SPROUT ME WINGS
right, chapter four. May you note that I'll be throwing a party when I reach chapter 5...and when I figure out how ichi-kun and hichichi get together. So enjoy.
If he could escape this life, where would he go? The wings he had were nothing but paper, and even those were broken and bent. He couldn't depend on anybody, he just wanted to fly.
"You're always drawing wings and angels." Ichigo said, eyes trained on the paper. "Do you wanna try flying or something?"
"I would if I could, and I want to." Hichigo answered, drawing a delicate feather falling from the sky into the hands of a girl.
"Where would you fly?"
"Away. far, far away." he tried not to blush when he saw Ichigo's hand brushing across a scar on his drawing hand. Ichigo's fingers were gentle, as if he was thinking that the scar would still hurt.
And maybe it did.
"Would you take me with you?"
Hichigo smiled. A big wide grin that looked half insane. "Only if you grow wings too." life wasn't any better, now that he had Ichigo. maybe some people stayed away from him, left him alone because he was Ichigo's friend. But that didn't happen often.
"GIVE IT BACK!" Hichigo shouted. He hated that he was so thin. Not weak, just thin. He was being held against the wall by one of his more frequent tormentors, his notebook held up over his head. "DAMN YOU, FUCKING BASTARDS! GIVE IT BACK!" he knew people heard him. They were in the halls, people were all around them. He knew people saw, but nobody did any thing about it.
He managed to wrench free from the grip, but he was pushed back roughly into the wall. A small gasp of pain escaped his throat and a cut from last night ripped open. Blood seeped through his white school uniform. The group of bullies stopped laughing, taking in how serious the blood was. "How the hell did that happen? I didn't do anything to him I swear!" Hichigo grabbed the book away from him, running down the hall into the washroom.
He stopped the bleeding on his chest with tissue, washing his shirt out before the blood set.
His wings were bent and broken, if he had any at all. He just wanted to leave. Everyone here hated him. So his eyes and hair were abnormal, so he never talked to anyone and drew in his notebook all day. What was wrong with that?!
He wanted to fly.
When he returned to class, his clothes sopping wet, he sat down at his desk, taking out a pencil.
First he drew a man pulling a wing out of his back. Then an angel leaping gracefully from a building. When he was done, he wrote a poem.
"That blue sky
that I long to return to
was I even there?
The blue sky
where my home his.
Let me back.
My wings are sore and broken
my body is beaten and cold.
I can't make it there.
Please go for me?
That blue sky.
Go there for me."
He shoved the note book under Ichigo's nose at break time, face set with all thr fury he had felt all day, even though he had released it onto paper. Ichigo looked at him, then the notebook. "Did something happen?" He asked, taking the notebook. Hichigo said nothing, just watched Ichigo read. When Ichigo was finished, he set the book down and sighed. He stayed like that for a moment, before looking up and smiling. He looked like the devil's child.
"If you're going to fly away. Take me with you."
Hichigo sat back at his deck, released a sigh of his own, rest his head on his arms. "Only if you grow your own wings."
"Then we can return home together." Hichigo realized he was quoting a part of his poem, and he smiled that Ichigo even cared enough to remember it.
"Yea..."
/sprout me wings, let me escape/
OWARI
so so. Chapter four. Yersh! I know what's gonna happen in chapter five. I know what ur thinking 'shouldn't you know what's gonna happen?' well, not with this story! Anyway! Review! Hee hee! I've got a party to throw! that poem is mine by the way. take it without permission and you better believe there will be a scrap.
