Disclaimer: Don't own WK..

Author Notes: Thank you sooooooo much for the reviews, I'll try to make this the best fic I wrote.. Major OOC as well as language, during the second part.

Rating: PG-13 +

Couples: Later on..

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"Back again are we? That 'family' of yours ditched you again, freak boy?" He sneered, stepping closer to the telekinetic.

"They didn't ditch me.. not like what your family did to you, Dawson." Nagi wanted nothing more then to wipe that grin off his face. He knew he could, too. Nothing could hold him back. Except for the words Brad had left a long time ago: 'Never use your powers, Nagi. They're a secret to the rest of mankind. If you get into fights, just use fists. They'll get the job done.'

The brunette sighed.. he had already missed the American. Or Mr. I-have-a-stick-up-my-ass-but-I'm-too-stubborn-to-see-or-feel-it, according to the German. Nagi's fists tightened, he was also about to attack the other boy, when a group of teenagers yelled, "What's going 'ere?"

"Nuttin, Clark." The auburn haired boy replied, to the oldest boy in the group. "Just saying 'hi' to the freak boy here."

Gritting his teeth, he could feel his suppressed powers rising at an alarming rate. He hated being called a freak. It wasn't his fault... for being born this way..

He looked towards the boy named Clark, somehow he looked familiar but Nagi couldn't quite put his finger on how he did. His face was as rugged as Dawson's, and something told the telekinetic that he was even stronger than him too... His hair was a dark brown and a red bandana was tied around his head. He had crooked teeth that would only match inhuman species. His right arm was tattooed with a dragon, while his left arm had a long gash that ran from below the shoulder joint to the elbow. Recognizing the deep cut, Nagi realized that he had met Clark before, but still he didn't know where or when. Slowly, Clark raised a fist.

"Well, well, well.. look what wind drag in. You know, I saw you before.. Nagi, was it? Heh heh. Don't worry we'll get acquainted soon. And this time, none of your stinking family will be in around 'ere, which makes it all the better. I'm glad that ditched your freak-show ass." Clark stood smiling, proud of his words.

"Don't be afraid..." he walked towards the younger boy. "I'm just getting started.. Na...gi.." His voice trailed off as he forced his lips on to the younger teen. Quickly pushing the older boy, Nagi wiped his mouth.

The kiss was wet and sloppy, it was like kissing dirt almost and that was hardly pleasant.

"Fine.. be that way." Clark said, tossing a rock up in the air and catching it. Nagi watched him continue the pattern. He knew what was going to happen of course. Eventually, that rock would come slicing through the air at him. It was only a matter of time.

The follow-through was almost in slow motion. As expected, Clark had thrown or had try to thrown the stone at the younger telekinetic. Watching his moves, Nagi was quick enough to dodge the mere toss.

However from the corner of his eye he could see Dawson and some of Clark's crew picking up rocks and throwing them all at him.

'Looks like I made friends already.' Nagi smiled, as he darted and ducked all the tossed stones. How foolish of them, in trying to throw just rocks at him. The teenager could easily dodge away. With his speed and strength, he would win.. with or without his powers.

"Look, the kid wants to play it the hard way." One of the people in the small crowd snickered.

Another replied, "Well, let's give him some fun. And then.. he'll wish he was hit by the rocks."

After the last comment, the group began to knock ever garbage can near them down. They grabbed all the filthy glass bottles and other sharp materials. Nagi looked around him, as each person had at least one sharp object to throw at him. Even his speed, he couldn't outrun them. Even if he dodged the bottles itself, once it hits the floor, the bottle will shatter into small sharp pieces.

Dawson threw the first bottle. The throw was short and the bottle had landed right in front of the young teenager. The bottle began to break into pieces. Soaring through the air like jagged crystals, the edges had swiftly slit into Nagi's skin. His hands mostly.. while he was trying protect his face.

Looking at the scars now incised on his hand, he could see slow trickling of red. The liquid began to roll downwards towards his forearm. Crimson tints now left their tracks on Nagi's arm.

Dawson smiled, as Clark and the others began positioning their toss. The telekinetic didn't have to think twice before his next action. Swiftly moving his legs, he ran. Once he started, he could see the others following behind. Dodging the many bottles in the air that were tossed by the group, Nagi jumped over ledges and fences. Anything to lose them off of his trail.

He knew his legs would give out sometime. He looked behind me. Pure nothing, except small trails of dust... they were gone. His knees shook as he couldn't bring himself to take another step. Falling to the dusty floor, the telekinetic rested for the time being.

'Good riddance...for now.'

A ditch laid just an inch behind him. It looked old and like it hasn't been touched in a long time. Slowly, Nagi crawled into the trench, and closed his eyes. He was tired beyond normal weariness. He could have probably slept and woke up a week later. But it would be too risky.. for they could come back. And if his guard was down, or he accidentally fell asleep.. his life is at stake.

Thinking of things to keep his mind awake and alert, Nagi's thoughts began to drift.. to the emotions that he kept inside long ago.

"Hiro.... You're part of the reason.. I am like this.. You're part of the reason.. why my identity no longer exists!... HIRO!"

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I had a friend. Well, for a while I did. It hurts too much thinking back to it now. He.. betrayed me.. I put all my faith in him.. I trusted him.. I believed in him.. and what does he do? He turns his fucking back on me. Pretends that he never knew I existed. What really hurt me the most was.. he kept on saying that he cared, that he'll always be there. What the fuck? Where's that offer now? Oh that's right it went down the fucking drain that's where it went.

*Flashback*

'Nagi.. I care about you. I really do. I care what happens to you. Don't shut me out....'

'Nagi.. I'll always be here....'

*End Flashback*

Sure you cared, cared so much you left me. What friendship that was. You don't give a fuck about me. You're just saying that to make me fucking feel better. Well, I'll tell you one thing. I DON'T.

I never have felt better. NEVER. What's the fucking point? Your words are just bullshit to me. When I think about those words... I wonder.. your words are here.. but you aren't. Don't shut me out? What the fuck? Does he expect he to tell me everything about me? Does he expect for me to EASILY say it, like it's nothing? It isn't.. it's what fucked up my life. Well a part of what totally screwed my world over.

Dammit! Hiro.. You don't care. Stop saying you do!

When you ditched me for other people.. I'm sure you cared a whole lot for me then. 2 words. FUCK YOU!

You said you'd always be there, you'd said that you'll help me and listen to me no matter what. What bullshit that was.

.. what you said.. were just words.. JUST WORDS.. they.. don't mean anything. They mean utter shit.. that's for sure. You even looked worried enough about me to get me fooled, didn't you?

When I needed you.. you weren't there.. when you said.. when you PROMISED you would..

Promises are crap. They mean nothing.. not anymore..

You were always with your other friends.. you started to befriend them.. and then.. you left me out.. you hung out with them.. always.. ALWAYS inviting them to parties, get-togethers.. social-outings.. fuck! Did you invite me? No way.. I know I could have just asked.. but what's the point.. your face would just scrunch up in annoyance and only invite me because you had to. I tried fitting in with you and the others.. but.. there was nothing I could say or do.... my actions.. just couldn't... they weren't noticeable enough..

And that's why I am unnoticed. And I started to grow apart from them.. from Hiro.. from everyone..

I don't even know why your words still linger in my mind.

If you cared... if you truly fucking cared for me, you'd help me.. You'd---- fuck.. I'm too weak.. Brad was right. I am a weakling.

But when people tell me.. that I seem to be left out. Or ask me.. why can't I go talk to them.. Words can describe it.. I get too emotional at that stage..

WHY? It's not because I fucking want to be alone!! Did I ask.. or was there some kind of paper taped behind my back asking: "Leave me alone!"??? Fuck NO!

I tried, I tried... I really fucking tried. I was forced to be a loner.. you hear that? FORCED.

When I tried to befriend others.... they don't.. contribute.. they don't.. help.. they don't care..

What fucking difference does it make... if I died or not? What difference would it make.. if.. I actually kept trying?

I'd probably be shot down a few more times... have a fucked up life like now. It all ends up this way.. no matter what I do....

After you left.. after I became completely shunned from society.. I did the only thing i could do.

I watched children play at a nearby park. Laughing and giggling. Being naive as they're suppose to be. That's not a bad thing, though. It's nice to get away.. from the grasp of life. They don't have to have the loneliness that's out there. Lurking behind buildings.. following you constantly.

Listening was another thing that I picked up. If I just stared at people all day, they'd be suspicious of me. So I would pay close attention to nearby conversations.

My life sucks... It really really blows..

Do you have any idea, whatsoever.. How the fuck it feels when the only interaction with peers you get is through listening and watching? Like.. the only way.. you can get close to someone.. is if you watch them.. observe their actions.. and listen to their words.. and their voice.

I'm so pathetic. I mean I know.. I can talk to them... I have the ability.. to do that. But once I'm near a person.. a radar goes off in my head.. wailing that if I talk to the person.. they're gonna reject me.. be scared.. run away... I hate ... being.. not able to.. just talk to them. I want to say something.. but.. my voice is never heard. Part of the reason I started to fade out.. from him and the group. My voice is either quiet or everyone's just fucking deaf.. or that they refuse to hear me. When I'm with them.. my voice is never heard. My opinions are valued as nothing.. my being, my whole physical existence to them is valued as meaningless. How do I say something when it's never going to be heard? What's the point?

I hate this...

I hate it all...

I.. I'm a shadow, to society. To the others. Why.. was I like this? All I ever do is constantly watch and listen... to everyone.. everything that surrounds me. I have no real identity. Therefore I am a shadow.

A shadow listens.. a shadow watches.. a shadow has no emotions... they are nothing but visible figments when the sun rises... Maybe I want to be a shadow after all. No emotions.. then I wouldn't have to spend so much time, thinking about this crap.

People only talk because they want something from you.. Borrowing, lending, wanting... What difference did all those words mean? They're all words.. fucking words. Words.. are pain. Words mean pain.

Maybe that's why I can't talk.

Who knows..

Maybe if I did.. I could... I would have ... had a better life... maybe..

They say if you shut yourself out.. and isolate yourself.. you miss out on a lot of things. But if you don't shut yourself... you're also vulnerable to getting hurt. If I didn't try to protect myself... maybe I could have made friends, get out of this hellhole a lot faster.. and then I wouldn't have had to live here for such a long period of time. I don't know..

FUCK..

I really.. don't know... My life must be pretty screwed since I'm.. thinking like this.. It's.. like I gone insane.. which I probably have...

... I am really tired.. so.. sleepy..... can't.. keep eyes.. open any longer.. maybe.. they won't find me..

I'm hiding in a ditch behind some.. ledge... and.. hey there's a chance they won't find me right? Why would they want a shadow like me around for?

Gonna sleep now..

Any.. second..

Footsteps trample as eyes stare. Approaching foots, and opening arms. Almost like finding treasure, they found him, instead. Crooked teeth smiles and whispers softly, "Nagi..."

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