Whispers of many grouped around. A single word has never met other's ears from my lips and yet the rumors had already begun. "Delinquent." "Gang member" And my personal favorite, "Womanizer." Perhaps that last one may contain some truth. Wherever gone I've always had many girls surround me to suffocation. Not to my demand, just cause they thought it best; pleasant. Due to the quantity of girls I'd meet from day to day, I've come to find the only way to deal with them is by flirting and leaving them empty handed. It was cold, colder than my usual demeanor but something I had become accustom to.
An unintentional habit.
A foreign shoulder to shoulder greeting, rather, a rude meeting. "Oh look, the newly transfer student. You think you can walk the halls like they're yours?" Tall and lean was the blonde haired third year that spat out with disdain.
So it had started.
Surprising to think no one ever rumored trouble maker. A smirk playing across my lips, "How about you watch where you're going?" The third year's face grew sour and I awaited the rude introduction to who I really was, to what I have grown to be.
"What'd ya say?" His feet playing into a position I knew oh so well. I danced this type of music all the time. Balled up fist attempting to collide with my chin, a simple movement and I danced right to throw my greeting to the fellows stomach. People now gathering around to see what the new transfer student was capable of; gasping and rooting was heard all around like a stadium. A sound I was so fond of; almost nostalgic.
Simply taking a step back as the third year held himself, face red in embarrassment and anger. I merely shrugged and smirked. "What's going on here?" A booming voice coming from behind the swarm of people.
The voice bringing fear and hesitation to me, realization taking into place that it came from none other than the real gang member himself. Without a word, I decided to make for my escape only to be roughly grabbed by those damn big hands. An angry look painting his untainted face.
Perhaps these were his accomplices.
Whatever the reason I once again became angry with the simple matter of his hands on me. Shoving him off to walk away but failing to find that sweet escape. "What the hell is your problem?! Let me go. " Face turning sour once again, the fear crept up my spine.
Slightly opened lips, preparing for a scolding as if I retracted back to my youthful days. His hands letting me go making me hesitate in a way unknown to my own usual ways.
He tended the poor bastard who was lay holding his stomach.
Disgust.
Sighing and indulging myself to another square that lay between fingers, the sky concealing everything that was life. It dawned on me how something so simple could glow so heavenly, away from people much like myself, away from crime and hate. I frowned and let my lids take over my own sky.
In the far distance the school bell was heard...
I dreamt of a world where I can coincide with kind natured people, without the need to be alert and without the need of hate. But every time I turned and turned on that concrete floor of what was the rooftop, I would see him. He would ruin my sanctuary, my haven. His eyes always on me, always observing, like a hawk on a prey.
I was never one with fear, I was never one to cower down from it but something about that stern look that made me think and feel otherwise. It wasn't fear and it wasn't hate, but frustration.
As I turned one more time on that godforsaken rooftop the intensity of those eyes I tried to so very hard to escape began to grow more and more. No more havens and sanctuaries were seen behind those glorious lids of mine, instead there was nothing left, nothing divine.
Sitting rapidly fast, a chill overtook my frail body. The sky no longer blue but orange was shown over me as the sun began to take it's leave. I tried so very hard to recollect some of my recent memories to come up with a time and a place. How did this scenery come to place?
"Missing classes on your first day?" Frustration and anger once again began to take its seat within me. "I really wonder how someone like you even made it this far?"
To turn to look behind felt like such a burden but to not was to cower down. So I followed my instincts and turned to face the bastard that was part of the most dangerous groups of all of japan, I sucked in that disgusting fear that I was so foreign with and faced the real monster with hate.
