[Hakanami]

Indigo

Synopsis: Indigo is story about a young HS boy, who has and enjoys four things in particular: sleeping, drinking lemonade, wearing bucket-style hats and having terrible luck. As the story begins, it is clear that someway or another, he's been put into a terrible situation, solely at the hands of one girl.

It's told from a first person point of view, that I feel is a bit different. The actual story is inside a journal, and is told as if the narrator is speaking directly to the reader, or if he were actually back inside that same event. This is easier seen, than explained, of course.


Chapter I

There's one in every single class, or at least in the entire grade level. If not the whole school itself. One of those quiet silent types, those who cling to solitude and intelligence. Usually aware of their own genius, but somehow aware of their own dishevelled hair. That stereotypical kind of look, I'm sure if you think about it you can picture it already.

Anyways, these people are always the same. That super genius who stood a chance of taking over the entire world. Becoming a god, or a protector, or something like that. Their reputation as being the genius becoming both a label, as well as an excuse towards the ordinary population. If something radical was mentioned, or answered. Immediately fingers would find their way to that person, and names would be called....Though I always did find it peculiar that acting up in class equated to plans of world domination. I decided to pardon this, and just keep going.

However, I think it was back in the seventh or eighth grade that the rumours started. That I of all people would soon follow the suit of those genius's ahead of me, and dream of taking over the world. Somehow the entire thing escalated, and I was granted the pleasure of a nickname.... Kakumei.

At first, I loved the foreign nickname, it had a nice ring to it. So much so, that I was able to pardon the fact that it meant "Revolution." At first at least. Because it only took about a year or two during middle school before people forgot my actual name, and my nickname was the only thing left to sit in its place. Which is annoying, because I don't know about anyone out there, but sitting in class and hearing a middle aged man or woman call you "Kaku", gets a bit tiresome. Not to mention the whole "world domination" thing.

And yes, I was planning to eventually take over the world at the time. But in my defence I merely ask, who did not at some point in their life? To not think about trying to take over the world at least once, would be a bit odd on your part if anything else. Besides, I would have done things much differently. The idea was on such a grand level that.....

No, No. I should digress, that it has nothing to do with the current situation. I guess it's just ramblings of someone with bad luck, and the inability to stick to one topic. Forgive me on this, the situation that I'm writing this in is far from pleasurably able. Though for the record, if by the odd possibility for world domination somehow was in my grasp, then I'd jump at it.

When I lift my eyes off these pages, and look at the ruins that used to be a pretty nice hangout spot. Spot a few familiar faces, one face in general that though is familiar is far from desired. And realize the fruits of said world plans are being presented to me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a bit regretful...

Anyways, the mentioned domination and nickname. Really have no particular purpose in this story. To be honest, you could have omitted that entire section and there would have been very few qualms or discrepancies formed. Perhaps a moment or two where you might scratch your chin, but for the most part it's pretty much not important. This isn't the work of some master writer, where everything blends together in the end, and the reader rubs their chin with a smile and says "Oh... so that's what he was trying to do." This is a story, of one really unlucky guy.

And to be honest, I'm not sure what genre one may want to put this story under. I mean, yes you could technically try to put it in something like "teenage drama." But it'd be a waste of time, because there's really no drama in it.

Diary/love story? For starters, albeit this is a story about a certain person who happens to be a member of the opposite sex. To call it a love story, is probably just wishful thinking on your part. Because I really don't see how one could even call it a love story. Though may it be noted, that the women featured in this story are total babes.

That being said, there is absolutely no romance in this story. None. Zilch, Nada. If you came in hope of some lovey duvey love story, then I apologize but that's not going to happen. I mean you could technically count one or two parts in here, but...well.. look. I'm just going to move on. I need to focus on my second point, and actually getting to the story itself, because this is getting me no where.

Secondly, this is a journal. One that I bought for fifty cents, along with an ice cold lemonade at the store across the street. Diaries are elaborate, and have locks on them, this is not elaborate, nor is it locked. I'm not trying to get people out and away from my story, I'm trying to get people be ready for something like this.

Hmmm... You know what I'm going to call it? A warning. Yeah, warning definitely sounds good. A warning for anyone who happens to fit the bill of these particular people.

And as long as we're talking about particulars, it's this one girl in general. One who I thought was much different. One who, like me, has a reputation that was not necessarily a reflection of herself. I mean, I'm nicknamed "Kakumei," and though I may have thought about starting a revolution or two. I've long since matured and realised that life isn't like that at all.

We're all just ordinary people after all. If you look in another school, in another country, for a guy who loves sleeping, drinking lemonade, freedom, and wearing bucket-style hats. Then I'm sure you'd find someone who fits the bill perfectly. What I do, has been done at least once before. And what someone else does, has been done before as well, or is currently being done. Though I may think about taking over things, it's foolish. Because I realise now that someone else probably thought the same thought and never followed through with it. So for me to do it, would require me to delude myself into thinking that I'm someone who can change the world with a single thought or something like that. Which I'm not.

Now, I was not sure whether or not, "Angelus" (Anna Summers) was someone who fell under this category, thusly why I decided to follow through with the events that sparked this entire situation in the first place. And now that I've done it. I must say that it's one of the worst things I could have possibly done.

Now I'm more than aware that at least one person will glimpse at this and wonder "What can be so bad about just one girl? Especially a High School girl no less." In fact, I thought the same thing about her when I heard her whole reputation, and the rumours that followed it.

So, I suppose to illustrate the truth of this statement. I should start from the very beginning... To the day I met her.


August 12, Freshman year.

Today started out like any regular day. Not all that great but I suppose it was good enough. I stood at the side of my classroom, and pondered things as usual. Whether I like to admit it or not, I suppose I am quite the thinker.

I was able to get pretty solid classes this year. All of which are interesting, and have a pretty good selection... If you know what I mean.

In fact, I found myself quite pleased with how many girls got moved into this school. I figure being a more suave kind of gentleman, there's plenty of potential hotties to go out with. Which was never a bad thing.

I noticed my nickname had followed me like a loyal dog to high school too. Which was just great... I mean who wouldn't want a nickname that very few people could understand as well as couldn't really fit you at all? Isn't that the just the greatest thing?

....Sarcasm aside. I suppose the rest of the day was surprisingly normal. Which for a particularly unlucky guy like myself was a bit different. I mean, if you lived your entire life on the unfortunate end of things, then wouldn't you be just a bit curious as to why things were going well?

Well, as far as girls go, and bad luck. It seemed as if my wishes, or lack thereof, were answered in but one encounter. One that brings me to the purpose of this very first entry.

It all started in first period, we were assigned to do some simple introductions. That way the rest of the class wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of asking a stranger for a pencil or a peace of stationary. Or so they could make friends pretty easily.

Despite the reason, I tried my best to make an impression that would last. Not of the corny crap that most of the students usually did, or the occasionally "random" one that though everyone may say was completely random, was really not that special at all.

I mean, if say you like bubble gum and Pop music. Then that's really nothing random at all. A lot of teenagers our age like that kind of thing, so is not really random. Of course the occasional idiot or two will wait till after that introduction is over with and if they hadn't laughed before they mention "oh well that was random" and cause a bit more laughter. Thusly how the whole thing gets started in the first place.

However, the girl that was positioned next to me, happened to really draw my attention. If not the entire class's attention. When I first laid eyes on her, I had to remind myself to do it in a subtle "gentleman's" way. One that would not allow her to see, just how beautiful I thought she was. Though the school was predominantly female, I'm sure there was at least one of the guys, if not one of my friends who would say something crude about her. Something along the lines of "a hottie among hotties!"

Yet... she merely walked up to the very top of the class. Hands firmly at her sides and eyes looking at the rest of the class in a displeased manner. A scowl, if you will.

I noticed her attire immediately, actually I was kind of curious as to why I hadn't noticed something like this before. A purple, indigo jacket located on her back. Cheap jeans with holes on either side, revealing bits of skin in between the gaps. Black flip flops, which supported toes colored with the same indigo nail polish. A very cute looking girl, when you looked at her brown hair.

She crossed her arms without any kind of provocation to do so. Shifting her wait to one of her hips to make her seem more annoyed then she already did. Or in this case, seeing as at the time I was looking at her much like any high school boy would. Housing the same thoughts that someone who met my status would as well. I mean, I am only human after all.

It wasn't till I heard her speak, that I realised the peculiarity behind her:

"If you have some reason to talk to me, just call me Angelus.... and I suggest you don't. Because I don't particularly like a single one of you, nor do I have time for you all. However, if any of you has any intent of reaching a position of power, or possibly controlling the world then I have words for you. Either talk to me about it right now, or get the hell out of my way!"

With that last statement, she glared once at the class, and then to the teacher. Quietly waiting for a response of any kind. Wearily, my eyes met hers. Staring at her with a muddled gaze that only an idiot could have. Slightly upset with myself as I felt both the nervous sweat appear on my forehead, but the feeling of idiocy because of how false my first impression on her was.

At the time I thought three things, unaware of what the rest of my body was doing, while sitting in my seat.

One, I wondered if it was a joke. Some kind of gag to make the entire class laugh and joke around about how such a thing would never happen. Yet, she seemed completely serious. Dead serious. Which is why I soon regretted what my body was in fact doing.

Which was clapping. I slowly clapped my hands together, oblivious to the fact that, though we'd been clapping at the conclusion of everyone else's introduction, apparently clapping at the end of Angelus's was taboo. Thusly why I was starting to sweat. Because when you clap alone, not only do you look like an idiot, but you tend to annoy the person you're clapping for even more. And seeing how she looked pissed to begin with, things looked grave.

Two, I realised the irony of what she just said. I mean, I had been one of those people who got labelled because of their nickname or beliefs. In fact, I even had told myself that now that I was a high schooler, there would be no more talk about that kind of thing. However, if just to spite me, here she was, saying that and threatening us too. And apart from her beauty it was the reason I looked at her right in her eyes.

Three, and this is probably the one I regret the most....

It made me curious.

Curious as to why, she'd even said something like that before... or just what kind of girl she was. In the average High school boys's mind, he would have called her an explative of some sort for her attitude, and simply been on with his merry way. Yet... I didn't.

So there I was... clapping my hands together like an idiot in front of the entire 9th grade first period, teacher included. The same group of students who would remember this for at least a good week or two. Clapping my hands for a girl, who just scowled at me and then took her seat.

With that, it seemed my bad luck had been found alongside my curiosity at the time. As I stopped and the next person got up to share what they had to say. I might have glanced back to Angelus a good three times or so. More aware of her presence in the seat next to mine. Still curious about this girl, and just who she was.

Though I'd soon learn... this was not only the beginning of what would be a walking nightmare for me, but also the reason as to why I'd forever regret not listening to the wise men when they said.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

[Corneac]

her an explative of some sort for her attitude

huh?

Ok, seriously I can't tell you how much I enjoyed editing this story. It's not often that I find a story that I really enjoy reading as much as I did this one, so kudos to you.

Strong description, well executed a little jarring, but worked well. Now what I really enjoyed about the story was the voice, strong, original, vivid. I could go on. Interesting plot too, hooked me right in.

Grammar wise, not good. But that's why I'm here, spelling mistakes were numerous as well as a whole lot of commas. But overall a fantastic read. I thought when you mentioned, bucket-style hats, it was a gonner. But I was beyond pleasantly surprised.

Post the second chapter when you want too and I'll get right on it. I want know what happens. Great job mate.

[Hakanami]

Very cool, I'm glad you enjoyed reading and editing it, as much as I enjoyed writing the whole thing up.

I'm sure after looking over it, it's very clear now that I am a Comma tyrant. In fact, I use comma's in situations where comma's aren't even mandated. Just because I hate the thought of a run-on sentence, but also hate the thought of a sentence too short. An annoying problem to say the least.

As far as grammatical errors are concerned, I suppose that's also true. I often type so fast that I'm only 70% accurate, and for this story in particular, I tried to hold back on using some of the more powerful words. Seeing as I didn't think a High School boy would really know them.

Still, very cool. Once I get a bit more input (I hope) and re-edit Chapter 2 just a bit, I'll post it up.

[alvino007]

I like it.

I liked your writing style, very unique.

Is this only the first part of the story?

[Hakanami]

Yeah, there's still a few more chapters to go. I've only got chapter one and two typed up though.

[RENA HANDS]

For me the introduction was a bit long winded.

Are you switching tenses? I’m mean thought this is the first person’s point of view, should the tense change?

Shifting her weight…wait is to remain inactive.

The point of view is definitely new. I don’t dislike but I can’t say that I fully enjoy it either. The thoughts seem drawn out and repetitive, but I suppose the stages “puberty” would do that to anyone.

[Randomgold]

This looks like it'll be good. I can't wait to see what kind of relationship these two characters develop. This can be taken in so many directions right now, and it'll be interesting to see which one you decide to take.