Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Human Nature ❯ First Glance ( Prologue )

Human Nature

Prologue: First Glance

By Aries127

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me in any way, I am merely using them for my own recreation and your enjoyment ^_^;; Please read and review!! //^_~\\

Warnings: Slight shounen ai. Omi + Nagi, and maybe more in the future. Angst…

Note: this is my first Weiss Kreuz fanfic so please excuse any errors. I would really appreciate some feed back. Loved it? Hated it? Want me to go on? Please tell me …. ^___^ If you have any suggestions, I'll try my best to incorporate them into the story…

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Prologue

I am lonely.

Lonely after meeting you.

I cry out for human comfort.

Let me see the hidden side of you.

I want to learn who you are.

Teach me,

Guide me,

To eternity…

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He sighed, this was his fifth school in three years. Hopefully, his guardians wouldn't make them pack up and move AGAIN. He didn't count on it though.

With people after their lives, it made sense of course, but no one ever had the decency to ask him how he felt. Oh no, they just assumed that he was a docile little boy, well, as docile as a teenage assassin could be.

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Everyone rushed to and fro trying to make it to their next class on time as a he watched in confusion, clutching a tiny scrap of paper. It was as if it were the last thing he could anchor himself to in this vast sea of people.

His sandy colored head bobbed here and there, as the sun picked the golden glints of highlights out of his hair. He could do nothing but be swept away by the current.

Going along with the flow, he relaxed; instead of fighting the wave, he let it sweep him to his destination. Room 127.

Entering the room, he swept a cursory glance at its occupants. He noted no one of interest, just to gasp in surprise at a pair of midnight blue eyes. The boy was young, younger than anyone in this room was, as he perched daintily in his seat. Yet his eyes held sadness, a sadness that was brimming over with secrets. On the surface, no one would have seen those hidden feelings, covered with a façade of uncaring, but he noticed right away, relating with the boy.

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Nagi watched as a strange foreign exchange student walked into room 127. He was short, but a couple inches taller than himself. Then again, who wasn't? With sandy blond hair that dipped playfully over his eyes and sparkling clear blue eyes, he looked as though he had come right out of a magazine.

The young boy introduced himself cheerfully as Tsukiyono Omi, 17 years of age, with hobbies that included ikebana and working on his computer. As if that were not enough, his short speech was interrupted by squeals of "Omi! What a cute name," and "I love flower arranging too!"

This kind of behavior reminded Nagi of the reason why he disliked girls so much. Immature and full of gossip, what could be worse?

Eyes trailed behind Tsukiyono Omi like a tangible shadow. With detached interest, Nagi noticed that Omi had taken a seat all the way across the room next to a silly girl named Ouka-chan.

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"My god, this teacher goes on so many tangents, he'd have probably have already drowned in them, except that his stupidity keeps him buoyant enough not to realize it."

Giggling, a whispered reply flitted back. "This isn't the worst of it, you should see him when exams come around. By the way, my name is Ouka, nice to meet you."

"Same here"

Glancing around, Omi noticed that the room was filled with students. Some were taking notes, some passing notes, and some were just passed out.

With some interest, he noted that the boy with such sad eyes was currently doodling in his notebook. He didn't want to get too close to anyone, in case his so-called "guardians" wanted to relocate again. However, his friendly nature couldn't be curbed. Deciding to go over and introduce himself after class, he settled down to listen to the teacher again.

To be continued…