THIS IS GETTING BORING

This boredom is killing me, and I have no intention of dying.

Each passing second is excruciatingly long as I live out this existence of mine that is as of now, purposeless. These people, so goddamned predictable all the time. They're all the same. They're all the same. There is never an element of surprise, they act exactly as expected as if they've already been told what to do and how to do it. If there is a God, then the purpose of his existence is to tell the people to do what I predict them to do in order to pain my existence. I need a break from this mundane. Humour me, surprise me, entertain me. Anything but being this same thing- even this predictability is getting way too predictable.

"Um.. Are you Hanamiya-san?"

I turn my attention to the voice addressing me and look at the dame who has presented herself in front of me. Amber eyes. Short brown hair.

Lack of eye contact. Continually touching her face. The question was a clear conversation starter, it's a crush.

"No. Hanamiya-san would be my father."

Blush. Look down and smile. Look up with expectant eyes and call me Hanamiya-kun. This is so fucking boring that my not being claustrophobic or afraid of the dark wouldn't be enough to save me from dying in this unmoving elevator.

"H.. Hanamiya-kun?"

There are different ways to deal with any situation. Every situation has a thousand ways to deal with if one is smart enough to find them and analyze them quickly enough. This being my area of expertise gives me a list of them. Only, I'm choosing the one I reserve for times like this.

"Yes. Looks like we're stuck here. You're not afraid are you?"

Team that up with a gentle expression and we have another blush on cue. It takes two minutes for the generator to kick in and with a little over a minute left.. Its time to do this.

"Isn't this such a happy coincidence that the elevator breaks down just when we're both alone in here? Its as if.. As if.. We were destined to get stuck like this, destined to see each other, talk to each other and…."

Wait for effect. There is really no use playing it careful. Reckless is how we must roll.

I place both hands on either side of her head, forcing her to look up. When she does I make sure my smile is the one to die for. The darkness and the cramped space should make this all the more cramped. Only, she looks at this as a moment of shared intimacy. They all do. Humans! Don't see things as it as. Always trying to see what they wish to see. Always trying to decipher something like its all the great unknown. Always, so goddamned predictable.

She has accepted it. She is expecting it. She draws a breath as I lower my face to hers, closing all gap between us- making it completely dark. I bring my lips to hers and exhale. I can hear her heart race, the blush cover her face, her legs grow weak and feel her freeze against me.

I then move my lips to her ear and speak, my breath tickling her ear and raising goosebumps all over.

"You are so predictable and boring, it takes everything I have to hold myself from puking. You think you're something? You're not. If you were, I would have taken interest in you and then destroyed you. But you, are not even worthy of that because you already are trash. I can't waste another second with your disgusting existence."

I pull back from her, those amber eyes shocked and wide. Too surprised to react at all with anything. I turn away and the elevator comes to life.

I admit that I use the same set of words and sentences to ward off such.. pathetic parasites but, I'm not to blame. They're all the same and they all do the exact same thing. Am I worried that word will get out? Not at all. Because there's only one primary emotion that she could be feeling right now. Shame.

So you see? This is an insanely boring existence. I long for a prey that I can look forward to destroy. To plot and for it to work seamlessly. To see eyes that will hold nothing but fear, which will soon turn into sorrow. To see tears fill in and slowly fall. Ah! They look so much like stuck little pearls that I so wish to collect. Here I am, ready to catch them. So God, give me the prey I so wish to pursue. When I have so chased it long enough, when I have so corrupted this fragile little thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, crawling, bucking being for my enjoyment and pleasure.. taking in everything that I dish out, at that moment. That is the moment when there is nothing more beautiful to me. That is the beauty my body, soul and my everything longs for.

So give me my prey so I can spin it a web and watch it dance. Because this boredom is killing me, and I have no intention of dying.

A/N : Hello! I have always found Hanamiya way too intriguing and this is an attempt to give him the love he deserves ;) This story will be slightly more than the usual romance in high school so, let me know what you think of the start!