A/N: Okay, my first time writing a fan fiction without using Night as my POV. Let's see how I do, hmm? This is all from Neku's POV, just a heads up. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
My Secret
Chapter 1
"Another day, finally fucking over," I sighed as I entered my dorm, tossing my messenger bag onto the couch. Kicking my shoes off, I flopped onto my bed in my room, closing my eyes as I pulled my headphones over my ears and turned on the song Long Dream. As the music flowed through me, I sighed. Nothing to do again but try to catch up on sleep and it was only 4 in the afternoon. I needed a roommate, but no one would work.
A faint knock on the door to my dorm reached me through my music, so I sat up, turning off my music, and went to answer the door. I was surprised to see Ms. Konishi from my creative writing class standing outside my door, and she wasn't alone.
"Hello, Mr. Sakuraba," she greeted as I let her and the boy behind her in.
"Hey, Ms. Konishi," I replied, ignoring the guy behind her as I stuck my hands in my pockets. "What's up?"
"Well, I know you've been in need of a roommate for some time, and we just got a new student who was looking to dorm with someone, but the others are all full," she explained. "Neku, this is Yoshiya Kiryu, or, as he prefers to be called, Joshua." The silver-haired boy stepped out from behind her, smirking and watching me with violet eyes. Huh. That was a new one. Never seen violet eyes before.
"Nice to meet you, Neku. I'm sure we'll be wonderful roommates," Joshua greeted, holding out his hand to shake with me. I just stared at his hand until he withdrew it after a few seconds.
"Sure, whatever," I muttered, rolling my blue eyes.
"Joshua will be moving in today, seeing as the other bedroom is already furnished, and all he needs is his personal belongings," Ms. Konishi informed me. She was already used to my attitude, so she didn't bother trying to correct me. "Just don't try to kill him, alright, Neku?"
"No guarantees," I mumbled, and she sighed.
"All right, I'll leave you boys to it. See you in class tomorrow, Neku and Joshua," she said, and left. I stared after her for a moment before looking at Joshua.
"How much shit did you bring?" I asked, not really caring.
"Just everything that's in my suitcases," he replied, indicating the two suitcases behind him.
"Then start unpacking, 'cause I'm certainly not helping you," I said, turning to go to my room.
"Awww, but Nekky, I was hoping to bond with my new roommate," the silver-haired prick fake-whined. Gritting my teeth, I turned around.
"Do not call me 'Nekky'," I bit out. "I swear to god, if you call me that again, I will sock you in the mouth."
"So violent, dear! I just wanted some private time with my dearest roommate is all," he giggled, and I cringed at the sound.
"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I don't care," I snapped, continuing to my room. The asshole merely giggled again before I slammed my door shut. I laid on my bed again, curling up in a ball as I let the music from my headphones wash over me. Eventually, I fell asleep.
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BZZZT! BZZZT! BZZ—
"Alright already, I get it, I'm up!" I snarled, smashing my fist on my alarm clock to turn it off. I groaned tiredly as I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes to try to get the sleep out of them. Surprisingly, the damn alarm clock didn't break, yet again. Thankfully, it was Friday.
I swung my legs over the side of my bed and hopped out of the warmth of my blankets so I could get ready for my classes. I changed out of my clothes from yesterday and into some fresh ones, and then went out to the kitchen, where that Joshua kid was making breakfast.
"Morning, Nekky," he greeted, and I immediately responded with a smack to his arm, to which he gave an indignant yelp. "What was that for?" he whined.
"For calling me 'Nekky' again," I replied coolly. "I told you I would punch you in the mouth the next time you said it, so you got off easy this time."
"Ohhh, is Neku-dearest going soft, just for me?" he giggled, and I growled under my breath. Damn pervert.
"No, I just tend to give warnings is all," I snapped, going to the fridge for the milk. I made some cereal and put the box and milk away, and then sat at the table, eating quickly. I had class in twenty minutes, and couldn't afford to be late. As soon as I finished eating, I ran to get my messenger bag, and, after checking to see if I had everything I needed for today, took off for class.
I arrived at my art class with 5 minutes to spare, and then Joshua walked in with 1 minute before Mr. H walked in to start the class. Oh great, I forgot we had the same classes together. Just perfect. Damn prick.
"All right, guys, pull out your sketchbooks and get drawing. Today's a free day, seeing as it's a Friday," he announced, and I fished my sketchbook out from my messenger bag, flipping it to a drawing I had started working on the other day. It was of a dragon, a detailed one at that, with angelic wings that were elegantly feathered, as well as some delicate feathers on the tail tip.
I finished the details on the head, adding a pair of long, slender horns that sleeked back along the head, and drawing in the eyes, making the pupils fang-shaped. I added some spines along the back of the bottom jaw, and then decided it was good and began to draw in the dark lines.
Mr. H told us we could go right after I finished the dark lines, so I began to pack up. I felt someone's stare on me as I put my stuff away, and when I looked to see who it was, I realized it was Joshua.
"What do you want?" I asked, and he smirked.
"Nice dragon," he complimented. "Needs color, though."
"I know that, dumbass, I'll work on it on Monday!" I snapped irritably, and the stormed out of the classroom, the silver-haired fucker following me to our next class.
Next was creative writing with Ms. Konishi, and she had an essay for us to all work on. I sighed, but pulled out my laptop anyway and my flash drive, and then signed in and plugged the flash drive into the correct slot. I started my work, opening a Word document and beginning to write. The theme of the essay was to try and prove something existed. I, obviously, chose dragons.
Although many people believe the stories about dragons are mythological and therefore false, many cultures in today's society have truthful stories about the existence of dragons. Dragons are real in many cultures, especially in third world countries that have stories about them. The stories mainly originate in Europe and Asia, while there are some in—
"Neku, what should I write about?" Joshua's whiney voice sounded through my headphones, and I jumped, startled, when I realized he was right next to me.
"How the hell should I know? Or better yet, why the fuck should I care?" I grumbled, turning up my music to drown him out. Suddenly, my headphones were yanked from my head, and being taken from me by the dick-wad. "Hey! Give me back my headphones!" I snarled, trying to grab them from Joshua, but to no avail.
"Only if you give me a topic for my paper," he giggled, keeping my headphones away from me.
"Fuck…" I growled, and then thought of the perfect topic for the prissy bastard. "How about unicorns for you?"
"Hmm…" Joshua hummed in thought, and while his guard was down, I snatched my headphones away from him, slapping them over my ears and glaring icily at the silver-haired ass. He merely giggled again before going to write in his notebook. Seems he approved of my suggested topic. Good, now he'll leave me alone.
I continued writing until Ms. Konishi dismissed the class, and then I left for the dorm for lunch, seeing as it was almost noon already. I made myself just a sandwich, and ate that before heading back for calculus.
I dashed into the class about 5 minutes before Mr. Minamimoto arrived, taking my usual seat, where Joshua was already sitting next to. I gritted my teeth in frustration; when would this moron take a hint and just leave me the hell alone?! Oh right, he probably wouldn't seeing as we're now roommates, and he's got all of my classes. Grumbling under my breath, I sat in my seat by Joshua, causing him to smirk at me.
"What's the matter, Nekky? Can't get enough of me?" he giggled, and I socked him in the arm, making him yelp again.
As he rubbed his sore arm, I growled, "What did I tell you before about calling me that? And yes, I've gotten plenty of you in less than 5 minutes, so shut the fuck up."
Joshua rubbed his arm some more before smirking at me again. "Aww, does little Nek—" I glared at him as I raised my fist again. "Neku want me that bad?" he mocked, correcting himself quickly, but I just turned my music on and tuned out the dumbass. Rolling my eyes, I wrote the notes that were cramped on the board, and then we were allowed to leave.
I made my way back to my dorm with that stupid silver-haired priss following me the whole way, seeing as neither of us had anything better to do. I was so fucking pissed at him that I needed to vent. Once the door locked to the dorm, I stalked off to my room, slamming it shut and locking it without a word to Joshua.
Pulling out my razor blade from under my mattress and slid my one wristband off, carefully slicing into the already marred skin there. I was careful not to go too deep, and when the blade bit into my skin, I let out a small hiss of relief. I hadn't had to cut in a while, but I had the feeling that Joshua's being here would cause me to do this more often. Once I felt calmer, I went to my medical kit that I kept in my room and began to bandage up the cut. After I finished the bandaging, I pulled my wristband back on, covering the bandage perfectly.
I sat on my bed, sighing; why did this have to be so hard? I hated being like this, but I couldn't help it. This was the only way I could cope with my parents being dead, plus all of the other bullshit that goes on in my life, like Joshua. People had tried to give me advice on how to quit before, but I couldn't do it.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. "Neku?" Joshua called through it.
"Shit!" I hissed under my breath, quickly hiding my razor and medical kit where they originally were. Once they were back where they belonged, I replied, "What?"
"Can we talk?" he asked softly.
"No, I don't want to talk to you, asshole!" I yelled through the locked door. He sighed heavily, and as I heard his footsteps leave, I felt this odd pang go through me. It almost felt like…regret? Pffft, whatever. Why on earth I would regret doing anything to that ass, I have no clue.
I went to sleep that night not bothering to eat, seeing as I wasn't hungry. As I went to sleep, I thought about the weekend, and pondered what I could do. I didn't have any friends to hang out with, no hobbies other than drawing or video games, no new games to play, etc. I guess I'll just work on my creative writing essay this weekend, I thought as I fell asleep.
A/N: What do you guys think? Did I do good? I certainly hope so! I did my best to write from Neku's POV, and I think I did at least an okay job. Let me know what you think, okay guys? R&R, peeps!