Fan Fiction ❯ Kori no Kokoro: Wild Eyes ❯ Fights and Flying ( Chapter 1 )

Kori no Kokoro: Wild Eyes

Title: Kori no Kokoro: Wild Eyes

Author: XPKoganei4XP (or 4 MediaMiner: Killua *V*)

Warnings: Errr....nothing 2 graphic…..yeah O.O Shonen ai, zettai ni

Disclaimers: My subconscious owns this-does that count? O.o I only typed it *shrug*

Dedication: Oi, oi, *sigh #2* like always….Mami-san! YaaaY! Ummm….yeah, no one else ^_^

Notes: I'm pretty sure u can figure everything out. This is like anime/manga (in my mind, atleast), and just cause I have this, doesn't mean I won't continue my other fic(s). A "hey" out to Demon Master, Jenny-chan, Mirai Kurosaki, Michy, Shane, and all the ppl that luv shonen ai ^_^. Also, 2 Kevy-kun, who seems 2 b DEAD cause he just DISAPPEARED from the Net. Errrr, hope ur not dead, K-k…. R/R if u want. Its nice and all but don't feel u hafta.(eek, but read tho O.O.....yeah) *V*

Last thing, ppl kno by now I luv Nihongo and all so I'll put trans. at the bottom. I'll keep it 2 everyday stuff, but I just think it adds personality. Stick 2 dubbed anime fics if u think ur gonna b totally screwed by this.

Reference: "heehee"= speaking

`heehee'= mostly used for titles, but u can figure out the rest.

Heehee= when its being spoken or the word is by itself in a paragragh, its EMPHASIS. Capitalized words are EXTREME

EMPHASIS. Italics will be used in short but pure Japanese lines, if u dun kno it, will have a + sign (c below) just in case. U prolly WILL kno it though *shrug*. Italics will also be used in flashbacks with nothing else. Woh, I like italics, ne? ^_^

+= Japanese words that I have translated at the bottom. Any other Japanese words are basic.

~= the word's sound is being drawn out. They have this in manga, so I hope u guys kno it. It's just like emphasis or like "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" but shortened to "Ee~k." Same effect.

Dont let all this scare/confuse u-its my type of writing, and when read, it will all make sense, BELIEVE ME! Nihongo is only in a FEW places, anyways! ^_^ Ja ne. XP

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Boring, boring, BORING………! Twelve-year old Kiri perched himself on the highest accessible railing of the Tokyo Tower, his bright purple hair streaked with silver fluttering wildly in the wind.

Aaaaaaaaarrrrrggggh!!!! This city is so BORING!!!! He clutched clumps of his smooth hair and shook his head in irritation.

"……………."

"….Tokyo….hmmph…." Placing his elbows on his knees and his chin on one palm, he looked out over the city in disinterest and COMPLETE BOREDOM.

He had to admit, though, the city was beautiful.......in its own crowded and shockingly colorful way. Little splashes of green marked the sunny parks, circles of blue and white showed the pools and recreational centers, arrays of mixtured colors screamed out the gardens. It seemed almost too beautiful for words, yet Kiri was not just a regular tourist seeking out the magnificence of Tokyo. He had stuff to....Ok, right now, he wasnt that busy. *~_~;*

His mind still a blank of things to do, he didn't register the deep clacking of boots behind him.

"Oi, gaki! Get down from there!"

"……………………… ."

"Oi!"

"........................."

"OI!"

"……......Yadda."

"N-Nani?!"

Kiri faced the angry security guard, bearing back his lips and smirking. His feet still dangling over the edge, he stretched his short joints, smirking even wider as he saw the man's eyes grow round.

"C'mon, you're not worried `bout me, you're just worried about your job." He leaned down a little eagerly to the security guard. "Woh, check out the headlines! Let's see…….'CHILD PLUMMETS OFF TOKYO TOWER-GUARD SAW BUT DID NOTHING'" Kiri leared at the speechless man. "Oooo, that sounds nice." He turned away to stare out over the city again. The sun was just beginning to set. "Yeah, I like that……."

If it was possible, the security guard's eyes widened even more, almost completely bugging out of their sockets, as he assumed various implications.

He narrowed it all down to one thing.

Could this child be……..? He took a few cautionary steps forward, arms hesitantly reaching out for one of the boy's small wrists. His mind skimmed frantically through all the info he learned in his 2nd Edition child psychology class he took years ago as a college freshman. He knew for sure, though, that a child, such as this boy, was more than likely willing to take drastic measures if restrained from what his mind was set to do.

Another thing he realized in an instant: He didnt like kids.....

He continued to slowly step forward.

Kiri cocked his head to one side, his silvery-gold eyes almost sparkling with laughter. "Do~shite?" He turned and grinned down at the approaching man. "Hahaha, iie. I'm NOT suicidal. That would be even more boring! *sigh* Nothing to do……."

The guard gasped in shock as the boy turned his body around on the bar and faced him. Still sitting there perfectly balanced, he fell backwards.

The guard stopped himself from leaping forward as he gaped at the, now, upside-down and slighly swinging boy.

"Oi, nanda~, security guard-san?" His hair swishing back and forth along with his thinly-built body, Kiri peered over at the ogling man.

"…………………….."

Almost out of view from the guard's visible eyes, the boy relaxed his body and, still descending, left his almost always present trademark.

The boy fell through the air, flashing his wild grin.

……..And in a flash of white and gold, he was just…….gone.

Nightfall: Heiwa residence

Dogs howled, little children ran home to their sanctuaries, and neighbors tried in vain to shut all the windows throughout their homes. Hardly anyone dared to tread out of their houses after hearing the hell of all families start to go at it with each other. People shrank away to bathrooms and creatures headed for the hills.

*CRASH* *SLAM* *SLAM* *BOOM*

"EVERY DAY I COME HOME FROM WORK AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?!!!! WHEN I MARRIED YOU, I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING A WIFE OUT THE DEAL, NOT SOME UGLY WHORE!! AND THAT GODDAMN KID AINT DOIN' NOTHIN AROUND THIS HOUSE!!!! WHERE IS HE?!!!!!! WHERE'S THAT BASTARD SON OF YOURS, HUH, ONNA?!!!!"

*BUM-BAM* "GET OFF THE F*CKING COUCH AND GET MY DINNER, WOMAN!!!! I PAY FOR THAT CABLE!!!!!!!!"

"DONT YOU F*CKING YELL AT ME!!!!" A lady's shrill angry voice rang out. "AND IF YOU WANT TO SEE THAT BASTARD SON OFYOURS, YOU CALL HIM DOWN YOURSELF! HE AINT MY PROBLEM!!!!"

The plain but dingy looking two story house practically shook with all the shrieks and screams coming from it. Through the dusty and broken windows, a man and a woman could be seen raising hell at each other from around the kitchen table.

The man scrubbed at his face in anger then just suddenly exploded and smacked the refrigerator door with his angry fists. He stomped past the cupboards, swinging them open then slamming them in his drunken rage.

He stopped by the stairs and yelled, his eyes almost bloodshot.

"KAWARI, YOU F*CKING BASTARD, GET DOWN HERE NOW BEFORE I COME UP THERE AND KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!!!!!"

As this was going on, the slightly fat lady had made her way back to the sofa, just about to seat herself and watch Jeapardy.

"YER ASS TOUCHES THAT COUCH AND YER DEAD, B*TCH!!!!"

The woman's eyes grew large as she whirled around on her husband.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, YOU M*THER F*CKER???!!!!" She rounded on the man, who wasnt even paying attention anymore, just glaring up the stairs in muted fury.

He pounded the side of the wall with his fist and yelled, "KAWARI!!!!!!!!!!!!! KISAMA+!!!!!!"

A wine glass suddenly shattered on the back of his head. "N-NANI??!!!!!!"

He turned on his wife, who approached with beyond angry steps. Her hair was almost sticking up in its mess and she had the wildest look in her eyes. He would've been slightly startled if he hadnt been so mad.

"DONT, JUST DONT PISS ME OFF TONIGHT, ONNA!! I'M IN THE MOOD TO KILL SOMEONE RIGHT NOW" he seethed out, not fully yelling like before, but still in a dark mood. "IF THAT DAMN BOY DOESNT GET HIS ASS DOWN HERE SOON, YER GONNA BE TAKING HIS PLACE! YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN, AND YOU'LL BE TASTING YER OWN BLOOD AS PAYMENT......."

Both people glared down at one another, the fight cooling for a mere second or two, until the object of most their rage made himself known.

"Na~ndayo, aitsu+....?"

The father whirled on his son, the audacity of the boy rekindling his angry flames.

"NAN DESU TE+?!!!! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, KISAMA?!!!!!!" His anger augmenting and voice rising, he couldnt hardly see through the red haze of fury centered on his son. Before he knew it, the silver-haired boy had made his way down the stairs and sauntered uncaringly past his angry father.

"Nandemonai, aitsu."

".......KISAMA!!!!" Just as Heiwa-san reached for his son, the boy whirled, fixing an icy gaze on him, his eyes flashing.

"Go ahead.....'tousan."

The house actually remained quiet for a few mere seconds, before the father sucked in a fury-coated breath and pulled back a clenched fist. His mind almost smiled as the open invitation to inflict injury upon somebody.

Sweat glistened his brow from out of nowhere and, in no time, he launched his anger.

*teek teek teek CRASH*

The fist flew through the air but stopped inches from its intended target's calm face as the mother screamed in the background. The father turned in annoyance but also in alarm as he was met with a slight fresh breeze of air.

"NANI, ONN-.......?!"

Two pairs of eyes gazed transfixed in shock at the now broken, large living room window.

*CRAAAAAAAASH*

The rest of it fell away in front of their very eyes.

"Oh my.......!" The woman covered her mouth in shock as she looked on.

Her husband, for the moment, completely forgot his previous would-be actions towards his son and completely turned away. Staring, first, at the completely broken window, he rounded on his unsuspecting wife and pushed her up against one of the bare yellow walls.

"AND JUSTWHY DID YOU DO THAT, WENCH?! DO YOU LIKE GETTIN BEAT EVERY NIGHT THAT MUCH, HUH?!" He grabbed her throat before she could reply and narrowed his eyes. "GOOD FOR NOTHINWHORE! GET ME MY DINNER, NOW!! If I hear anything else breaking because of you, YOU CAN FORGET WAKING UP TOMORROW!" He twisted, bringing his wife unwillingly with him in his swing and propelled her in the direction of the small cramped kitchen. "GET STARTED!"

Just as he let her go, a cordless phone smacked into his face. It dropped to the floor and the husband looked up in shock. He was almost sickened with rage as he saw his stout wife glaring yet somehow semi smirking at him from within the kitchen. "You know the number, koi."

As arguements errupted once again (that is, well, they never STOPPED), the silver-haired son watched on, bored, leaning against the stairway wall. He raised his eyebrow and watched the whole scene in feigned interest, not having anything better to do. Plus, routines like these every night got to be boring and predictable. Only when his own father came at him, did he have a slightly better time. He thought it was fun playing around with his old man's head. It also seemed to relive some stress, whether from school life or just life in general.

He watched as his mother stopped listening to her husband's rants and lit up a cigarette she found sitting on the microwave. She puffed in the nicotine and held it in her mouth, before letting it out in a whoosh in the man's seething face. "Shut the hell up, f*cker! Knock yourself out making your own dinner tonight. I aint got time for your sh*t. Jerry's about to come on and I aint missing it tonight cause of your ass."

"N-NANI??!!!!!"

"Uruseyo+....."

Both people turned.

They both watched, eyes wide open, as their son sighed in exasperation, and walked towards the front door. His hand gripped the doorknob but he turned back, eyes dull with boredom and voice filled with exasperated contempt. "Either bitch and kill each other or get counseling like the f*cked up people you are." He wrenched open the door and stepped through, calling out behind him. "You guys piss me off. By the way, aitsu," he said, dripping with sarcasm, "namae wa `Kawari' ja nai+. No one calls me that. The name's `Kamui.' `Kamui' da Ja ne."

*BAM* He slammed the door, closing his eyes and listening to the shrieks from behind him.

"NAN DESU TE?!!!!! KISAMA!!!!"

"DONT BOTHER COMING BACK, AKU SPAWN FROM HELL!! YOU FREAK!!!!"

Kamui shrugged to himself, pulling his black windbreaker more tightly around him against the, now, biting chill. He trudged down the cracked cement driveway, pounding the smashed up, two-door T-Bird as he passed. He earned a satisfied tinkling crunch as the window fell in.

Sticking his somewhat bloodied hand in his pant's pocket and eyes lowered to the ground, he made his way from his house and down the street.

As he passed by some of his neighbor's houses, he saw women and mothers look at him from their living room windows in concern and pity.

He clenched his teeth and balled up his aching hand. He hated pity. It made him feel weak and he didnt like that feeling all too much.

For thirteen years, he had put up with his dysfunctional "family", knowing full well he had probably even been pushed around as an infant. His father was abusive and a drunk while his mother was a friggin lunatic. He sometimes wondered how he had turned out the way he had. He had seen some kids with almost the same problem at his school, and they were either freakin whiners with the big tearful eyes, or druggies looking for a fix everytime something went wrong with their lives. He sometimes didnt understand why he hadnt become one of them.

Then again, those personalities were just a way of escaping. Running away was weak.........

Kamui shrugged, pushing his bright silver hair from out of his eyes and away from his cheek, his cold, unusual silver eyes flashing.

When he reached the end of his dark road, and wondered which way would lead him to something better in his life, unmistakably loud and hopeful shouts called out to him from a little ways to his right.

He turned, narrowing his eyes and waiting for the four approaching figures to make themselves known.

Who the hell is it now...........?

As they got closer and he got a good look at them, recognition filled his brain and he let down most of his wary defenses.

"Che..... great." He leaned against the street sign, waiting almost impatiently as his four classmates ran up, out of breath.

I gotta hand it to them: they damn well are persistent.......

One, a tall, black-haired boy Kamui remembered as Toji, was the first to reach him, and almost toppled over when he stopped to catch his breath.

Damn......

Toji looked up and smiled, before starting to breathe heavily again.

Kamui raised one eyebrow, almost smirking at all the sweat pouring down from the kid.

"Daijobu ka?"

Toji stood straight up after a few seconds and smiled. "Hai, daijobu."

By this time, the three other boys had finally caught up.

"Kamui!"

"My man!"

"Whats up, buddy?!"

Kamui dug into his pockets and pulled out his MP3 player. "Betsuni," he said as he put the ear pieces on.

"Woh, where'd you get the player from?" the red-haired and stocky Riuyo asked.

Kamui raised his eyes, a small smirk still flashing. "Stole it."

Yememi, a sandy-haired boy with the utterly idiotic love for the US soccer team, the Timberwolves, and at the moment, sporting off their light blue jersey, cocked his head to the side, peering at Kamui with a dumbfounded look then slowly shook his head in complete amazement. "How can you steal an MP3 player? They have those things under lock-and-key!"

Kamui directed a small grin over at him, waving around the small blue device. "It's here, aint it?"

They all heard a chuckle erupt from the last boy of the small group.

Dengeru, a meaty and built brunette-haired boy, held his thick stomach, almost collapsing on the street, laughing.

Kamui smirked at him. "Nanda?"

Dengeru wiped away the invisible tears after a while and looked down at the silver-haired boy. "What kinda asshole would let you in their store, anyways?"

"Heh," Kamui shrugged, clipping the device on the hem of his pocket. "It's their problem. It's only my problem when someone finally learns." He looked closely at each of them. "What are you guys doing around here, anyhow? This aint where none of you live....."

"Damn, we practically heard yer folks across Tokyo, man," Yememi answered with a laugh. "They at it again with you?"

"Damned if I care....."

They had all started a small trot down the road a little more ways.

"Oi," Toji suggested after a while. "How bout we all go down to the bubun+ and ride around? I'll grab us some bikes and we can stay there all night. We've all been kicked out tonight by our `rents-subete kakoi da+!" He grinned and pumped his fist in the air.

Kamui shook his head, wanting nothing better than to dump them all off in a retention pond or something.

The quicker, the better. They're already getting on my nerves. K'so....

He didn't even know why they hung around him so much. He never talked with almost anybody in class and never let himself open for conversation, but people just flocked towards him, brimming with eagerness at friendship. It almost made him sick, honestly.

When he looked closely at them, he could see they shone brightly with almost undying loyalty. All directed towards him. Every word he said, they listened intently, anything he wanted, if they had, theyd give to him. He never said a word to them, never offered friendship in return, but he could clearly see they would bend over backwards only if he said so.

He always wondered why people were so fragile that way. He knew he didnt need them and also knew that he could easily drop them anytime he wanted to. Still, they wouldnt have left him alone afterwards. That was a definite.

Never could anyone make him soft enough where he would actually care.

Maybe that was the only thing that stopped him. His coldness with people hindered him from actually caring whether to end all contact with them. He pondered on this a little more as he walked.

After a while, he realized it had grown almost too silent around him. He turned to the side, peering at the four boys who were silently looking back at him.

"Nani?"

Yememi looked at him closely. "We were wondering if you wanted to come with us, but you shook your head. Naze?"

Kamui shrugged, placing a bored mask once again upon his face. "Nandemonai da. I just thought about hanging around town tonight-ya know, by myself." He said the last bit with emphasis, almost out right hinting that he wanted them to leave him alone. As usual, they covered it all up, making an excuse for what he was implying.

"Wakata, wakata. We gotcha, man," Riuyo grinned, gesturing to the other boys with his hands. "Hey, you get lonely, you know where we're at, ne?"

"Aa,......dont count on me showing, though. I aint in the mood."

The four blinked, then quietly sauntered away, whispering to themselves. Kamui caught some of the low comments.

"......That was cold, man."

".......I dont think he likes us........"

"Who does he like? Atleast he talks to us........"

"Whats wrong with his family again.......? Yeah, and whats up with the name? I thought it was `Kawari'........?"

"Uruse, uruse! No one's allowed to call him that, remember? So shut up!"

Kamui shrugged, indifferent, then turned on his MP3 player to almost the MAX and continued down the road. He knew he didnt have to explain himself to any of them-to anyone for that matter.

The name change was one thing that he found he liked about himself.

He was born as Heiwa Kawari. Heiwa was something he couldnt change........well, couldnt until he was legally able to, but his first name was somewhat precious to him. No one had the right to use it-no one was worthy enough to know something that concrete about himself. It was saved.......it was the only thing he made sure was untouched from the life he was thrown into. `Kawari' would be saved for him and him alone......

No matter what he told himself, his mind wondered back on a certain dream that was presented to him almost three years ago. A woman had appeared to him, almost mockingly like an angel, that is.......if he even believed in angels. She was surrounded in white, a halo of gold adorning her head.

He would have laughed if he had had the dream now, but before......he had been searching for an explanation of just who he was. He had been given a lifeline and had kept hold of it ever since.

She had said......

~Flashback~

"Kawari........That is your name........The name the Lord gave you. You are destined for something greater, but its in your hands. Never let them take away your soul. You shall love, be loved, and save your heart as well as yourself. When you find this hope, do what ever it takes to protect it. You are Kawari and no one can dirty that......"

~End Flashback~

Ever since that waking moment, he had preserved that name.

When his mother had invited one of her friends over, she had brought with her a steady collection of shojo comics.

Just looking at the covers and not minding anything else of them for he was surprisingly very bored with nothing better to do, his eye had caught one in particular. The manga was called..........

~Flashback~

"Oh, you like my comics, ne?" The woman had quietly appeared from behind him, smiling sweetly over his shoulder, looking at the manga in the small boy's hands.

"Hai.......What's it called?"

The lady had grinned down at him, gently lifting the manga from his hands and flipping through it. "It's called `X 1999.' It's one of the newest and most popular manga released by CLAMP."

"CLAMP?"

"Hai, CLAMP is an all-women shojo manga group. They created the artwork." She held open the book. "Isnt their work simply beautiful? Ive fallen in love with the storyline, too."

The small silver-haired boy caught the flash of an older, dark-haired boy from on a page.

"He was on the cover...... Dare da?"

The lady stopped flipping through the book and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to her as an unspoken invitation. The boy obliged and also sat down.

"Ano boya? His name is Kamui. He's the main character of the story."

Little Kawari peered at the cover again. "Sugoi da?"

"Nani? The book or the boy?"

"The boy.......Kamui. I like his name and he looks strong. Is he?"

The woman smiled gently again. "Hai. Sugoi sugoi. And VERY strong. He has alot of power within himself."

The boy almost seemed to grin at the answer. He traced his small, pale finger on the cover that held the image of the dark-haired young man. "Kamui,........daro?"

The lady peered down at him curiously. "Hai........Kamui desu."

The boy finally looked up at her, a somewhat feral grin showing on his face. "I like his name. I've been searching for a name that I would want people to call me. I think it will be `Kamui'."

".........Naze? Why change your name? Your mother gave you the name you have now. Why change it like it doesnt matter?"

The boy lost his grin almost as quickly as he had given it. His eyes turned cold and the woman felt a shiver race up her spine as he fixed a stony gaze on her. "That name given to me is for me and me alone. I wont have the people I hate using it........And I hate EVERYBODY."

Kawari changed the subject almost too quickly. "Can I borrow this manga sometime?"

"Iie, this is the Chinese version. I know you havent learned that in school yet. Besides, some of the themes arent meant for children. You'll have to wait until you're older."

Her eyes withheld sadness after the words left her mouth. "Besides, this is the last day I will see you. Im afraid your mother and I dont get along very well. It's better if I leave soon....." She wouldnt bring herself to admit it, but......the child spooked her also. Something didnt seem right about him.

The boy understood and it saddened the lady again at how well his mature mind could comprehend those type of things. She stood, picked up her collection of comics, then patted the boy's small silvery head.

"Ja, sayonara..........Kamui-chan?"

The boy smiled, eyes gleaming somewhat. "Hai.......sayonara."

~End Flashback~

Kamui shook his head as the memories darkened then faded into non-existence. He had never enjoyed bringing up the past, but it soothed him somewhat when he remembered why he had chosen that name. `Kamui', the manga character, had been portrayed as "strong" by most of the readers of shojo comics. It satisfied him that he had given himself that name. In an indirect way, it told everyone including himself that he was strong..........and he liked that.

He liked that alot.

Before he knew it, his feet had brought him to the community park a few blocks away from the bustling city nightlife of Tokyo.

Not many people were in the park now, most people that even visited that park were parents with their young children, and right about then, most children were safely tucked away in bed and fast asleep.

He continued to walk forward, staring at his feet that passed over road, grass, sidewalk, then dark white sand. He made his way through the pit of sand and onto more land, then stopped near the five sets of swings. Choosing the swing the furthest away, he slowly made his away over there, calmly noticing a few people having late-night jogging sessions and a few older teenagers laughing with their friends. No one seemed to be swinging, though, and that made him all the more happy. He wasnt in a very sociable mood, and as noticed before, people always crowded around him when he came near.

He began to think it was just the way he looked.

A teacher once told him he had a somewhat mysterious aura around him (whatever that meant) and other people had commented on the brightness of his silver hair and oddness of his silver eyes.

Both his father and mother had deep brunette hair and brown eyes. He didnt know anything about his grandparents.

Finally climbing out of the pit of endless thoughts and cursing himself silently for poetic outlook on life, he drowned himself in his music and started swinging, hoping that maybe his high could be reached by touching the brightest stars.

Chik'sho~.......I'm dropping my ass out of poetry class..........~.~.........K'so, that rhymes..........

Yeah, shooting an old lady right about now would keep him sane. He suddenly smirked at the thought and kept on swinging.

Nightfall, Miamasuma Machi Highway: 1 hour earlier

An array of white, yellow, and red lights flashed from beneath him as Kiri climbed on the bridge's cement wall, trying to balance himself. He stood up straight, closed his eyes, and spread his arms out to his sides, smiling slightly as a cool breeze blew by and the honking of the cars below pounded in on his senses.

He loved the city. Only at night, however. The flashing lights and whirlwinds of color overtook him, causing his troubles to scatter away momentarily.

He suddenly grinned and opened his eyes, looking out over the blinking city of Tokyo in the distance, then down at the overpass he was currently standing on.

Correction: SLIDING OFF NOW.

Kiri: O.O "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" He became the human windmill, his arms flaying around, trying to regain his footing. Getting some balance, he watched the cars below.

Woh, I got pretty far this time.......

He shrugged and hopped down, leaning over slightly so he could still see the cars passing underneath him.

Heeeeeeh, Im bored again........ He sighed.

After staring, as if in a daze, at the cars passing beneath, he decided to throw what little caution he had contained in himself out the window. He grinned mischievously.

Lets have a lil fun, ........ne?

Just as he was trying to think of some ideas to entertain himself with, one presented itself to him rather nicely.

A dark blue sedan-type car had obviously started smoking and the surprised driver hesitantly drove it across the white line and onto the grass by the side of the street. Parking it directly under the yellow light pole, he got out, upset, from his baby and flipped open the hood.

Kiri watched with little interest as the tall man shouted a curse and slammed the hood down, now walking to the back of his car. He popped open the trunk and got out a gasoline jug.

Aaaahhhhh, run outta gas, ne? Baka na~ He smirked almost cheerfully then concentrated on the car itself.

As the man made his way down the side of the busy highway, Kiri started giggling at the his, now, odd expression. Well, it's not every day a parked car was actually faster than a man walking.

Hahahahahahahaaaaaaa...........Kiri giggled wildly with laughter as the man froze, dropping the jug, and , ...well, dropping his jaw along with it. His eyes widened and he stood stock still, watching in complete crazy shock as his baby floated down the road..........on its own.

What else.........? Kiri looked around him, trying to get more ideas for some fun. A guy who just stood there like a statue wasnt cutting it for him.

Oh well................He sighed and concentrated down at the cars. We'll hafta do this the old fashioned way...........

He had seen this move on an American movie that was in the theaters a few years ago.

He concentrated harder on a stream of cars up ahead and lifted his arms slowly in the air, tension flitting through the atmosphere and a light sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead and neck from the little strain. As his arms rose higher, so did the cars-one by one, they were picked up by an invisible force and placed hanging in midair, the drivers rolling down their windows, looking down, eeping, then jumping out to land harshly on the paved roads.

Kiri's arms rose all the way above his head, and he let the cars hover in midair, waiting as all the frightened passengers leaped to their butts' chagrin.

After the people had scrambled away in muted/shocked fear, Kiri threw their vehicles, wincing with hindered delight as he heard them crunch and crash together in a heap off to the side of the road.

A crowd of shocked speechless people gathered, seeing an immense 7-car pile-up in front of them.

Ehhh, Kiri shrugged. That had helped for a second, but boredom was being greedy tonight.

He spied his next victim. Noticing a lady with a hand to her gaped mouth, he spied her purse, a small blue duffel-like bag being clutched tightly to her side.

He smirked as he watched her expression turn from curiosity to complete surprise as her own bag tried to escape from her.

Kiri concentrated on lifting the strap from around her shoulder, but the tall lady was stubborn and clutched the purse desperately to her chest.

"IIE!!!!" he heard her scream, gaining unwanted attention to herself as she shrieked. "Tusukete! TUSUKETE!!!!"

"Heeheeheeeheeeee," Kiri giggled in delight at her reaction-that was the most fun!

The lady swung around fiercely, believing she was fighting an invisible thief or something, while people circled arounnd her, trying to help.

Kiri tugged the purse from her shoulder, grinning at her screams and contorted face. She was bloody mad now, Kiri noticed. The purse was wrenched completely from her desperate clutches and started to hover in midair.

By the way, Kiri was hungry.......and broke. Well, right NOW at least. He grinned and brought the bag closer, not caring anymore if people saw him. He was covered up in the shadows mostly, but a purse hovering right next to him would still be a little hard to explain.

The bag wavered closer.

Kiri stretched his small arms out, the bag a mere 10 feet away from the gaping crowd.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay! CASH! CANDY! CANDY!!!!

"Ara-?" The bag collapsed to the ground and stayed there as the lady ran over to it.

Kiri looked up in confusion at the large hand around his thin wrist.

"Can you fly, kid?" a youthfully deep voice asked dangerously from behind him.

Not facing his "guest" and his arm still held captive, Kiri grinned, recognizing the voice behind him. The grip on his arm loosened somewhat, allowing him to turn around and face his visitor. He giggled as he did so.

"Aa, I can fly............" he turned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But..........can you?"

(A/N): Woh, so far for chap. 1. That was pretty long, ne? Gomen....... And yeah, this fic will b EVILLY dark with some comedy, drama, and a lil angst somewhere (whatever). I hope ff.net and Mediaminer" keep my WORD DOC. FORM! ~.~ They didnt b4.......I had another original manga fic series I was workin on, but........yeah, THIS popped up, so I typed it *shrug*. Tell me if u liked it and BEG ME for-

Killua: Errrm, we left Gon with some psycho Shinobi, ya know........~.~

Me: O yeah! K'SO! I wanted to threaten them, 2! DAMMIT! *runs off*

Killua: *sigh* baaaaaaaaaka

REFERENCE:

"Ima ka?" = since "ima" is "now", "ima ka" is the question form. "Now?"

"Kisama" = one of my fav. words! It means "Bastard". Its a BAD WORD.

"Nandayo, aitsu" = I dunno if u drop the "y" and convert it to "i", so I just put it together. Its basically right. It means "What is it, freak." "Aitsu" is another derogatory name for somebody. Heeheee......

"Nan desu te?" = means "What did you say??!!" I hear Sakura (CCS) say that alot......^_^;

"Uruseyo" = its the emphasized form of "Uruse", which means "SHUT UP" The "yo" makes it meaner and EMPHASIZED. Killua says this! YAAAAAAAY! Killua!!!!

"Namae wa `Kawari' ja nai." = This basically means "The name's not `Kawari'. The rest of the sentence, the `Kamui da', means "It's `Kamui'".

"Bubun" = it literally means "the spot". Over here where I live (stalkers, here's ur chance!), the Spot is a kid hang-out where we bike, blade, race, board, and meet pro-skateboarders. Its pretty kool ^_^

"Subete kakoi da" = This basically means "It's all kool" Yeah, yeah, u kno that stupid phrase "Its all good". Think of it as that.....~.~

"Tasukete!" = I didnt think I had 2 translate this, but I will anyways *shrug* "HELP HELP!!!!" It's the command form, NOT the noun form. ^_^

NIHONGO (and Killua) DAISUKIIIIIIIIIII!!!!

Chapter 2 will have profiles ^_^

2 any1 who doesnt kno me (as in ff.net me *grins*), I got a HXH fic up 2. So far 4 chaps. Im gonna b writing that while I do this 1.......

Thanks 4 reading! Review if u wanna

Ja, ato de! *V*