A Walk by the River[Kuro, Ri, Saint]

[Jason Psychosis]

Jason sat by the edge of the river in the woods. The sounds of fish and crickets were all that could be heard. Out here Jason found peace. No arguments. No one to annoy him. Nothing to keep him awake.

"I wonder if anyone knows about this place?" he pondered aloud. "I hope that if anyone comes up, it's someone peaceful."

Suddenly hJason heard a nopise. He stood up and turned around to find himself staring at a boy.

Strange to find someone else out here.

"What do you want?" he said.

[x A m r i t a . . .]

The boy was set out in the morning with this guitar once more. He had a collection of them, all sorts of different types from accoustic, to electric. Before, he had set out with his accoustic guitar, which he ended up giving to a girl who's been in the academy for about the same time as he was. A crimson haired American girl who seemed happy to recieve the second hand good.

Ever since that day, he's been thinking whether that girl's been playing it and taking care of it well. Only wishing that she was, and she wouldn't destroy it in one go.

This time, the one to venture out with him was a Gibson Les Paul. By far a great comfortable guitar with a great sound. Of course, it wouldn't make much sound without the amplifiers plugged in into the body. That is why he had a mini amp clipped to his jeans' belt.

His attire was still new looking. And it had been a while since he had died too. He was getting used to his new looks and new items. Perhaps dying wasn't such a bad thing after all?

Though he did feel humiliated. And his tattooed self was embaressing to show. They'd think he's a delinquent, which he is only partly one. He really had no intentions of being one though. The venue this time was the north woods.

He sat himself comfortable underneath a tree which was near the river bank. The ripples of waters could be heard clearly, hence he turned up his amplifier volume and started strumming out excersize picks. Even though it was composed by light and simple chords, it was still nice.

A stare made his temper rise. He doesn't fancy being stared. Moreover, the question asked by the boy was pretty rude too. He flicked the zero point seven-five millimetre pick to the boy whom rudely asked the question.

"As a discipline watcher of Alice Academy, I shall not tollerate people whom asks with such a rude manner." He said. "Who're you talking to? Kurosagi Tatsuya. The teachers would most likely be on my side instead of yours if you want a quarrel."

[Ri]

Restrictor? Check.

A few steps towards the door of her room.

Restrictor? Check.

A few steps down the corridor of the dormitory building.

Restrictor? Check.

A few steps on the grassy area leading to the North Woods.

Restrictor?

Risha bit her lip.

Check.

It was obvious paranoia that hit the girl with ashen hair as she ambled towards the trees in the near distance. Her gray eyes were restless as he moved over the protruding roots, searching for a spot to train her legs without anyone seeing--timid as she was.

She stopped, her sneakers silently pressed the grass flat against the ground. She looked down on her black wristband--her restrictor--and then sighed. No more negligence from her.

Nights before, she almost sucked Psycho's blood when she went out of control just because she left her restrictor in her room. Foolish. She wouldn't let that happen--ever. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen the nice man to say an apology personally.

Risha stretched her lean legs and then made a routine stretching for minutes until a faint music reached her ears. She stopped, holding her stooped position, waiting for her brain to confirm what she was hearing.

Guitar.

It was a guitar, amplified.

Ri stood up and brushed her white arm against her forehead. Someone's in the woods? She mused with a little smile. Had her fingers been longer, she could have easily learned how to play her desired instrument. But the heavens blessed her with short fingers and strong legs and so, she ran instead.

She strained to hear the music. It was attracting her way more than she expected. With a plan of secretly watching the unknown guitarist, she set off silently through the woods. And it was in no time when she reached a site nearest a riverbank. She stopped, her breath held, and then she slipped behind a tree.

There was a guy who looked quite "dangerous"--in a sense. With the tattoos, fashion and all. But care she did not. He played the guitar beautifully, he was someone she should admire.

Ri stood there, awed by the music when someone spoke.

"What do you want?"

Psycho? She thought she reckoned the voice.

"Who're you talking to? Kurosagi Tatsuya. The teachers would most likely be on my side instead of yours if you want a quarrel."

The guitarist retorted rather with temper. Discipline watcher? Ri thought. Who is he? And what is Psycho doing here?

[Saint]

Saint was there once more, before his painting of an angel. The art of vandalism on a tree bark. He was at ease, believing that no one would be there to disturb him, when he heard rustling of leaves somewhere near him. Apparently, someone ran there.

"Don't tell me someone's in trouble again." Saint rolled his sharply angled silver eyes.

Placing his orange shades on his head, he followed the noisy leaves until he stopped feet from a girl who was hiding behind a tree. The tree was near another guy with a guitar talking with another guy. What?

He took a few steps further and finally, he recognized the girl.

"Hey Ri! London Doll!" He called out loudly. "What's up there?"

[Jason Psychosis]

"Hey Ri! London Doll! What's up there?"

Though Jason knew who it was, he pretended not to. He knew Ri had been watching him and this guy, but he didn't say anything. Ignoring the guy, Jason turned to the two kids in the bushes.

"Ri? Saint?" Jason said, trying to act surprised. "What are you two doing here?"

As he walked up to Saint, he asked "Do you have a spare smoke? I could really use one."

[x A m r i t a . . .]

"Oh great. Lovely. Not only are you rude, but you also smoke."

He said, slightly cursing under his breath. For him, it was a big deal. Perhaps it was his title giving him this sense that everything out of the square of the rules were forbidden and he's left to keep an eye on the students to follow appropriate rules.

If he had to say, it was a bother. But the majority rules and everyone trusted him. Hence they voted for him.

His orbs wander around, manouvering his stance to spot a girl, and a boy. The girl didn't say anything, had she been eavesdropping he wondered. His temper doesn't allow him to be cooled easily, and he was still annoyed at Rude-boy whom asked a question in a rude manner.

Tempted to draw out his handgun from his back pocket and shoot a live shell; ammunition to Rude-boy. He tried to keep his cool though, although sometimes-- most of the time it doesn't work. He placed his guitar on his back, the strap was loosely hanging from his shouders and torso.

He removed his lightly tinted gray sunglasses off the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes before placing it back on. He then cleared his throat, preparing a speech.

"And how far are you with the conversation, miss?" He said as he turned around to the girl. "I don't like eavesdroppers, you know?"

[Ri]

"Hey Ri! London Doll! What's up there?"

Ri's head spun to spot her silver haired friend care freely ambling towards her. Not now.

Before she could speak, Psycho had called her attention. She was inwardly killing Saint.

"Ri? Saint? What are you two doing here?"

Obviously, she had interrupted the nice chat between the guitarist and the general. Worse was, the guy she watched turned to her rather coldly.


"And how far are you with the conversation, miss?" Ri bit her lip and blushed. "I don't like eavesdroppers, you know?"

"S-sorry." She was utterly scared of the guy. The way he spoke and looked at her made her conclude that he was the last guy she would probably want to mess up with. Her heart was beating hard and that caused her to clutch at her restrictor. She didn't like that feeling of intensity...it somehow whispered to her an impending doom.

"I wasn't eavesdropping." Risha blushed harder. Heart beat getting faster. "I was listening..." her voice trailed off as she stole a glance of his guitar. "...your music." She inaudibly added as she raised her dead-passive eyes to meet his.

BLOCK.

[Saint]

Hearing the general's call, Saint turned a wary pair of eyes to his direction.

"Do you have a spare smoke? I could really use one."

Saint's brow went up. Since when did he know I was smoking? "Mister General," he said since he forgot his name, "my pack's in my dorm, sorry."

"Oh great. Lovely. Not only are you rude, but you also smoke."


The teen turned to see the other guy with a guitar strapped to him. He looked obnoxious--no more words needed there. And what was the deal with him about smoking? Well, we're minors. He thought.

Before he could stretch out his hand and introduce like any other gentleman, the guitarist turned to Ri who looked utterly frozen at the moment. His parted lips closed and then he nodded once to himself.

"The name's Saint, sir." He called out, as if speaking to someone far off at a distance.

[Jason Psychosis]

"Mister General, my pack's in my dorm, sorry."

Never thought of myself as a "mister" before, Jason thought as he looked at Saint.

"My name's Jason," he said. Then he turned to ri, who at the time was being harrassed by his newest aquaintance.

"Is there a problem here, sir?" he asked the boy. Since he didn't know his name, he reffered to him as "sir" so that he wouldn't be disrespectful.

[x A m r i t a . . .]

"Darn these bunch of freaks"

He commented, making his volume loud enough only for him to hear. Already he was disliking the bunch. Only the girl, she seemed okay. Not that he would get involved with her in any way, though. At least she was polite, and he liked her that way.

"It's okay, miss. I'm not angry at you." He said with a smile.

Obviously fake, but at least he tried to smile. With that kind of temper, it was hard to smile nicely. Especially when the metre's on boiling too. Seems like a lot of things tick him off? Well, he wouldn't be Kurosagi Tatsuya without the temper he's famous for.

"Anyhow, you bunch. You're new, and I know it's not an easy thing to fit in at first. Rules are rules, and the reason why I exist is to patrol and keep the kids on the right path."

That wasn't really all of it. He was also responsilble for a lot of things. Come to think of it, he never even went to one of them student council meetings. The last one was held by the school president-- Hiei Valentine, who somehow disappeared again. He does that a lot and everyone gets used to it sooner or later.

"And yes, there is a problem. I won't say it, but what I said earlier should be enough to explain all your questions."

[Ri]

When someone is angry at somebody else, that someone's focus tends to concentrate on the angry person...thinking of ways to lighten or worsen the emotion.

Ri was in that situation and the two other people disappeared into oblivion when the guitarist smiled at her. "It's okay, miss. I'm not angry at you." He was cute...and handsome...and cute. That smile, she liked it. That music, she liked it too. She was relieved to know she was saved from the tense man.

She slightly bowed to thank him for there was still an awe caught in her throat.

"Anyhow, you bunch. You're new, and I know it's not an easy thing to fit in at first. Rules are rules, and the reason why I exist is to patrol and keep the kids on the right path."

The unknown guy turned to the guys but she believed she was included in the sermon.

"And yes, there is a problem. I won't say it, but what I said earlier should be enough to explain all your questions."

Ri was a timid girl, painfully passive and unresponsive at times. It took all her might to part her cat lips and stretch out her hand and poke his shoulder softly. "Sir," she was annoyingly inaudible, "if you wouldn't mind..." She paused. "May I hear you play again?"

It was stupid. There she was, in a tense situation with all the guys' temper heated up and there she went, poking him once to ask for a guitar piece.

[Saint]

"And yes, there is a problem. I won't say it, but what I said earlier should be enough to explain all your questions."

Saint didn't want to get into trouble, alright. He had kept his hands clean for a long while now, he didn't want to get into more arguments because of cigarettes.

"Well, Jason, Ri," a pause, "sir, I think I'll take my leave." He made a curt bow and then turned to head back to the edge of the woods.

block.

[Jason Psychosis]

Jason watched as Saint walked away from the group, leaving behind Ri, the unnamed man and himself. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as Jason noticed that the unnamed man had something that looked very heavy in his pocket. Though afraid, Jason wouldn't leave. He needed to talk to Ri, and he really didn't care if this new guy was there or not.

"Ri," Jason said, "I'd like to talk to you about something."

[__& &" R e a s o n]

OOC: Can't be stuffed going on Kuro. Lousy internet connection. Just pretend that this is Kuro for one post. Plus a block. My imaginations are sucked dry by the love threads.

He cocked a brow up as he girl asked her to play once more. With all the rage inside him with a hint of murderous intent, he's bound to show his weak side of playing the guitar. Sure it would still be good, but his calmness always made the music better and unrushed.

"Maybe some other time, lady." He said, "That thug over there is wishing for your presence."

Pointing to the tanned man standing behind him with his thumb. His four fingers formed a fist, but that was only a gesture of point-- looking down on one.

"Maybe when he's done I'd play something."

[Ri]

"Ri, I'd like to talk to you about something." There was something serious about the way Jason said things so she turned to the guitarist to say something. However, he had the same thing in mind, apparently.

"Maybe some other time, lady. That thug over there is wishing for your presence."

"Thank you, anyway." Ri said softly before turning to Jason. "What is it?" She asked with round, wondering eyes.

[Jason Psychosis]

"Maybe some other time, lady. That thug over there is wishing for your presence."

"If I'm a thug, what does that make you?" Jason said to the boy.
Forgetting him, he turned back to Ri.

"I have something I need to ask you, but I'm not sure how. Maybe it would be best if you visited me in my dorm tomorrow. By then I'll be ready for you."

He turned and started walking away from her.

"And one more thing," he said, turning around, "Next time don't stop."

Then he continued walking away from the scene.