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Lilian, he still thought her
laugh was creepy.
“All
right, Swift! Chase! You two are up! Show those lousy, good for
nothing bastards who's boss!”
Kevin
sighed at his coach’s potty mouth and stood up. He and Chase
made it to the track field, where several other runners also stood,
waiting for the race to begin.
“I’ve
got nothing to say to you,”
Chase
told Kevin as he stretched. “You might have gotten a lot faster
somehow, but I’m still going to beat you.”
“I
thought you had nothing to say.”
“Tch!”
Everyone
got into position. Kevin knelt down, eyes and mind focused on his
goal with laser-point precision. His breathing slowed and his mind
became calm. This was the last track meet of the season, so he wanted
to make it count.
A
gunshot rang out. Kevin blasted off the ground and tore across the
track. He pushed the muscles in his legs. Harder. Faster. His arms
swung, his legs strained, his chest tightened. The world around him
blurred.
80
meters…
Several
people tried catching up to him. Kevin saw them out of his peripheral
vision.
60
meters…
Kevin
ran faster. Pushed himself harder. He wouldn’t be beaten here!
35
meters…
The
world came to a crawl. Time seemed to slow down. Several people on
either side of him tried to race ahead, but he refused to let them
pass him.
5
meters…
His
chest became unbearably tight. His breathing turned ragged. His lungs
burned like never before as he rushed across those last five meters.
And
then it was over.
***
Lost
in her own euphoria, Lilian had completely forgotten herself.
“WHOO!
Way to go, Beloved!”
She
stood on the bleacher to better see her mate run the one- and
two-hundred meter dash, watching as he blitzed past his fellow
runners. A few people kept pace, but it wasn’t long before
Kevin pushed himself harder, slowly widening the gap between him and
everyone else.
Sitting
on the bleachers beside her, Lindsay watched her with a face that
seeped amusement. Christine just looked repulsed.
“Ugh,
could you shut up and sit down?”
The
Yuki-Onna groused. “Seriously, fox-skank, everyone’s
staring at us.”
Lilian
cast a mild glare at the goth tsun-loli. “Then don’t sit
near me. I don’t care about these people or what they think. My
mate is out there doing something he loves doing, and I am going to
show my support whether you like it or not.”
“W-whatever,”
Christine
scowled, but didn’t say anything else. Lindsay shook her head.
The
tomboy had noticed the distinct differences in personality between
Lilian and Christine—aside from the whole “tsundere”
issue,
which she still didn’t really get. Lilian was bright, cheerful,
and always looking forward to each new day with excitement.
Christine, in contrast, was kind of dark, easily irritated, and
generally anti-social. Perhaps that explained why Lindsay had been so
surprised to discover that Christine, for all her irritable behavior,
was actually really nice.
“Ah,
there you are!”
a
voice with a horribly fake Spanish accent said. Lilian’s body
shuddered from head to tails. “My Preciosa
de Flor !
How I’ve missed you these past few moons!”
Lilian
turned around, Lindsay and Christine following her gaze. Several
seats up stood the weirdest-looking boy Lindsay had ever seen. He had
large, pompadour style hair and wore what appeared to be a matador
costume. The neon pink and obnoxious blue of his outfit contrasted
horribly with his bright blond hair and olive colored skin. He looked
like a Spanish bullfighter who had picked a fight with a tie dye
filled spray hose and lost.
“Not
you again,”
Lilian
groaned.
Juan
ignored her. “My dear, my love, my sweet más
bella flor de loto !”
“Would
you stop it with the internet-translated Spanish already!”
Lilian
paused to draw breath. “And I am not your love!”
Another
pause. “And for the love of Lord Inari, stop calling me flour!”
Lindsay
wondered who this guy was. Sitting by her side,
laugh was creepy.
“All
right, Swift! Chase! You two are up! Show those lousy, good for
nothing bastards who's boss!”
Kevin
sighed at his coach’s potty mouth and stood up. He and Chase
made it to the track field, where several other runners also stood,
waiting for the race to begin.
“I’ve
got nothing to say to you,”
Chase
told Kevin as he stretched. “You might have gotten a lot faster
somehow, but I’m still going to beat you.”
“I
thought you had nothing to say.”
“Tch!”
Everyone
got into position. Kevin knelt down, eyes and mind focused on his
goal with laser-point precision. His breathing slowed and his mind
became calm. This was the last track meet of the season, so he wanted
to make it count.
A
gunshot rang out. Kevin blasted off the ground and tore across the
track. He pushed the muscles in his legs. Harder. Faster. His arms
swung, his legs strained, his chest tightened. The world around him
blurred.
80
meters…
Several
people tried catching up to him. Kevin saw them out of his peripheral
vision.
60
meters…
Kevin
ran faster. Pushed himself harder. He wouldn’t be beaten here!
35
meters…
The
world came to a crawl. Time seemed to slow down. Several people on
either side of him tried to race ahead, but he refused to let them
pass him.
5
meters…
His
chest became unbearably tight. His breathing turned ragged. His lungs
burned like never before as he rushed across those last five meters.
And
then it was over.
***
Lost
in her own euphoria, Lilian had completely forgotten herself.
“WHOO!
Way to go, Beloved!”
She
stood on the bleacher to better see her mate run the one- and
two-hundred meter dash, watching as he blitzed past his fellow
runners. A few people kept pace, but it wasn’t long before
Kevin pushed himself harder, slowly widening the gap between him and
everyone else.
Sitting
on the bleachers beside her, Lindsay watched her with a face that
seeped amusement. Christine just looked repulsed.
“Ugh,
could you shut up and sit down?”
The
Yuki-Onna groused. “Seriously, fox-skank, everyone’s
staring at us.”
Lilian
cast a mild glare at the goth tsun-loli. “Then don’t sit
near me. I don’t care about these people or what they think. My
mate is out there doing something he loves doing, and I am going to
show my support whether you like it or not.”
“W-whatever,”
Christine
scowled, but didn’t say anything else. Lindsay shook her head.
The
tomboy had noticed the distinct differences in personality between
Lilian and Christine—aside from the whole “tsundere”
issue,
which she still didn’t really get. Lilian was bright, cheerful,
and always looking forward to each new day with excitement.
Christine, in contrast, was kind of dark, easily irritated, and
generally anti-social. Perhaps that explained why Lindsay had been so
surprised to discover that Christine, for all her irritable behavior,
was actually really nice.
“Ah,
there you are!”
a
voice with a horribly fake Spanish accent said. Lilian’s body
shuddered from head to tails. “My Preciosa
de Flor !
How I’ve missed you these past few moons!”
Lilian
turned around, Lindsay and Christine following her gaze. Several
seats up stood the weirdest-looking boy Lindsay had ever seen. He had
large, pompadour style hair and wore what appeared to be a matador
costume. The neon pink and obnoxious blue of his outfit contrasted
horribly with his bright blond hair and olive colored skin. He looked
like a Spanish bullfighter who had picked a fight with a tie dye
filled spray hose and lost.
“Not
you again,”
Lilian
groaned.
Juan
ignored her. “My dear, my love, my sweet más
bella flor de loto !”
“Would
you stop it with the internet-translated Spanish already!”
Lilian
paused to draw breath. “And I am not your love!”
Another
pause. “And for the love of Lord Inari, stop calling me flour!”
Lindsay
wondered who this guy was. Sitting by her side,
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