KurayamiNoHikari

                                              Chapter 2: Can I join the team? The weather had totally changed from bright and sunny to cold and almost scary. The pair of Weavile in front of us growled angrily and it was clear that they wouldn't let us walk away without a fight. Kazuya pressed the button in the middle of the Pokéball, enlarging it to release his Pokémon and I watched silently; I had been s

                                                     Prologue My name is Mayu Fujima, I'm twenty years old and I have three Pokémon in my team. They mean a lot to me, they are my only family now that I left home like all beginner trainers do. But I didn't left home because of that, there's a different reason why I chose to leave my so called parents behind. They aren't my real

Everyone felt the presence of the ninjas, they were not from Konoha and they were about to enter the village nevertheless. Two men at the gate interrupted their conversation when they spotted the group of four ninjas, they exchanged a quick look and one of them nodded and ran off. The other stayed behind and watched as the group approached him and he could already see with who he was dealing with; They were ninja's from the Hidden Sand Village. An older man and four children stopped in front of the gate, the sign on their headbands confirmed that they were indeed from the Hidden Sand Village, and the man swallowed hard before he greeted them

Being a virus ain't easy, finding a body and incubate for some time before it finally could make his move, and some viruses had deadly intentions. The most common illnesses were the flue and a cold, they were interrupted by the immunity cells that protected the body before they could unleash their illness inside a humans body. There was a unique virus though who didn't got caught, when he infiltrated a human it had only one goal; kill the host he was residing in. His name was Thrax. He really had the looks of a virus with bad intentions; his skin tone was a wine red colour while his dreadlocks were purple. He was at least two times taller

Part 4 - Record of freaking out on one day: More then a hundred times The rain was still descending from the sky, Mom already began to think it would turn into a real storm that would somehow, develop itself in to a tornado, and eventually it would destroy everything on its path... She said that out loud, and all four of us looked at her in total awe. She scared Zoey with her creepy voice as well, the girl started to pout before she would break down into tears, but Mom took her in a tight hug and reassured the toddler that she was perfectly safe. 'There are no tornado's in America. At least, not frequently!' Dad laughed and he roughly mes

Part 3 - Could things get even more confusing? Class was just as boring as I thought, but I had to go before Akira dragged me there. Literally, and I think I did it for Mom too. The way he talked to me outside really made me think about the whole new situation, of course I had seen how much pain I caused Mom by throwing my life away. Like I hadn't noticed, but I couldn't just tell mom how I felt about the new things that happened to me. Especially not to Dad, he wouldn't understand. So, to make her happy, I decided to listen to my brothers advice. Not that I'm going to really interact with people in my class because of this! I did this

Part 2 - First day at school... The day I feared for the whole night arrived. I was hoping it was all a bad dream, that I would wake up in my old room back in Japan, and that I would see the tatami lamp hanging above my head. Unfortunately, I didn't saw that. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, with a lot of effort that is, was a grey ceiling with black and brown stains in the corners, and a light bulb dangling a bit to the sides. You can imagine how I felt; Very, very unhappy. I removed the earphones from my ears, apparently I fell asleep with the music still banging through the speakers, and looked over the edge at the bed

Part 1 - From Japan to America! Higurashi Kaoru. That was my name when I was born and raised in Japan, and before my father decided to accept a new job in New York. He didn't even ask for our opinion, as long as we could get more money, it would be the 'best thing' to do. My father is American, Andrew Jones who came to Japan when he was nineteen years old, hoping to get a job and try to make some career in a country that wasn't fond of outsiders. Well, my Dad made it and he met my mother, Sayako Higurashi with who he got three kids a few years later. It has been twenty-two years ago since he got to Japan, and now he heard from a old frien