A Typical Day For Akuro

I stared at the sign in front of me, my bloody red eyes staring in amazement. It was such a beautiful sign . . . such beautiful art . . . it was more gorgeous than . . . anything else in this world!

''Free Jell-O In Honor Of This Store's Special Opening!''

It seemed like forever since I've been this happy to read! Usually, I hated reading, but right now, by the god who may or may not exist, just blessed me with the courage to start reading properly!

About ten minutes later, I walked out of the store with a bunch of bags of Jell-O in them, having my personal stalker butler, who was always following me around and doing everything I wanted (hence the name ''stalker'' . . . wait . . . does that also mean they do whatever you want, too?) carry the bags as I ate one of the Jell-O packs I got.

"Oneesan," I looked up at the butler, who was used to me calling him that by now. Truth be told . . . he really looked like my brother . . . or sister. I usually was gender confused. OHMYGOD! WHAT IF EVERYONE HAD BEEN LYING TO ME THIS ENTIRE TIME? AM I ACTUALLY A GUY?

. . . . Haha! No period for me then!

Don't ask how I know what that is.

It'll save you from dying of a poisoned mind.

Then . . . a certain scent caught my nose . . . and no, it wasn't Jell-O this time . . . sadly. Actually, it was something that I was quite infatuated with. Thinking back on it . . . this thing was my first love . . . even before Jell-O.

PURPLE!

Oh, yeah, and Nadeshiko. I guess I could count on my best friend in the whole wide world to be there whenever I smelt purple. Then again, she did smell like purple . . . apart from her name meaning pink . . . . Well, I hated the flower and the color. Why?

. . . .

THEY WERE OUT TO GET ME AND I WOULD NOT REST UNTIL EVERY TRACE OF THEM WAS DEAD! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK ONEESAN!" I shouted gleefully, before chasing off after the scent . . . totally forgetting that I had been about to ask him something. He was used to this by now . . . I couldn't help my horrible skills at remembering things.

Don't be jealous.

As I was running, an epic fail occurred greatly . . . because I'm just that good. I stopped when I caught another scent in my nose, looking to see a random Samoan chick who looked to be my age, around six years old, holding a . . . a . . . a . . . PENNY?

Okay, my nightmares have been getting only worse as of late. You see, I had this horrible nightmare that Jell-O was drowning a penny and I couldn't do anything to stop it. When I woke up . . . a penny was right next to me.

Yeah – I was scarred for life.

But, don't be jealous of me because I am ultimately smart and you are not. You see, I am well-prepared for the time when pennies are to take over the world . . . and until then, I refuse to stand down and give into what everyone else says that pennies cannot do anything! THAT DREAM WAS MEANING SOMETHING I TELL YOU! IT MEANT SOMETHING!

So . . . I was left with two choices: listen to my common sense or listen to my all-knowing knowledge.

My common sense was telling me that it would be stupid to attack a random, innocent girl who was minding her own business . . . and looked vaguely familiar to a girl who possibly attends your school. However, my all-knowing knowledge was reminding me how the meaning of life was shalberdool (sha + el + ber + duel) . . . . It was hard to choose which one to believe . . . .

In the end . . . I chose my all-knowing knowledge. Who needs common sense when you got all-knowing knowledge, anyways?

Exactly my point.

So, pulling out my pocketknife that I loved to carry around just because I was a tad bit obsessed with blood, I charged after the girl and glomped her, pinning her down to the hard ground. There was possibly an insane glint in my eyes, according to her, but I was being as innocent and polite as possible. At least . . . this was my way of being polite and innocent when I wanted to hurt somebody . . . or kill them, in this case.

"TIME TO DIE PENNY SUMMONER! I SHALL NOT LET YOU DESTROY THIS WORLD OF CRAP AND WHATEVER THE HECK ELSE IS IN IT! SPEAKING OF WHICH, WHY THE HECK AM I EVEN TRYING TO KILL YOU WHEN I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE WORLD? I CAN'T DIE NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY! ONEESAN SAYS IT'S BECAUSE I'M SPECIAL BUT I'M NOT SPECIAL! I AM COMPLETELY NORMAL! AREN'T I RANDOM GIRL I DUNNO?" I screamed, not really understanding why I was screaming . . . I just felt like it as my eyes turned into twirls . . . like those cinnamon things.

The girl's eyes began changing color rapidly, making me blink twice . . . entranced by the pretty colors. They were so pwetty and I wanted to watch them . . . don't judge me. You'd do the same thing if you were me! However, soon, I realized just how close my knee was to the penny the girl had summoned right before my eyes (which my common sense commented about her actually just picking it up, but I ignored that minor detail) and freaked out, throwing my knife into the air.

YOU WOULD TOO SO DON'T JUDGE ME!

"AHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs before hopping off of the girl and rushing as far as I could away from her, into a random forest that appeared out of nowhere. Yeah . . . it all seemed to happened pretty darn fast . . . I even passed by Nadeshiko, I think.

Knowing her, she'd probably find me in a second, though, so there was no reason for me to worry.

As if on cue, Nadeshiko appeared right next to me. My bloody red eyes suddenly turned into hearts at the very sight of my immortal best friend.

Nadeshiko Hatsumomo stood out a bit compared to most other people in this world, seeing as how she had long dark purple hair that reached to her knees, and her eye color matched her hair color . . . except they gave off a cold chill to anyone who looked into them. That is, anyone besides me.

Nadeshiko had found me when I was a young child as I lived with Oneesan, who seemed to have been there my whole life with me for some odd reason, and told me that I was not human. Instead of waiting for questions, she just answered them all up in a small summary that I was immortal because of my heritage that she refused to tell me about and . . . that was all I was really wondering. She helped raised me every time she visited Oneesan and I, but she never stayed for long because she ''got annoyed of me'', she told me.

Okay, moving past the past life, Nadeshiko held up a small board that said ''Hello, Akuro. What did you do this time?'' on it. The board was something she used to talk with and it said anything she wanted it to say without writing it down.

Oh, yeah, there was something else about Nadeshiko that one should've known . . . she was a bit of a mute. The only person she talked to was me, but apparently she didn't feel like talking right then. So, I had to learn to read whenever I first met her.

I stared blankly at her for what felt like the longest time in the whole world before I declared proudly, "I forgot!" My left fist went in the air as I said this and my right fist was pressed against my waist . . . as I chose to ignore the blank look she gave me . . . that she gave everybody . . . .

"Akuro . . . you should learn how to control yourself much better . . . and learn how to remember things more easily . . . ." she stated calmly, not really seeming to care, though. Her voice was just as blank as her face . . . but that was beside the point.

"But I don't wanna!" I said, crossing my arms tightly over my chest, sticking out my bottom lip, and puffing my cheeks. This was my way of pouting . . . and I did it quite often to the sixteen year old girl in front of me. Of course, she didn't care.

Oh, random fact: immortals stop aging at the age of eighteen!

Just thought I'd let you know before I forgot . . . on purpose.

"Stay safe, Akuro. I am going back to your mansion now," Nadeshiko said calmly as she turned around to walk away.

"OI!" I flailed my arms around in the air, although that didn't make her stop. "What if I wanna walk back with you?" I asked, hoping that the cold ice around her would melt, even if it were for just a moment.

"No," she deadpanned and walked away with no trace of guilt. This left me with my pouting stance again, wondering why I even bothered.

"Mean Nadeshiko . . . never wants to spend time with me even though I'm the person who knows her best . . . ." I whined, turning around only to come face-to-face with a random boy with silver hair.

HEY! WHEN DID THE SNOW GET ON THE TREES?

He was a tad bit taller than me and his eyes were a purple-ish sort of a gray. He seemed weak and terrified of being alone. Too bad I couldn't share his pain . . . I was already used to Nadeshiko ditching me and never allowing me to follow for protection.

"Um . . . hello," the boy said shyly, having me raise an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" I asked bluntly, clearly not caring for the start-offs of a conversation.

Oi, don't blame me! I just didn't like the word ''hello'' or ''hi'' . . . they creeped me out. PEDOPHILES THAT SAY CRAP!

"I'm . . ." he hesitated, as if not so sure if he should tell me who he is, but my all-knowing knowledge told me not to think so much about it, "Ichiru." FINALLY! Took him forever to say it . . . which, in reality, was only two seconds. BUT STILL!

"I'm Akuro. What do you want?" I asked, observing the kid. He looked to be about twelve . . . which was rather interesting . . . but at the same time a tad bit freaky. Was he really a pedophile?

Forget the part that pedophiles must be eighteen or older . . . !

"Could you please point me in the direction to the town?" he asked, still being rather shy.

Shrugging my shoulders lightly, I thought about some things in my head.

Reasons Not To Tell People Where Your Town Is:

1. The kid might be important in the future.
2. The kid might be important in the future to someone you should know.
3. That someone you should know but don't and is important to the kid that will be of importance in the future might be a relative of yours.
4. You don't know the kid.
5. The kid you don't know might be someone of high importance to you when you get older.
6. The kid might have a twin brother who will be of high importance to a friend you might have in the future.
7. You might get a random hug from the kid asking for directions.
8. Only added for an even number of reasons.

Turning around, I grinned cheekily as I point forward from where I stood . . . which I was guessing was north. North was the side in front of you, right? Who cares if it was East? IT WAS ALWAYS NORTH! BWAHAHAHAHA! "Okay, just keep going straight and there you go. You'll be there," I told him . . . right before I got a random hug from behind . . . that was really tight.

"Thank you . . . ." the boy whispered, seeming to be kinda desperate right then. I merely blinked twice, letting him hug me, until he finally let go. "I hope I can meet you again, Akuro," he said, before he walked in the opposite path where I pointed to, calling out the name ''Shizuka''.

As I walked back to the village, there was only one thought running through my head: What. The. Hell?

OOH! YAY! MY FIRST CUSSWORD![/left]