Chapter Two

(Nagi's POV)

I closed the door as quietly as I could manage. It was still early and I didn't want to wake Otousama, who was currently out cold in his room. He had stayed up late last night drinking. This wasn't abnormal but I knew that if he woke up now he would have a terrible hang over. And in anger he had a tendency to punch things, and I had no wish to be opposite the fist when they flew.

I turned and headed down the sidewalk towards school with my lunch in my hand. I still couldn't figure out why I bothered making it everyday. Usually it was just stolen by some bully or another, but all the same every morning I spent the time to make it.

I smoothed out the sleeves of my school uniform. I was one of the few children who actually bothered wearing it anymore.

The long walk to school was, as always, in silence. For in the subject of social skills I never had much practice. The reason for this is my powers. When I say powers I am talking about my telekinesis. Some people would love to me able to do what I can. They refer to it as a blessing, but it has been nothing but a curse to me.

Everyone fears me and cares nothing for me. When I was younger the other child showed their fear by going through any means possible to stay away from me. Some still do this now, but others have found other ways to express their fear. They do this in the form of beating me. Even Otousama beats me. But it is not those times that I hate the most. What I hate the most is when he not only beats me but... I shock my head in an attempt to stop that train of thought. I always tried to forget and block out those time but sometimes it did not work.

The main reason I believe he does this is because he blames me for killing Okasan. And in a way I guess he is right. I didn't physically pull the trigger of the gun that killed her but I was the reason she died. There was a crazy, and probably drunk, man who came up to me and pulled a gun pointing it at me. He called me many things, such as a freak and the devil who is sent to bring the destruction of the world. Okasan was only trying to protect me, but it got her killed.

I did have some friends though. Well sort of. They were three boys that also had powers. The difference that separated us was they were bullies. Unlike me they had no reason not to be. When I started going to this school they made me promise that I would not use my powers, and the deal was that if I did I was kicked out of school. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Okasan was a teacher and she would be disappointed if I was kicked out. It is only for her memory's sake that I don't use my powers to protect me against the other bullies.

My friends still came to school though, even though they had to make the same promise. They, of coarse, didn't abide by it. It didn't matter to them what authority said, even though it didn't say anything about it. Everyone was too scared to stand up to them. The only exception to this was a group called Weiss.

I didn't know much about Weiss only that it consisted of four boys. Well actually it consisted of three boys now, the youngest had died two months ago. It is suspected that it was his father who killed him, and that up to that point he was abused. Still it was never investigated in depth for as the newspaper put it, 'there was no evidence indicating that his father was in anyway involved with the death.' And even though that is what is publicly announced it is not what was believed in school. All I know about the case is what I had heard talked about in school.

Apparently the boy's father is high in the political and social ladder, and was also quite rich, therefore it would have been easy for him to pay his way out of trouble. But still I didn't know his name. I would always miss that information though I wasn't bothered by this. If he was still alive I might have cared, just to know that there was someone in this miserable school who has gone through what I have, but since he is dead it doesn't help at all.

The effects of the boy's death still shown in the school. Child abuse is a sensitive topic everywhere as it is but having someone in the school die as a result of it made it even more touchy than before. To the point no one wanted to hear it mentioned, and if no one else would bring it up than there was no way I would.

It was still early when I finally arrived at school. The classroom was practically empty, though this was in no way an accident. I purposely came to school early everyday for mainly two reason. The first was it was an excuse to get out of the house and away from Otousama. The second reason was that it was one less opportunity for me to come face-to-face with one of the many bullies in the school.

Fully aware that I had around a hour before school started I pulled out one of the books I had started reading yesterday. It was a good book so it would keep me entertained for a while. Perhaps not all day because chances were if we had no unscheduled test or quizzes that the book would be finished around lunch time and then there was nothing to do after that.

Around fifty minutes later the walls were packed and noisy but the classroom only seated the few children who were desperately trying to complete unfinished homework, despite the fact there their efforts were most likely futile.

My attention was pulled away from my books at a few shouts from the hall. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening. Schwartz had decided to show up at school today and were already terrorizing the other student. I let out a sigh of release at knowing they had shown up today. When they were at school it was rare that I was beaten. One of the benefits of being their friend. Still they did not come everyday, so when they weren't here, most of the time, there was nothing that I was able to do to protect myself.

It was pointless to tell supervisors because the other children would just deny it, and even with most of the adults I was not liked. Even my teacher was afraid of me, those she was still the nicest. I could tell that she suspected something was happening at home, even though she never brought the subject up.

I also heard the arrival of the team Weiss. Those two 'gangs,' I guess you could call them, were always fighting. There sides never wavered and neither side ever came out victories from this endless war.

As the bell rang, signifying the starting of classes and I didn't bother lifted my head from my book because I could hear all that was going on. The students that had not run into the class room when Schwartz had arrived now came bustling into the room and scurrying to gets seats in the back and at the same times seats away from me.

Lessons today were like any other day, boring and pointless from my perspective. That was one of the nice parts about reading so much; I was chapters ahead of the others students in about every subject that you could think of. So instead I would simply bring a book to read and tune out the teacher and whatever she was talking about. She didn't seem to care as long as I did well on her test and quizzes, and my homework didn't slack.

As I expected my book only lasted until just before lunch. As the bell to lunch rang people gathered their lunch boxes and left, all talking about random nonsense. I never did bother paying attention to what in particular they spoke about. I had just sat down beneath a tree in an unpopulated part of the school grounds when I was heard a gruff laughter.

I paid no notice to their taunting and tried to think about something else. If I hadn't finished my book I would have continued to read that, but with it finished I was sure that this would be a boring lunch. Still the kids behind me didn't seem to what to let me eat in peace as I was knocked to the ground when someone kicked me in the side. While I was clutching my side the same foot roughly came against my shoulder and knocked me over onto the ground.

Looking up at the bullies I saw they were Masafumi and Hirofumi Takatori. They were not the brightest over my annoyances but they were strong, and if nothing else had a powerful father. Of all the bullies at the school they were the least likely to get in trouble, no matter what they did. The only one that can get away with more than them is Schwartz. Schwartz was also the only one that the two brothers were afraid of too.

"What are you doing, freak. Did we say you could sit here?" I didn't answer them, nor did I have any intention of doing so. I mearly ignored them and hoped they would go away. No such luck. Masafumi lifted his foot only a little before slamming it down again. I winced but nothing else. "I asked you a question." I still said nothing.

They didn't get much more of a chance to beat me up like they had hoped, because it was at that time the Schuldich decided to show up. "Hey, what's going on Nagi?" His eyes moved off of me to the two men who where bullying me. "What are these two up to?"

I clearly saw all the colour completely drain from there face. Playing with people's minds was Schuldich's specialty, and more than one student was now in a mental hospital thanks to him. Slowly Masafumi started to back up, but when they heard the wrinkling of paper and saw they had just stepped on my lunch, in no time they were flat out running in opposite direction of us.

"Thanks Schuldich." I said politely and sincerely and I brushed the dirt off my clothes.

He cocked his normal smile, "No problem. You're not hurt, are you?"

"Thanks to you no."

"Not just me. It was Bradley who warned me, and Farfarello should be taking care your bullies now." To emphasize the point two pain-filled screamed reached out ear, causing Schuldich to smile brightly. "Yep, sounds to me like he is continuing to hurt God in anyway possible. Yet another scream was heard and I could only imagine what was happing to them. Still I didn't feel pity for them. It is hard for me to feel bad for two boy that have been nothing except a pain to me.

The rest of the day followed in the same way. Without my book to keep me occupied I sat in my seat staring off into space, not really thinking about anything. Sometime during one of the teachers many boring lectures I took out a plain white sheet of paper and started to draw. Well maybe not draw, my mind went back to staring into space but my hand continued to move over the paper in gentle sweeping motions.

I never believed myself an artist. I could draw nicely enough but I wasn't creative enough to pursue this field. I was much happier reading. But I was surprised how without my knowledge my hand continued to draw whatever I felt like.

The art piece was finished only a few minutes before school ended for the day. I stared in awe at my work, for it was by far the best I had ever done. But the subject was still confusing me. The sketch was what appeared to be of a boy, and angel boy to be more precise, that stood on top of a shallow grassy hill near a cherry blossom tree. His face lifted to the skies as if in a sort of prayer, and in response to his message petal from the tree were circling around him.

I didn't have much time to study the drawling because soon after the bell signaling the end of school for the day sounded and the rush to leave started. Shouts and calls cut off any last minute comments the teacher attempted to say. Having no interest in getting caught up in the traffic jam, I lagged behind a little, collected my belongings and carefully putting them in my bag. Even though I was lagging behind I still did not want to stay too long, for fear that the teacher would ask questions that I was really not in the mood to answer. Mind you I was never in the mood to answer question about my personal life, in my opinion it was just that personal, but today especially I didn't want to talk about it.

Today was the anniversary of Okasan's death. It was six years ago today that she was shoot. That meant that I was in a hurry to leave this place so I can go to the graveyard. It was not uncommon for me to go there but I made it a point no matter what, to do so on this day. Even if it meant getting beaten my Otousama, though usually on this day he also grieves only in a different way.

His way involves getting drunk at bars instead of paying his respects at her grave. But when he finally did come home, he would still beat me. Not for not coming straight home, simply because he was frustrated and I was there. Because even though there was nothing I could do at the time it was still my fault. Because if I had been in better control of my powers then maybe I could have stopped the bullet, but as it was I could not handle my powers or chose when they were used, not consciously at least.

It wasn't really till I met Schwartz that I final gained full control over what happened. And still that control can slip if I don't remain at least somewhat calm. This isn't hard, because every since Okasan died I haven't been very emotional.

I walked out of the school building and down the familiar road until my feet lead me to the cemetery. All the while my mind drifted back to the artwork I had created in class. For some reason I couldn't get that boy out of my head and it didn't make any since. He was probably just a boy that I created with my imagination, so way was he effecting me so.

I had never seriously liked anyone before, so I figured I was straight, considering the only person I even remotely have a crush on was a girl my age named Tot. What I liked about her was how innocent she always seemed, but after a while her childish attitude tended to get a little on my nerves. That crush didn't last too long.

A similar feeling came over me when I though about this boy, only the feeling was stronger. This was impossible. Not the fact that I have a crush on a boy, because homosexuality had never bothered me, but that I had a crush on a boy that I doubted even existed.

I tried to clear my mind as I knelt before Okasan's tombstone, but despite my efforts I could not seem to make all the thoughts of that drawling disappear. I prayed for a while before simply sitting in peaceful quiet.

After a while past and I had told her that had happened since I had last visited, even mentioning my problem concerning that picture that was in my bookbag, I stood and turned to leave. Though today, for some reason, I decided to take a different route, out the back of the cemetery. The weather was pleasant enough, and something inside me insisted that I travel this way. I didn't know why until turned the corner of a clutter of trees and saw something that completely caught me by surprise.

LF: I suck at suspenseful cliffies, I's sure you all know what he saw. Take a guess. If not the next chapter should be up soon. I know that this story is not accurate compared with the series but honestly I couldn't care less. The characters are OOC now and will remain that way for the rest of the story.

Ryou: LostFlame knows he doesn't own the series that he write about, though he wishes he did. Then again if he did there would be a lot more yaoi in the actual series.