First Chapter
A/N: This story was written by Shiinon-Chii and The Memelord. Published on Shiinon-Chii's account.
It was early in the morning, 7:12 to be precise. The sun was slowly rising and shining through the window of a rather messy part of an apartment. Although the light was turned off, anyone could see how everything looked. Lazily folded shirts that had yet to be ironed were laid out on the closet; two pairs of jeans the owner didn't even bother to wash could be seen below them. Near the closet was a desk, with a laptop on it. Along with the desk was one of those spinning chairs. That wasn't all in the bedroom of this apartment, obviously - A bed was near the window, its dark blue covers barely on the bed.
On the bed was a rather young figure, presumably a teenager , who was lying face first on the mattress. They did hear the alarm ringing; As it was right next to their bed. The teenager's pale hand slowly made its way right above the digital clock before their fist slammed onto the device. The beeping noise stopped abruptly. The teen threw the mattress to the side weakly, sitting onto the bed.
"Seven AM? Already?"
They growled, turning on the lights by lightly tapping the switch near their bed. Their features could be seen clearly now. The feature that stuck out the most was their pale skin. Without all the dark clothes, they could easily blend in with the white walls. The pale person's hair, or at least the hair sticking out from under their hood, was dark brown, almost black.
"Son of a fuck," Presumably, he cursed, glancing at the clock before walking to the kitchen. It was an ordinary kitchen. Nothing much to see-at least to him. He opened the fridge slowly, hoping there was at least something good to eat. There was nothing. The brunet slammed it shut.
"I can go on without food today," He thought, grabbing his dark blue bag lazily. Sleeping with boots wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing, yet it helped a lot in the mornings.
"Why am I even heading out so early…?" He asked himself out loud, taking his smartphone from the table.
He checked the time, as if he didn't see what time it was on the alarm. There was, indeed, no reason to go to school only to wait an hour or so. Perhaps it was to get food? Yeah, that explanation would work. His life was so dull at this point. Pick things up, go to school, return, write homework, repeat. Yesterday was at least a thunderstorm, but nothing exciting happened.
The hooded brunet dragged himself out. Going to school was so boring, irritating, aggravating-a waste of time. He could name five better activities in less than ten seconds. Even locking the door or going down the stairs was better. If he fell down the stairs, would it get any more exciting? No, he wasn't going to do that. Sitting in a hospital for a week or more wouldn't be exciting.
The school wasn't far away. He didn't complain while walking. The only things he was thinking of were, well, the upcoming holidays. He, along with the entire school, would be free for at least two weeks. While the other people thought it was a blessing, he just saw it as another period of endless boredom. While the brunet was thinking, he made it to the school, calmly ignoring the bunch of screaming teenagers. They were so annoying.
He made his way up the stairs, despite the teachers not letting anyone go to the classrooms. To his surprise, he wasn't exactly the only one using stealth to get past those old farts, was he? No, not exactly.
Once he entered the classroom, he noticed something. There were two people sitting at their desk, which was in front of his desk. Why were they sitting here? Why were they early? Ugh.
"Hey!" One of them, an orange haired girl, exclaimed cheerfully.
Who was even this cheerful in the morning, right after waking up? The young brunet tried and tried desperately to ignore her. Yet it seemed impossible when she stood right in front of his desk, staring up at him. The happy glint in her golden eyes was really pretty, he could say.
"My name is Cupa! I'm the . . . er . . ."
She looked over to the other person-a rather tired boy, then whispered something. He whispered back, and right after that Cupa turned around, pushing her orangish hair from her eyes.
". . .the transfer student! Who are you?"
He sighed. God, how he despised introducing himself, yet he loved it too.
"Corvus Khione." The male replied coldly.
He took out some of the textbooks and sat down, hoping these two would leave him alone. Sadly, that wasn't going to happen, as Cupa was too bored to simply sit down quietly. The boy walked alongside her, seeming rather embarrassed or uncomfortable.
"She's . . . don't mind her, she's new." He tried to explain. Due to of the boy's quiet tone, Corvus didn't even hear him, nor did he want to.
"That's Zen! Zen Sharon." Cupa introduced the boy, who walked to the blackboard in order to prevent even more embarrassment. The thing that stood out about him was his bright, brown, but still not too saturated, hair.
"Alright . . .?" The brunet sleepily responded
He stood, which immediately brought a realization to height difference was… Shocking, to say the very least. This Cupa must be at most 5"5'. He himself had quite the height on him, and being compared to such a tiny human being left him slightly shocked and a bit confused. How did this small girl get into high school?
Eventually, both of them wondered whether they thought out loud about the other's height. Though, Cupa was the first out of the three to point it out. "Hey, you're really tall!" She cheerfully said. Corvus raised his head, lifting his hood a bit so he could look at Cupa.
"...Are you shitting me..." He silently replied, which elicited a slight giggle from the short girl. "You probably noticed the difference!" She smiled at the dark haired teenager, then sat down at her desk. Corvus laid his head onto the desk, not wanting to go through another day of this shit. He was aware that he could have missed school today. One day won't hurt anyone, he was ensured.
The male pulled out some sort of notebook, quietly scribbling into it.
"December 18th, year 2017
I am bored as all fuck-yet again."
That was the only entry on the page. Before he could proceed to etch profanities onto the poor book's pages, he noticed Zen and Cupa talking. If she knew Zen, why was she talking to another student? One person was enough to tell you where should you go or where are the classes. He didn't bother listening to this, though. After all,that's their conversation, not his.
In his boredom, he took out the phone. It was his smartphone-an android. He's been using it for over three years. The brunet searched through the App store, wondering if there was anything, anything at all, to pass the time. One application did look cool.
He lightly tapped on it. From the description, he could tell it was meant to keep track of things, write what happens everyday, et cetera. Writing with a pen left some ink on his hands, and Corvus decided it'd be good to install this. What for, though? His life was boring, anyhow.
Who even cares for that previous diary entry? He threw it into his bag, and drummed onto the screen until the bell rang. This was going to be a tiring school day. He didn't really have anything else to do, and he could say that in all honesty. Playing games on the computer was a bit more fun, but could he do that in school?
He was going to try, at the very least
Hiding the device slightly under the small desk, his fingers continued to tap and swipe across the screen. It wasn't as fun as on a computer, considering the controls were so different and awkward, but it was better than listening to the teacher ramble on about whatever the hell was coming out of their mouth. Hell, the game he was playing wasn't even that fun in a sense, but for some reason, the act of trying to break the rules was enough to suit him. It was sort of like that edgy rush an 8th grader gets after shouting, "hail satan!" as if they're some sort of preacher of their "dark lord".
Though, right after the rambling about a week-long field trip-which he was attending-the teacher decided to introduce Cupa while she was in the middle of staring at him, or something behind him. The teacher called her over. Of course, the teenagers in the classroom did notice the girl's curious stare. Some of the guys looked jealous, while some looked like they were about to make a joke.
"Everyone, welcome the new student. Cupa, introduce yourself." The teacher suggested, or rather, ordered.
The small girl got up, her hands in her pockets. She walked up to the teacher then turned around, waving at the class. She looked quite happy to be here.
"My name is Cupa Kailin!" She started off, pushing her hair back.
"I'm fourteen and a half, and I moved here from Minecra-" She was cut off by Zen's stare, pleading her not to mention the word she was about to. "-And I moved here yesterday! I'd like to make new friends here and maybe live with someone! My sister and I don't have much money." She kept her stare, and her golden eyes were looking straight at the last desk in the middle row.
The teacher went outside. It was surprising, how this was one of the first times these teenagers didn't scream or yell right after the teacher left. The fact that Cupa was quietly staring at him was noticed by most of the boys, while some just waited for her to continue.
"Oh, right, sorry for that! I'm a bit tired and all…" She tried to explain, then walked back to her desk. She sat down and talked a bit to Zen who seemed to be, well, concerned for her. Either because he didn't want anyone to bully her, and because he didn't want her to do anything that'd cause that, or because he just wanted to keep things a secret.
Corvus rolled his eyes a bit, deciding to ignore whatever had happened back there. He honestly didn't care that Cupa had her eyes locked on him. He just wanted to go back to being a lazy shit like always. His own eyes turned back towards the screen, his fingers moving along with what the game told him.
He barely noticed how the other guys in the classroom glared at him. They seemed to be. . . jealous? Some whispered to each other, repeating the history that had just happened. Cupa had stared at him, and for longer than usual. Not only that, but Corvus seemed to be completely oblivious to her attempt at something that may or may not be friendship. Who in their right mind would ignore such a bubbly and exquisite girl like that?
The guys seemed to be a bit angry at the fact, while Cupa seemed to have a blush on their face. Thinking about it, he assumed they were going to hate him for the rest of the year. There wasn't a way out of that; Either they'd hate him for breaking Cupa's heart, or for dating her.
Shit. This was a mess.
The bell rang, sooner than usual. He didn't even realize. Everyone packed their bags and so did he, walking out. Why was Cupa staring at him? Did she know something? Was it because he wore a hood 90% of the time? Or, perhaps, was it the fact that she saw the bright screen underneath the desk?
Whatever the cause was, Corvus shrugged it off after a few seconds. He didn't seem to dwell on it for too long, considering it wasn't something to dwell on. He was sure it was something small, and, if it wasn't, something he simply wouldn't care about.
Slipping the phone into his pocket, he shuffled out of the classroom with the rest of his belongings. He huffed as he basically slammed his way through the crowded halls. He despised passing periods like this. Being so close to these hormonal teenagers who mated like rabbits urked him, but he was dreadfully forced to spend these few minutes with them. It was necessary to get to his next destination, even if it meant to be back-to-back with such disgusting, sweat-smelling masses. He did have to push some people out of the way, but also pushed some others for no reasons besides the fact that he disliked them.
Luckily, the period of uncomfortable heat and dirty smells swept itself by once Corvus managed to walk into his next class. He gritted his teeth, still caught by the left-over annoyance of the halls. He made his way over to a random desk, setting himself down. Glancing up at the clock, he noticed he still had a couple minutes left to fuck around before class began. Once again, the phone that lie in his pocket was brought out again. It was as bright as always, but still enjoyable for people who liked shining stupid things.
Zen sat right in front of him before turning around. Was he going to get an explanation now? He hoped so. In a casual voice, the male asked him.
"Hey, why was Cupa staring at you?"
"As if I know," Corvus hissed through gritted teeth. He looked around the classroom to see where was Cupa was. Why was he looking for her, he didn't know. So he just resorted to typing into the journal on his phone.
December 18th, 2017
Cupa was staring at me or something else today. But that something else was probably a drawing and I'm being a conceited piece of fuck. She introduced herself too, and I've noticed her initials are the same as mine. That doesn't matter to me, I hope it doesn't matter either to those fucking dickmilkers from my class.
They're all sweaty, disgusting pieces of shit. Why do they exist is one of my questions and why are they specifically in my class is another one. I'm-"
He was cut off by the teacher's talking, which he promptly ignored. Since school was ending in about five hours, he decided to continue writing until that happened.
The school hours passed quickly to anyone else, while he was just trying to ignore Cupa's stare and the envious glare of some guys. Some of those stares were pitiful, which he hated. He didn't need their pity - An edgy teenager only had self pity, remember...? But then again, he understood why.
Around five hours later he was outside, his bag slung over his shoulder and a bored look on his face. Yet, right after he walked outside, Zen walked in front of him along with Cupa. What could they want now?
"...Hey, since we're neighbors and all," He started. Neighbors? Corvus didn't even notice. Zen continued. "You wouldn't mind helping me out with something, right?"
This day was boring, so he reluctantly nodded. The three walked along to Zen's building, ignoring basically everything. Once they were far enough from school, the younger boy asked.
"...Would you, uh... Mind helping me move Cupa's older sister?" Zen questioned. That was a surprising question to say the very least.
". . .What?" Corvus asked, tilting his head to the left.
"Well, I. . . I need sleep, and she's on the bed." He tried to explain.
"Why the hell are you asking me to move her?" The other inquired.
"I'm pretty sure you have the strength to move a horse, and I'm desperate for sleep. Plus nobody really forgot that one time a guy punched you and you almost broke his-" He was cut off by Cupa turning to stare at him. Zen huffed. "Anyways, I'd like you to move the girl. Can you do that?"Corvus let out a sigh, almost dropping the bag. "Fine."
They arrived into the apartment, and the brunet could notice it was decorated pretty nicely. Why didn't Zen's mother or father get the girl off the bed, he had no idea. Maybe they were on yet another trip to nowhere land? That was his main guess.
He walked to the bedroom, noticing a blue-haired girl lazily lying on it. She was sprawled out on the mattress, a bit of drool in the corner of her mouth. She looked like she had been knocked out by a wrestler, to be honest. If she wasn't already, she would be if she didn't move. Just kidding, she looked pretty tired.
Corvus gave an annoyed sigh. He walked over to her, glancing over her position on the bed. How was he even going to do this? Should he just wing it or something? It looked like he was going to have to. He didn't have time (or, didn't want to waste time) to pick out the perfect plan on how to move a stranger. He slid his arms under her, cursing quietly as he lifted her up. She was a bit heavy, yes, but for Corvus, it didn't bother him too much. Perhaps Zen was right-maybe he could move an actual horse.
The girl on his arms stirred at the sudden movement. She let out a couple protests, whining from being woken up. She, on instinct, clinged to him, shocked from being brought up from her cozy little bed. Her face immediately went a bit red when she noticed what was going on.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" She slurred out, a hint of anger in her voice.
"There was no other way to get you off-" Cupa meant to say, but Corvus cut her off. "...Do you want me to drop you?"
"N-No, of course not!" the girl hissed out, "Put me down somewhere safe!"
Corvus rolled his eyes, muttering something about how idiotic this whole situation was. He walked out of the room with her, shuffling over towards the couch. He set her down there, rubbing his back slightly from the load. She wasn't the largest, no, but it still ached his back to suddenly lift up a large amount.
". . .Thanks." she murmured.
"Be thankful I didn't decide to throw you on the floor." he said. "I was planning to, actually, but because I'm not only a "good" human being, but also a generous one, I have decided to let you live."
"Such a great human being you are. If I wasn't such a grateful being I'd shit onto your pants while you were carrying me." She hissed back, sitting up and laughing at her own joke.
"That sounds rather pleasant. At least, better than the steaming shit that seems to be protruding from your mouth right now." Corvus snapped back. There was a playful smirk on his lips, though, which gave away the fact that he was joking.
". . .Are both of you done hate-fucking each other?" Zen chipped up from behind them.
The two heads turned to face the boy, their expressions one of shock. They weren't expecting someone to walk in on their insult fest. Quickly, their faces made a look of annoyance. Corvus gritted his teeth, while Cupa's older sister had to bite her tongue to keep quiet. They both would have told him to fuck off, but that would only prove Zen's discrete point of how similarly sarcastic they were.
"Wouldn't you rather thank me than have more shitty comments roll off of that tongue of yours?" Corvus finally said.
Zen gave an annoyed sigh, glancing to the side. "Thank you. You're welcome to leave now."
A small chuckle made its way past Corvus' lips. He smiled a bit sarcastically as he turned to Zen once more.
"Why leave now? I'm already having the best of times here! C'mon, don't you wanna spend some quality time together?" he snickered.
". . .If it involves a bed, then sure." Zen responded, "I'm exhausted."
"I don't wanna move things too fast, now." Corvus said, "Have you even taken me out to dinner?"
"Shut it, Corvus!" Zen hissed, "Fine, stay here. Just. . . let me sleep, okay?"
"Go to bed, you sleepy shit!" Cupa's older sister chipped, "You've already annoyed me with waking me up!"
"That wasn't me, that was Corvus!"
"You asked him to move me!"
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, both of you shut up!" Corvus snapped again, "Ugh, I'm getting a headache."
Zen would have made another snarky remark to them, but his weariness got the best of him. His body craved the soft embrace of warm blankets and soft pillows. He turned, quickly going towards the now empty bedroom. He nearly slammed the door behind him, but, like a "good" person, shut it gently. A slight "click" was heard, which indicated that he had obviously locked it. Bye, asshole!
"...So, what now?" Cupa asked, yawning right after.
