Here is the first chapter of "novel" I wrote for NaNoWriMo last month. 50 000 words just came out because I divided into chapters from the beginning, but may the amount varies according to what you review and editing.
Title: The Red Moon.
Chapter: One
Characters: Rikkai, mainly Akaya Kirihara.
Gender: Mystery, Thriller and Suspense (LOL according to the NaNo)
Rating: PG-13 .
Warnings: AU .
Summary: Here.
Akaya Kirihara returned to his home about nine o'clock at night after having spent the afternoon playing in the arcade that was in the center mall near her home. The weather was not such a thing, because his life was surprisingly deep in the studies, now he has more responsibility to have decent grades in college. Either way, his personality was so explosive and always normal, with the same ambitions to be the best. Without doubt, the temperament was something that could change from night to morning.
To her relief, the holidays are approaching faster pace than expected, to feel the days getting warmer. He scratched his head lazily, keeping intact those impossible dark hair, which seemed to have been entangled for life and therefore keeping the nickname of "head of algae" to this day, since a senpai at school that had begun to call it annoying fashion.
Come to think of it, what would in the summer? Of course I wanted to relax and enjoy some precious time with his game that still kept as treasures in a box under her bed. By rumors of his companions, there was no significant extracurricular activity in kinesiology, so your days of leisure would be more. It was also announced that a much hotter summer than normal and was not at all refreshing stay home every day, so its not thrilling game as much as high school, when after school was next to Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai to ... What would life Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai?
finally got home, verifying that only his mother was in it. His older sister had left there for two years ago when he decided to get married and go live in the capital. At first, Akaya felt more alone than I could support, so after crying a little on the day of parting, never expressed his feelings about it and just wished him luck as well warn you that if that bastard I did something, he personally would smash his face.
went into the kitchen and took a glass of milk. Then he looked forward without much television that talked about a series of murders of which no one knew the exact whereabouts of the perpetrator. They claimed that it was a smart guy, very normal in appearance and not spent thirty years of age. It was said that his personality suited to an individual rather charismatic, pleasant and friendly, at first glance not be confused with a guy who never liked to play with people's deaths. Akaya remained inert in front of the TV a few seconds, while his countenance relaxing to hear that this had happened in America, something quite common for those parts. He had not help but feel a chill with the descriptions of the deaths of the victims, so I instinctively changed the channel. He stopped at one when he realized that the sports section was about to begin, so I sat on the nearest chair with his glass in hand, decided to stay and watch.
His eyes softened a little when the driver was talking about the Wimbledon championship to be held in a few days. He could not help but recall with nostalgia their high school years and his desire to become the number one tennis player Rikkai Dai, their failed attempts to defeat the so-called three demons that made it difficult the dream of reaching the top and the two championships won by his team when he was in first and third years respectively. The bitter taste was still in its second year when they lost the final, but the next, in part because they were his superiors, "could reverse the situation and be proud of itself to achieve a championship with its own efforts and dedication to principle to finish.
What happened to all those yearning to follow the dream of becoming a professional tennis player, then? Honestly, even he knew exactly. Perhaps it was because his superiors not followed that line and focused on objectives that had little to do with tennis. The fact that Japan is not exactly a country that exported quantities of talented players did not help at all and thought of something more tangible and profitable. It was also true that he himself was characterized as someone with great maturity, but even an idiot would know to follow a naive dream would not last a lifetime, think later.
He walked slowly to his room, picking up his thoughts of doing a few hours ago, wondering what the hell was the lives of Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai. Was it appropriate to call them yet? That was a habit he could not leave her overnight, especially knowing that for years have not seen enough to call them otherwise. Marui-senpai probably already had a bakery with all this obsession with candy. Jackal-senpai seemed the most focused of all, so I figured it working or studying something more normal, "Or maybe he went to Brazil? It was not really imagine utopian, but news had not heard about it, so it was probably still in the country. At least I'd know by Yanagi-senpai, so far the only one that had maintained communication. And it was not to talk much, the last time was almost three months ago, but usually not talking about the lives of others that invincible team regular, but rather things current and realistic, and ask for help in biomechanics and increase their physical capacity every time I played tennis on weekends at the street courts with friends and classmates.
Of course, there was always that when you made friends in school, after a few years lost the contact and each sought new friends according to their interests that have successfully developed and nurtured in your life as something more permanent when was fifteen or sixteen years old. Akaya could not say that he missed, but sometimes she could feel a little more nostalgic, remembering those days where everything was simpler and where just beginning to explore the world that those friends helped him find. He admitted that it was annoying to be disturbed on several occasions but could not help thinking that after all, had contributed to what he had now.
"How pathetic to think about those things just murmured, lying on his bed, unconsciously playing with a tennis ball out of his desk.
He glanced idly at the window, where he was a beautiful full moon. The sky was clear and I could appreciate the warmth of summer, despite of missing a few days to finish the spring.
And ... Why had he gone to play the arcade?
Suddenly, the air of his room was gone and choked him indoors more than usual. With little desire to be up and opened the window a little, letting the cool night breeze. Had they noticed a hotter summer, right? Really needed this holiday season, therefore, think of a place to go and should be among its priorities. Yanagi-senpai perhaps shuffled many options, so he promised he would call when final exams were finished. Leaned back in his bed, this time sleeping, as the accumulated fatigue of the week it was exhausted; think much was not at his specialty and that I was more stressed than normal, sleeping more hours than they normally did, because if not enough sleep, ran the risk of falling asleep in class, which was often and quite typical of his party, so had to take certain steps to not keep doing it.
Luckily, minutes after his eyes were closed easily, quickly falling into a deep sleep until it lifted its loud alarm of a jump to the next morning. But he had forgotten something, had set the alarm clock at six o'clock by inertia, being that it was the weekend. Not that he cared and had no force or open his eyes again, so if it sounded, just raise your right arm and go out, continuing their precious hours of sleep.
The next morning, he set out the night before his alarm went off, she was startled and almost immediately sought her hand awkwardly in order, but when I played, it plummeted to the ground, making even more noise than before. However, after the crash, all was the usual silence of the morning. I was about to return to his bed and back to sleep after picking the clock and leave it on your nightstand, but your phone did otherwise. Morocho thought that perhaps he had left the phone with the alarm set, since he used to do that when I knew that the day would be unable to get up so easily. However, the machine started again, hinting that it definitely was not the alarm, but someone was calling. I answered reluctantly and still asleep, nodded ruefully, occasionally muttering some few monosyllables.
He dropped abruptly on the bed and then get up almost instantly, knowing that should come out into the street tennis courts in a few hours. Dropped directly into the kitchen to eat something before you go, meeting with his mother. He greeted her briefly, taking a cup to fill with milk. It was common to drink milk regularly, since it was a habit she had acquired since high school.
turned on the TV set to meet again with this frightening news of North American mass murderer. Were not yet concrete leads as to who was this guy and what his real purpose to such slaughter. Only were these sketches of a suspected safe profile and testimonials from people who heard something or were close to the victims. But he could not understand more than the information in the news Japanese, because the rest was obviously English, which he never learned much beyond the basics, one of the most hated subjects in all hated in school.
What reasons had to kill? The boy thoughtfully reasoned, surrendering to the curiosity of the news. "Surely there must be crazy" , concluded after a few minutes meditating on the possible mindset of the type and the causes that led to such acts.
He offered no other around the bush and took his things to leave. It was a cool spring morning, ideal to go out and play sports. Spent by small commercial premises where there was the odd arcade, thinking how awful it had been to play the previous evening and how quickly that was frustrated to see that as playing, the result was worse. Still saw no reason for returning to play after months of not doing so, but neither given much importance, as it came to the place predestined, meeting with some guys to whom I knew years ago in their neighborhood, taking out his racket almost immediately and challenging them to play a set, temporarily forgetting their previous thoughts.
The results of the games were usually the same: Kirihara finished playing against two or three boys and ended up winning six games to four, average. Although tennis had become just a weekend pastime, still maintained the hunger for victory and their physical abilities intact its twenty-two years old. On the contrary, if he lost a match, his irritation was unquestionable, but losses did not know for quite some time anyway.
- Hey, Akaya! "The last guy who won, went to the dark-haired, who sat with a bottle of cooling water, pulling from his bag with the hand that was unoccupied, a towel. Kirihara watched with some interest, since it brought in their hands on something like a brochure. I heard you were looking for somewhere to spend the summer and yesterday I just learned this.
The boy handed him the paper that took Akaya low sensitivity, reading. Was about a botanical garden that would open to the public in a few weeks, with discounted tickets for the season to come. The tangled-haired child found the boy who was perplexed by his side, as if the idea of visiting a botanical garden in the summer was a great thing. It was more, the mere idea of thinking to be out there was ridiculous: I had no idea of plants and stuff! Neither was interested in knowing. What little I knew plant was what Yukimura-Buchou had taught him years ago when he inadvertently took a while his master was in the hospital, finding out later by Yagyuu-senpai, that this plant was unfit to care for her in a like that. So I gave up on giving that kind of thing or know anything about them.
"I'm not interested," he murmured, returning the leaf. It's not fun, was justified, but in reality, meant to think about walking out there was just stupid.
"I do not understand my point, Akaya-the smile of the boy was too attractive to not wanting to know more So what prompted the curious look to continue. Nearby there is a place where you can camp. It is well known among young people. There is talk of an urban legend that is about strange deaths.
- Strange deaths? Kirihara asked hurriedly, trying not to sound as scared as I thought to be. Helplessly, his thoughts were to fall directly to the news which told about an author remains unknown, causing such macabre murders that could compare with those seen in movies or video games in their own fight. Until that point, the idea captivated the botanical garden a little more, but not much liked the fact that death were walking around for places where he just wanted to relax and have fun.
"Yes." There is a widespread rumor yet, but sure to be popular with the opening of this place, "he said happily pointing out the pamphlet, while Akaya still could not find the positive case. You could consider it.
"Yeah, sure," automatically, taking the role that it had again received.
noted the brochure again, seeing how naive and happy that showed the ad to people, hiding who knows what things about this place. Surely the types involved knew this or else, were responsible for the rumor about the deaths and because of this, they opened a botanical garden to avoid suspicion. Finally, Akaya rose from the bench, hitting mentally think of the mind these past few days. Strangely
the case, was that this whole issue was seducing him more than necessary. He could not deny that the studies they had exhausted, but had not had an adventure in years. Her life was becoming dull and boring, knowing that if he did something good on holiday, come in a bad mood and even more hysterical than it already was now.
Thought it would be a good idea to call Yanagi-senpai and ask about the veracity of these rumors, but now admitted that if his superior belied all feel a little disappointed. Anyway, I had decided and went to investigate a bit more about it before you pack your bags and take a trip.
Kept all his belongings into his bag and left the place even a little earlier than usual, apologizing that he had things to do. He reached his house, heading straight for the bathroom to get a quick shower and back to his room. By doing so, he set his computer and searched the network's announcement of the new garden botanist who was inaugurated the first days of summer. And do not take long to find it: a website decorated in a flamboyant, almost equal to or worse than the announcement of the paper where indicated that direction. But no deaths. None of urban stories which talk about murders or anything like that. It was very obvious, he thought Akaya then none of this would go on the Internet, unless the source was of someone who has gone to that place, learning about the incident or the best, who has lived in the flesh about the event, almost bordering on the supernatural.
sought between the contacts on your mobile phone number Yanagi-senpai. Sure he knew about that and if you did not know better, because I would not hesitate in finding out background on the issue. He waited impatiently answered, so when I heard the tone, he hastened to speak.
- Yanagi-senpai! Q-
wanted to ask ... "Are you talking to your mailbox Renji Yanagi. At this moment I can not assist you, but please leave a message if urgent after the tone.
-Y-Yanagi-senpai, "he began slowly Akaya. I hated those damn automated messages at the end because nobody listened to them, but it was too urgent motive. Anyway, decided to leave the message if I read it, but I could always call you back or at another time. I Akaya. The truth is that not exactly express what I wanted to ask, but I need to know about a certain place, related to some rumors that probably should know if they are true or not. E-that's all. I hope to receive your call back. Goodbye.
not even five minutes had passed when his phone rang, while the boy was cursing himself for the lack of vocabulary every time he spoke by telephone with his senpai. Seeing the sender could not help but smile, knowing that the information just given, it was too fascinating for someone like-once-called master .
- Akaya?
To her relief, the holidays are approaching faster pace than expected, to feel the days getting warmer. He scratched his head lazily, keeping intact those impossible dark hair, which seemed to have been entangled for life and therefore keeping the nickname of "head of algae" to this day, since a senpai at school that had begun to call it annoying fashion.
Come to think of it, what would in the summer? Of course I wanted to relax and enjoy some precious time with his game that still kept as treasures in a box under her bed. By rumors of his companions, there was no significant extracurricular activity in kinesiology, so your days of leisure would be more. It was also announced that a much hotter summer than normal and was not at all refreshing stay home every day, so its not thrilling game as much as high school, when after school was next to Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai to ... What would life Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai?
finally got home, verifying that only his mother was in it. His older sister had left there for two years ago when he decided to get married and go live in the capital. At first, Akaya felt more alone than I could support, so after crying a little on the day of parting, never expressed his feelings about it and just wished him luck as well warn you that if that bastard I did something, he personally would smash his face.
went into the kitchen and took a glass of milk. Then he looked forward without much television that talked about a series of murders of which no one knew the exact whereabouts of the perpetrator. They claimed that it was a smart guy, very normal in appearance and not spent thirty years of age. It was said that his personality suited to an individual rather charismatic, pleasant and friendly, at first glance not be confused with a guy who never liked to play with people's deaths. Akaya remained inert in front of the TV a few seconds, while his countenance relaxing to hear that this had happened in America, something quite common for those parts. He had not help but feel a chill with the descriptions of the deaths of the victims, so I instinctively changed the channel. He stopped at one when he realized that the sports section was about to begin, so I sat on the nearest chair with his glass in hand, decided to stay and watch.
His eyes softened a little when the driver was talking about the Wimbledon championship to be held in a few days. He could not help but recall with nostalgia their high school years and his desire to become the number one tennis player Rikkai Dai, their failed attempts to defeat the so-called three demons that made it difficult the dream of reaching the top and the two championships won by his team when he was in first and third years respectively. The bitter taste was still in its second year when they lost the final, but the next, in part because they were his superiors, "could reverse the situation and be proud of itself to achieve a championship with its own efforts and dedication to principle to finish.
What happened to all those yearning to follow the dream of becoming a professional tennis player, then? Honestly, even he knew exactly. Perhaps it was because his superiors not followed that line and focused on objectives that had little to do with tennis. The fact that Japan is not exactly a country that exported quantities of talented players did not help at all and thought of something more tangible and profitable. It was also true that he himself was characterized as someone with great maturity, but even an idiot would know to follow a naive dream would not last a lifetime, think later.
He walked slowly to his room, picking up his thoughts of doing a few hours ago, wondering what the hell was the lives of Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai. Was it appropriate to call them yet? That was a habit he could not leave her overnight, especially knowing that for years have not seen enough to call them otherwise. Marui-senpai probably already had a bakery with all this obsession with candy. Jackal-senpai seemed the most focused of all, so I figured it working or studying something more normal, "Or maybe he went to Brazil? It was not really imagine utopian, but news had not heard about it, so it was probably still in the country. At least I'd know by Yanagi-senpai, so far the only one that had maintained communication. And it was not to talk much, the last time was almost three months ago, but usually not talking about the lives of others that invincible team regular, but rather things current and realistic, and ask for help in biomechanics and increase their physical capacity every time I played tennis on weekends at the street courts with friends and classmates.
Of course, there was always that when you made friends in school, after a few years lost the contact and each sought new friends according to their interests that have successfully developed and nurtured in your life as something more permanent when was fifteen or sixteen years old. Akaya could not say that he missed, but sometimes she could feel a little more nostalgic, remembering those days where everything was simpler and where just beginning to explore the world that those friends helped him find. He admitted that it was annoying to be disturbed on several occasions but could not help thinking that after all, had contributed to what he had now.
"How pathetic to think about those things just murmured, lying on his bed, unconsciously playing with a tennis ball out of his desk.
He glanced idly at the window, where he was a beautiful full moon. The sky was clear and I could appreciate the warmth of summer, despite of missing a few days to finish the spring.
And ... Why had he gone to play the arcade?
Suddenly, the air of his room was gone and choked him indoors more than usual. With little desire to be up and opened the window a little, letting the cool night breeze. Had they noticed a hotter summer, right? Really needed this holiday season, therefore, think of a place to go and should be among its priorities. Yanagi-senpai perhaps shuffled many options, so he promised he would call when final exams were finished. Leaned back in his bed, this time sleeping, as the accumulated fatigue of the week it was exhausted; think much was not at his specialty and that I was more stressed than normal, sleeping more hours than they normally did, because if not enough sleep, ran the risk of falling asleep in class, which was often and quite typical of his party, so had to take certain steps to not keep doing it.
Luckily, minutes after his eyes were closed easily, quickly falling into a deep sleep until it lifted its loud alarm of a jump to the next morning. But he had forgotten something, had set the alarm clock at six o'clock by inertia, being that it was the weekend. Not that he cared and had no force or open his eyes again, so if it sounded, just raise your right arm and go out, continuing their precious hours of sleep.
The next morning, he set out the night before his alarm went off, she was startled and almost immediately sought her hand awkwardly in order, but when I played, it plummeted to the ground, making even more noise than before. However, after the crash, all was the usual silence of the morning. I was about to return to his bed and back to sleep after picking the clock and leave it on your nightstand, but your phone did otherwise. Morocho thought that perhaps he had left the phone with the alarm set, since he used to do that when I knew that the day would be unable to get up so easily. However, the machine started again, hinting that it definitely was not the alarm, but someone was calling. I answered reluctantly and still asleep, nodded ruefully, occasionally muttering some few monosyllables.
He dropped abruptly on the bed and then get up almost instantly, knowing that should come out into the street tennis courts in a few hours. Dropped directly into the kitchen to eat something before you go, meeting with his mother. He greeted her briefly, taking a cup to fill with milk. It was common to drink milk regularly, since it was a habit she had acquired since high school.
turned on the TV set to meet again with this frightening news of North American mass murderer. Were not yet concrete leads as to who was this guy and what his real purpose to such slaughter. Only were these sketches of a suspected safe profile and testimonials from people who heard something or were close to the victims. But he could not understand more than the information in the news Japanese, because the rest was obviously English, which he never learned much beyond the basics, one of the most hated subjects in all hated in school.
What reasons had to kill? The boy thoughtfully reasoned, surrendering to the curiosity of the news. "Surely there must be crazy" , concluded after a few minutes meditating on the possible mindset of the type and the causes that led to such acts.
He offered no other around the bush and took his things to leave. It was a cool spring morning, ideal to go out and play sports. Spent by small commercial premises where there was the odd arcade, thinking how awful it had been to play the previous evening and how quickly that was frustrated to see that as playing, the result was worse. Still saw no reason for returning to play after months of not doing so, but neither given much importance, as it came to the place predestined, meeting with some guys to whom I knew years ago in their neighborhood, taking out his racket almost immediately and challenging them to play a set, temporarily forgetting their previous thoughts.
The results of the games were usually the same: Kirihara finished playing against two or three boys and ended up winning six games to four, average. Although tennis had become just a weekend pastime, still maintained the hunger for victory and their physical abilities intact its twenty-two years old. On the contrary, if he lost a match, his irritation was unquestionable, but losses did not know for quite some time anyway.
- Hey, Akaya! "The last guy who won, went to the dark-haired, who sat with a bottle of cooling water, pulling from his bag with the hand that was unoccupied, a towel. Kirihara watched with some interest, since it brought in their hands on something like a brochure. I heard you were looking for somewhere to spend the summer and yesterday I just learned this.
The boy handed him the paper that took Akaya low sensitivity, reading. Was about a botanical garden that would open to the public in a few weeks, with discounted tickets for the season to come. The tangled-haired child found the boy who was perplexed by his side, as if the idea of visiting a botanical garden in the summer was a great thing. It was more, the mere idea of thinking to be out there was ridiculous: I had no idea of plants and stuff! Neither was interested in knowing. What little I knew plant was what Yukimura-Buchou had taught him years ago when he inadvertently took a while his master was in the hospital, finding out later by Yagyuu-senpai, that this plant was unfit to care for her in a like that. So I gave up on giving that kind of thing or know anything about them.
"I'm not interested," he murmured, returning the leaf. It's not fun, was justified, but in reality, meant to think about walking out there was just stupid.
"I do not understand my point, Akaya-the smile of the boy was too attractive to not wanting to know more So what prompted the curious look to continue. Nearby there is a place where you can camp. It is well known among young people. There is talk of an urban legend that is about strange deaths.
- Strange deaths? Kirihara asked hurriedly, trying not to sound as scared as I thought to be. Helplessly, his thoughts were to fall directly to the news which told about an author remains unknown, causing such macabre murders that could compare with those seen in movies or video games in their own fight. Until that point, the idea captivated the botanical garden a little more, but not much liked the fact that death were walking around for places where he just wanted to relax and have fun.
"Yes." There is a widespread rumor yet, but sure to be popular with the opening of this place, "he said happily pointing out the pamphlet, while Akaya still could not find the positive case. You could consider it.
"Yeah, sure," automatically, taking the role that it had again received.
noted the brochure again, seeing how naive and happy that showed the ad to people, hiding who knows what things about this place. Surely the types involved knew this or else, were responsible for the rumor about the deaths and because of this, they opened a botanical garden to avoid suspicion. Finally, Akaya rose from the bench, hitting mentally think of the mind these past few days. Strangely
the case, was that this whole issue was seducing him more than necessary. He could not deny that the studies they had exhausted, but had not had an adventure in years. Her life was becoming dull and boring, knowing that if he did something good on holiday, come in a bad mood and even more hysterical than it already was now.
Thought it would be a good idea to call Yanagi-senpai and ask about the veracity of these rumors, but now admitted that if his superior belied all feel a little disappointed. Anyway, I had decided and went to investigate a bit more about it before you pack your bags and take a trip.
Kept all his belongings into his bag and left the place even a little earlier than usual, apologizing that he had things to do. He reached his house, heading straight for the bathroom to get a quick shower and back to his room. By doing so, he set his computer and searched the network's announcement of the new garden botanist who was inaugurated the first days of summer. And do not take long to find it: a website decorated in a flamboyant, almost equal to or worse than the announcement of the paper where indicated that direction. But no deaths. None of urban stories which talk about murders or anything like that. It was very obvious, he thought Akaya then none of this would go on the Internet, unless the source was of someone who has gone to that place, learning about the incident or the best, who has lived in the flesh about the event, almost bordering on the supernatural.
sought between the contacts on your mobile phone number Yanagi-senpai. Sure he knew about that and if you did not know better, because I would not hesitate in finding out background on the issue. He waited impatiently answered, so when I heard the tone, he hastened to speak.
- Yanagi-senpai! Q-
wanted to ask ... "Are you talking to your mailbox Renji Yanagi. At this moment I can not assist you, but please leave a message if urgent after the tone.
-Y-Yanagi-senpai, "he began slowly Akaya. I hated those damn automated messages at the end because nobody listened to them, but it was too urgent motive. Anyway, decided to leave the message if I read it, but I could always call you back or at another time. I Akaya. The truth is that not exactly express what I wanted to ask, but I need to know about a certain place, related to some rumors that probably should know if they are true or not. E-that's all. I hope to receive your call back. Goodbye.
not even five minutes had passed when his phone rang, while the boy was cursing himself for the lack of vocabulary every time he spoke by telephone with his senpai. Seeing the sender could not help but smile, knowing that the information just given, it was too fascinating for someone like-once-called master .
- Akaya?
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