Obsession
Chapter Nine: Hurt
"Kuroda-san, would you read section 5 out loud to us?" Takanaka-sensei asked politely. Everyone in the room looked surprised, and not in a good way. Everyone, including me, knew that something very bad was going to happen.
"No."
Takanaka-sensei smiled a bit nervously. "Please, Kuroda-san. You don't usually participate with the class so this will be good for you!" she exclaimed with her uneasy smile.
Akashi glared at her with malice. "I said no," he snarled. I began to slide down in my seat; the hatred coming from Akashi's glare was too much for my back to handle.
With as much authority as she could muster, Takanaka-sensei ordered Akashi to stand out in the hall. Akashi got up and left without saying another word. I bet he was secretly hoping to get out of class. I would be happy to leave this boring place.
Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief. Akashi hadn't blown up and killed Takanaka-sensei.
"Murasaki-san, please read section 5 out loud," Takanaka-sensei asked. I stood up as I said a small "Hai."
The rest of class went smoothly, albeit a bit boringly. Soon it was lunch time and everyone was going on and on about how they thought Kuroda-san was going to go berserk and kill us all. Well, everyone except Kasai Shota.
He claimed he never thought Akashi was going to snap. No one really believed him; when Akashi said no to Takanaka-sensei Shota hid under his desk.
Shota laughed this tiny fact off.
With his bright blue eyes and blond hair, it was hard to imagine that he was Japanese. Shota always blamed his features on his American father who was a cop here in Japan.
Unfortunately his father died when he protected three children from a crazy guy with a gun. He was shot to death.
Shota's mother was a native Japanese woman who met the American cop. She died giving birth to Shota, so he never knew her. Shota lives alone, but Takanaka-sensei took it upon herself to look after him.
Since it was lunch time, Akashi could come back in to the classroom. Knowing this fact, I took out my bento and the one I made for him. I had decided that Akashi needed a full bento instead of just half. He was on the skinny side, if you know what I mean.
Noticing that Akashi never went back into the classroom, I wondered out into the hall to find him. When I did find him he wasn't alone.
"Akashi, this is the last straw! Don't you dare come inside of my home tonight! I don't want to see your pitiful face!" a large and angry man screamed to Akashi.
"Whatever," Akashi responded back without even glancing toward the man. The man seemed to explode at Akashi's response. With a low growl the man punched Akashi on the side of the face. The blow sent him flying to the ground.
With a cry I rushed forward and helped Akashi up. Once he was standing he pushed me off of his arm, glared at the man, and then walked away with a slight sway.
"Akashi," I managed out as I watched his retreating figure.
"Listen to me, girlie, don't get mixed up with that nut case. I don't care what blood tests tell you, he is not my son," the man barked out as he glared at the same figure I was watching.
"At least you're right about one thing; he is not your son. You are nothing to him," I whispered to the man before running after Akashi.
That stupid teacher called his father and his father was not a happy person. Not like he was happy in the first place.
Akashi knew that his father would come to school with a bright red face and an anger that would be unleashed upon him. However Akashi didn't care. His father was always in a bad mood.
Just as Akashi had predicted his father came in with an angry red face. "Akashi, you cretin, how dare you talk back to your teacher!"
Akashi rolled his eyes as he answered back. "I just said no to her. She can't make me do anything and neither can you, old man."
Ginta narrowed his eyes. "Akashi, this is the last straw! Don't you dare come inside of my home tonight! I don't want to see your pitiful face!" he screamed out.
Akashi responded with his usual "Whatever," expecting his father to walk away while muttering unkind things about him. However what Ginta did instead shocked him.
This force of his father's blow caused him to drop to the ground. His cheek was pounding and his lip was cut and bleeding where his tooth had caught it. In the back of his head Akashi heard a cry and footsteps racing toward him.
To say the image of Haru dropping down to help him was surprising was an understatement. The girl probably thought he was weak and couldn't take care of himself. Akashi didn't know why, but he didn't want to her to think that his father affected him. He wanted to look strong in her eyes.
He pushed Haru off of himself roughly and then gave his father a glare of death. Then he walked away from them both.
Walking away was something he was good at. It was something he did often. It was familiar where as his feelings were totally new to him.
He didn't like the feelings that were making their way into his body. They needed to get out. He only needed to feel alive. Nothing more, nothing less.
What was happening to him?
AN: Sorry for the slow and short update!
