What was that song? Concrete Angel. He knew one. A beautiful, cold, hard-hearted angel. He wondered why Kyouya hided it. That his father ignored him, hit him.
Sometimes he'd come to school with bruises. He always came with a scowl. He got all the money in the world, but he never got any praise. When he got attention, it was to do a favor or he did something wrong.
He walked over to his black beauty and gave a grin. Here was Kyouya's dose of love and attention for the day, and he would be the one to give it.
I finally updated. I know, Kitty's been lazy and hasn't updated anything. I'm sorry. I have been doing some work on Masks and Truths, though. (If you are interested in seeing some of my work without a word limit, or if you like YuGiOh, you should go read it. And review it. I'd love you forever. No joke.) I already have the idea for the next chapter, though, so hopefully it won't take forever like this one did.
