A/N: Short, but I opted for faster updates. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: The moshpit is for all to enjoy. Never intended to be violent, but everything's capable of stretching the limits.
The smell of everything breakfast pulled him from the last remnants of the dream world.
His body craved food, but his will wouldn't allow it.
He'd come to hate to eat.
"GOHAN!"
His usual demeanor returned, the coldness and cruelty manifest again at the start of a new day.
"Gohan?"
He'd come close to despising everything, including his brother.
"Leave, brat."
He could almost see the child wincing from under his blanket. He heard the gulp.
"Mom wants you."
He narrowed his stare at the blanket. He'd come to hate that woman as well. He heard the faint call from her. Growling loudly, causing his brother to scamper off, he threw his covers on the floor.
Screw school.
He had no desire for it, no will to do anything with his mind. He pulled the pants from the night on, bringing an over-sized burgundy shirt with the sign of death over his head. Leaning toward his nightstand, he grabbed his keys, spike-chained wallet, and his CD player.
He made his way out the door slamming it behind him.
He walked through the familiar halls, disgusted at the old pictures hanging. A reminder of what he did want to remember. He stuck his keys in his left pocket, checking the cash in his wallet and making a metal note to 'stop by' the bank later. He stuck that his other pocket, the chain hanging out.
His left hand reached out to the wall, grabbing a picture by its frame as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He opened the closet door as he reached the kitchen, throwing the family portrait mercilessly inside.
He turned, heading for the front door.
"Gohan! Aren't you gonna..."
The mother trailed off as her son slammed the heavy door in answer.
"I hope he goes to school today."
She was let alone, the sizzling of sausage the only thing keeping her from screaming.
Disclaimer: The moshpit is for all to enjoy. Never intended to be violent, but everything's capable of stretching the limits.
The smell of everything breakfast pulled him from the last remnants of the dream world.
His body craved food, but his will wouldn't allow it.
He'd come to hate to eat.
"GOHAN!"
His usual demeanor returned, the coldness and cruelty manifest again at the start of a new day.
"Gohan?"
He'd come close to despising everything, including his brother.
"Leave, brat."
He could almost see the child wincing from under his blanket. He heard the gulp.
"Mom wants you."
He narrowed his stare at the blanket. He'd come to hate that woman as well. He heard the faint call from her. Growling loudly, causing his brother to scamper off, he threw his covers on the floor.
Screw school.
He had no desire for it, no will to do anything with his mind. He pulled the pants from the night on, bringing an over-sized burgundy shirt with the sign of death over his head. Leaning toward his nightstand, he grabbed his keys, spike-chained wallet, and his CD player.
He made his way out the door slamming it behind him.
He walked through the familiar halls, disgusted at the old pictures hanging. A reminder of what he did want to remember. He stuck his keys in his left pocket, checking the cash in his wallet and making a metal note to 'stop by' the bank later. He stuck that his other pocket, the chain hanging out.
His left hand reached out to the wall, grabbing a picture by its frame as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He opened the closet door as he reached the kitchen, throwing the family portrait mercilessly inside.
He turned, heading for the front door.
"Gohan! Aren't you gonna..."
The mother trailed off as her son slammed the heavy door in answer.
"I hope he goes to school today."
She was let alone, the sizzling of sausage the only thing keeping her from screaming.