Fan Fiction ❯ Ice ❯ Ice: Left ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Ice: Left
PG-13
By: Ierra
AKA Kyoki

Over and over again she hit it. The recipricant would shudder with every blow, but it did not
move otherwise. It stood still and hard against the beating it was being delt, and she left it
no mercy.

I walked up behind her, being silent, but knowing she knew I was there.

She paused in her beating, but did nothing else to acknowledge my presence.

"What do you want?" Her voice was smooth and anger-filled, with even more of an icy touch to
it than normal.

"Is it a crime to watch you spar with a dummy?"

There was a small pause, before she responded, "It is now."

That was all that was spoken, before she continued her punches on the dummy. The poor
human-shaped pile of mass, created only to be beaten.

I sighed.

Before I had read that article, I had thought she carried no feelings. I had thought she only
existed to sit alone, breath alone, and survive alone. I had thought that those few times I
had seen her laugh with her friends were just an illusion. Something that could not happen.
I thought there was no feeling at all in her, but that article changed everything.

She had feelings, and they were deep indeed. She was scared, she was alone, she was lost, and
she just didn't know how to admit it.

If her friend hadn't published that diary entry, no one would know. Maybe that's what she
wanted though. She didn't want anyone to know she was scared. She didn't want any one to know
her.

That's a thought that scared me. I myself hide from people alot, and I can be a bit cold at
times with my mask, but the first time I saw her, her whole body screamed 'I'm emotionless.
Don't bother trying'. Oh sure, she had laughed a few times for her friends, but it never
went to her eyes. She seemed souless...

Then again, some had called me heartless, and I certaintly had a heart, just one I'm afraid
to share. Maybe that's how it is with her. She's afraid to share her emotions.

We had exchanged a few glares and insults, but nothing really hurtful. We mostly fought
for the public's amusment, we didn't hate eachother. They just expected us to.

Other than anger and ice coldness she didn't show any feelings. I never did either, really.
I could add 'mockery' to that list though, but I suppose that it could fit under 'ice coldness'.

I continued to stare at her. She's still mad at her friend, that's probably why she's beating
up the defensless dummy right now. She wouldn't harm any person, but she found no reason to
not hurt a dummy.

I sighed and stared at the dummy, watching it shake with each punch.

I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and started to turn away when she whirled around to face me.

"I don't believe we've ever been properly introduced." Her voice carried a hint of hesitation
and nervousness, and I could tell she had said that on a spur of the moment.

"Do the arguments count?" I watched her carefully, to see if there was any indication
of why she had just suddently wanted to talk to me.

She shook her head, her ponytail swishing happily behind her, seeming so out of place with
her expressionless face.

I smirked, somewhat wearily. "Then I guess we haven't."

She held out her hand. "I'm Lee Alent, although I guess you knew that."

I nodded and smiled politly, then reached for her hand. "I'm-" I was cut off as a
person ruffly knocked into Lee from behind, shoving her on me. That in turn threw me
off balance.

I ruffly fell against the wall, making sure to keep her from falling in the process.

The person muttered something incoherent under his breath, which I took to be an apology,
and quickly left.

She shot a glare over her shoulder and started to move, probably to kick the poor fellows ass,
but I tightened my grip around her waist.

"Let him be." I said, before releasing her, and helping her to stand up correctly.

"Hey! Kaz! Come on already!"

I looked up at the man standing impatiently by the door on the other side of the building.

"I'm coming!" I returned, then grinned at her.

"Maybe we should get introduced properly some other time."

And I left her like that.

At the side of the room, farthest away from people as she could get.

I left her in the corner.

I hestitated when I heard her soft voice whisper the name the man had called me.

For a breif moment, a part of the article flashed through my mind.

'I've never liked talking to people. It's just not something I like to do. I preffer to
stand off to the side and judge by the book. If they look unfriendly, I keep my distance.
If they look friendly, I keep my distance.

Doesn't make much of a difference there, does it?

I know.

Talking to people is not something I'm into doing. If they talk to me, I'll talk to them, but
otherwise, they can forget it.

Everyone has to ask why.

Why do you hate talking to people so much? Why do you never talk around people? Why are you
so quiet?

Why does it matter?

You know, I got told once -by my best friend no less-, that I should stop being 'so fucking
quiet'.

Needless to say, she wasn't the best, best friend. I think she thought I was making her look
stupid in front of the boy she liked. I don't think it would of made a difference.

She then prceeded to get mad when I was mad at her for the rest of the day. She tried talking
to me later, as if she had said nothing, and when I responded that I hadn't seen him and then
ignored her she thought I was being a bitch.

Ha, whatever.

To those who just sit there and wait for me to talk though, I have one thing to say.

Give it up.

It's not happening.'

She talked to me.

And I left her.