Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss
I have been writing poems so this is the first story I have written in a while, and since I am not to good at writing stories I might not continue it. I am just trying it out.
The butterfly, beautiful, no one can say otherwise, gliding through the air, not being judged, vibrant colors mix in the perfect melody, but one broken wing can cause it to fall, no longer can the butterfly swim in the sky, it is now different, not the same, but it's beauty is still there, only it can not be seen, because all that they can see is the rip, covering up that rare beauty the butterfly once had.
He was a butterfly with a rip. He was only seen for the bad things in him, not the good. He was never to be loved, never to have anyone to care for him. He was different from the rest, and thats all people saw. They would never know anything about him, they didn't need to. All they knew was he was in a wheel chair, and the beauty he had they would never find out.
Ken hated school. Everyone stared at him, like he had done something wrong. He pushed harder on the wheels trying to get away from the eyes, the points, the giggles. Someone grabbing on to the back of his wheel chair brought him to a sudden stop causing him to jolt forwards. Ken tried to get away but it didn't work. He had no choice but to sit there helplessly, looking at his hands in his lap.
"Hey kid. Why'd you stop?" A boy in school, whose name was Schuldich, asked holding onto the back of his wheel chair asked as if he didn't know. Ken didn't say anything. Just sat there waiting for the him to leave. "Kid! Your in my way! Move!" Schuldich demanded still holding on to his chair, knowing Ken couldn't move. Why did people insist on making fun of him just because he was in a wheel chair? Schuldich's friends began to laugh. At this point Ken was very close to tears, but he should be used to it by name, this kind of thing happened about twice a week.
"Let. Him. Go." Ken looked up to see Ran, a boy he has never met, but he knew his name from listening to people talk in the hallways. Ran was glaring at Schuldich, who only smirked in return.
"Aw. Standing up for your boyfriend? How cute." Schuldich answered, causing his friends once again to laugh. Ken looked at Ran with a 'you-don't-have- to-do-this' look, but Ran just looked back up at Schuldich. Ken looked back down at his hands.
"That would be none of your business now would it? I recommend you get off him now." The harshness of his words towards Schuldich made Ken a little afraid.
"Oh, I am so scared! What are you gonna do? Get your boyfriend to run me over?" The redheaded bully asked Ran. In the next second Ken heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a cry of pain. He turned his head to see Schuldich sitting on the floor holding his face and Ran standing over him with his fist at his side.
"I told you to let go." Ran said then turned around to look at Ken. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice alot less cold then it had been towards Schuldich. Ken opened his mouth to speak but was speechless. Ran had hit Schuldich for being mean to Ken. He just nodded. "I'll take you to your class." He told Ken then began to walk next to him as he wheeled off. Ran threw a glare over his shoulder at Schuldich. They walked down the long hallway in silence to Ken's class.
"Why?" Ken whispered he himself almost didn't hear it.
"Why what?" Ran asked very confused at the silent brunettes question.
"Why...did you help me?" Ken asked not looking up at from his lap. Ran gently placed a finger under Ken's chin and lifted it up to look into his eyes.
"You don't deserve it." Then Ran turned and walked away, Ken staring at his back until he was no longer in his sight.
He was a butterfly with a rip. He was only seen for the bad things in him, not the good. He was never to be loved, never to have anyone to care for him, until today.
I have been writing poems so this is the first story I have written in a while, and since I am not to good at writing stories I might not continue it. I am just trying it out.
The butterfly, beautiful, no one can say otherwise, gliding through the air, not being judged, vibrant colors mix in the perfect melody, but one broken wing can cause it to fall, no longer can the butterfly swim in the sky, it is now different, not the same, but it's beauty is still there, only it can not be seen, because all that they can see is the rip, covering up that rare beauty the butterfly once had.
He was a butterfly with a rip. He was only seen for the bad things in him, not the good. He was never to be loved, never to have anyone to care for him. He was different from the rest, and thats all people saw. They would never know anything about him, they didn't need to. All they knew was he was in a wheel chair, and the beauty he had they would never find out.
Ken hated school. Everyone stared at him, like he had done something wrong. He pushed harder on the wheels trying to get away from the eyes, the points, the giggles. Someone grabbing on to the back of his wheel chair brought him to a sudden stop causing him to jolt forwards. Ken tried to get away but it didn't work. He had no choice but to sit there helplessly, looking at his hands in his lap.
"Hey kid. Why'd you stop?" A boy in school, whose name was Schuldich, asked holding onto the back of his wheel chair asked as if he didn't know. Ken didn't say anything. Just sat there waiting for the him to leave. "Kid! Your in my way! Move!" Schuldich demanded still holding on to his chair, knowing Ken couldn't move. Why did people insist on making fun of him just because he was in a wheel chair? Schuldich's friends began to laugh. At this point Ken was very close to tears, but he should be used to it by name, this kind of thing happened about twice a week.
"Let. Him. Go." Ken looked up to see Ran, a boy he has never met, but he knew his name from listening to people talk in the hallways. Ran was glaring at Schuldich, who only smirked in return.
"Aw. Standing up for your boyfriend? How cute." Schuldich answered, causing his friends once again to laugh. Ken looked at Ran with a 'you-don't-have- to-do-this' look, but Ran just looked back up at Schuldich. Ken looked back down at his hands.
"That would be none of your business now would it? I recommend you get off him now." The harshness of his words towards Schuldich made Ken a little afraid.
"Oh, I am so scared! What are you gonna do? Get your boyfriend to run me over?" The redheaded bully asked Ran. In the next second Ken heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a cry of pain. He turned his head to see Schuldich sitting on the floor holding his face and Ran standing over him with his fist at his side.
"I told you to let go." Ran said then turned around to look at Ken. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice alot less cold then it had been towards Schuldich. Ken opened his mouth to speak but was speechless. Ran had hit Schuldich for being mean to Ken. He just nodded. "I'll take you to your class." He told Ken then began to walk next to him as he wheeled off. Ran threw a glare over his shoulder at Schuldich. They walked down the long hallway in silence to Ken's class.
"Why?" Ken whispered he himself almost didn't hear it.
"Why what?" Ran asked very confused at the silent brunettes question.
"Why...did you help me?" Ken asked not looking up at from his lap. Ran gently placed a finger under Ken's chin and lifted it up to look into his eyes.
"You don't deserve it." Then Ran turned and walked away, Ken staring at his back until he was no longer in his sight.
He was a butterfly with a rip. He was only seen for the bad things in him, not the good. He was never to be loved, never to have anyone to care for him, until today.