Chapter I
'And don't you DARE,' he paused to drive his fist into the bloody boys face once more, ignoring the blood oozing from his own knuckles. 'Call me "Emo" ever again.' He finished with another strike, a deathly cracking escaping the others jaw. The boy fell limb, his fingers still digging into Riku's forearm, blood hardened to the both of them. With a strong look of disgust, the silver headed teen threw the other the ground, his bloody body skidding through the lose rocks and dirt. A manic laugh escaped his lips as he turned, satisfied with his bloody work. As he walked, whipping the concoction of blood off on his pants, scooped up his bag and turned out of the ally way. Riku continued his way home, not a single thought pass through his mind.
Moments later, the teen entered his domicile and threw his keys on the counter behind the door, some small blood droplets splattering the wall. As he passed through the living room, he glanced over the couch. Sure enough, just like all other days, his asshole drunkard mother was collapsed on it, in one hand an empty beer can, in the other a dead butt. Riku sighed whore, couldn't even bother to chance... the thoughts echoed through his empty head. Not wanting to think about his mother at her 'day job' he threw the throw over her with a roll of his eyes. Tsk, Tsk, going soft are we Riku? You're just like that pathetic father of yours, if you keep it up, you'll end up just. Like. Him. Cold and six feet under. With a crease of his brow, Riku pushed the annoying voice to the back of his head; he was NOT going soft. Down the hall and into his room, his footsteps reverberated through the almost silent halls, no other sound but his mothers snores.
Letting his bag slip from his shoulders, Riku headed to the shower, shedding blood stained clothes as he went. Silently humming to himself Riku flipped on his iHome, letting the loud sounds of My Chemical Romance bounce off the walls and rattle in his aching head. The water stuttered on and the teen let its hot embrace wash over him, dripping from his hair and his lashes as he looked up into the streams. Smothering his head in shampoo, the solemn teen allowed his hips to sway as he sang along quietly, his eyes closed, suds dancing at the corners of his lips. Before he knew it, Riku started to really get into the song, his low voice carrying through the sound of rushing water.
'Did you get what you deserve? The ending of your life! And if you get to heaven I'll be here waiting baby!' He flicked his head, bubbles splattering the walls.
'And did you get what-' he was interrupted by violent slams on the bathroom wall.
A muffled, 'Shut the fuck up you lowly, noisy bastard!' soon followed. Riku snarled involuntarily.
'Love you, too bitch!' He screamed back, returning his eyes to the shower floor; the blood still lingering between his toes, the soap suds swirling around the drain and the cracked tiles beneath it all. He listened carefully, hearing his mother stumble out the door over the sounds in the small bathroom. Guess I'll feed myself...again. Wonder when she'll be back... he thought softy~ the voice sang again, causing the teen to physically scowl. Without another thought, he flipped the water off and stepped out of the shower, changed songs and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Still humming a song, Riku wandered into the kitchen and began the search for food. Coming up empty minutes later, he gave in and headed back to his room. Humming to the song, he collapsed on his bed, the peculiar voice still nagging in the back of his head. Well, well, lookie here. The bitch just LEFT and your not even doing anything, you really are going soft,aren't you. Riku could almost hear the voice smiling.
'I'm not going to talk to you, so go the hell away...' He said aloud, ignoring the fact he was talking to himself. Out loud, none the less. The voices hollow laugh drifted through his head. Tsk Tsk, touchy touchy~ I'm not going anywhere. I'm that voice in the back of your head, here to enjoy the sight of you destroying the shitty life you've been given. Heh, the show's about to get good, too. . . Riku grumbled and stared intently at the ceiling above his bed, as if he were glaring at the voice. With a few mumbles to himself, the teen settled in, closing his eyes again. Well, maybe I'll making something of myself, unlikely as it may seem, I will. No reply. Surprisingly, Riku found himself slightly disappointed, but let sleep over come him non-the-less, his stomach in knots and his bare, wet chest cool in the warm, non-Air Conditioned air. I won't ruin my life, and I'll prove it...tomorrow. . .
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FangirlYasha