Short Stop -- owl

[Aki Gotouda]

I closed the book,

but paused stare at the black swirls lacing around the cover.  I ran my fingers over the silky indents and gave a small smile at the novel.  I stood myself up, reaching up with my arms, I put the book back in its rightful spot.  I sunk back down, not bothering to grab another book to pass time.  I turned to my right and shuffled around in my backpack, looking for my phone.  I gave up when I felt a sharp object poke my finger.  I pulled my hand out and licked off the blood, an attempt to not drip blood onto my clothes.  I groaned lightly and stood back up.  I really never wanted to leave this peaceful library.  No one could bother me, hurt me, make fun of me, or really anything.

    I might consider it bliss if they had a manga selection.  What to read next?  So many books, maybe I'll get another romance novel.  They're always so cute... I drifted off into thought for a moment before accidentally slipping from my leaning position and slamming my head against the solid oak wood bookcase.  A small gasp escaped my mouth as I gingerly grabbed my head, sulking a little bit.  "Great.  Just adding to my brain damage."  I sighed and looked around until I saw an interesting book above my injured head.  I reached up, but failed to grab it.  The tip of my middle finger only was grazing the bottom of the book.  I puffed out my cheeks and got onto my tiptoes, but I still couldn't grab it.  As I was reaching, a shadow appeared behind myself, the shadow reached for the book. { Vince Counte }

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[Vince Counte]

I strolled around the library, shadows under my eyes. They were a result from not being able to sleep very good; the reason was of my sister's recent death in a factory that blew up recently. Another pang of grief hit me, opening the hole in my chest a little more. A small thud hit a bookcase nearby. Startled, I jumped and hid in one of the curtains. Anxiously, I peered around the desolate, vacant library, finally unsure if I was in there alone.

I looked around the bookcase, and was startled to see a boy reaching for a book he could barely grasp. A small smile crossed my features, and I strolled leisurely over, my blonde locks falling over my dark eyes as usual. With a smile, I attempted to pet the dark-haired boy's hair, and grab the book from where I was standing. " Here ya go, lad. " I murmured curiously.

[Aki Gotouda]

I nearly screamed

as a hand touched my head.  Another hand reached over and grabbed the book I had been desperately reaching towards.  I watched as the vibrant red cover appeared before my eyes.  Morbid black letters crossed the front.  I shrank down and passed underneath the arms surrounding me, of course tripping and falling towards my bag.  I landed with an "oof" and a little tear slipped out of my eye.  "Ow!"  I nearly shouted, but I managed to keep the yelp quiet.  I bit my cheek and looked up at the blonde boy who had grabbed my book.  I blushed profusely and hurriedly scrambled up.  I hooked my bag in my hand and reached out for the book.

    I looked away from the taller boy and waited for the rough canvas cover to be dropped into my hands.  "T-thank you..."

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[Vince Counte]

I'D TRADE ALL MY TOMORROWS FOR JUST ONE YESTERDAY

I flinched a bit as the boy fell, and my golden eyes grew round when he fell back. A soft yelp of pain escaped him, and I reached out with my two hands, fluttering anxiously over him. " Are you okay? " I practically squeaked, feeling extremely guilty. I was pretty much frantic, my expression probably a comical hysterical mess. " I didn't hurt you, did I? " Stupid me. Worrisome as usual. My pet owl Merlin fluttered over my head, scolding me owlishly as he landed next to the boy. His beak pecked my head sharply before landing, making me glare at Merlin. His beautiful Barn Owl feathers rustled slightly as his dark eyes settled on me in a glare. I flinched from the iciness, until realization of what I might have done to him hit me. I could have gone wolf on him. I felt the blood drain from my face, before backing away swiftly from the boy, trying to keep the wolf inside me from escaping. It didn't help that tonight was a full moon.

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[Aki Gotouda]

What was happening?

The boy stepped away from, still having the book. Oh god, was I rude to not accept his offering hand?  My face went white and I bowed, a common thing for me to do considering my Japanese heritage.  "I-I'm sorry!"  I frantically said in a light voice.  I looked up at the boy with shiny eyes and spun around, trying to find some other place to sit and read.  The blondie probably didn't want someone such as myself bothering him.  I would always be a hindrance.  I turned and weaved through different bookcases, trying to find an a good place to hide away in shame.  Well, that was the plan until I got lost.

    I sighed and sat down, leaning against a wall lined with heavy dictionaries and such.  No romance novel, no human contact, just a dark corner.

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[Vince Counte]

I'D TRADE ALL MY TOMORROWS FOR JUST ONE YESTERDAY

I shook my head, sniffing the air slightly. The boy had scuttled off into the depths of the maze-like library, without his book. My expression worried, I felt my stupid owl cuff my head with his wing, before settling on top of my head with talon-like clutches. Well, he did have talons. Where did he go? I sniffed the air slightly again, letting my wolf take over my senses. There. I followed his weaving scent through bookcases, my golden eyes round with concern. Damn my goodness. Send me to hell already! I sighed, coming upon a dark corner in where the boy sat. " Hey, are you alright? " I asked, concern in my voice. I winced slightly at how wolfish it sounded. " I have your book. " I offered him the book, concern for the boy in my eyes. Something about him seemed... different, even if he wasn't another species like me. Werewolves were hated... despised... feared. I wouldn't be surprised if the boy instantly figured out what I was, and wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want to be my friend. I hated myself. I hated the way how scrawny I looked, despite my scars and how fit I was. I hated how hollow I had become. I hated the werewolf inside of me. I hated myself, despite my ever-growing worry for attacking the boy in front of me.

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[Aki Gotouda]

I looked up

to see the blonde boy. How exactly could this kid have found me? I blinked in surprise and reached up for the book. "Y-yeah... I'm fine..."  My cheeks turned a light pink as I gave the boy a shy smile.  I grabbed the book and pulled it down into my lap.  "Um... I am Aki..."  I said, trying to not make eye contact as much as possible.  "You didn't have to give me the book.  Sorry for troubling you."  I opened my bag and pulled out a lemon colored sucker.  I reached up as far as I could, not even making it past the boy's knees.  Yeah, I was really short.

    I looked back at him and then realized who was talking to me.  A pretty boy, blonde at that.  My eyes widened a little and I was smiling brightly, well in my mind I was.

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[Vince Counte]

I'D TRADE ALL MY TOMORROWS FOR JUST ONE YESTERDAY

I am stupid. I am werewolf. I... am stupid werewolf? The thought kept crossing my mind as I shook my head a bit. The boy had a cute blush, for someone so small. " My name's Vince. Call me Count Dracula, " I joked. " or call me Vin. Nice to meet you! " I managed a bright smile at him, although I was personally afraid to hurt him on the inside. I glanced warily around me, terror shooting through me when I saw the window. I relaxed silently, before asking him the dreaded question. " N - no. It's alright. " I murmured. " Do you know what time it is? " I implored miserably.

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[Aki Gotouda]

I puffed out my cheeks,

kind of pouting when my sucker wasn't accepted. I muttered a few words before unwrapping it and popping it in my own mouth.  "Vin, alrighty!"  I said in a quiet yet happy voice.

    I stood, slinging my bag over my shoulder.  I was still a substantial amount shorter than Vince.  I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone as he asked for the time.  "Ah, it's actually quite late.  Good thing this library is a twenty four hour service... Oh yeah, uh, it's eleven thirty."  I slipped my phone into my pocket and looked at Vince from the corner of my eye, trying to be discreet about it.

    This guy was honestly a hunk in my opinion, not that I'd ever say so.  Which meant I had to continue blushing and smiling at him secretly.  Wow, isn't my social ability great?

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