"I really hate us..."

To pull back from such a passionate kiss, and murmur the words against her lips was probably uncalled for, yet he knew she would not mind. A slight, distant smirk played on the girl's lips, and she gazed up into his one olive eye.
"Yeah. I can relate." Her voice was soft, and he barely heard the words.
"That's the issue..." Nodding, Takasugi leaned up, his voice equally low.

They were laying on her bed, still wearing their uniforms. Both knew that the hate of the relationship is what made it so interesting- too tempting to resist. It wasn't every day that one could turn to a possible love interest, and seriously state that they hated them, and everything they did. It wasn't every day that intimate friends would share their opinion, and express their own hate for one another. Not for everybody else, but for them it was. They hated one another, simply for being so similar to them. But even so, they hated the rest of the world; far more then each other.

Takasugi had taken a moment to contemplate Kinu's words. Once again, their annoyance with everything led them here. In her room. The light of the sunset poured through the window behind them, illuminating the bare walls of the empty room. It reflected off the shining hardwood, creating a pocket of light on the ceiling. The only thing inside the room was her bed. He knew that if they were so much as caught, things would only escalate. After punching her father, how could things not? It was not like her mother would care, she would probably smile, and bring them cookies or something. Make them sandwiches when they finished. It made more sense to take her to his place. Seeing as to how he lived alone, it would be easier. Kinu's hands found their way to the small buttons of his crimson dress shirt.

The man watched as she took her time, pulling the fabric apart. The entirety of the motion, the girl's cerulean eyes remained on him. She never minded his constant dark expression, which seemed enough to dissuade all but his friend Kawakami, and the girl, Matako, from talking to him. Even more so, the girl never seemed to have any expression, until she was in this position. When she gazed up at him, he could tell she was falling. An unmatched gentleness fell over her, and she seemed to be lost in thought. But he couldn't let himself be so vulnerable. She was just... Just a girl who shared his misanthropic views. That's all...

She did not mind his sadistic tendencies. If anything, she seemed to enjoy his methods of torturing her from time to time. Maybe it was her own self-hate, which caused the girl to give him such power. Time and time again had he found she had hurt herself. Purposely. After he uncovered her little secret she still had not stopped, and he suspected it was to simply make him mad. Nevertheless, it gave him more ways to hurt her, without doing anything over the top. Something so mundane as grabbing her wrist could cause a world of pain, if he gripped her tightly enough. Running his tongue over her wounds caused the razor marks to burn, and he took full advantage of this knowledge.

When he had first met her, he had mistaken her for a male. It was not that she looked the part, her features were delicate, and keen. Probably his assumption was due to her wearing the mens' uniform. She had not turned to look at him when he entered the room; instead, the girl remained on the desk talking to her beloved so called "Onii-San"; the silver haired idiot she normally shared her lunchtime with. He never thought that just a few short months later, they would be here. The multi-toned hair was a sort of give away, though. Blonde and black, no man would wear it as long as she did. The fact that she generally avoided all form of conversation, and did not even want people to look at her had not made their unconventional friendship any easier to form. However, the first time they had truly spoken, he knew she would be interesting.

How the girl had simply turned to him from her locker beside where he was leaning, and focused her expressionless, icy gaze on the man. His office was empty, and he was on his lunch break. The students would be leaving for lunch soon as well. He had been buried in a book at the time, but noticed her previous conversation with Katsura. When he caught her eyes, the ghost of a smirk played on her lips.
"Don't you just want to kill them all?"

That one line. His initial thoughts were of confusion. More of a "Did she really just speak?". Often time he would find her in his office, and have to pretend to lecture her, when in all actuality their time was spent sitting in silence. The girl had not really said a word the entire time she had been in the school. Her conversations consisted of low murmurs, and hums of recognition for the most part; keeping everybody at bay. Holding the world beyond arms length, and hoping it would never so much as try to catch her attention. Immediately after his ponderings, he came to the same conclusion.
"Yes. I do."

A/N: Hi all. So this is going to be my first attempt at a Takasugi story. Feedback would be appreciated, as I'm not entirely sure if anybody would be interested or not, but I have realized there aren't many, Takasugi/Girl stories (Especially when he's not being all rape-y ) out there, and slightly detest Matako. So voila, an OC.
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Thank you for taking the time to read my first chapter, and I hope you enjoy the soon to come story :3