The Sun Is Blue.

Chapter 1

The sun is blue, right? If a person believes it then let her be. What if for that person, blue is actually yellow? Your reality can differentiate from others. For example, the thing I was talking about awhile ago, "the sun is blue" thingy. If the person is actually colorblind, the sun really is blue, right? Blue! The sun is blue because that is what she saw. With those thoughts engraved in my brain, I  grew up as a pretty laid-back person that do not necessarily care about debates regarding well, life in general.

Because of that fact, I basically became the type of person that befriended anyone and everyone. In my life, I respect everything. I guess that's what made me like-able as a person. I don't know about your school but mine's actually pretty peaceful. Maybe because I am in college and our studies are more important than some dumb drama regarding the Queen Bee or the Bad Boy.

Anyway, life is actually quite ordinary in this university. I wake up, I study, I eat with my friends, I go to parties to get drunk sometimes, and I sleep every night or early morning if I have a paper due. You know the deal with college.

I was actually pretty fine with this life. Like I said, I'm a pretty laid back person, right? I guess god's not satisfied, because he sent me an angel.

An angel with guns, loads of money, and a huge dragon tattoo on her shoulder. I like her, I guess; and liking her actually meant being a part of her mess, right? So, uhm, can I ask if it's normal to be kidnapped and be in a private jet straight to Japan? Because I honestly don't know at this point.

In order to make this story less cliché than the others, I'm going to start in the middle. Is that alright with you? Okay, thanks.

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"Run!" She said out loud as she dragged me in the streets of I-DON'T-KNOW-I-CAN'T-READ-JAPANESE!

"Wait!" I said in between puffs as I struggled to follow her, still high from the Adrenaline haze. I heard a gunshot behind us and a high-pitched scream escaped my lips.

"Shush!" She warned and I swore there was a freaking grin on her face. The people around us were already in chaos as big, burly, heavily tattooed men followed us, with guns. With her hand still holding mine, too tightly I might add, she took something from the waistband of her skinny jeans.

A deafening shot rang in the air as I let out another high pitched scream. I looked back, and saw one of the men kneeling on the ground, blood oozing from his leg. I used my other hand to cover my mouth. I think I am going to throw up.

She seemed to notice someone from the distance because I saw her waving the gun in the air with the same cheshire-cat grin. We finally stopped running; I was about to faint anyways.

A big, black hybrid of a truck and a car, stopped in front of us. She opened the door and pushed me, pulling me up by the waist and using her hands to push me up through my butt. I groaned as I finally managed to enter. A rough, heavily tattooed hand forcefully dragged me to the side and I huffed at the harsh treatment.

I looked at the man driving the truck-car. His eyes were basically slits. He had neat dark hair that is slicked back away from his face. He had a wisp of a mustache and tattoos adorned every inch of his skin that is not covered in clothes. His face was the only bare skin except there was a small tear drop tattoo beside his right eye. He looked shady as hell.

This girl on the other seemed so relaxed despite the scary mess we just experienced a while ago. At the corner of my eye, I saw her enter the vehicle as well. The truck-car began to move in a fast and reckless way. I heard another gunshot directed to us and looked back in horror. She chuckled a little when she saw my expression.