In almost all cases, size in numbers is a far stronger force than physical size. I happened to learn this the hard way.
Kids, teenagers, youngsters- call us what you wish -cannot use money and business negotiating to rule out problems like adults do. We simply lack the maturity. This being so, we usually resort to taunting or even violence. Often both, if violence does ensue. We simply don't have the patience nor the drive to settle things peacefully. In the real world, if one was to insult someone, a mature adult being targeted would either try to settle things peacefully or shrug it off without a second thought. But this was high school- the real world, maturity, patience; it all meant absolutely nothing there. And I really should have caught on sooner.
I was always tall for my age, and skipping two grades didn't help much either. My entire appearance is strange, actually- not to mention what's hidden underneath my clothing. The bullying started in fifth grade, around the time I hit puberty. My voice deepened, my chest got way larger, I got taller than I already was, I grew in unmentionable places. My peers started to question things.
"Hey!" A certain blonde boy called from behind me. He was literally a foot away; I didn't see any reason for him to shout. "Hey, Ruko!"
Picking my head up from my desk(I was dozing off prior to the sudden commotion), I glanced sideways at the kid known as Len. His twin sister was clinging onto his arm, looking terrified, but more than that, nervous and- what was this? -embarrassed. I raised a brow questioningly at the duo. "What's up, Len?"
"Are you a boy?" His sister hissed a rather hushed "Len!" as he stood there, pride glowing in those deep blue eyes of his. What a showoff. I didn't take it to heart, though before I could respond with something clever and witty(well, clever and witty by a fifth-grader's standards, that was), he grinned like a dork and quickly added, "Or are you an alien? You're eyes make you look like one!"
Now, I hardly got offended at that age. I was always the type to laugh with people, or to counter their harsh words by calling them stupid. But this kid was just... mean. And I didn't understand why he was insulting me. All I could utter was a tiny "no" and look back ahead of me, trying to ignore the snickers from Len and his buddies, and the scolding of Rin, his sister. I didn't think this was considered bullying at the time. I thought it was just some harmless teasing. But his words stuck with me.
The teasing grew to full-on verbal abuse by the time I was in seventh grade. My peers actually started to make me feel really bad- and that's quite the feat, for someone like me. I've always been proud of who I am, all my little imperfections that made me, well, me. I thought I was normal in my own definition of the word, and that everyone accepted that. Being naive like this kept me going.
Until high school, that was.
High school was where I got my first black eye, my first shattered rib, my first split lip. Cliques of girls who knew that you had to step on a few people in order to be respected- I was easy prey. With my abnormal size, it would be easy to assume that I had picked the fight had I chosen to fight back at any given time. I knew this, the girls knew this, hell, the entire school knew this.
Luckily, whenever a clique decided to gang up on me, I would almost always be able to get away with only a few scrapes and bruises. Those would heal in a matter of days and I would be fine for the rest of the month.
The easy days stopped rather abruptly when I met her.
The pink-haired beauty with crystal-clear azure eyes that could make the noblest of hearts melt.
The seductive teenager that every boy- and occasionally, girl -wanted to get in the pants of.
Luka Megurine. I, myself, would have been gawking at the mere sight of her had I not first gotten a clear glimpse of her while she was delivering a solid kick to my abdomen.
Our eyes met. In a few months time, I would wish that they hadn't.
And thus, I met the woman who would eventually, after several years of sexual abuse and harassment, steal my heart.
[A/N: AND THE EXTREMELY AWKWARD S&M-ISH ROMANCE ENSUES. Hooray~!
Okay, so, as you can see, I'm fairly new to writing. I'll love anyone forever if they give me any constructive criticism whatsoever. Got tiny tips? I'll take 'em! Got huge writing techniques that I'm totally missing out on? I'll love you forever if you share 'em! Spotted a typo? I'll correct 'em!
But anyways... I'm planning for this story to be six or so chapters long, give or take. Lots 'o drama, lots 'o awkward Ruko commentary, and, obviously, quite a few sexy moments. Let's hope I can write them out decently.]