Just Unique: Beginning

CHAPTER I

"Yuki!" I heard my father yell as I slammed the front door. I didn’t stop, nor turn to look back. It’s not the first time I ran away. One time I was missing for a whole week, that’s a record for me. I was running away, again. Tears stained my cheeks, and blood dripped from my lip.

"Why?" I whispered to myself, knowing no one will answer. Like my first run away, this isn’t the first time he hit me. Mom died in a terrible accident when I was four. I have never heard the details concerning her death. On top of that, my brother, Farro, died from Pneumonia four months after my mother. He broke down, started drinking and now, he is this. He gets angry at everything, big or small. I never fought back, even though I could, I didn’t. I ran to my safe spot. It’s an ordinary opening in the forest, but to me, it’s safe. It’s where the trees open up to let the sun shine through, where the breeze is just right, and it hums its happy song. I ran to the center and dropped to my knees. I switched to sit on my butt and pinned my knees to my chest. There, I stayed and cried, thinking of the time I first ran away. The first time father swung at me. It was December at the time, cold air hit my face. Numbing my bones. I ran straight to this spot, hiding in the trees. I stayed until the sun started setting. I was staring up at the stars when I heard a rustle in the trees. I was so angry I reacted. The figure was on the ground before he knew it. My body turned, ready for the next one.

"Found him." a man in a uniform said. He held out his hand and laughed. "Come on. Let’s get you home,” he said. I hesitated, and then grabbed his hand.

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I was seven at the time. I never harmed anyone that bad unless I had to. That time I fought because I chose too. Now, yet again, I’m

running away. I gripped the nearest tree and caught my breath. My breathing slowed as I closed my eyes, but my blood still boiled. I screamed in rage and punched the tree. My hand started bleeding. I looked, with sympathy, at the tree I punched.

"Sorry," I told it.

Like it could hear me. Ever since the first time my father hit me, I promised myself that I will not use my fighting skills to hurt people, nature, animals, or any other living being. I heard footsteps coming this way and I turned. In an instant, I was tackled to the ground. I grunted as all the air in my lungs left me.

She got up, "sorry. I didn’t mean to." she started. I held my hand up.

"It’s all good. Just tell me why you are running? Are you going join the marathon or something?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head. Right on cue, men in armored suits came running out, weapons pointing at us. Do not point that gun at me, idiots, I thought. I don’t mean armor as in 200 B.C armor, I mean like SWAT or Underworld armor .Her eyes grew big and she ran behind me. Don’t get why, she is like, 3 feet taller than me.

“You can come with us peacefully miss, or we're going to have to use force," one of them said. I snickered. He pointed the gun at me.

"What’s so funny, boy?" he demanded. I couldn’t help it.

"Dude, you sound like Darth Vader." I laughed. He didn’t think it was funny though, talk about no sense of humor. Instead, I got a jab to the jaw. I staggered back. My lip started bleeding again. I gave them a dirty look.

“What do you want with this girl anyways,” I demanded. I stepped a little further. He pointed the gun at me again. What is with this guy and his gun, I thought.

"This doesn’t concern you, boy,” he sneered. I looked at him disgusted and annoyed.

"Pervert, you want her to do funny stuff. Don’t you?" I stated. He gave off an agitated sound.

"Like I said, this doesn’t concern you." he repeated. I gave him a gloom look.

"So, you do want to do weird things to her.... like I said... Pervert."

The girl behind me giggled. The man grabbed me by the collar and threw me down to the ground. I landed with a big oomph. I looked up.

The man had the girl by the wrist. She ripped her arm away and spit in his face. I could see the anger building up. He brought his hand up in a fist. I jolted up, grabbed his wrist and brought a backwards kick to the back of his head. He fell to the ground stunned. I stood in front of the girl and took the stance of the Red Dragon. They hesitated, and then came at me. I brought a round house kick to the first and knocked him out cold. I moved to the next. And I kept going until they were all knocked out cold. I gave a satisfied grunt and walked to the girl. Her eyes were big with shock.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded yes, still having her mouth held wide open in shock.

"H-h-how did you do that." she stuttered. She pointed to all the men on the ground.

I laughed, "let’s just say: practice makes perfect." I told her. She gave me a smile, and then we both laughed.

"My name is Sayu, of Arula,” she announced. I gave her a blank stare.

"Arula?" Sayu shook her head. I gave off a sigh. "Okay, my name is Yu-" I began, but was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Yuki!" Father came walking out of the trees. He gave me a smile of relief. "Oh Yuki, I’m so sorry. I will never lose my temper again. I promise." He took me in his arms. Sayu looked at us puzzled. Father looked at her. "Who’s this?" he asked, suspicious. I turn and looked at Sayu.

"She’s a friend." I said. Sayu lit up at the word "friend". Father tapped my shoulder.

"Come on, let’s get home,” he said and we started walking. I turned and waved good-bye. She smiled.

"See you later Yuki!" she yelled. I gave her a smile and kept walking.