Thread: Best Friends are the Best Lover (Yuri*Sakura)

As the young feline girl was being loaded into the car, down the street, sapphire eyes traced every stone that passed, every step she took. Eyes began to blur as water welled in her eyes, there ran a small girl shorter then even the feline girl, despite being the same age. Her long cascading white hair, that looked like snow waving in the wind swayed from side to side with each stride. Yu-chan! Yuuu-chan! The poor child screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran as though her life depended on it. But alas she was no match for a car, nore gravity, as her eyes had blurred long ago with the streaming tears that fell down over her cheeks. Her feet could not keep up with how fast her brain told them to run, tripping over herself, she fell skidding across the black top scuffing up herself leaving a light gash on her cheek. As she sat up in pain still crying she looked up and already they were in the distance. She cried harder, screaming one last 'Yu-chan.' Before the car was beyond sight. Ten Years later. A young man no older then sixteen walked through the gates a scowl on his face. He was the newest transfer student or at least he though he was. Not many people wanted to come to a small town like this out of the city. All he could think of was, 'Che...' He seemed quit displeased with it all, he was clearly not a 'good boy.' He wore a black over coat, one the teachers would no doubt soon have him take off. It seemed like he was a dealer or trying to conceal something. He had nothing to conceal, his weapons were in plain sight. His fists were all he ever used, not relaying on some piece of metal or something to win his fights. Hell no, he would fight fair and square, and knock there blocks off himself. Even with his normal attitude he seemed even more out of sorts today, and thing's as usual only snowballed from there. It didn't take long for the delinquents to pick him out of the crowd, white hair, wasn't normal after all. 'Well hey there snow ball, you must be one of the new students eh.' Lesson one, never call him snow ball. 'Yeah, this pretty boy thinks he can stroll onto our turf looking all tough and get away with it.' Lesson two, never call him a pretty boy. 'Hehe, yeah, why don't we show him how we Greet our new friends?' Lesson three, N.E.V.E.R T.R.E.A.T.E.N H.I.M, and this was the biggest lesson of all. Well then country boys, you seem to be looking for a brawl I take it. The young man smiled gently it seemed also as if he was the kind gentle type. But in a flip of a switch his look change. Well then country boys, let me show you how scary us 'City folk' really are! He had a wicked smile on his face and without another seconds warning his fist shot into the stomach of the young man who was in front of him. It let out a loud thud, if it hit slightly higher there would of been a crunch of his ribs. While the other two stood shocked saying the boy's name, which he didn't care to listen, he spun on his heels pounding the one behind him square in the face with a quick jab. Few people who weren't used to fighting could stay standing after punch to the face. He left the largest for last, that wicked smile never failing. The boy swung at him, but it was clear the white haired boy didn't take him seriously, lazily dodging to the side, he raised his leg and sent it up colliding with the young mans head. His form and technique suggested he had some tae-kwon-do training. As the poor boy dropped like the others, the white haired boy cracked his neck, seeming board. You bunch call yourself delinquents? You pathetic, I doubt you boys have ever really been in a real brawl. Country boys are such weak little pussy's. He spoke, only to che after, walking away, actually stepping on one of them, like they were nothing but trash. Which to him they were, it was so annoying if this was all he had to contend with, he would take over this town by himself, without having to try. He simply strolled onto the school building, wondering what teacher would catch him first for a wonderful lecture.