Just a small snippet that I wanted to write, like Rogue. Heheh, so I just added in a bit of Kirihara and Hiyoshi fluff.
Gah, there's school tomorrow but I can't be bothered to go so imma skipping. Don't you just hate to go to school when exams are over? Okay maybe not, but my school plans the worst post-exam activities.
Kirihara Akaya stood there, shaking with anger, fear, disappointment, resentment, and every other emotion he could could feel besides happiness. Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his red, raw, bloody cheeks. He winced at the sting and bit his lip, wishing so bad that the bitter tears would stop flowing. Hiyoshi Wakashi was in front of Kirihara, eyes filled with worry and concern. He tried to reach out for Kirihara but withdrew his hand immediately when he received a death glare from the black-haired boy.
"Don't," he snarled menacingly, his fists clenched tightly, so tightly that he could feel his nails digging into his flesh. "I... Hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
Hiyoshi winced at the words that were filled with poison. It hurt, badly. He deserved it, after all. "Kiri-"
"Shut up."
Hiyoshi winced again. He took a step closer, a nervous, shaky step, wanting to help the younger boy. "I-"
"Shut up!" Kirihara shrieked, taking a step back, as if he didn't want to be this close to Hiyoshi. His legs almost gave way, but he caught himself before he did. Blood splattered on the ground.
"You... You need to get to the hospital!" Hiyoshi said, desperately. It was true. Kirihara was bleeding profusely, his body badly bruised. "And you have to believe me, I had nothing to do with this!"
There was a moment of silence. Kirihara's mouth tweaked upwards into a smile. A hollow, forced, insincere smile. He started to laugh. A painful, sickening laughter, ice cold. "Hiyoshi. Hiyoshi, Hiyoshi." He was still laughing, and it was definitely different from the cheerful laughter Hiyoshi had always heard.
"I swear, I wasn't the one who let it out," Hiyoshi gulped, shaking in fear. The Kirihara in front of him was like an untamed, injured, wild animal who was about to snap anytime. He didn't know who this Kirihara was. Kirihara suddenly looked at Hiyoshi. It wasn't a glare, it was a normal look. Empty. Hiyoshi thought he saw a tinge of sadness.
Kirihara lowered his head, tears, this time of sadness, still falling down. "I thought we were friends," he whispered, softly. Hiyoshi's heart broke.
"We are! I didn't tell anyone! It... It wasn't me!" Hiyoshi cried out. He took another step towards Kirihara, and when Kirihara did not move, he took another, and another, until he was barely an arm's length away from Kirihara.
Kirihara looked up at Hiyoshi. "Then who else could it have been?" He said, softer than before. It wasn't an accusation anymore. It was a true, sincere question. "Who the fuck could it have been?"
Hiyoshi felt bad. It wasn't his fault, but he felt as if it was. His head was spinning as he wrap his arms around Kirihara, pulling him into an embrace. Kirihara didn't budge. He was sobbing into Hiyoshi's shoulder with no signs of stopping. Hiyoshi had never known the always cheerful boy could weep this much. He hugged him tighter before pulling away. Then, he held the shorter boy by his shoulders and pecked him on the lips.
"I'll help you get through this. I'm sorry," Hiyoshi smiled genuinely, half enjoying the surprised look on Kirihara's face. Then, he pulled in into another hug. Kirihara needed it. He needed to calm down.
Ohkay. So, I don't know what's making him so agitated. (: Let's just assume that Kirihara told Hiyoshi a secret that got leaked out and got him bullied. This has nothing to do with anything.