Crimson Lines

Miroku wasn't your average teenager, his parents were both dead. They were assassanted when he was 6. And his step-parents hated him. Miroku step-parents were rich and moved alot, so moving was a normal occurance to him.

"MIROKU! We're moving you. So you better pack your fucking stuff." His step-parents had a habit of moving at least every 3 months.

"Whatever." Miroku sighed and swung his bangs in his face. Bullfuck, like he even unpacked his shit. He knew they would be moving soon, so he didn't even bother unpacking.

"Where are we moving this time?!"

"Tokyo."

Great. Exactly where he wanted to move. Good thing he was 16, 2 more years until he could move out. No more rules, no more fucking abuse.

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"We're here!" Miroku's step-mother sure was excitied about being here.

'PSh, whatever. We'll be moving soon.' Miroku thought cruely too himself.

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*2 days later*

"Miroku, we're going to enroll you into Chiodya High. "

"Wait.. what? I've always been homeschooled by Fumo sensei.."

"Are you talking back?" A fist slammed Miroku into a wall. "Useless bitch."

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'Great. I'm stuck at a school with other kids. I actually have to talk to people..' Miroku sighed. Groaning about shit wasn't exactly his nature, but he couldn't stand being around people. People asked questions and they're was alot of questions to ask about Miroku.
His black clothes, black eyeliner, and messy hair was sure to catch some attention. Miroku was almost posetive people were going to stereotype him. And he would have to wear a jacket or long sleeves around everybody. He couldn't risk them seeing his scars on his wrist.

Miroku walked slowly towards the high school. He looked at the huge sign "Welcome to Chiodya High School." He could've almost swore it said "Welcome to Hell."

Miroku reached the high school and walked in. It looked half-way decent. Atleast there wasn't any blood on the wall. Miroku slowly approached the principle's office and walked in.

'No use in running away now...' Miroku thought to himself.

"Ahhh. you must be the new student, i'm ." He held out his hand and Miroku stared at it like it was a dager.

"Uhmm.. I'm Miroku.. Where's my first class?" The principle finally cought on that Miroku wasn't going to shake his hand and put it down.

"Right this way." The principle started walking fastly down the hall. "This is the classroom. 1-A. Enjoy yourself."

Miroku walked in and everybody immediately stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

'Great, just what i want and need, attention..'

A/N: Yes, i'm new to writing story, i guess. C&C would be greatly appreciated. I'll try to have chapter 2 up by tomorrow.