The Lost Boy
Natsume scanned the world below him from the highest building in Alice Academy, his crimson eyes lowered to the grassy fields and the coveted Southern Forest. Blinking back fatigues, he crossed his arms over his head to allow more air flow, inhaling the distant smell of the mess hall a few yards away.
"J'étais un garçon perdu," He pronounced his impromptu song with a soft-spoken voice, the rain storm drowning out his voice. God, he was thankful for French classes… "Et personne ne savait, mais moi et moi-même."
And with that, he jumped. His ten-year old self could comprehend what the adrenaline was in battle-the surge to kill or maim- and he sighed so deeply as he resisted the air pushing into his torn bandages and sleeves. Bu this was different. He felt like he could fly, fly over the electric gates of his resolute prison. He remembered his father, reading him a European fairytale, where a boy did the same as he was doing.
Peter Pan…and the Lost Boys…
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Mikan blinked as everyone shuffled into the classroom, Narumi's lips pressed into a regretful scowl, eyes averting his student's gazes. Jinno frowned and slammed his hands on the front desk forcefully, hushing students with a firm and deadly wave of the baton he held in his right hand.
She blinked as she faced the front. Where did Natsume go? "We regret to inform you that…Mr. Hyuuga is no longer with us."
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Another short piece. I'll probably write more of these character themes for the others, too.