14 year old Rin Okumura was having a rough day. First of all, she'd been woken up by her cat at one in the morning after she'd been sleeping for only 3 hours by being scratched on the bottom of her foot. She'd had to bandage her foot, then proceed to not be able to fall back asleep and have to walk on that particular cut foot all day. She had also forgotten her homework for school, and on top of that, she was caught "ditching" classes when really she was late. The only reason she was late was because her injured foot was slowing her down!
On top of all that, she just had to get hit in the face by a basketball in gym and fall over, embarrassing herself in front of 3 entire classrooms. At least the guy had apologized over and over again profusely and helped her up. It was kind of weird, because the guy looked like a delinquent with all his piercings and dyed hair (but somehow he was still the hottest guy Rin had seen in her entire life). But, on top of all of that, she'd forgotten to go to the grocery store the day before! So now, a little bit past midnight and dead tired, Rin was in the grocery store. Can this day get any worse?! BUT OH! Look at that. It just did.
Rin glared at the shelf in front of her, as though brutally mutilating and torturing it in her mind. The box of the particular noodles she needed were on the top shelf, where her short ass self could not fucking reach it! (please excuse her french, I think you and I would both curse this much if we had a day as crappy as Rin's...)
"You know, you can't light it on fire with your mind. Believe me, I've tried." Rin heard a voice from behind her.
She turned around only to be looking at somebody's collarbone.
"Well damn, that ruins my plans for tonight. Hows the weather up there?" She said, speaking in an extremely sarcastic voice.
"Pretty shiny, like the top of your hair, ya damn blueberry." The voice answered sarcastically right back at her.
"Thanks... Rooster? Hey, aren't you the guy that hit me in the face with a basketball today?" She asked, tilting her head up and seeing the same dude that had nailed her in the nose with the ball during PE.
"Rooster...? Oh hey, we meet again. Sorry about that today, well, yesterday..." 'Rooster' said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"No problem. You didn't mean it, well, hopefully."
"Yeah. How's your face doing? Any damage?"
"Other then a cut nose, which I still have no idea how I managed to get when I was hit by a ball , I'm good."
"So, why are you glaring at a shelf in the middle of the super market?"
"They moved the noodles I need for dinner on the very top shelf, and because I'm too goddamn short I can't reach them."
"Rooster" grabbed two boxes from the top shelf, handing one to her and keeping one for himself.
"Well, you're in luck because I needed them too. Here you go."
"Thanks. You ain't so bad. See ya around."
"You're not so bad yourself. Later."
With that, they parted ways.
'Maybe today wasn't so bad after all...' Rin thought. She paid for her noodles with thankfully some money to spare. She walked outside to the bike racks to retrieve hers.
'I stand corrected.'
Somebody had stolen her fucking bike.
AND this was the ONE day she had actually locked it up, so SOME FUCKING ASSHOLE decided today was a fucking WONDERFUL day to carry around a pair of wirecutters and go through all the effort to steal her bike.
What was more was that the other unlocked bikes to the side were completely untouched.
"GODDAMNIT!" She shouted.
She kicked the bike rack (stubbing her toe) and turned heel. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself. She let it out through her mouth. She opened her eyes, filled with steely determination. She walked along the sidewalk in quick strides, walking the mile that she needed to get to the nearest bus stop. She passed through an alley way, only to be grabbed and pulled into the alley, her mouth covered by a dirty hand.
"Don't you dare make a sound or I swear I will kill you." Her captor whispered, and Rin could hear the sound of a pocket knife being flipped and held to her throat.
The first thought on her mind?
'OH HELL NO, NOT TODAY!'
She swiftly disarmed the person who dared try and kidnap her. She kicked out their legs and smashed her feet against their knees. Hearing a nice "CRACK" from each knee she smashed her foot against, she got on top of the unfortunate soul and knocked them out. She breathed heavily, and stood up from the still body, swaying slightly. During the scuffle, she'd gotten a nice cut on her leg that was bleeding heavily.
"Damnit..." She muttered.
Wow, this day was so goddamn perfect holy shit. This was exactly what she fucking needed. No, no she didn't need a comfy bed and some anime to watch, no she needed to be almost fucking kidnapped and have her leg get an epic cut that probably could potentially kill her.
Yep, exactly what she needed.
'I honestly can't find a fuck to give right now. Any other day I might be freaking out right now, but I just don't have a goddamn fuck to give.'
Blood still pouring like a steady stream from her leg, Rin reached into her pocket and to her relief, pulled out her phone. Going to call someone, she looked down and lo and behold...
Her phone was fucking dead.
Nearly screaming and throwing her phone while she was at it, Rin tried her best to calm down, choke down frustrated tears (and keep her phone in her goddamn hand), and stood there for a minute, just pushing it all down for later.
Well, shit. Looked like she was walking to the bus stop.
She dizzily limped away from the scene, leaving behind a spot of blood in her wake every once in a while. She trudged tiredly all the way to the bus stop, and waited for the bus. The cut on her leg had long since stopped bleeding and now there was dried blood just chilling on her leg. She did her best to keep her eyes away from it, ignoring the stares from the two other people waiting at the bench.
"Dude, are you okay?" She rolled her eyes, ignoring how the world spun when she did that. Because of her short hair, she was often mistaken as a boy from behind until they saw her face.
"I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me." She said, turning around. She waited for the world to stop spinning until she saw a bald boy with glasses and a pink haired boy.
"You sure? I'm pretty sure you can use some medical attention." Glasses said, voice dripping with concern.
"Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine, really. Believe it or not, I've had much worse." Rin sighed still ignoring how light headed she felt.
"I don't know if I should be impressed or worried about you." The pink haired boy said.
"Go with both I guess then."
"Hey guys, did you wait long?" A new voice said.
Rin turned around only to see the same fucking guy that had hit her with the basketball. Again.
"You again!" They both exclaimed at the same time.
"You two know each other?" Pink hair asked.
"Yeah we do, remember how I told you guys that I'd hit someone in the face with a basketball during gym today?"
"That particular person would be me." Rin said, raising her hand slightly and letting it fall limply to the side.
"Wow, I can't believe you nailed such a beautiful girl in the face Ryuji. Tsk Tsk, I'm disappointed in you."
Rin didn't even react to being called beautiful from some random creepy-ass stranger.
"Oh shut up Shima. Anyway, I met her again at the store like an hour ago."
"Yeah, he helped me get a box of noodles down." She muttered tiredly.
"Are you okay? You don't sound too well."
She simply gestured to her leg that was starting to bleed again.
"wha- HOLY HELL! You need to get some help for that!"
The world was beginning to go dark for Rin.
"Nah...I'm fine... I've... had worse." She breathed out.
It felt like she was underwater.
"You're not fine! You can barely stand!"
Objects were starting to darken at the edges. Words were muffled, like she had cotton stuffed in her ears. Her legs gave out on her, and before she lost consciousness, she saw someone running towards her. Her last thought was.
'Maybe I'm not fine...'
I read something that says, "If you bump into a stranger three times, you're meant to be" I thought I'd write that here (and on Fanfiction.net)