Hey guys. This popped into my head, so I decided to write it. It also has some references to my life (don't ask me why). If get enough feedback I may continue, but for now it's a one-shot.
Kindred Spirit
By the peace pixie
Lonely.
In one word, that described Hunter Bradley. Sure, he had his brother, Blake, but it just wasn't the same as having someone sharing his interests. Apart from motocross, they talked of nothing. He was more of the social idol, whereas Hunter was known as a brooding, deep-thinking type.
Shane, the team leader. He never really talked to Hunter. He was too interested in skateboarding to think about anything else, either that or sparring.
Dustin, the goofball. Okay, so he wasn't the brightest spark of the flame, but he was a good friend the Hunter. He raced with him, and usually lost, but Hunter still enjoyed it. It didn't fill the empty void though.
Tori, the surf goddess. A pretty face, long blonde hair, and Blake's crush. She was nothing special.
Cam, the whiz kid genius. Specs, Hunter would think. Again, nothing to go gaga over.
There was no-one that could cure Hunter of his loneliness. No-one to fill the empty space in his cold heart.
Young, dirty blonde Hunter traipsed through thick snow one evening. His collar was held high, his hands deep in his pockets, and his head held low. He wandered through the silent streets of Reefside. He had run from Blue Bay Harbour, after the ranger team lost their powers. He was looking for a new life.
The snow began to fall, in soft, light flakes. As each one fell into Hunter's hair, he shivered. The sky was clouded; no stars shone through.
Hunter eyed a building in the distance. The illuminated sign read The Cyber Café. He decided to give it a go.
He pushed himself through the doors, and instantly he became warm. Soft music fluttered into his ears, along with the gentle sound of friendly chatter. The place had computers around the outside, rather like a library. The bar was situated in the centre. A kind face stood behind it. Hunter went over and leaned over the bar.
"Hey," said the kind face, pushing her long deep red hair back behind her ears, "can I get you anything?"
Hunter sighed. "Cappuccino, if you wouldn't mind."
She smiled warmly. "Sure." She pulled out a mug and began pouring hot liquid into it. "So, you new around here?"
"You could say that," Hunter replied, taking a sip of his cappuccino. "The name's Hunter."
"Three dollars," she requested, and Hunter held over the cash. She took it and placed it in the cash register. "I'm Hailey. I'm sure I've seen you some where," she mused, "where do you work?"
Uh oh, caught.
"I'm, err, a teacher, on leave," Hunter lied. Well, it had some truth in it. He was headmaster of the Thunder Ninja Academy, but he'd left for a while to find himself again.
"Ah, interesting," Hailey she grinned, "a little young to be a teacher, aren't you?"
"I'm a coach."
"That would explain it," she replied. Where is he from? He looks like someone I've seen before. Where was it?
As the woman mused on her thoughts, Hunter turned his head to where the music was coming from. Singing into a microphone, with an acoustic guitar on her knee, was a young woman, no older than Hunter himself. She had long wavy honey blonde hair, a beautifully angelic face and a pair of soft amber eyes. Dressed in a simple yellow tee and black jeans, she was singing her heart out. The lyrics seemed to hypnotise Hunter.
"That's Kira Ford," Hailey explained, seeing his interest, "the next Avril Lavigne."
"Uh huh," was all Hunter could say.
"Come on, she's about to finish, let me introduce you," Hailey said kindly. She jumped onto the bar and pulled herself over. She led Hunter over to the seating area, where the girl named Kira Ford had just set down her guitar. The café clapped and cheered.
"Kira!" Hailey called. She turned her head to face them. "Come here a second." Kira walked over.
"Hey Hailey," she said, her hands in her back pockets.
"This is Hunter, he's new in town. Perhaps you could get to know him a little?"
"Yeah, sure," Kira accepted, eyeing Hunter carefully. He looked familiar. Hailey left to see some customers. "I'm sure I've see you somewhere, Hunter."
"Really? That's strange; I don't really get out much, except for motocross."
"You do motocross! Nice!" exclaimed Kira.
"Yeah, Blue Bay Harbour's famous for it," Hunter explained.
Blue Bay Harbour…that sounds familiar…
"Your music's really great. Do you write the songs yourself?"
"Yeah," Kira confessed, "I'm trying to make it into the music industry."
"You'll get in, no problem."
Kira blushed. "Thanks." There was an awkward silence. "So, why are you here?"
Hunter hesitated. "I'm lonely, to be honest. I had this job, and I had to leave because I lost, my, err, qualifications. And my brother is touring the country with Factory Blue."
"That's awful," soothed Kira, feeling sorry for him instantly. "Sometimes I feel like that. My friends don't really take an interest in my music. They're too busy playing soccer or mastering computers. They don't seem to notice me."
"I guess we have that in common," suggested Hunter.
"Yeah."
"Maybe we should meet up again some time?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," said Kira, smiling. Hunter bent down and pulled out a pen.
"Here's my number," he said, writing it on a napkin, "call me to arrange a time."
"Okay, see you Hunter."
"Bye, Kira."
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