The school bell rings, effectively knocking me straight out of my memorable reverie and back into the boring workings of the pit of despair that some people feel fit to dub 'life' or 'reality'. Honestly, it takes most of my strength for me to pull myself out of the car and onto the sidewalk with my backpack strung over my shoulder.
I can be late, but I can't be too late. After all, a few of those more important and yet still incredibly unimportant people come at the untimely pace of a snail, and so arrive around ten minutes after school has officially started.
I'm already in the time where the more concerned popular kids start showing up for school, and I honestly don't want to bump into the latest of all of those people: Tsukiyomi Ikuto. So I head through the building, lost in a crowd, before noting a dark blue envelope obviously sticking out from within the only locker filled with mostly pale pink puke-colored paper.
Yes, I have seen puke that was pink. Trust me, it looked like that, and it was not a pretty sight… Right, continuing. Sorry, got off track there.
Anyway, I see the paper, but completely ignore it, only staring as the rest of the people I'm surrounded with stare and gasping as the rest of the people around me gasp. It's only right, after all, when you do the sort of dangerous things that I'm doing, like treating a popular person like a normal human being (How dare she! She should go die, alone!) or treating a popular person like they weren't a human being because, let's face it, they aren't.
Right, that's not because I'm biased or anything. No-siree. That's the cold hard truth.
The teacher sighs as I walk into the classroom late, again. "Why are you always late!" The teacher mumbles to herself before looking to the class. "Today, we will be continuing our discussion on…"
And I completely blank out, resigning myself to carefully doodling nothings on the side of my binder as any possibly important information that the teacher dares to present to us slips right out of my grasp and straight into the untouchable realm of useful things. It's not completely my fault, though, as I feel a glare pounding at my back for the whole class period.
I don't have to look back to know it's Rima-chan, but I do anyway. I look back and see her somewhat confused and playful and mad and glaring eyes staring back at me, a mix of all things paradoxical in one single glance.
I just show her a small smile before turning back to the front of the room, but not to the teacher. I feel her glare intensify to the point of nearly incinerating the whole entire school to nothingness, but I don't look back at her small face again for the rest of the class period.
A note from Rima then, I smile to myself, knowing that that would be the only reason that, not only was she scrutinizing me, but she was scrutinizing every other person in the class. So two to me, that's a new record!
~*In Science*~
Utau, Kukai, and I are forced to sit together for our project.
"I bet that I could beat you in anything," Kukai boasts as he looks at Utau out of the corner of his eye. He was smirking, though it looked like it was more of a poorly hidden full-out grin.
"I bet you'd lose in everything," Utau retorts, completely glaring at him (and that she doesn't try to hide). Yet, if you were to look closely enough (and I was, because I honestly had nothing better to do because science was being incredibly retarded and stupid and retarded and…) you would see that she was simply teasing the boy.
He rolls his eyes, turning to face Utau completely, "At least I'd still be before you," he shrugs.
Right, so how did we end up talking about something completely unrelated to the project (actually, them, cause I'm not talking) is pretty much the stupidest thing possible. Actually, they were debating on who I would sit with at lunch.
Me! I mean, why would anyone bother to argue about me? After all, I usually end up sitting alone at lunch anyway.
Anyway, they were arguing about me and my sitting habits, that they honestly never really cared to notice before, anyway, and suddenly got to arguing about who was better than the other.
"So, who do you want to sit with, Hinamori?" Suddenly, the both of them are staring at me expectantly, blinking innocently as if they hadn't just sprung the weirdest question on me. Yet, for some reason I knew that if I didn't answer I'd be flailed to death.
"And don't say no one, Amu," Utau fixes that murderous glare of hers onto me, and I know that she's not kidding.
I gulp. "Both of you?" I hide my stutter somewhat successfully, instead just awkwardly avoiding either of them as I look from side to side in an attempt to ignore both of them.
Utau laughs this loud and harsh laugh as Kukai just grins at me, "I'm holding you to that, Hinamori," he playfully hits my shoulder. He seems happy, but I'm not quite sure if it's about me sitting next to him or because Utau is going to sit next to me (who is, actually, sitting next to him).
As in (Gasp) they can talk at lunch today. Yes, amazing. I know. Actually, that makes me the useless third wheel that does nothing but get in the way and, occasionally, keeps everything from becoming a wreck of wheels on the road that is about to get run over by an oncoming train.
Needless to say, it sucks.
Suddenly, Utau is whispering in my ear, "And don't you dare think that I'm going to talk to him at all," she's glaring at me (seriously? What is with people today and glaring at me?).
But I just smile as the bell rings, marking the end of yet another useless day in science class. "Wouldn't dream of it," I smirk at her, noticing that it takes her just enough time for me to disappear for her to actually get that sarcasm was hidden within the confines of my words.
"Amu," I hear her groaning angrily before stomping off to her next class.
Ah, I love being an unimportant nobody with sarcasm.
~*Orchestra*~
I had such an amazing time in science class that I completely forget about my being grouped with the most intolerable excuses for civilized beings.
The only one there when I enter the room is Tadase.
"You're Hinamori Amu, right?" He nods at me, lifting up an arm as though to shake my hand thoughtfully.
A few years ago, my face would've flushed, but not now. Instead, I just raise an eyebrow and scoff. "You're Tadase, right?" I ask him, even though nearly everyone in the school knows his name.
He successfully ignores my apparent 'attitude problem' as he just smiles and nods at me before raking his eyes over the crowd of people before nodding and waving at Saaya.
I sigh, pulling myself onto a chair and trying to fall asleep.
"Yo," someone whispers into my ear before biting down abruptly. I nearly screech, though manage to refrain myself from doing so as I turn to glare at him.
"Tsukiyomi," I narrow my eyes at him before turning to look for the only partially sane one of our group, Nagihiko.
Who has yet to come.
…
Two minutes later…
Three minutes later…
The bell rings, and still no Nagihiko in sight.
"So, it looks like just the three of us?" Ikuto looks around as though searching for the missing boy before shrugging his shoulders and falling onto a chair to sit on.
"We're going to choose a piece today!" The kingly boy announces, as though by some strange twist of fate he'd managed to achieve a place of standing in our small group of four.
I respond by looking at him, bored, and Ikuto simply ends up putting his feet on my lap.
Needless to say, I push his feet off.
"I said, we're going to pick a piece today," Tadase repeats angrily, although he doesn't get any rise out of the two other people of our group.
"Are either of you listening to me?" He growls, asking us what seems like a stupid question to me.
Why? Because the only way he'd possibly get an answer from either of us is if we were listening to him and, honestly, I doubt either of us would or would admit to be paying attention.
Suddenly, he starts mumbling to himself about 'picking a piece for us' himself before he stalks off to some other place where we don't have to even pretend to pay attention to him.
Honestly, I don't get how he could possibly be popular.
"So, Hinamori Amu?" The voice is deep, husky, and playful. I turn to stare at the blue-haired speaker as he places one elbow on his knee and the attached hand under his chin. He's looking at me as though not really expecting an answer, rather as though he was merely trying to annoy me with his incessant stare.
"So, freaking jerk?" I retort, looking away from him with a pout.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I can hear the careful confusion that he'd tried to hide dancing beneath his tone, but I don't turn around to stare at him. I know I'm only getting my hopes up. Sometimes, I wonder if he's missing me somehow, as though a part of him was missing.
Then I snap myself out of it. Life isn't a fairy tale, and there is no such thing as a happy ending. Someone, the evil witch or the bad guy or that innocent casualty that was just trash for someone else to throw away, always loses in the end.
I've lived my life being that person, I doubt that it's about to change.
So I shake my head, because I have nothing to lose anymore from lying. Actually, the only way for me to lose something is by telling the truth. "Never seen you outside of school."
I know him well enough to know that he's tilting his head a little to the right, not moving from his position, without even turning my head to stare at him. I know him well enough to be able to tell you that he's Tsukiyomi Ikuto and, as such a freaking perverted and stubborn freak, he would never let anything allow him to lose himself.
Oh, funny. I know, it seems weird, but he used to say I'm a part of him. Amazingly hilarious, right? I hardly am enough to be me, let alone a part of him.
"Really?" He moves to stand in front of me, that annoying smirk spread straight across his face as I just sit there with a bored expression on my face. We sit there, having some sort of glaring/looking/boring contest.
"So, I chose a son-" Tadase comes running over to us before looking between the two of us in slight confusion.
I break away from Tsukiyomi's contest before I look to him. "Right, thanks," I tell him, even though I honestly couldn't care less about whatever type of whatever useless things he'd chosen for the two of us.
Before he can tell us what the song is, however, the bell rings, marking the abrupt end of yet another day of the most boring school known to anyone without a brain, and a few who actually do have brains but are forced to come here anyway.
Okay, so I didn't actually do Yaya and Tadase yet… but I'll have them eventually. I just thought that some of you wonderful people would be getting incredibly bored because of the retarded reality that is my flashbacks and overall writing.
So yes, they will be here soon (maybe tomorrow) but not now. Nope, nope, nope.
Right, so… I told you guys at chapter five that I'd be writing letters for you guys if you wanted, right? So… here they are!
Dear Kasuri Momoki, (For X-Leavitt-x-Amber-X)
Psst, I know where you live.
Well, actually, no, no I don't. In fact, I couldn't care less where you live. I don't even think you care where you live or where your locker is or anything is the like.
Imagine! The only way for me to get this letter to you was by putting it where Ikuto would see it. I mean, imagine the horror of me having to sink down to your letter and stalk a stalker. I mean, who does that? People with no lives, that's who.
Actually, I have no life, so it's actually a rather accurate assumption on my part. In fact, the only way for someone the lead an even more pitiful existence than me is if there were to stalk a stalker who was already stalking a stalker. I mean, how many people do that? None, that's who.
So, it stands to reason that I am the most pitiful excuse for a 'nobody important' ever to dare to ignore the laws of importance, instead just going on with life with the façade of a normal human being, while I am actually an alien from some unimportant planet in the never-before-seen confines of the useless universe. Which I'm not, but I had to put that somewhere to confuse you.
Actually, I put that in to scare you. Is it working? No? Yes? It should be working; actually it should be down-right freaking you out by now. I heard that you were a funny person like that, easy to freak out. I used to have a friend like that.
She's dead now.
…
…
Okay, funny story, right? No, she's alive. She's just almost as pitiful as I am (which is saying something) and someone completely ignorant even of my existence. I mean, this girl no longer knows that I exist.
Right, off topic. Sorry.
Well, the way I see it, you're going to completely freak over this letter before throwing a fit and beginning to PMS every single day (which I've always thought was impossible, yet somehow I think you'll manage) without fail.
I mean, what a b-right young jerk? (Sorry, I don't feel the need to sink down to your level, so I'll just compliment you… in a rather demeaning matter. Yes, that's what I do for a living, not that I have a living. Maybe a dying… or a…).
Yeah, you're a freak. Almost as much of a freak as the rest of the school. Needless to say, I think you fit in perfectly with the rest of society, which is made up of the least endearing people thrown together in a box of inedible cookies and then starved nearly to death with only spinach to eat (which, for the record, they as a group did not like).
Needless to say, everyone here is almost as much of a loser as you. Almost. Because, you see, everyone is a jerk except for those rare people who are weaker than the rest, and so they get more help. You, however, are just a freaking loser who is too out-of-touch from reality to realize anything.
Right, bye.
The Broken (Stalker)
Thanks for the review and the character ;)
Dear Mizuki, (Thanks to RandomBeats! Your reviews make me laugh ;))
Hello stereotype. Or asian. Or smart person. Or whatever. So, I saw you yesterday at school. You were all hyped up on sweets before you turned all serious on everyone before snapping out of it when you made someone pout.
I mean, bipolar much? Wow, wondrously different depending on situations.
Wait, that's everyone, isn't it. Never mind, you aren't too special.
I mean, hello? Intelegente? Like, you know, everyone else. Excuse my sarcasm, but here comes the reality of the matter, which is that you frankly aren't much of a somebody. Yet, here comes the difference from me, because you aren't a nobody either. Frankly, you aren't an anything. Except, maybe, a flipping outlier to reality.
I mean, caring too? Sheesh! I've met a few people like that, you know, and yet all the caring personality was buried under a shell of uncaring protection that I hardly ever found the indecency to peek beneath.
The question is: do you see this thing too?
The Broken (Reality)
Thanks for the reviews!
Dear Xanida, (Thanks to Starlightmint72, read her story, yeh?)
Well, looky here it's little miss 'I'm so pitiful!'
News flash, sometimes it's an absence that makes the joy. It's a sort of 'pick your poison' sort of thing. If you've lived like something all your life without something or with something, you are going to reach for it with all of you being.
And still, you're little-miss perfect. Still, you're who everyone wants to be. Still, you outshine all else and push the people who were clinging to their last sense of light and reality into the pitch black ending of darkness, and so you can't see anything else.
Instead, you sap this pitiful feelings out of them, sap their dreams and hopes and the likes, and use it to make yourself feel human or perfect for a moment. The truth is, you're not perfect and you're only as real as you make yourself. Still, you try to white out these feelings.
Lies. Liar. Lies. Lies for the liar. Don't you think it's cheating, to feel yourself dipping farther and farther into self-pity before you finally crash into these bad feelings and crack, you crack, under the pressure.
You can have anything you want, yet you want nothing. Where's your childish spirit? Where's the idea that you're not perfect, or your life has problems, or you don't know what to do. Here it is, and you've got no dreams, and people can see this. People can sense this like animals sense fear, and you find comfort in this? You find comfort in the pitiful feelings that creep up on you?
Oh, to be pity itself is a problem, my dear. You've got some major issues.
The Broken (Humanity)
Dear Jade… just Jade, (Thanks to alex culten)
Well, hi person who doesn't even know or just doesn't want to say their own last name. Hi, much? I've heard about you.
And I understand how you'd get easily angered when you're related to that freakish cousin of yours. Tsu~ki~yo~mi.
Gosh, what a freak!
Oh, right. This isn't about him, though. It's about you! You and your problems! You and your problems of everything.
Here's the truth: you're short! :)
I don't know if you take that offensively, but the truth hurts sometimes, and here's the truth. Does it hurt? Are you going to go throw a fit at me?
Now?
Later?
No?
Good, cause I wasn't about to listen at all anyway. Right, goodbye before you actually get that I'm here so that I can run away without problem.
Right! So long! I don't have the money to pay for minor (or major, for that matter) physical damage. Right, so bye. Adios.
The Broken (Trickster)
Here it is! Thanks for all of the reviews, all! 129! :) If I forget to answer questions, don't be afraid to repost them, I won't be mad or anything! Sorry about all of my late updates, btw. . . Track started!
KYA! My abs hurt! D: iSad.
Anyway, will update soon!