(I know that my last chapter was a bit…eh…short? Anyways I hope I've grabbed some attention. I really hope! Just keep reading and reviewing and stuff…If you hate just be like! This is a piece of shit! If you don't then erm, be like this is not a piece for shit…er whatever)

Bones in the water and dust in my lungs
Absorbing archaic like a sponge
The ultimate way is the way you control
But can you stay if you detach your soul?
Bury the present and squeeze out the past
The ones you endear to never last
Chemical burns and the animalistic
I'm just another hardline pseudo-statistic

Demaurnach High…A school of judgment. Just as the schools before it, the junior high, and elementary. The entire Demaurnach town city was this way. All the faces looked the same to him. Aboromu, also known as Atoka, roamed the halls, very early in the morning, he walked to his next class. A lot of times he couldn't tell their faces apart. It's not like it mattered, he didn't like those people. Well not those type of people. They were all the same to him. Airheads more worried about what everyone thinks about them then the real problems right in front of their own faces. Popularity blinding them from reality.

Can you feel this?
I'm dying to feel this
Can you feel this?

Yet, this feeling, wanting to being liked…it ran within him, too. Only he knew not being excepted wasn't that bad. Unless you lived in Demau, then, not being excepted…was hell! He longed to have friends… Just to be liked, by people, by girls, by his brothers, his dad, and mother. But no one seemed to really like him at all. Just something he had to deal with when he woke in the morning, and slept at night.

Blood on the paper and skin on my teeth
Trying to commit to what's beneath
To find the time is to lose the momentum
You learn the lessons and immediately forget them
Automatic and out of my reach
Consult all the waste to find the key
Minimal life and the polysyllabic
I'm just another blank page - push the button, pull the rage

Mr. Kayko babbled on with his lectures having a very small percentage of the class's attention. Atoka's black bangs rested over his golden eyes. He brushed them aside with the rest of his shoulder lengthened hair. His gaze set on his "older" brother. Yes, older by 2.35 minutes. Inuyasha was his name. Their golden eyes matched so vividly, and their hair patterns and thickness the same. Actually they were completely identical, except, their hair color. The only thing physically different between the two was their hair color, Inuyasha was blessed with beautiful silver hair which was becoming very rare as the race of demons were beginning to fade. Abor was left with the oh so common dark hair. Inuyasha's eyes wondered around the room as his mind flew in the clouds. It took him a while, but he noticed his brothers eyes laying on him and gave him a horrible look. Atoka jumped back a bit, a chill running through his body. He instantly turned the other way snatching his note book and opening to a blank page. After pulling out his collection of pens, he looked them all over and lifted up the deep red metallic one. He always used metallic pens when his work had to do with Inuyasha, just because of his hair. Just one of the many clues to his poetry. Soon his pen began to move all about as he stopped thinking, just wrote. All his words coming from the big empty space the lived deep with in him that never seemed to fill. But it stopped, right in the middle of the page… He laid his arm down and rested his mouth on it, to hold his head up. After closing his eyes flash back, including his dear brother, ran through his head. Without meaning to his bit down hard his fangs rushing through his flesh. He pulled back to see blood rise from the bite mark in his arm. Ignoring it he put the pen back on the paper and found himself finishing up the first page. He was on to the next one…

Can you feel this?
I'm dying to feel this
Can you feel this?

After filling up the fifth page he completed his release of the hurt. Well only helped ease the pain… He shut the notebook and began to doodle on the front cover with his silver pen. His left hand, unoccupied, was shaking out of control. He could feel it, the eyes…people looking and pointing and staring. Talking about him, he could hear the whispers. None of the words seemed to make any sense to him. No body liked him and he could never figure out why. He never did anything… His brother, he…he was "popular". He was in, with the in crowd. And he did not like Abor at all. He told them awful things… So they knew that if they were seen with him, that Inuyasha would look at them as a freak! They couldn't have that! They all wanted the joy, the power, the fake love of popularity. But Atoka asked for no such thing, he just wanted a friend…just one…

I am all, but what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control, but I comply
Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces
I'm uneven

Out to roam the halls again, making his way onto his next class. Atoka threw his hood over his head allowing it to cover half of his face. Without notice, some one pulled his hood down and his head slammed down on a metal pole. "Ahh! Shit!" He held his hand to his forehead and looked to see a couple of bullies he had known for a while. To Atoka's disadvantage, it was a couple of jocks that were both one quarter human and three fourths demon. Just one step ahead of him it seemed. He held his hand in front of his face to see his head had been busted open. They laughed like hyenas! The more buff one, Qual, lifted Abor upside down where the smaller one, Jim, found himself enjoying a nice game of soccer with Atoka's head.

I am the damaged one
All my life and the damage done

Atoka sat by himself at lunch. He posted up against the chain link fence as everyone else enjoyed their break at the tables. They didn't allow him to sit with them, he wasn't good enough for them. Atoka just watched his food as if waiting for it to dance. He wasn't really that hungry, his mouth hurt anyways. "You ganna eat at that dumb ass?" a chuckling voice asked in quite ignorance. "Huh?" Abor looked up, the sun shinning in his eyes. Jim snatched his burger and stuffed it in his mouth. As he chewed Qual grabbed his chocolate milk. "Eaaah!" Jim spat the burger back out on his trey. "The fuck! I hate mustard!" "You thirsty Toke?" Qual asked before smashing the milk over his head. You may be thinking, what's wrong with this pussy! Why doesn't he fight back? Who cares, brothers aren't supposed to get along anyways? But it's different…for those of you who have siblings, how would you feel if as long as you've known some one who you expected to be there for you in life, just always hated your guts? It really didn't matter if people hurt him anymore…At least they noticed he was there.

Can you feel this?
I'm dying to feel this
Can you feel this?

It felt like the nothing! All the physical pain. He couldn't feel it anymore, the pain inside was to strong. Inuyasha sat at the table with his "higher classed" friends as they all pointed and laughed at his dumber, less cool, freak of a brother. Though he did not laugh, just sat and watched.

I am all, but what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control, but I comply
Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces
I'm uneven

Alone Abor walked…all by himself. He herd the burnout of tires and watched his twin brother ride of with all his friends in his best friend's car. "What the hell are you doin' just standin' there? Move!" his oldest brother Sesshomaru shoved him out of the way. "Oh, my bad…" he almost whispered. Sesshomaru continued walking, his attention definitely not grabbed. Clouds stretched across the sky and Atoka noticed the ground grow dark as the sun was blocked out. "Eh…" he sighed to himself, it was another lonely rest of the day ahead of him. "Oh boy, now I get to go home…" he said sarcastically cheerfully.

(Heh…well this one's a bit longer…)