Chp 1
A young man, around the age of fifteen or sixteen or so, wandered down the Ouran High School hallways aimlessly. He fingered his black bangs and swiftly swept them to the left, attempting to relocate the strands of hair so they were out of his grey eyes, as they were impairing his vision. They flopped back into his eyes and he just glared ahead.
Instead of paying mind to the environment around him, he concentrated on smaller things like the way his khaki cargo shorts brushed against his knee every time he bent it forward or the warmth he felt when he buried his hands deep inside his jacket pockets. These small things comforted him. He subconsciously curled and uncurled his toes inside his shoes rhythmically to meet the same beat he was chewing his gum. Anything that would keep him out of the real world and wrapped in his thoughts was appreciated.
"Move it, dick weed." a voice boomed after its owner had successfully knocked the boy down onto his hands and knees. 'Ding, ding, ding, you have now arrived to reality!' he thought, mocking a game show, his voice thick with charisma.
Reality was no fun. Here, the world was a dark and grimy place where murder and rape happened. In fantasy and fiction, there were so many possibilities. In these stories the same cruel things could occur; Rape and murder were possibilities as well. However, they would be balanced out by love or a wonderful story. These were the fantasies that the over-imaginative boy thought of. A reverse world where it was all "art" or a "story" , no matter the situations. Reality was just harsh. No art to it.
He only gazed at the retreating muscular back with a sulky expression plastered on his face outwardly. "Isn't this joint supposed to be high-class?" This was only one of the incoherent phrases and grumbled to himself while he clumsily staggered back on two feet. A stinging sensation brought his attention to his hands. Tattered and scraped, blood oozed from them slowly. He wrinkled his nose and examined the rest of his body. Sure enough, his fragile looking knees were showing the same symptoms. A "tch" sound emitted from his throat and he wiped his hands on his clothed thighs.
"Today is just dandy, isn't it?" he said to himself only. No one else was present at the moment to hear him anyways. Every single cattle-resembling student had made their way through the hallways already and had successfully found their way to their assigned classrooms.
The boy wasn't normally this grouchy. No, he wasn't the perfect model for being bubbly either but he definitely wasn't this sour. He thought back at what had taken him to this position in his life.
Jimmy was hurt. I was angry and immature. The person who had hurt him was smug. So, I attacked. For Jimmy. For me. For everything I ever stood for. I tried to barrel through his stomachs with my hands. Unsuccessfully. He had ended up pinning me to the ground, lighting a flame to my neck. To my collar bone. To my chest. To my rib cage. To my belly button. To my hip bone……..
He stopped myself from continuing and put my signature smile on my face. "Anne said this was the best idea to get away. She must be right." He said, assuring himself the best he could. He still couldn't help but switch his gaze nervously behind his shoulder a couple of times.
He shook his head and scurried off to his first class, making sure to find the correct room number. He was very bad with directions so when the scary woman in the front office with the tacky pendants had given him a map and pointed to multiple squares on it, he had gotten quite confused.
Reluctantly, he opened the door with the heading "879 – history" and peeked his head in.
Here he saw a classroom filled with various students, all perched elegantly in their seat and chatting quietly amongst themselves. No sensei seemed to be present. He rolled his eyes when a student noticed his presence and waved a smile visible. 'Some one has an awful lot of gusto for greeting a new student of whom he doesn't like' He thought grimly.
"I assume you're Dai-san." The boy said to him. He responded with a head nod. "Nice to meet you."
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