Hello. This is just some side project from my main thing. Don't expect some philosophical stuff because I'm mainly just spouting BS. M for mental illness, drugs, and of course some sexy times. So into the deep bowels we go.
It's raining again.
Twilight town should be famous for its rain instead of its sunsets. One minute its a slight drizzle then Bam! its a fucking downpour. The gutters around the shops resemble arteries. They just keep flowing. By the amount of times it has rained, I'm surprised that the place hasn't been submerged into Atlantis. It is fitting for this town though, it's really depressing.
And maybe these little people in this little town could finally drown their miserable lives.
I have heard conspiracy theories how the town is actually built by some satanic worshippers and witches that the ground we walk on were sacrifices and shit. It's pretty amusing. Totally brings the tourist a run in for their money.
I would actually want to see a sacrifice happening. Bodies screaming as they burn into ashes. Their blood on my hands. Watching them suffer, and cry, and scream of agony.
…
What the fuck.
Don't mind me. It's just that weird part of my brain again.
I'm a psychopath. Well, at least I think I am.
Do psychopaths know that they're psychopaths? I don't know.
No, no.. I haven't killed anyone, but I have these nagging thoughts. The realisation that I can suddenly end someone's life. I know I won't do anything like that, but it's just a thought. I saw a show about it once, A criminal investigator who solves murder mysteries through thinking like the killer. It's pretty graphic, but I can't remember what's it called.
One might wonder how Roxas Strife could think like that. With all my life, I have been thinking about death. Ever since my mother (We were never close, so I don't have the right to call her 'mom' or any term of endearment.) had committed suicide. It wasn't a traumatic experience since I didn't remember much. I remember being called from school to be sent to the hospital. Her funeral wasn't memorable. It was all such a blur.
Honestly, I feel nothing towards my mother. If I did, it was a feeling you get from distant relatives you haven't seen for most of your life. It has gotten me thinking for so long, that I have to conclusion that my obsession with death had not started with the death of my mother. Something much more traumatic. And perhaps my brain has rejected that memory and stored it away in the deepest recesses of my mind.
Or to put bluntly, Maybe I was, after all, a terrible person.
"Yo, Roxas. My man!" Hayner yelled from across the hall. His hair a usual slicked back gel style. He looks up and down to my totally drenched uniform. "Damn, bro. You look like my cat after his bath."
"Eugh." I grunt at his comparison. He basically called me a wet pussy. "How's Bob?"
"Bob?"
"Your cat." I dump all my shit to my locker.
"Oh yeah!" He says brilliantly, "Bob is actually a girl. So I named it––"
"Olette?"
"Dude no. But that's a pretty good guess though."
"No you, idiot." I sigh. "Olette, my neighbour, is here."
The said girl came over to us. Her brown braids still perfectly intact, even her uniform was spotless and dry.
Wait, uniform?
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Olette blinked her green eyes. She raises an eyebrow at me. "Thanks for the warm welcome. Really appreciate it." She says dryly. I ignore her sass.
"Last time I checked, you were in some fancy boarding school in some other country."
"Hogwarts?" Hayner says excitedly. I ignore him.
She gives me flat look. "First off, it was in Hollow Bastion which isn't even that far and Secondly," she pauses. "It got burned down."
"Sorry, I guess." It's a shame. I could really tell she loved it there. But to be honest, I don't really…care.
"So you're in Radiant Gardens now, why are you in the boys building?" Hayner asks suddenly.
…That's actually a good question. "Why are you here? aren't you some priss goody two shoes?"
She blushes at this. "I-I'm not breaking any rules. I was asked to hand over some papers to the faculty." She gestures over the stack of papers on her hands.
"Ha, I knew you were too much of teacher's pet to do something like that." I snicker.
"I am not! I just don't like to cause any trouble." She defends hotly.
"I dare you to throw all theses papers in the air." I challenge. I smirk at her wide eyes.
"Y-you know what! Just so you could shut up." She throws all of them in the air. They scatter everywhere in the wide hallway.
"See. I could do it." She grins triumphantly. At the same exact time, the warning bell rings. Her eyes bulge out of their sockets.
I grin wickedly at her reaction, and I prepare to go to class. Gym is first anyways, I can change out of my wet attire.
"Oh wow. What a rebel." I stuck out a tongue at her which infuriates her more. "I'll go cry over my defeat in a corner somewhere."
"Damn you, Strife!"
I ignore her cries as I continue my trek to my class.
.
.
.
Somehow, I do not understand females.
Without my knowledge, I was actually a part of the top hottest guys in the entire school. I'm flattered, I really am, but this is just down right creepy. The Radiant Girls are such stalkers, hell, they can track you down faster than the CIA.
Holy shit, where the hell did they get those pictures?
That was a rhetorical question. Please don't answer that.
"Roxas Strife. He's the chairman's son, but he's the school's resident bad boy! He's cold, dark, and mysterious. He's a bit anti-social and depressing, though that totally makes him a dream boat!" Hayner reads out from the website.
I groan inwardly at the description. Seriously, Resident bad boy? that just made me shudder. "Who the fuck made this?"
"Dunno, she's anonymous." Hayner says, "But dude."
"What?"
"You're number three!" Hayne cries out, "I'm not even in the top twenty!" He whines.
I resist the urge to face palm. "It's just a dumb site."
"Well, Strife! This dumb site is also the reason why guys like you are so popular." He emphasises.
Guys like me?
Don't make me laugh, Hayner.
I can make you disappear.
"May I remind you that my family owns the school. Isn't that enough to be popular?"
"I didn't even know you owned school since.." He pauses, "Actually just a few minutes ago." He answers sheepishly.
"Oh my God."
"But for sure, bro. That permanent scowl thing has gotten you plenty with the ladies."
"That's just how I normally look."
"––And that you're kind of an asshole, ya knooow." He adds humorously, but suddenly widens his eyes. " Dude, watch––!"
I catch the flying ball before it hits me from the back of my head. The force of the ball is enough for me to wobble a bit since I wasn't exactly well-off in the upper arm section. I scan the area for the culprit.
"Yo, over here!" Sora yells from across the gym. A stupid grin plastered on his face.
God damn it.
I throw the ball half-heartedly, and Sora runs to catch it. His porcupine hair dancing around. He trips over himself on the ground with a loud thud. I don't bother to ask if he's alright. This guy has probably a eighteen lives left. It's not like I dislike the boy. The only feelings I have toward him are that of a dying ugly animal. Oh and that his friend, Kairi Lockhart, is hot as hell.
"R-Roxas!" He scrambles up. A mess of long limbs and gym shorts. "Uhm. How's it going?"
Tch.
"Great." Now scram, you porcupine. "Really, great."
The thing is I have no choice, but to be friends with him. His parents know my dad from way back. They even helped fund some stuff for the school, which I have to apparently play nice. Or else.
It's not like I care or anything. I just feel like being around Sora makes my IQ drop a fraction. Might as well entertain the boy. I'm just some minor character for him. After all, he is own superhero in some weird universe thats in is head.
Which, to be honest, isn't that much of a universe. It's pretty small.
I've had numerous instances that I tried dissecting Sora's head. I imagine cracking that spiky head of his, and unspooling his brain. His thoughts like brain juice, and I realised..
That was a waste of my fucking time, and I never want to do that again.
"Number two," Hayner whispers into my ear. I elbow his gut. He produces an awful sound, in which I am pleased to hear.
"So Roxas, we actually have a party going on tonight," He says. "And, uh, the guys wanted you to invite you."
As if he knew what I was going to say next, He quickly adds, "Xion's going to be there too."
Damn it!
Xion, the girl who I happened to like a lot, was unfortunately given the position as his twin sister. I know, how can someone be related to Sora and even share the same womb with him be normal?
Anyways, she's pretty fucking fantastic.
and hot, let's not forget that.
(Even if she is Sora's sister.)
"So what do you say?" Sora say cheekily, because damn. Hook, line, and sinker.
I could kill Sora with a hook. I could watch him hang from a dark ceiling, feel his blood tricker down onto ground, and—
Oops, sorry.
"Fine," I grumble. "This party be worth it, Gainsborough."
"It will, it will." He waves me off. He heads to the other side of the gym, going to go losing brace cells in some corner.
I look out into the window. It's almost winter. If Twilight town rains like this, then the snow will be as equally as bad. It snows so much, that I can just make an armada of snowmen in my backyard.
You know what, that will be my purpose in life.
I'll go make a horde of evil snowmen, and perhaps starts another cold war.
