This is a Malora fic, obviously. It is the spawn of my boredom and
probably won't be updated frequently because I have a million other fics I
need to finish on ff.net as well as class work. But I will work on it when
I can. There will be spoilers, random stuff from my skewed imagination,
and theories that other people have come up with that will be hinted at.
See if you can spot them. There's no yaoi..yet.and there may not be. But
I am a fan of angst, and of course there'll be some violence.
Please enjoy!
Their voices still echoed in his mind.
The useless shouldn't be allowed to live.
What did I do to deserve a son like him?
He's such a retard; I can't believe we put up with him.
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to block them out, trying in vain to forget. He opened them again, the pale blue orbs staring at everything and nothing at all as he slowly drew the blade across his flesh.
You can't see, you can barely speak properly. You're only alive
because of your mother's pity. I wonder how much longer you'll be
allowed to last.
He closed his eyes again, listening to the drops of blood hitting the floor. There was no point. They were right. He knew they were right. He leaned back, listening to his heartbeat grow slower.
.doki.doki...doki.....doki.....
He sighed contently and smiled.
.......no more.
Mayura sighed and stared out the window. She really didn't want to be at school, especially after the wired storm the night before. It was a mysterious storm, of that she was sure. What else could explain it? It had been a clear night, not a cloud in the sky, and suddenly there was thunder and lightning and rain; it had kept her up most of the night. And it had ended just as suddenly as it had started, and the sky had been clear when it was over.
She turned her attention back to class when the teacher entered followed by a boy wearing red tinted glasses. He was also carrying a cane.
Had Mayura looked behind her, she would have seen Narugami blanche.
"Class," sensei began. "We have a new transfer student starting today." She gently touched the boy's shoulder.
"I'm Kuruyami Yuki," he stated simply. Even in the briefness of his introduction Mayura heard the strange accent. Some of his sounds were strange, almost omitted.
Sensei led him to an empty desk between her and Narugami, who paled even more. From his seat a row away, Koutaru raised an eyebrow.
"Now," sensei continued. "If you would take your history books out, we're going to start reading aloud, both for the benefit of other students," her eyes flicked toward Yuki, "and because it helps you retain information. Please turn to page 187, if Daidoji would begin.."
Mayura sighed. She would much rather be investigating that storm.
So, that's the first part. It's fun, ne? You can probably guess what's going on. Feel free to send suggestions, comments, flames (which are good for marshmallows) and speculations. I love watching people guess.
Please enjoy!
Their voices still echoed in his mind.
The useless shouldn't be allowed to live.
What did I do to deserve a son like him?
He's such a retard; I can't believe we put up with him.
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to block them out, trying in vain to forget. He opened them again, the pale blue orbs staring at everything and nothing at all as he slowly drew the blade across his flesh.
You can't see, you can barely speak properly. You're only alive
because of your mother's pity. I wonder how much longer you'll be
allowed to last.
He closed his eyes again, listening to the drops of blood hitting the floor. There was no point. They were right. He knew they were right. He leaned back, listening to his heartbeat grow slower.
.doki.doki...doki.....doki.....
He sighed contently and smiled.
.......no more.
Mayura sighed and stared out the window. She really didn't want to be at school, especially after the wired storm the night before. It was a mysterious storm, of that she was sure. What else could explain it? It had been a clear night, not a cloud in the sky, and suddenly there was thunder and lightning and rain; it had kept her up most of the night. And it had ended just as suddenly as it had started, and the sky had been clear when it was over.
She turned her attention back to class when the teacher entered followed by a boy wearing red tinted glasses. He was also carrying a cane.
Had Mayura looked behind her, she would have seen Narugami blanche.
"Class," sensei began. "We have a new transfer student starting today." She gently touched the boy's shoulder.
"I'm Kuruyami Yuki," he stated simply. Even in the briefness of his introduction Mayura heard the strange accent. Some of his sounds were strange, almost omitted.
Sensei led him to an empty desk between her and Narugami, who paled even more. From his seat a row away, Koutaru raised an eyebrow.
"Now," sensei continued. "If you would take your history books out, we're going to start reading aloud, both for the benefit of other students," her eyes flicked toward Yuki, "and because it helps you retain information. Please turn to page 187, if Daidoji would begin.."
Mayura sighed. She would much rather be investigating that storm.
So, that's the first part. It's fun, ne? You can probably guess what's going on. Feel free to send suggestions, comments, flames (which are good for marshmallows) and speculations. I love watching people guess.