A/N: I'm going to change the rating to M. I've been thinking of doing so for a while now, but a suggestion in the comments gave me the final push to do so.
"Today we have a new foreign exchange student from England. Please introduce yourself to the class." The teacher announces.
A skinny boy, with light yellow hair and a bandage over his left eye, faintly smiles and bows. He's short and looks a bit young for high school.
"Hello, everyone! My name is Oliver. Due to differences in our education system, I'm actually one year younger than all of you. I hope we can all get along well." He chirps in a high, smooth voice with a very slight accent.
"Kyaa! He's so cute!" A random girl squeals. The other idiotic females join in as well, immediately surrounding the boy with blushes and giggles. One, however, remains seated with glassy eyes staring at the ground. My fingers tighten around the glossy strands of her soft hair.
The midget boy has the audacity to sit right in front of her. He goes even further and turns around to face her. She looks up in surprise and blankly stares at him in response, her eyes drifting towards the bandage but quickly looking away.
"It's nice to meet you. What's your name?" He asks.
She fidgets. "…Kagamine Rin."
"Kagamine-san…" He begins. "Actually can I call you Rin-nee? Kagamine is quite a mouthful and my Japanese isn't that good." What bullshit. His linguistic skills are just fine. Just what does that pipsqueak think he's doing?!
"U-Um…Alright, Oliver…kun." She starts to smile, but glances my way and stops. He follows her gaze and looks at me for a few seconds before turning back to her.
"Rin-nee, will you be my friend?" He says. I sense my fingers spasm as he gazes at her with big, watery puppy dog eyes. Or should I say, eye. She happily nods in agreement and I feel a sharp flame erupt from my chest.
My nails dig into my palms so hard that a few drops of blood slide out and splash onto the white floor. I wonder if ten thousand is enough to make to school expel him. Perhaps another couple thousand to keep the legal system from retaliation when I burn down his house.
The piece of vermin sticks to my obedient doll like a piece of shrapnel deeply embedded into flesh. Carrying her books, constantly asking for help, and even daring to act cute. I watch them from secluded spot behind the lockers. My eyes fixate on them. Certain parts of my body won't stop twitching.
During lunch, her idiotic friends welcome him with airy smiles and equally airy brains. They chat about the most shallow, worthless things known to the modern world. Why must she insist on spending time with trash? I could take her to unimaginable places. They're all in my way. They deserve to be trampled down like the pesky weeds they are.
My hand squeezes the cheap carton of milk from the cafeteria so hard that it nearly bursts with pressure. White, creamy liquid squirts out of the opening and dribbles down my fingers. Slowly bringing it to my mouth, I carefully lick each finger clean. If only it was another liquid.
I glance at her flaxen hair swaying along with her giggling head from behind. I want to stroke it so bad, to claw my fingers through it and bury my face in it, to slowly rip out each and every strand for myself. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the strands saved from this morning. I lift them and deeply inhale its sweet, fruity scent.
Like an overly ripened fruit, my desire for her overflows and threatens to leak out of the thin skin barely containing it. How desperately I want to bite into the sinful fruit with her and allow its alluring juices to draw us in. Vivid fantasies overrun my imagination and I indulge in the alternate ending to what we started.
Then the little British brat leans in and whispers something in her ear. She laughs. I fume. This must not go on. I shall put an end to this connection between them once and for all. That bandage over his eye, I wonder what it covers. Perhaps I will tear it off, and then gouge out the other eye as well. Actually, I will sew his eyelids shut and slash an X over them. Forever brand those undeserving eyes and keep them from seeing her ever again.
When the bell rings, everyone stands up to get to class. I wait for the dense group of unnecessary to leave, then listen in on his conversation with my doll.
"Aw…my next class isn't with you." The gnat whines.
"It was really nice getting to know you, Oliver-kun. Let's have lunch together again tomorrow." She replies. Just where is she getting the nerve to say that? I suppose I didn't make myself clear enough about my thoughts on her interactions with others. This spoiled girl, her punishment will come next.
"See you later, Rin-nee!" He spews in a falsetto tone suitable for a young child.
As he rounds the corner, I grab the collar of his uniform and forcibly throw him into an empty classroom. I lock the door behind us and pull out my pocketknife. It's time to get carving.
"W-What do you want?" He trembles.
I step forward with a deadly gaze. "Stay away from Rin."
"H-Huh?" He backs up and nearly trips over a desk. "Who are you?"
Is it not obvious? I dash towards him and slam him hard into the cabinets at the back of the room. The frail child nearly faints.
"Her love. Now I think I'm going to have to help you keep your grubby hands away from her." My arm raises, poised with the knife and ready to strike him.
"W-Wait! Don't do this!" He yelps.
Too late. I bring my hand down and attempt to slash his face open.
His hand whips up and grabs my wrist in an excruciatingly tight lock. Something flickers in his face and he twists it, drawing me closer. The pain in my lower arm hardly registers in my mind as I growl in rage. So the kid is stronger than he looks? I've taken on worse. Far worse.
"You really don't want to do this." He mutters.
I use my other hand to yank away the bandage. It rips away easily with the amount of force I put in and falls to the ground. A pink, rough scar is spread over the entire area as if the skin with melting away. Any skin that is left curls up in jagged edges, bordering the old wound. His eye is still visible, though dead and dysfunctional surrounded by leathery flesh.
A chilling sensation runs down my spine and I freeze. Something isn't quite right. There is something hauntingly familiar about this boy. The hateful sneer he sends my way triggers a memory buried deep under the trauma that engulfs my childhood. Who is he?
"Remember me? I don't really give a shit if you do." He snaps. His high-pitched, girly voice suddenly drops an octave, dripping with animosity. My fingers tighten around the hilt of my knife.
My mouth goes dry and my body tenses, ready to fight. Instinctively, my feet shift into a more defensive position. There is another switchblade in my chest pocket. I slowly inch my hand towards it, waiting for an opportunity.
He clasps my other wrist, blocking my beeline. Now holding both of my arms, he meets my eyes with his. The side of his lip curls up in revulsion and he eyes me like a chunk of moldy bread. What an arrogant piece of garbage. He should know the difference in strength between us.
"Just remember this." The juvenile drawls. "I will punish you for an eternity, you bastard."