted before getting into a heap of trouble with Rinji.
I heard something sailing to my head from behind, and I turned around and noticed a soccer ball flying towards me. I somersaulted backwards and spun my body on my hands, kicking the ball back with my legs. Yeah, I could do stuff like that. Did I mention that I was also part of the school's official soccer team? Oh, right, I did. Sorry.
The ball flew back to its owner, Lance, who was smiling in delight. "You want to go another round?" Standing behind him were Dylan, Yuna and Minnie, who were giving me looks like they wanted to see how much I've improved.
Lance, Dylan, Yuna and Minnie were also in my soccer club. It might be hard to believe, but it's true. Lance and Minnie are midfielders, whereas Dylan and Yuna are strikers along with me. Also, since I'm usually cooped up at home by Rinji, Lance is the co-captain of the soccer club. And I haven't played soccer with them for a long time, so I didn't see the harm. But I bet you don't want to hear all the details.
Lance once again placed the ball on the ground, and kicked it with all his might. It flew at me super fast, but with a kick I repelled it. Dylan picked it up and shot towards me again. Then Yuna, and then Minnie. This is what we called 'practise' since everyone wanted to say that I was the best on the team. Honest, I'm not.
However, one kick sailed through my head and landed in the water with a splash. That I expected. But the yell that came after it, I didn't expect. A monster on all fours about a metre tall emerged from the water. I said 'monster' because it didn't fit any of the animals I knew about. It was yellow, covered with orange fur on its back. Spikes were protruding out of the fur. The monster's claws were shaped like webs.
"What the heck is that?" I asked.
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