Summary: Some people think they wear long sleeves because of the bitter cold, to hide the wounds made by Boris etc. This is my version of why they do so. And they've persuaded Kai to join in. Join in to do what?
Bryan's POV
We were all sitting on our beds. That bastard on the bed right beside me.
"Bryan, want to join us?" A deep strong voice asked.
Turning to face Spencer, otherwise the enquirer, I nodded.
"Tala?" I posed the question to him.
"Fine." He replied in a nonchalant manner.
"Kai." Tala stated. It wasn't very much like a question but having been the captain he always commanded, never asked and it seems the old habits never wear off.
"Hn." The 'great' Kai Hiwatari's favorite word or rather, sound. He really has the knack of getting on my nerves. Who can actually tell what he's trying to say? We could, having learnt to understand this 'special language' that we speak in public and sometimes among ourselves. Well, which outsider can then?
"So?" I asked in a forceful manner.
"I always knew you were dumb, Bryan but I never knew you had become this dense." He replied pronouncing each word clearly.
"Why you…" I grit my teeth so as not to pounce on him and thrash him.
"You have a speaking disability too? That's new." Kai mocked.
I was about to hit him in the face but he held my fist before I made contact with his face.
I striked with my other hand but was stopped by Tala who had come over to stop us from fighting.
"Let's get on with what we wanted to do." He commanded.
We didn't attempt to hurt the other anymore but not before we sent each other a death glare.
Spencer locked the door and tapped a few times on the underside of the table and caught the free-falling objects that dropped out from a compartment in the table.
He tossed each of us our respective knife.
I slid mine across my wrist.
As the blood gushed out of the newly opened wound, it felt as though the troubles I had went away with it.
It seemed for a moment I was carefree, trouble-free, that there was nothing but happiness in this world.
I loved that sensation and thus repeated this action a few times.
Not in favor of Boris or Voltaire or simply anyone finding out, I tossed the knife back to Spencer who did a perfect catch.
He caught the others' too when they threw them back to him and stored them safely in the table.
I saw that all of them except Kai had cut.
"Too chicken to do it?" I jeered.
"How would you like it if anyone found out." He stated.
"He'll only know about you, not us." I said.
"He'll be that stupid not to suspect that you all cut." Kai lay down on his bed eyes closed, hands behind his head.
"You could wear long sleeved shirts instead of sticking out like a sore thumb." I suggested and well, insulted.
He shrugged with an attitude of indifference.
"Got nothing to say?" I probed him.
"Fine. I'll try." He said rising up from his bed, in a sitting posture again.
"Next time, agree sooner and lessen the risk." Spencer growled.
He threw Kai's knife at its owner.
Kai slid it horizontally across his left lower arm aversely. Though he would never admit it, his expression showed that he liked it, maybe not just liked but loved.
I smirked. "Thank me." I said.
He just went to wash up his wound and changed into a black long-sleeved top.
Now, we have a new companion in cutting.