Digimon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neo-Destiny: Beginnings of War (DEAD) ❯ Girl with the Sword Part 1 ( Chapter 13 )

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The bell rang, echoing through the empty hallways of Lake Wood Middle School. Not a soul remained. Well, maybe one soul remained. And this soul was in a rush.

"…I can't believe this!" Chris exclaimed, dashing down the hallways toward his third period class.

Victorious against the serpents yesterday, Chris returned home, to receive a rather lengthy lecture about calling and responsibility. He was then assured by his father that the lecture had become too long for that sitting and it would be resumed after school. It was at that point, Chris took a well-deserved shower, patched himself up (He had receive many minor cuts and severe bruises after the second round), then went to sleep. Unfortunately, for him, he was never good at waking up after a big fight, and he overslept.

After dressing, cursing, running, and cursing some more, he finally arrived at the school, realizing that it was third period and that he would have to have another lecture later that day about tardiness and how important it is to be on time. That would be followed by another detention. Chris growled.

"Great way to start off the day...." he mumbled to himself, as he slowed to a walk.

Chris was nearing his class, History. The fighter looked through the window, next to the door. The teacher had turned his back! Chris smirked, then slowly opened the door. The young fighter than began to creep inside the classroom, making no noise whatsoever. Annie, whom had the same class as him that period, looked up from her notes, shaking her head.

He overslept! AGAIN! Annie continued to watch, as the young fighter approached his desk.

Chris slowly sat down, gently placing his books to the side, and opening his notebook. He then began to write, like he had been there the entire session. Mr. Hillner, the teacher, sighed.

"Mr. Drakken. We can set our watches by you." Chris winched, then scowled at his desk. The class all snickered, that is, until Chris turned that scowl on them.

"....... What are you talking about?"

"You and I both know that playing dumb won't get you out of this situation. And what is your exsuse this time." Chris put his cheek on his hand, rolling his eyes.

"..... I overslept..." he replied, voice turning very stoic. Mr. Hillner turned.

Mr. Hillner wasn't a young teacher, however, he was not one of the eldest either. He was a tall man that looked like a football player at times with his build. The man's hair also seemed to display his tough exterior, as it was a military crew cut. When his spoke, it demanded respect, but it only seemed to have one tone, causing many eyelids to get heavier. His red face was very solid, rarely ever changing expression, except when he made a joke. That was also rare. Now that tough face looked at Chris, whom would easily win any staring contest.

"Again? Mr. Drakken, I do believe it is time that you get an alarm clock."

"Whatever." Chris responded, looking at his desk, expression of indifference falling across his cold features. Mr. Hillner nodded.

"See me after class." The class oohed in unison, causing Chris to look back with a growl. The young fighter then turned back to his notebook paper, beginning to write what he had missed.

Great! Another dumb lecture from another dumb teacher.....

****

Annie waited patiently outside the door, hearing two voices inside the classroom. Finally, the door opened, showing Chris glaring as he walked past. Anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood. Mr. Hillner watched as he walked out, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Mr. Drakken! Be on time! I'd hate to see you get expelled because you were continuously late to class." Chris sneered.

"Hmp. Whatever."

The door shut. Chris began to walk down the hallways, toward the lunchroom, Annie closely behind.

"Where have you been, Chris?"

No response.

"Chris, what happened to you this week?"

Again, no response. Annie frowned. Why was he always so mean to her?

"Hey, Drakken! I'm talking to you!"

Chris continued to walk, slipping his hands into his pockets, ignoring the constant whining of the female behind him. The self-elected female companion of the fighter frowned. I hate it when he does this....

"Fine! I didn't want to talk to you either." She responded, crossing her arms and walking off.

Unlikely... Chris thought, walking to his next period class, lunch. He gave off a little yawn. ...I'll take a nap... Thank god for lunch...

Chris sat down, taking his lunch from his backpack. He slowly opened the bag and spilled its contents onto the table. A soda, a sandwich, and a bag of chips. He sighed.

"I need to make a better lunch," he mumbled to himself.

Chris took the sandwich from it's wrap and took a bite. As he chewed, he made note of every eye glancing at him... as usual. Paying no mind, he opened the can of soda, taking a sip. He growled a bit, hearing his name coming from those eyes. ....This is going to be a very long day....

Suddenly, the double doors of the cafeteria swung open, hitting the walls, gaining the attention of everyone. Chris continued to eat his lunch, knowing who it is.

Slowly, a boy walked in, baring a large, black and blue bruise over both eyes. Chris sighed, knowing what would happen next, but continued to eat his meal. Eyes fixed on the fighter, Blake walked over to the table, noting that he never ate with anyone...ever. He would use that to his advantage.

"Chris! Haven't seen you around the school for a couple days! Where have you been hiding?" Blake yelled, making sure everyone could hear. Chris said nothing.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Chris said nothing. Blake, beginning to be frustrated, crossed his arms. "Oh, I get it! You're scared! You can't say anything because you're petrified with fear!"

Every eye in the room rolled, especially the eyes of Annie. Every week.... Man, Blake, you are asking for a comma.... Chris continued to say nothing. Blake's eye twitched. He then grabbed Chris's soda from his hand and poured it over his head. Blake laughed.

"Do I have your attention now?!" Everyone moved away, seeing the explosion before it hit.

Chris slowly stood to his feet, eyes reflecting nothing but anger. He's emerald eyes turned, falling upon the boy whom wished to end his life early. Blake swallowed, hard, feeling a chill run up his spine. Perhaps that was a bit too far.

Chris took a step toward the boy, getting right into his face. The door opened by itself, letting a light rush of air blow past the two. Chris cracked his knuckles, eyes seeming to glow in anger.

".... You have my attention, Blake." Chris stepped closer to the boy, causing him to step back. "I wonder, how long it will take before you begin to cry for you mother… oh, wait! You have none!"

"Shut up!" Blake clenched his fist and swung. Chris ducked, grabbed his arm and twisted it, so the fighter was behind the boy's back.

"Blake. Fore shame. You and I both know you can't beat me. You could never beat me! Those bruises prove it. So why do you continue to PISS ME OFF!!" Chris then pushed Blake forward, pulled back his fist, then let his anger fly.

Blake turned as quickly as he could, only to see a fist rush toward his face. With no time to duck or block, Blake could do nothing but watch, and feel, the fist make contact with his face. The force sent the boy back, sailing over a table or two. Everyone gasped. Chris spat.

"Round four is over! Give up while you're still behind..." Chris walked back to his lunch, calming resuming his meal. A teacher, whom had seen the whole situation, walked up to the fighter. Chris stopped him before the teacher could say a thing.

"I know. Principal. Now. Let me finish my lunch first. That way, I will be calmer and more collected." The teacher blinked, hearing the painful coldness in his voice. The teacher nodded, but continued to wait behind him. Chris finished up. Crumpling everything in the paper bag, he turned and threw it into the garbage. Slowly standing to his feet, Chris sighed.

"Okay, let's get this over with...." Chris picked up his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, then walked out of the lunch room, teacher close behind.

***

"Geez. Save the city for the third time and you get nothing but lectures..." Chris mumbled, his father yelled at him about self-restraint, responsibility, and the "golden rule."

"What was that? Care to say that louder?" Chris sighed, looking out of the window of the moving vehicle.

"No, sir."

"Damn it! Chris! What the hell is going on with you? You are the only one in your entire school that gets into so many fights, so much trouble! Why? Why would you do that to yourself?"

"Why not? Fighting is fun," Chris replied, as plainly as possible.

"But to knock out a boy who we all know is ten times weaker than you? We both know you have better sense than that!"

"....Maybe I don't." Mr. Drakken pulled the car over to the curb and turned to his son.

"That is enough! I am tired of you making excuses. You need to learn to take responsibility!'

"Just like you did when you were taking grandpa's car for a stroll when you were my age?" Chris said, taking a glance at his father's eyes, then returning his piercing gaze to the sidewalk.

Mr. Drakken blinked, forgetting about what his son could do, then frowned. "How many times have I told you to no-...!"

"And how many times have I told you that I can't." Chris's eyes turned callus for a moment, reflecting on his life thus far. Mr. Drakken sighed.

"..... What did you and Blake fight about this time?"

"I tried ignoring him. Then he decided to take my drink and let my hair have a sip."

Mr. Drakken rubbed his eyes. He knew his son wouldn't lie about a reason for a fight. He took a deep breath in, trying to calm his nerves.

".... Why did this all start?"

Chris smirked, a cruel joke being said within the depths of his mind. Chris tapped a finger against the window.

"...I took away his identity in life and the only way to get it back is to fight me." Mr. Drakken shivered, feeling the coldness of his words and... the satisfaction the boy felt. It was times like this that he wondered if the boy was a human at all.

"....Well, this had better end soon, because we can't afford for you to be kick out of school."

"...Fine... I'll try beating him up outside of school..."

"WHAT? No! You shouldn't be beating him up at all!"

Chris smirked. "There is no other way around this, Dad." Mr. Drakken groaned. There was no talking to the child!

Chris rolled his eyes, then glanced out of the window. The city, always the same when you pass by it, yet, somehow different. Same buildings, same person passing by, but, different. Like the tides of the sea. Same shoreline, same sea, but both are different, both are always changing. But, sometimes, things don't change. Like the hobo rummaging through the garbage cans. Chris noted that he was there every single day, looking for any scrap of food he could find. Part of Chris wanted to jump out of the car, grab the man by the collar of his dirty, torn shirt, then punch some common sense into him. Another part wanted to.... Wanted to.... okay, Chris really wanted to jump out of the car and punch the sense into the man.

"Dirty idiot..." Chris mumbled underneath a sigh.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Chris said quickly. As he did so, he glanced back at his father. The man's eyes were on the road. Chris relaxed a bit, then glanced back through the window.

His eyes began to.... reflect. How this all started... with one gun and one flying punch. One bullet, two acts of aggression. Amazing how it could change ones life so drastically. Chris eyes seemed to stare off... until his say her. Suddenly, the life returned to his eyes, but returned with shock.

...It's her... IT'S HER!!

"Dad! Pull over! Now!"

Mr. Drakken jumped at the sudden loudness of the boy's voice. He looked over, wide eyed and ready for anything.

"WHAT?! What's going on?!"

"Just pull over!" Mr. Drakken suddenly jerked the wheel to the right, moving the car to the curb. Before the vehicles made a complete stop, Chris opened the door and dashed out, going back to the alleyway in which he saw her.

He turned the corner, but stopped, coming to a skidding halt. His breath leaped from his chest, as did his heart. A girl stood before him, dressed in strange robes/gowns. Her cold green eyes looked at the boy, with almost the same piercing quality as his own. However, none of these did qualities made her look as extraordinary as Chris say her. The girl's silver (silver as in the metal) locks and the golden sword in her possession did.

Looking at this girl, Chris felt a pride he had never known, as if he had help to bring this being into the world. For the first time, he smiled, so warmly, so bright, it was not hard to smile back. The girl knew this, since she smiled as well. But, this smile seemed forced. It hurt to watch, as Chris's smile left his face. Tears began to form as her eyes were downcast to the sword in her pale grasp. Chris blinked, following her glance. For the second time, he felt his heart leap out of his chest.

The sword shone with a brilliant light, warm and forgiving. The blade's hilt resembled the shape of a dragon, the likes Chris had seen before. Chris then looked at the actual blade, making note of the carvings that seemed to be a kind of writing. Chris's eyes then glanced back down the sword, to the dragon's emerald eyes. He found himself... lost. He glared, piercing through the soul of the dragon blade itself and found...feeling. He gasped, as everything he knew and felt up to instant disappeared in an instant. All he knew was... this feeling. He didn't know what it was... Hope, love, peace? However, if he could describe this new emotion it would be... light. Looking deeper into the "light", Chris began to see another emotion he was already familiar with: sorrow.

The sorrow he was experiencing at this moment, however, defined sorrow. New levels were added, as he felt his heart being torn and twisted from his chest. Images, flashing by too quickly to make any sense of it, caused the fighter to fall to one knee. His hand found its way to his chest, clutching at his shirt for dear life. Uneasiness slowly moved to his stomach, making the boy wish he would vomit so to ease some of this newfound pain.

Despite all this agony, Chris could not look away from the emeralds... from the light... and darkness. Tears formed in the back of his eyes, as the tears that already formed in the girl's eyes began to fall past her silver locks. The girl shut her eyes, knowing that this had to be done, for the future of the universe, but at the same time, wished she didn't have to be the one to do so. Swallowing hard, the girl forced herself to open her eyes. Finally, Chris looked away unable to take the strain of the sword any longer. Slowly and with most difficulty, the fighter stood on his feet, looking at the girl. His body shook, as the reality of the world before him snapped back into his scope. He swallowed hard, finding his voice.

"W-Who are you?" The girl continued to smile. Chris frowned. "Hey! I have questions! How are you still so young? Why did you show up in front of me three years ago? HEY!"

"CHRIS!" Mr. Drakken yelled to his son, running up to him. Chris growled.

"Stay back!" Chris turned his head back to the girl.... only to see nothing. As quickly as she appeared, the girl disappeared. Chris narrowed his eyes, looking around. Nothing, not a single trace of her... almost as if she never existed.

"NO!" Mr. Drakken found his son, quickly kneeling to his side.

"Are you okay? Do you need the-..."

"I'm fine...." But he wasn't fine.

He wouldn't be fine for a long time.......

A/N: And that's the end of chapter 13. A little bit of a weird ending there but I thought it was necessary. As usual, read and review. Also note that I have done some editing of my past chapter so be sure to check those out. Now... about the next chapter... I have no clue (as usual when I will type it up. There have been a lot of changes in my life so things are a little (and by little, I mean a lot) hectic so my thoughts haven't exactly been on this story (nothing new.) I promise I will try (lying) to get this finished ASAP. Well, I hope you enjoyed it and be safe. (Give me five bucks o I'll bust your chops....)