Wooo nine guys XD This is proving to be kind of hard since I'm at work most of the day, then I got to get home and write something that is actually good haha. And I do try to reply to reviews XD. Sorry if I haven't. Just to let you know you are all very much appreciated. Hugs. (: Anyways... Enjoy!!

Kai's Grotto: Twelve Shots

Nine: Ignorance

Your laugh reminds me of a hyena, in the most complementary way possible. Not that I think you sound like one... Rather that contagious sound, that doesn't stop ringing in your ears after you've heard it. Then you never stop hearing it.

I sit there, hand cupping my chin, as you dance around the classroom, like the clown you are. You pull Kenny up and dance around with him to the lame Christmas songs that actually, despite having heard them longer than I've heard your laugh, it's your noise that sends shivers down my spine. Not the thrill of hearing those carols, warning us the festive season is here.

For a moment, my ruby eyes fall on the unwrapped gift below me that you so jokily handed to me. I knew immediately, before I had even opened it, it was going to benefit you in a mockery way. I saw that look in your eyes- that dirty, hard, but certainly not cold, look you always give me when you're up to no good.

I had unwrapped it with ease, not at all surprised by it's contents- and you fell straight to the floor, tears rolling down your face, laughing excessively like the hyena at your own, daft joke.

I look away from the framed picture of you with such a silly pose, and out of the window- the snow is falling. Quite heavily. You see this and get all excited, as usual- and are the first one to run towards the door. But for some reason, you stop, and as all of the other kids rush past, you turn to me and smile, a look of offering shining on your face-

"You coming, Hil?"

I look at you as though you were stupid- a look that made your smile fall promptly, because I guess you know what I'm going to say- you know me too well. You know what buttons to press. You know what makes me tick. I guess that's how you came to give me a picture of yourself for Christmas.

You shake your head before I even answer, already knowing what I'm going to say- I turn you down and explain I'd rather stay inside in the warm. You call me a bore, a light insult I never take to heart anymore. In a flash you are outside, messing around with everyone else. Whereas I sit alone, at my desk, my eyes moving from the picture to the window.

I'm not sure if you'll ever realize it. Or if you even understand me. I guess I haven't been blunt enough- for you to give me a picture of yourself, suggests you have no idea how I feel.

Oh, Tyson.. If only you could see how perfect that present really is.

Oh, the angst! Lulz... Still really short... Suppose I better get off my hind and write longer ones... 8D