Chapter One:
Aisha Garrison hated his name and for good reason. It was overly feminine and, for a seventeen-year-old such as himself, he knew it did not suit him in anyway possible. Nevertheless, there was really little that he could do about it. Aisha went by Garrison to save face because he had no middle name. He found himself constantly afraid of someone finding out about his real name. He was not masculine enough to pull through it.
Garrison had a rather lethe form. It was not scrawny like a scarecrow nor bulky like a bear. He had muscles, tone muscles that moved across his body smoothly like pond ripples. His eyes were distinct were almost lavender in color to a point that they chilled anyone to the bones if they dared to stare directly into them. His hair, redder than blood and vivid, fell down to his waist in teh front, but only went to his shoulders in the back. A ponytail was tied by a black ribbon on the back of his head and went to the middle of his back. He knew very well that his hair made him look far more feminine than it should, but he did not care about that part. His skin, pale as the moon and soft like clouds, was perfect and clean. His ebony brows arched over his eyes in a thin beautiful way. With lips of a satiny pink that were thin and gentle and straight teeth as white as untouched snow, he coukd kill with his smile. Luckily for those around him, he never smiled. HIs hands were soft like a child's cheeks. His own cheeks were hinted with a faint blush that grew upon embarrassment. A frail cottony tone vibrated hollow and deep inside his throat, whisping and rasping in his haunting voice. His jaw was seet, his lashes long and dark, and his stance solid and sure. He held a sturdy visage as cold as a wintery meadow abandoned to the harsh blizzards of December. Something dark twirled through his soul and poured out through his eyes and voice.
For the most part, Garrison was alone. There were thsoe that surrounded him out of fear, pretending to be his friends just to be close to him and gain the fame that went with it. He did not liek a single one of them, but his fake acceptance kept them from noticing. He let them come and indulge in his shadow, but he truly could not stand them. A frigid fog encased him in its chilling talons. He belonged to no one...and no one belonged to him.
On the fourth week of school, Monday, he stalked into his first period class, Algebra Two. His trench coat let out clinks as its many buckles hit against one another. His heavy boots thudded upon the checkered ceramic floor of teh classroom. Everyone turned to look at him as he entered, fire in his dying eyes. A strange breath seemed to heave and Garrison's head perked up as he peered at the breather.
His eyes locked onto the deadly yellow ones of another boy.
This boy was different from any garrison had ever once seen. His large eyes, though deadly, were bright and cunning. His black hair was a mess, short, and choppy as if a six-year-old had cut it for him. His cheeks were ruddy and worn from much smiling and his body was still slightly round and soft like a child's. Still thin enough to be athletic, the boy's body was slung into a chair like a discarded bag with one foot on the desktop and the other pressed against another desk's side. His clothes fit his rustic grin, which was befit with straight and white teeth that bore frighteningly sharp canines. His nose was botton-like and his lips reed as a cherry. He was obviously Asian and, likely, Japanese, with his beautifully tan skin.
He lifted his head slightly and cocked his tender jaw in an interested way as his eyes slammed into Garrison's. Garrison would have liked to have ignored the new boy, but it was rather impossible, especially since the runt sat in his chair. Bitterly, he stalked up to him.
"You're in my chair." He stated factually, trying to conceil his anger.
"Oh?" The boy snickered. "I don't see your name on it."
"The teacher assigned that seat to me, brat." Garrison's eyes narrowed. "Now, move."
"I'll move when I wanna!" The boy smiled bigger in a strangely malevolent way. "My name is Hiroshuu Kiko and you are?"
"Garrison."
"Sounds like a prison." The boy laugehd evily. "So, Garrison-kun, what's your full name?"
"Doesn't matter." Garrison snapped. "Get out of my chair."
"Make me." Kiko taunted. "You look like you need to go do something outrageous. Are you stuck in a funk of some sort? Cut the "k" and call it "fun!" We could go do something crazy together. Wanna? I'm already bored to tears of this place."
"I just want you out of my seat." Garrison hissed. "I have school and so do you."
'Fuck school!" Kiko's eyes were crazed. "Let's have fun!"
"I'm fine where I am." Garrisno wanted to beat the boy to death. He was just too out of control! "Get out of my seat."
"We could do all sorts of wild and mischieveous things together, Garrison-kun. Let's!" Kiko lept up, his feet finding the floor in an instant. His stance became stone-sure, even though he only stood to shoulder-height in comparison to Garrison. "We need to spread these wings of ours and fly to some sort of a paradise!"
"I'll pass." Garrison set his sidepack down next to his desk, trying to get past Kiko.
"Don't even try to sit, Garrison-kun!" Kiko barked, making everyone in the room, including Garrison, jump. "We're not staying here!"
"I don't know you and I certainly don't like you." Garrison's eyes shot a warning glance at the boy. "I'm not leaving on some premature adventure to God-knows-where to wind up doing something stupid or not doing anything at all. You can go on your own, Kiko."
"Kun!" Kiko snapped. "Add -kun at the end! Baka! You don't know who you're talking to, do ya?" Kiko's eyes took on a startling viciousness. "When I say we go, we go. Got it?"
Kiko's hand lashed forward and latched onto Garrison's and then he was tugging him out of the classroom and down the hall towards the school exit. Garrison was shocked by how tough the boy was! He tried to get Kiko to release him, but the boy had a powerful hold that he refused to lose.
Suddenly, they were outside and Garrison was in a car a second later, Kiko speeding them off to some place Garrison did not even want to find out about.