Chosen: Ch. 1
Title: Chosen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wanted unknowingly by two warring organizations, Yasuda Shota thought he was a normal teenager until one day he was approached by a stranger demanding that he join him. What was Yasuda to do?
Notes: I was told that maybe I should try writing out a chaptered fic... and I've been sitting on this since the end of August of last year. Hopefully chapter two won't take me nearly as long. Much love chibakawa ♥
Every time I looked outside, it seemed he was always there, watching me. It’s not like I’m anyone special. I’m just your average high school student, working at a convenience store so that I could have some extra pocket money, you know.
He started showing up about a month ago. At first I didn’t notice, not really paying attention what was happening outside, but one day, something made me notice him.
There he stood, still, unmoving. His eyes pierced me. When I felt his heavy gaze on me, I’d look up from the counter and he would be there. Talk about uncomfortable. I asked my coworkers if they had ever seen him before, but every time I went to point him out, he suddenly wasn’t there.
“Maru-chan, have you ever seen some guy standing outside the shop, right there?” I asked Maruyama Ryuhei, one of my coworkers.
“Eh?”
“He’s usually dressed in black… about this tall,” I gestured to a height a little taller than him.
“Not that I’ve noticed, Sho-chan. Are you sure you weren’t seeing things? Have you been eating the old Valentine’s candy again? Remember what happened last year?” Maru laughed.
But then, after that, he was suddenly more alert of the store, coming up front more often, looking outside. When Maru noticed me staring at him, he would flash this big smile and walk back into the stock room. Strange.
--
Then one day, the stranger walked towards the store. My eyes went wide when I saw him start moving towards the store. What could he possibly be coming in here for? Couldn’t he have been happy just watching from outside? Could he possibly be coming to speak to me?!
“Welcome to PuzzleMart!” I said reflexively in response to the chime of the door sensor going off. After a year of this, it’s become natural.
He walked straight up to the counter, not even pretending that he was here for anything other than me.
“You’re Yasuda Shota, correct?” He asked urgently in a low voice, ignoring my name badge.
I noticed that he kept looking around us, as if paranoid of the people and area around him. His eyes never seemed to settle in one place.
“Huh?” was my intelligent response.
“Are you Yasuda Shota?” He asked again, a little more agitated than before.
“I- uh, yeah, I am,” I said. Genius, my mom always said I was.
“Listen, you’ve got to come with me right now.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward over the counter.
I started panicking. Leave my job? Right now? In the middle of my shift? And to go god knows where with god knows who?!
Just as I opened my mouth to protest this treatment of my person, my manager, Yokoyama-san, walked out from the break room.
The stranger looked up and upon seeing Yokoyama-san, quickly let go of me. I fell backwards from the counter, slamming into the wall behind me. I slid down to the floor in pain, head throbbing from the impact with the wall. I heard something fall over, like someone had pushed over one of the shelves. I pulled myself up onto the counter, still slightly dazed by my fall, and saw Yokoyama-san jump over the kick aimed at his shins and pull off a 360 spinning kick. I must’ve still been dazed because there was no way in hell that Yokoyama-san could do that.
The kick caught the man in the shoulder and knocked him on his back. Yokoyama-san backed away as the man pulled himself up onto his feet. The assailant threw himself at Yokoyama-san, knocking him back into the rack. He then pulled a nearby rack and pushed it on to Yokoyama-san, burying him under bags of chips and various other snacks. The tall man then escaped, knocking into another rack, causing that one to fall over as well. His footsteps were heavy as he rushed towards the exit. Yokoyama-san groaned.
The door sensor sounded.
I was still shocked by the sudden turn of events. I didn’t even think to help Yokoyama-san up. He started pushing the snacks, tossing them out of his way. A couple of bags popped open from the force of his grip. It was that sound that knocked me out of my daze.
“Eh? What… What was that?”
Yokoyama-san eyed me for a bit before he answered me.
“Don’t worry your pretty blond head about it.” He smirked at me as he lifted himself off the ground. “RYO, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE,” he yelled as he dusted himself off and set his clothing.
“What do you want from me?” Ryo whined as he stepped out the storage room. “I was doing what you told me to do, god, I wasn’t slacking, I swe-“ Ryo stopped in his tracks as he saw the disorder the store was in. “What the hell happened out here?”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about…” He gritted his teeth and grabbed Ryo by the forearm, dragging back into the storage room.
What? Where were they going? I followed behind them silently, wondering what it was that had made Yokoyama-san drag Ryo to the back so forcefully. So absorbed was in I in trying to figure that out, I completely forgot about the mess in the front of the store.
The pair got to the room and let the door close behind them. I followed up to the door and was about to push it open when I heard furious whispering happening on the other side. I put my ear to the door to try and hear better.
“One of them showed up today.” Yokoyama-san roughly let go of Ryo, his anger getting the best of him.
“Eh?!” Ryo was clearly surprised by this.
“I thought I told you to keep on the lookout! You know they’re after him. But we’ve got him and we’re going to be the ones to train him…” Yokoyama-san’s voice got quieter and quieter as it trailed off to a whisper in Ryo’s ear. What were they saying?
I figured it was useless to keep standing there and listen to nothing, so I went back to the register. Soon enough, my shift was over and I headed home. I still wanted to know exactly what had happened, but neither Ryo nor Yokoyama-san had appeared for the rest of day, leaving ALL of the clean-up to me.
What was happening to me?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wanted unknowingly by two warring organizations, Yasuda Shota thought he was a normal teenager until one day he was approached by a stranger demanding that he join him. What was Yasuda to do?
Notes: I was told that maybe I should try writing out a chaptered fic... and I've been sitting on this since the end of August of last year. Hopefully chapter two won't take me nearly as long. Much love chibakawa ♥
Every time I looked outside, it seemed he was always there, watching me. It’s not like I’m anyone special. I’m just your average high school student, working at a convenience store so that I could have some extra pocket money, you know.
He started showing up about a month ago. At first I didn’t notice, not really paying attention what was happening outside, but one day, something made me notice him.
There he stood, still, unmoving. His eyes pierced me. When I felt his heavy gaze on me, I’d look up from the counter and he would be there. Talk about uncomfortable. I asked my coworkers if they had ever seen him before, but every time I went to point him out, he suddenly wasn’t there.
“Maru-chan, have you ever seen some guy standing outside the shop, right there?” I asked Maruyama Ryuhei, one of my coworkers.
“Eh?”
“He’s usually dressed in black… about this tall,” I gestured to a height a little taller than him.
“Not that I’ve noticed, Sho-chan. Are you sure you weren’t seeing things? Have you been eating the old Valentine’s candy again? Remember what happened last year?” Maru laughed.
But then, after that, he was suddenly more alert of the store, coming up front more often, looking outside. When Maru noticed me staring at him, he would flash this big smile and walk back into the stock room. Strange.
--
Then one day, the stranger walked towards the store. My eyes went wide when I saw him start moving towards the store. What could he possibly be coming in here for? Couldn’t he have been happy just watching from outside? Could he possibly be coming to speak to me?!
“Welcome to PuzzleMart!” I said reflexively in response to the chime of the door sensor going off. After a year of this, it’s become natural.
He walked straight up to the counter, not even pretending that he was here for anything other than me.
“You’re Yasuda Shota, correct?” He asked urgently in a low voice, ignoring my name badge.
I noticed that he kept looking around us, as if paranoid of the people and area around him. His eyes never seemed to settle in one place.
“Huh?” was my intelligent response.
“Are you Yasuda Shota?” He asked again, a little more agitated than before.
“I- uh, yeah, I am,” I said. Genius, my mom always said I was.
“Listen, you’ve got to come with me right now.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward over the counter.
I started panicking. Leave my job? Right now? In the middle of my shift? And to go god knows where with god knows who?!
Just as I opened my mouth to protest this treatment of my person, my manager, Yokoyama-san, walked out from the break room.
The stranger looked up and upon seeing Yokoyama-san, quickly let go of me. I fell backwards from the counter, slamming into the wall behind me. I slid down to the floor in pain, head throbbing from the impact with the wall. I heard something fall over, like someone had pushed over one of the shelves. I pulled myself up onto the counter, still slightly dazed by my fall, and saw Yokoyama-san jump over the kick aimed at his shins and pull off a 360 spinning kick. I must’ve still been dazed because there was no way in hell that Yokoyama-san could do that.
The kick caught the man in the shoulder and knocked him on his back. Yokoyama-san backed away as the man pulled himself up onto his feet. The assailant threw himself at Yokoyama-san, knocking him back into the rack. He then pulled a nearby rack and pushed it on to Yokoyama-san, burying him under bags of chips and various other snacks. The tall man then escaped, knocking into another rack, causing that one to fall over as well. His footsteps were heavy as he rushed towards the exit. Yokoyama-san groaned.
The door sensor sounded.
I was still shocked by the sudden turn of events. I didn’t even think to help Yokoyama-san up. He started pushing the snacks, tossing them out of his way. A couple of bags popped open from the force of his grip. It was that sound that knocked me out of my daze.
“Eh? What… What was that?”
Yokoyama-san eyed me for a bit before he answered me.
“Don’t worry your pretty blond head about it.” He smirked at me as he lifted himself off the ground. “RYO, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE,” he yelled as he dusted himself off and set his clothing.
“What do you want from me?” Ryo whined as he stepped out the storage room. “I was doing what you told me to do, god, I wasn’t slacking, I swe-“ Ryo stopped in his tracks as he saw the disorder the store was in. “What the hell happened out here?”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about…” He gritted his teeth and grabbed Ryo by the forearm, dragging back into the storage room.
What? Where were they going? I followed behind them silently, wondering what it was that had made Yokoyama-san drag Ryo to the back so forcefully. So absorbed was in I in trying to figure that out, I completely forgot about the mess in the front of the store.
The pair got to the room and let the door close behind them. I followed up to the door and was about to push it open when I heard furious whispering happening on the other side. I put my ear to the door to try and hear better.
“One of them showed up today.” Yokoyama-san roughly let go of Ryo, his anger getting the best of him.
“Eh?!” Ryo was clearly surprised by this.
“I thought I told you to keep on the lookout! You know they’re after him. But we’ve got him and we’re going to be the ones to train him…” Yokoyama-san’s voice got quieter and quieter as it trailed off to a whisper in Ryo’s ear. What were they saying?
I figured it was useless to keep standing there and listen to nothing, so I went back to the register. Soon enough, my shift was over and I headed home. I still wanted to know exactly what had happened, but neither Ryo nor Yokoyama-san had appeared for the rest of day, leaving ALL of the clean-up to me.
What was happening to me?