...o.o I get ideas from the strangest things. This one happened to come from me getting worked up over something i was typing in my profile again. XD Awkward.
;-; Some of the pairings in this section are really beginning to scare me. I just thought i'd say that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Konjiki no Gash Bell, only a genius like Makoto Raiku could have come up with it.
Never Mending
As an infant, Kiyomaro learned fast. That was the first sign of him being a genius. His mother and father never knew what it was that helped him learn, but he did, and his knowledge was higher than others when he became a toddler, having more common sense and asking questions that a small child would have brought up.
He was always the strategist when it came to group games as a child, always being relied on to figure out how to make his team win and the other lose. Kiyomaro liked the attention; it gave him a special feeling inside when the others looked up to him.
Growing older, children began to see his intelligence and grew jealous. Whilst everyone had average grades, along with a few higher ones, Kiyomaro blew the class away, never getting anything lower than a 96 on a test. The child became cockier with his intellect and his peers disliked both the high scores and his thoughts. Friends began to turn away.
Soon Kiyomaro was left alone. Smiles were seen less and less from the boy and an upset, angry aura followed him around everywhere. Kiyomaro asked why the others never talked to him anymore when he could, but he always received the same replies.
"You're too perfect," they would tell him and walk off. Others would ignore the now teenager and would act as if he were never there. Upon seeing the same reactions over and over again, Kiyomaro began to believe that it wasn't him, but the others. He began to despise stupidity and cheerfulness, and would always snap at others when they did try to talk.
"It's your own damn faults," he would say as he briskly turned his back. There was no such thing as perfection, he would remind himself. There never was. So why he was treated this way he never knew. Perhaps it was because he was an anomaly in that world, he didn't belong if everyone was so clueless and had no common sense. Kiyomaro believed himself to be higher than that. He deserved more respect, he told himself. The others were just too stupid.
Kiyomaro hated to be alone, but that was the only option left for him. To be surrounded by the class of clowns or to be alone, keeping his intelligence to himself. Choosing the ladder of the two, he became excluded from the others. Not even Suzume could cheer him up. In fact, he couldn't stand being around her. She was the worst out of everyone, never getting anything higher than a 70 in the class, and if she did, it was rare. Her obnoxious attitude annoyed him greatly.
So he stopped going to school, so he wouldn't have to deal with the rambunctious class. He reminded himself that he had to be somewhere where everything was in order. When others began to question him of his actions because of how little they knew about him now, Kiyomaro had to remind himself: It was because of them and calling him perfect that he was alone. If they wanted to talk to him, they would have to prove themselves worthy. They would have to do something to prove to Kiyomaro they had changed.
After all, actions spoke louder than words and Kiyomaro would never forgive them for what they forgot.