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Chapter 6: Walk
“Charles, could you please hurry up with your disguise,” Yukie hissed as she clutched her handbag. “Your eyes are still green and your features are still too foreign.”
“Maybe this would be easier if I were allowed to practice magic in the home every once in a while,” Charles frowned concentrating ten times harder. Being a Metamorphagus was something he used to pride himself on and he had always enjoyed growing a pig nose or changing his hair color – well, before he began working for the Ministry that is. After that he had only used it at parties when everyone had had one too many butterbeers. “I am a bit rusty.”
Yukie rolled her eyes and kept her eyes fixed on the sliding door to the classroom expecting Kurumi’s first grade teacher to come walking in at any moment. Charles, now with his disguised completed, looked back at his wife with a wide grin on his face. “Is this better?”
“Much,” she replied as she began fidgeting with her hair.
“You know, Kurumi is starting to do that too,” he laughed pointing how her hair playing habit.
Just then, Kurumi’s teacher entered the room and sat down at the empty desk in front of the two. “Good Morning Mr. and Mrs. Someya,” the pudgy man said adjusting his classes. “It is always nice to see you two. Kurumi is doing fine in all her classes and she had made really good friends with another student. The two of them are inseparable.” He flipped through a few pieces of paper on his desk. “We had a drawing assignment in class this week where the kids were asked to draw their family…” he flipped through a few more pages until he found Kurumi’s and handed it to her parents. “Funny thing is that the father figure doesn’t look a thing like you Mr. Someya. Are you spending enough time at home?”
Charles tried not to laugh as he looked at his daughter’s drawing and saw him in his dirty blonde hair and bread drawn with crayon and bright green eyes that were practically popping off the page. Yukie swallowed her gasp and ended up coughing up a storm. With the teacher distracted getting her a glass of water, Charles took out his wand and charmed the drawing to make his figure with short black hair, blue eyes, and more Japanese features.
“You think so? Perhaps she drew the nose too far down?” he laughed handing the drawing back to the teacher who looked at the paper and adjusted his glasses again.
“Y-y-y-yes, that must be it,” he fumbled around his words. Perhaps his memory was going?
Charles winked at Yukie. See, magic could be a very very valuable thing.
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“Kurumi! Over here!” Hitomi waved from across the school’s dirt field. “We are going to play tag.”
Kurumi put her school shoes in their locker and threw on her sneakers before running to where Hitomi stood with six other of their classmates.
“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors to see who has to be it first,” one of the boys suggested.
After figuring out who was it, another little girl, Kurumi and Hitomi ran hand in hand away from the other kids giggling the entire way. The small group of kids ran everywhere around the field ten times over. Suddenly, Kurumi’s foot caught on a rock and she fell to the ground skinning her knee and getting some dirt in her eyes. Shutting her eyes tight, she began crying in the middle of the field as a small group of students began gathering around.
“Kurumi, are you OK?” Hitomi asked kneeling down beside her best friend and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe some of the dust from Kurumi’s face. Kurumi tried to open her eyes, but something sharp was poking into her eye and getting stuck in her eyelids. She rubbed her eyes a bit and two clear objects with a hint of brown fell to the ground. Her eyes felt much better now and she was able to open them.
“I’m OK,” she sniffled looking up at Hitomi and her friends. All the students made strange faces and took a step back from Kurumi. “Kurumi…why are your eyes not brown?” Hitomi asked looking fearful.
Oh no, her contacts had fallen out. Kurumi began searching the ground for them when another student suddenly stepped on her hand. “What are you doing, Someya,” the older student said in disgust. The pain in her hand made Kurumi’s eyes change from their usual violet to a deep blue. “You looking for something.” The boy then spit on her head and kicked some dirt in her face again. “Looks like someone has been lying to us,” another student spat pulling on Kurumi’s hair so her face was looking up at everyone. “None of us have blue eyes...you filthy halfie!”
Kurumi felt the pain in her hand and now her head from her hair pulling intensify and her eyes began to water again with hot tears. Halfie? What did that mean? She tried to turn her head to look at Hitomi, but her best friend was already taking several steps backwards away from her. “H-H-H-Hitomi?” Kurumi asked in a pleading voice. Hadn’t they been best friends now for two years? They were going to be in the same class going into third grade…they did everything together. They even got in trouble together. “Hitomi?”
Hitomi soon faded away into the crowded that had gathered around Kurumi. The student pulling her hair shoved her downwards but did not let go of her hair. Soon the students around her began chanting “dirty halfie” and other cruel things. A few students even picked up some dirt to throw at her and grind into her hair. Finally, one student kicked her in the sides, knocking all the wind out of her.
As she lay there gasping for breath, one of the teacher’s came running from the opposite of the field and pushed all the other kids away to find Kurumi lying on the ground in fetal position with tears streaming down her face. Kurumi couldn’t hear the teacher scolding the students nor could she hear the students explaining that she was only half Japanese and had been lying to them all this time and that was why they were beating her up. All that was running through her head at that moment was Hitomi’s frightened face as she backed away from Kurumi.
“Hi-to-mi,” Kurumi whispered as her eyes closed and she enter a world of nightmares.
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Last edited by sweetpinkpixie; 02-23-2011 at 12:43 PM.
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