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On the corner of the street, stood Mistrene Callous, infamous as a freak, a menace, a threat, an outcast, too much to mention. People would avoid walking near him, let alone pass him. Strange fake rumors have been spread around and he knew someone, somewhere was laughing at the curse he has. His hands were replaced as fingers, a cruel fate some would say. Though to him, it wasn't that bad. Sure he can't hold anything properly without breaking it, but at least no living creature would come near him, a bother-free life.
Another rumor has spread about how savage and insensitive he used to be, and his curse was to represent it in a way. Well the dark teal haired boy couldn't agree more, for it was true about his past. People have feared him even before his curse. Those who stare at those sharp grayish-purple orbs are signing a one-way ticket to Hell. But despite his pride in being feared, a shunned part of him longed to be loved.
Unknown to the said freak, a tanned boy has been observing him, ears occupied with a pair of earphones. Eska leaned on one of the shops near the feared corner where the devil stood, eyes focusing on the braided boy who was currently examining his scissorhands. A thought suddenly popped up his mind as he looked at his curse, 'why am I like this?' Was it that Fate was trying to test me? Or was it from the curse of the local people who despises me? Or is it better for me to be avoided? Despicable? Feared?
It wasn't rare that from his prideful state can immediately change to a depressed one. He could only hurt those who come close to him, it was better off for him to be alone; was the mindset of the locals. Though there was one who didn't think that way, a boy who was much open-minded than most adults, a boy who could change people's view on something so unwanted.
The boy that will save him.
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As days passed on the spiky haired boy's observation, he found nothing much new. Pretty much just repetitive actions, but there was one thing that left him in sympathy; Mistre's tears. He sobbed quietly, curling up in a ball as people started to run away. It was more than just sad, being an outcast, being cursed, being feared, being despised, being lonely, being depressed, not being able to love, everything seemed endless to him.
As he returned to his sitting down position, wiping off the tears, a sight of a jeans was visible. His purple eyes looked up to see a tanned boy with dark blue spiky hair and black marks around his black orbs. It was something he least expected, a person actually coming to him, not even insects and animals dared to come close. "Aren't you afraid of me?" The dark teal haired boy asked in a raspy voice, threateningly showing his fingers to Eska, who had no response.
After the braided boy who sat a step back from the boy, the spiky haired boy surprisingly embraced him, as if slowly mending his shattered self. He had tears rolling down his cheeks, such an unexpectedly warm and welcoming move that stranger made. As he hugged back, his scissorhands slowly disappeared in thin air, not a single trace was seen. They stayed like that for a while, his grayish-purple orbs couldn't stop forming tears of joy, as he finally knew what it was like to love and be loved.
Eska didn't mind the awkward embracing, despite being so short-tempered all the time, he actually has a soft side on some occasions. And even though they barely know a thing about each other, they both can feel a relationship between them. I'll save you from yourself.
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This was supposed to be longer, and yes, it was rushed I'm sorry : I was supposed to write this in EsMis day which is either 9/11 or 11/9 but oh well : Oh, and this was inspired by Hatsune Miku's song, Scissorhands.
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