Today is Thursday July 1st, 2010
I am back. I think.
My Paid Assassin chapter 15 is the same as it was a year ago. I think I'll have to publish chapter 15 in two parts, meaning that chapter 15 and chapter 16 will be the same…
Well enough about My Paid Assassin. Social Pressure it's going to be short, extreme (I think) and sad.
WARNING:Yaoi, language, things.
DISCLAIMER: Read the one from the first chapter.
Social Pressure
Chapter two: The Friendship Pursuer
"Well, if you excuse me, I have to be home before it gets dark."
"Go ahead."
"Have a good night."
Closing the door gently behind him, he headed to the first floor and then to the main hall.
Not many people are around at this time of day at school, only the ones who do extracurricular activities, some teachers, the janitors and the occasional parent.
Desperate to get out of the torture building they call school, he walked rapidly to his locker, grabbed his books and headed out of there.
"Almost sunset." He looked up at the orange-blue sky, took a deep breath and continued to walk.
Exactly a week has passed since he entered that school. His classmates haven't been warm towards him; the only ones that have actually talked to him have been Yami and Marik. Bakura refused to talk to him. Marik thought it wouldn't hurt him if they talked and he's still in one piece, so there was no harm done.
Seto was told by his homeroom teacher to go to the principal's office, they needed to talk. Once there he met with the principal, his homeroom teacher and the school's psychologist. And you guessed right. They inquired why Seto didn't have his ears anymore. Since the beginning he was uncomfortable and apprehensive about the subject, but at the end he got so frustrated about the psychologist trying to crack him up the he bluntly said. "When I was five my drunk father rapped me. My mother died a year later and I have been living with my grandparents on my mother side ever since 6. Well, if you excuse me, I have to be home before it gets dark."
They all just stared at him in shock. When he said all of those words his face had no real expression, not sadness, not sorrow, just a plain face that at some point made them regret ever asking him why he didn't have his ears.
Two blocks later he turned left, continued for two more blocks and there it was, his grandparents' humble home. It's a one story house with a porch, one bathroom, two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, a wide open back yard, a housewife grandma, a working grandpa, and a 17 year old boy. Well not a boy anymore, he is almost 18 and has a body and voice of a man.
"I'm home." He announced as went pass the kitchen and the living room and went to leave his bag in his room.
"Welcome back. I made mash potatoes, salad and chicken with vegetables. Your plate is in the microwave."
"Thanks ma'." Seto gave his grandmother a kiss and went to the kitchen for his plate.
Ma' is what he calls his grandmother and Pa' what he calls his grandfather. They have raised him almost all his life that he eventually ended up calling them like that.
While eating the spinach of his plate, he walked to the living room where her grandmother sat watching TV and cleaning her paintbrushes.
"Why are you so late? It's almost 6 o'clock."
"They wanted to talk to me about, you know what."
"Why do they always make you go through this?"
"I straightforward told them what happened. They didn't say anything and I left. Though I think the psychologist would want to talk to me in the future."
"My man." The grandmother kissed his grandson's head. "Have you made any friends?"
"There are these two guys that are somewhat perusing my friendship, but I still don't know them that well." He stuffed his mouth with the mash potatoes.
-o-o-o-
Thursday evening. Seto has enrolled in an extracurricular class: karate. He has been practicing karate for five years by now and decided that more practice wouldn't hurt him. He stays after school on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and goes to his other karate class on Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
In his way to his house, still in the same block as the school he heard someone running towards him. He stopped, turned around and the next second he was on the ground.
Yami saw him leaving the school and rapidly got his backpack ready and ran towards him with all his might. When he saw Seto stopping abruptly, he couldn't stop himself and ended up crashing against him.
Both men were on the ground, Yami on top of Seto.
"Could you get of off me? Unless you want to sexually harass me. In that case I'll beat you up."
"Sorry…" He stood up. "Could you be a little more of an asshole towards me?" Yami offered his hand to Seto.
"Yes." Without grabbing Yami's hand, he stood up and dusted himself off.
"I guess you can." He picked up both of their bags. "Here, yours."
"Hmph." He just snatched the bag from his hand.
"You say, Thank you."
"Whatever."
"This is why you don't make any friends. Someone gives you his hand and you grab his foot."
Seto just stood there looking at Yami with a expressionless face and Yami looked at Seto with a raised eye brow. As they stared Yami's ears began to twitch, this time because of the awkward ambiance between the two.
"They just moved." Seto said amazed.
"Yeah, they move a lot."
"That's not something I would know."
"Oh… Sorry."
"Anyways. See ya'." Seto turned around and continued to walk.
"Wait!" Yami caught up with him. "Umm… Why?"
"Why what?"
"Your ears."
Seto stopped and so did Yami. Seto looked down and then to his right where Yami's was standing. "That information is not essential for you to keep on living." He continued to walk and Yami tagged along.
"Okay then… What do you have in that big black bag?" Yami continued to ask Seto, just trying to make a conversation. He wanted to know more about Seto, but he doesn't answer and would say anything to avoid speaking to you.
"None of your business."
"Damn it, you're tough to get. How about-"
"No."
"You didn't even let me finish."
"Just shut up!" Seto stopped, tugged Yami's shirt and looked him directly in his eyes. "Every fucking day you're there, Seto! Hey Seto! Seto this, Seto that I had it with you! If it isn't anything important than just shut your trap and leave me alone! I don't need you friendship, I don't need anyone! I have lived my whole like this so I don't need you or anyone! Just get out of my-!"
He has gone too far. Yami had tears flowing down his cheeks, his blond ears were pulled back and his eyebrows were all wrinkled.
"With a simple, I don't want to be friend with you, was more than enough." Seto let go of Yami's shirt. "Sorry for being such a big bother to you… If you ever need me I'll still be there."
"Yami, I-"
"Bye."
He ran away from there, covering his face and wiping his tears, he headed towards his house.
-o-o-o-
'Hello?'
'It's me, Yami.'
'Oh, hi Yami. What's wrong? Your voice seems shaky.'
'Where are you right now?'
'At home. Why?'
'Can you come to mine for a while?'
'What happened?'
'I'll tell you everything when you're here.'
'Ok. I'll be right there.'
Bakura lives just a block away from Yami's house and every time Yami has an emotional breakdown he goes rushing to his house in aid. Bakura, Marik and Yami have known each other ever since elementary school; it would be difficult to find a thing they don't know about each other. They tell their friends every secret; they know what they like and what they dislike; their relationship with their parents, their life and things that's not necessary to a best friend to know, but they know it.
Ding dong.
"Yes?"
"Hi sir, is Yami home?"
"He's in his bedroom."
"Thank you." Bakura rushed to his bedroom, opened the door and at the sight of his friend sobbing in his bed, Bakura immediately closed the door and ran to hug him.
"Bakura… thank you for coming." Yami wept out those words.
He embraced his friend really tightly. "Not problem. You know, your father still scares the shit out of me."
"I know."
"So what happened?"
"Now I see what Marik meant with that."
"What are you talking about? What did Marik say to you?"
Yami grabbed Bakura's face with one of his hands. "He told me that you were in love with me."
"That bastard." Bakura muttered out mad.
"It's true isn't it?" He let go of his friend's face.
"Um…"
"Sorry Bakura." Yami looked down at Bakura's chest.
"Sorry?" Bakura's white ears moved to the sides.
"After school I found Seto walking to his house so I decided to talk to him and-"
Bakura interrupted knowing that Yami just avoided his question. "What do you mean with sorry?"
"And I pissed him off and he told me a lot of mean things…
Never did Yami answered Bakura's question.
My cat is cleaning himself in front of me as I write this.
This was Social Pressure chapter two. Hope you enjoyed and see you in the near future. I hope.
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