Battle high: not your average high school
Battle
Kirai's past
Kirai glared at the ceiling. Another night of sleeplessness. This random insomnia was driving him crazy. He pulled on his hair, an annoyed habit. "I need sleep, dammit!" he yelled to himself. Nobody else woke up, the damned heavy sleepers. Kirai sighed and tried to think of something that would make him fall asleep. Eventually he did, but instead of a dream, he had more of a flashback.
~10 years ago~
"Kirai Shizukana! Get down here!"
Taiki gave his older brother a worried look. "Why's daddy mad?"
Kirai shook his head and stood up. "I probably did something dumb. Stay here okay?" he told him, lightly patting his head. He exited his room and descended down the stairs.
Despite his command, Taiki followed him down with a scared expression. "But you didn't do anything; you've been with me Kira."
Kirai rolled his eyes at his nickname. "I know but he might think I did something. And I told you to stay up there."
"But I don't want you to get hurt, Kira."
He gave his brother a sad smile. "I'm not gonna get hurt. Go back up okay? I'll be back I promise."
With tears threatening to break from his eyes, Taiki hurried back up the stairs. Kirai sighed and walked into the living room. 'He knows...,' he thought sadly. All the effort he'd given into making sure he didn't know about his father's punishment methods. Gone because Taiki was too smart to ignore every time he got a black eye.
"What did I do this time?" he asked, rather annoyed and knowing what would eventually happen.
"Your school called." Kirai's heart instantly stopped. "You got into another fight, did you?"
Not saying anything, Kirai glared at his father. He walked over to his son. "You broke his arm and his other wrist. How are you even strong enough to do that? You're freaking seven years old!"
"Maybe it's because I "practice" fighting with you," Kirai said bravely, not looking away.
About four milliseconds passed before a loud smack echoed through the room as Kirai was slapped across the face. "Don't you talk to me like that. They're making us pay the bill. Do you know how much money that is?"
Ignoring the stinging of his cheek, Kirai replied with, "They should really get insurance."
Another one, to the other cheek this time. Kirai closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Stop being so sarcastic! You're gonna pay for this, you hear me?"
Kirai kept his eyes closed and walked away, heading for the upstairs bathroom. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
He slammed the bathroom door behind him, shaking the wall, and locked it. Kirai tried to calm his breathing down but it wasn't working. He turned around and punched the wall, going right through it. He stood and stared at the hole, now realizing that he would have to pay for that too, and his father probably didn't mean with money.
Sighing angrily, Kirai looked at his reflection in the mirror. He examined his hair, with the red streaks placed randomly throughout it. Was hair this vibrantly red even natural? He'd never gotten it dyed. And what was wrong with his eyes? Red isn't normal, he knew that.
"I'm so different than them..," he whispered to himself.
He was a mess, with the two hand marks on both of his cheeks. No way he could go back into his room and expect Taiki not to ask him what had happened. So instead he opened the window and climbed out, careful not to break anything as he jumped from the second floor. Kirai walked around the streets of the city, stopping to look at the newspaper stand. He tilted his head at the title.
'Tsunami and Vortex strike again, Parents of little girl killed.'
Kirai looked at the picture of the girl. She was oddly familiar. He felt like he knew her from somewhere. He shook his head. No possible way that he could know her. Still, Kirai read more of the article. He didn't understand most of the words but he learned that she was only a year younger than him.
How could she survive without parents?
Then Kirai laughed and smiled at the picture of the girl. "I don't have any parents either. I just have monsters."
~Present~
Kirai woke up to another rock being thrown at him.
He sat up angrily. "What is it with you people and projectiles?" He looked to his side and saw Sora lying there, still asleep, and smiled.
Then he remembered something. He never paid his father back. With a laugh, Kirai went back to sleep.
