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Rustling leaves, footsteps, chatter, laughters, fills the air. A boy with hazelnut gaze looked from right to left, observing his surroundings as he walked in silence. A content sigh escaped from his pale pink lips when his gaze caught a sight of a young boy held into a deep embrace by his parents. He immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere to avoid the painful memories, suppressing his tears within him.
He never knew what its like to be loved, cared, nor happy. He never knew how it feels like to have a family nor friends. He isolated himself and locked himself up behind the bars of solitude. But, he doesn't want to be pitied either. So, he covers his loneliness by beating other people up.
Some people even called him a delinquent because of his actions. But he didn't care what they think. To him, people's judgements are just bullshit. A stack of bullshits that could determine people's image without even knowing how they really are.
Concluding every thing as if they know everything.
He gritted his teeth at the thought. His hands formed into a fist subconsciously. The anger, hatred, sorrow, and rage boiled up inside him, waiting for the right time to burst. Ignoring his previous thoughts, he continued his walk towards a building that he shall be attending from now on.
A place known as school.
He placed his hands in his pocket and lowered his head, not wanting to see any other things that would ruin his morning. unbeknownst to him, a blue haired-teen was walking right in front of him in slow pace. The chestnut haired teen fasten his pace subconsciously due to his anger that boiled up inside him.
It happened in a blink of an eye. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground next to a blue haired-teen, groaning in pain as he rubs his forehead. Suddenly, his head ached, giving a stinging sensation all over his head. A small moan escaped from his lips as he held his head in pain.
The blue haired-teen shifted his blue gaze towards the chestnut haired boy. Regaining his senses, he immediately stood up and dusted himself off.
"G-Gomen! I-I wasn't looking w-where I was g-going! I'm sorry! A-Are you o-okay, kid?"
He offers him a hand, hoping that the kid would accept his apology. And in response, he simply slapped his hands. The blue haired-teen swallowed a knot in his throat, retreating his hands to his side, his blue gaze reflected the feeling of guilt and confusion. He watched as the chestnut haired boy stood up as his hazelnut gaze bore into his blue gaze. In people's eyes, the chestnut haired boy's gaze could've passed as a deathly glare, but to the blue-haired teen, he saw loneliness, sadness, and solitude.
"Just watch where you're going, weirdo! I'm not a kid by the way, you egghead! I'm a 10th grader!"
The blue haired teen watched him snap, throwing insults at him in every sentences. Tears developed in his eyes as he pushed his square framed glasses up. The chestnut haired teen ceased his voice and looked at the blue haired teen wipe away his tears as small sobs came out from his lips.
"H-Hey! A-Are you ok? Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it! I-I'm supposed to say sorry! I'm the one that bumped into you anyway! Hey! Stop crying!"
The blue haired teen wiped away all of his tears and suppressed his sobs as it finally ceased, replaced with small hiccups as his breathing gradually stabilizes. He shifted his gaze to meet a pair of hazelnut orbs. A small spark of interest ignited inside him as he stared at those hazelnut irises.
"I-Its okay. Its my fault too.. I was thinking about something, I didn't even notice that you were there. G-Gomen, ne?"
A small relieved sigh came from the chestnut haired teen's lips. A small smile graced his lips as he shoved a hand in front of the startled blue haired teen. His child-like figure gave an innocent aura, which made the blue haired teen blush at the sudden change. At that very moment, he thought he was a bipolar.
"The name's Yata! What's yours? By the way, our uniform's the same! You're enrolling Shizume High School too?"
The blue haired teen watched Yata's hand, referring to a handshake. He gulped and shook his hand hesitantly. He, once again, swallowed a huge knot in his throat as cold sweat developed in his temples.
"I'm... Fushimi Saruhiko. Yes, I go to Shizume High School... too. N-Nice to meet you, Y-Yata-san. Y-You can call me anything you want... really, mayb-"
"Saru."
"..."
"OK! SARU IT IS THEN! Let's go! We're gonna be late, Saru!"
Saru and Yata fastened their pace as they ran into the train station that takes every student body to one destination,
Shizume High School.
Along the journey, both teens kept silent. Not knowing what to say, they decided to say none. Yata, being the short-tempered person he is, suppressed the urge to launch a conversation with a stranger he just ran into. He wasn't the friendly type, neither was he a silent type. He enjoys beating people into pulps, but when it comes to silence, it has always pissed him to the core.
Silence means nothing. Silence means empty. Silence means boredom. Silence had never been something he could handle. But Yata isn't the talkative type either. It's confusing for others to understand him, but aside from that, Yata is pretty much fine with everything. He didn't even bother to make friends in the beginning. He's a carefree person as one may say.
As for Fushimi Saruhiko,
His life was pretty much depressing, lonely, and engulfed with silence. His shadow is the only thing he has as company. Never had he interacted with others unless its necessary and thus, people concluded that he was just the type of person who wants to be alone.
Nobody bothered to acknowledge his existence. Nobody cares.
Fushimi gripped his seat at the thought of his depressing life. A low growl came out from his lips, in which Yata didn't fail to notice. Fushimi kept his face as blank as possible, avoiding any eye contact , avoiding any unnecessary interactions, avoiding reality.
Yata watched his companion across him. A small spark of curiosity ignited within him, making the urge of launching a conversation bigger than it was before.
"Saru!"
The blue haired teen jumped at the sudden call out, stopping his train of thoughts. He looked up and saw a pair of hazelnut orbs, glinted with curiosity and annoyance. When it comes to confronting people, he would rather jump off an aeroplane.
"Y-Yes, Y-Yata-san?"
The chestnut haired teen stared at him. He slightly narrowed his eyes, in which Fushimi presumed he was deep in thought about something. This made him slightly nervous, thus making him blush a little. Yata immediately jerked back at Fushimi's sudden expression. He was confused, curious, and annoyed at the same time.
"What's up? You look so depressed! Lighten up already!"
Fushimi cringed at the sudden impact of Yata's knuckles with his shoulder. As one may say, it was known as a friendly nudge, but for Fushimi, it was a punch to him.
"Y-Yata-san, a-are you mad at m-me?"
"EH!? What makes you say that!? I'm over it man! Just deal with it! Its fine!"
"T-Then... w-why did you punch m-me?"
"... Eh?"
Yata took a moment to understand Fushimi's question, processing it in his mind, unable to comprehend what it meant. He looked at Fushimi, who's currently rubbing his shoulder as he cringed a little. He thought about it again and decided to answer :
"Punch what?"
A moment of silence fills the air. Fushimi sweatdropped at Yata's answer.
"... Y-Yata-san, y-you just punched me all the sudden on m-my shoulder.."
After a minute of pure silence, Yata's laughter broke it. He laughed so hard, it startled Fushimi.
"That wasn't a punch you idiot! That was like a... Friendly nudge thingy whatever! Hahahaa!"
Fushimi watched as Yata began to laugh harder and harder. He watched as Yata's hair fell onto his face gracefully, as his voice of laughters fills the air. He just noticed that Yata was actually a beautiful boy. His soft-looking chestnut hair, his pale pink lips, his perfectly white teeth, and his slighty tanned skin. He was... perfect.
After his laughter ceased, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of hazelnut orbs. Fushimi subconciously let out a small but genuine smile at the view before him. He can't help but smile at his hazel orbs that reflects such innocence and spirit.
Yata tilted his head aside in confusion at his companion's behaviour. He can't help but blush at the sight of his companion's smile. It held warmth, it was sincere, and it was a genuine smile. Yata immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere, not wanting to behave wrongly in front of his companion.
Fushimi's smile grew wider at Yata's reaction. He stared at his chestnut haired companion dreamily as he came to realize one thing...
I finally found the spark in my life.
Review please. Constructive criticism is ore than welcomed.
Should I continue?