Caution: coarse language and violence
Bloodstained Eyes
Prelude II
"Hey—fuck off."
The scent of an upcoming fight emerged somewhere behind the school grounds, where it was vacant and silent. With reasons hardly said and actions desired to be done, trouble was on its way.
It was barely afternoon, yet these behaviors were already being done. There was a moment pause between two different groups, one larger than the other, one none angrier than the other. For a start of the week, things had been pretty rough for the larger group.
The navy blue-haired boy shoved his friend away from him, whom was striving to get them out of this mess. It wasn't his friend's fault. It was the blue-haired and his opponent that started all this from the beginning. Still, his friend tried again.
"Takao. I don't think…"
The blue-haired glared at him.
"What're you talking about? They started this first."
The other boy behind the blue-haired stepped in front of him, his gray-lilac hair tousled in anger with the wind, glaring back at the blue-haired.
"This isn't the time," he growled lowly for him to only hear. "Nor the place."
Unfortunately, the other group heard it. The said name growled and pushed the gray-lilac-haired boy aside, muttering the words once more under his breath; "I said 'hey— fuck off'. When I say that, there's no kiddin' 'round in my voice, isn't there? So just do as I say."
Sure it may sound threatening but he didn't intend to be so angry. He hadn't been this furious for the last couple of weeks, which were conveniently a record to him. He was and wasn't literally one who liked to commence a disruptive behavior in school grounds, although he'd been caught several times doing so before.
It wasn't his fault he was always a troublemaker. To him, he just wanted to settle down each and every fight he crossed. And if he could stop a fight by fighting back, it was all that he could do. And this was just one of those that tempted him to fight over to end.
A boy of glossy raven hair shook a head with dissatisfaction. He knew what was going to happen. Takao wasn't a violent boy, nor was he one you call tame. He was like a person standing between the life of undomesticated and domesticated (although most of the time he was just a plain and lazy neanderthal...). No matter what the outcome of something that could send Takao to the principal (again), he was willing to agreeably join something that shouldn't have been happening.
"If you wanna fight I suggest you do that before your lunch time's over," Takao's opponent sneered. The dark browned rumpled-haired smiled. "But if that's what you want, I'll be glad to send you to the hospital."
Takao smirked.
"You're right. Lunch is nowhere near over," he replied, "and I suggest you guys run off before this five-against-three starts."
"I'm not sure I should be in this one, you guys," a muffled voice mumbled from behind.
"Just stay where you are, Kenny," Takao growled, still glaring at his corrival. "You're not going anywhere. You'll be our witness today."
"Again?"
Kai flared a gaze at the three rivals. He was ready to help Takao whenever he wanted but he wasn't convinced this was going to be a promising fights.
He wasn't a bad guy, nor could you think of him as a good guy. A boy like him tended to keep any mood lasting for a long whole day. And being pissed off was nothing to be made fun of. Even he knew that, despite ignoring it.
The air became humid, the autumn morning turning warm of skirmish. Many students would love to see the buffet between Takao and the others but it was better to stay out of the schoolyard, if they knew what was in their stakes.
Noises from the other side of the school were heard in this devoid place, only the blasphemes of the blue-haired and the dark-brown haired.
"You came all the way here just to fight with kids younger than you?" Takao tried to sound absurd. "What kind of an idiot are you?"
A red-haired boy stepped beside the dark-brown haired boy.
"We came here for a good cost and a good reason. None that's in you're business," he replied flatly. "If you, children, just step out and let us handle our own problem, then we're all good."
"Fat chance, losers," Takao spat. "I'm not going nowhere when I fight. I'll end this crap you're doing right now—whatever it is—even if I have to deal with all of you myself."
The third rival grinned and curled a fist. His faint black hair wildly dancing in the air as so did all of them.
"What do you say," he asked the brown-haired amiably. "Should we?"
Takao grinned and stifled a chuckle in his throat.
"Not scared, I hope?"
"If they aren't looking for a fight, I think we should just leave them alone," Max muttered behind his ears.
Takao shot him a death glare that could kill anyone.
No, he wasn't just going to walk away from something he needed to find out, nor would he let his enemy walk away from something he wanted to happen.
He needed to know what their business in his school was; or else he would attack them in surprise. He wasn't going to let some thug mafia that came all the way from the other side of Tokyo trespass his area without reasons. And seeing that they wouldn't tell him, his instinct drove him through anger.
"Buddy, I ask you something that anyone can answer," Takao began, "and you don't say anything, and that leaves me no choice but to kick you outta here."
The brown-haired laughed.
"You're talking to the wrong person," he replied amorally. "You aren't the type to beat me in a fight."
Takao narrowed his eyes, a grin ebbing his lips, his shadowed face brightening up a bit. His cap tightly placed on his head before he could do something that would make it fall off.
"Wanna bet?" he challenged.
It wasn't something he expected. It wasn't a fight he was expecting to be. A pretty short and harsh conflict it had been, it ended with no winner. No winners... yet no losers.
Before he could lay another solid punch on his rival, or anyone else lay a blow on each other, they were abruptly stopped by four strangers, another group that appeared to be in their twenties as well as his rivals.
It was all too sudden but the brown-haired, who appeared to be the headman, quickly stopped the fight, swift into grabbing Takao's flying fist in the air with a mere palm. The brown-haired boy growled and glared at the four boys standing far behind them, their faces disappointed.
The blood trickled down the corner of Takao's lips, forcing him to quickly wipe it away, his fingerless black gloves already stained. He turned to look over his opponent's shoulder, to see a group of dark shadowed figures standing underneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, their faces shadowed. Their eyes glowed like cats, a look of failure and displeasure emitting out of them.
Even Kai and Rei stopped their own doings to stare upon the strangers that halted their collision. Kai spat blood out of his mouth, his gray eyes perplexed. Rei, on the other hand, looked clean and bracing, his strange abilities aiding him with his fight. Max had to conceal himself with Kenny behind a large trash, quickly trying to make sure there weren't anyone to witnessed the fight.
The scent of sudden fight that had emerged out of them was quickly wasted away as a new group entered the clearing, possibly a back up for Takao's newfound enemies. With reasons that had hardly been known and actions already cleared to their mind, they fought well yet not enough. It was what Takao thought so, before he was disrupted.
He hated it when something like this happened. Every several fights he'd came upon into, were always interrupted by someone in the middle of the action, always able to have one group run away nor break off the fight. He hated that. It only meant weakness and stupidity. He hated it, having to be broken off something he wanted to end so badly. He wasn't stupid, no.
Although he would fight until his skin was bruised and bloody, he knew when and where it should start and end. And this was something he sought to end today.
Growling, he glared at the four strangers standing a few feet away from the fighting group.
"Who the fuck are you?" he spat.
They ignored him. Instead, they turned to look at Takao's opponent with shaking heads that said 'no'.
"Not here, Kumo-sama."
Kumo-sama?
Takao glared at his rival with frowning brows.
"Are they too stupid enough to call you their lord?" he chuckled dryly. "Man, you are one twisted son of a—"
As if never hearing him, the brown-haired, Kumo, simply raise a foot and quickly stroke Takao on the stomach, the sound of pain etching out of the blue-haired boy's mouth.
"Just shut the hell up already, kid."
Like a sandbag, Takao fell on his rear with a thud, his cap falling off, blood once more dripping out of his lips.
Kumo turned to look at the new group.
"What do you mean 'not here'?" he spat angrily.
One of the interlopers nodded humbly.
"Sorry, boss. But she ain't here."
Kumo snarled angrily. Without any hesitation, he turned around to disdain at Takao, his face crunched with so much anger and hatred. He walked up to him and grabbed him by the neck.
"You got lucky this time, little kid," he murmured. "I guess I won't be seeing you in a long while."
With one swing, he threw Takao back to the ground, turning around and walking away, his other group following suit.
"Fuck," his snarls were heard evidently. "We came here for fucking nothing! Fuck! I'll kill her, I swear to Hell I'll kill her!"
As always, it wasn't a fight he expected. The awkward silence after his opponent's departure was hard to break. Quietly, Rei went over to the silent boy and helped him up.
"Y'okay?" the humanoid-cat asked.
His friend didn't respond nor offered Rei's help. Instead, Takao quietly stood up, cringing as his right temple throbbed pulsingly. He silently picked up his cap and placed it back on his head. Abruptly shoving the hand that lay on his shoulder, he walked away, no time to make chitchat with his friends.
Max and Kenny came out behind the large trash bin when Kai motioned them to. The golden-haired watched the hushed Takao, a worry declining his features. Of course, they were used to this, having Takao like this after an interrupted fight.
It was best not to talk to him for a while before he explodes from one of his silenced anger.
Max came beside Rei as well as Kai and Kenny, whom was still carrying his laptop in his side. Turning his head to the other way, Kai gazed at the street where the two groups had disappeared. He watched Takao disappear as he turned to a left back inside the school building.
"How long do you thing he'll last?" Rei asked.
"Give it a day or so," Max replied, quite sure of himself. "What do you think, Kai?"
Kai huffed and crossed his arms quietly.
"I'd say give him two hours," he muttered and walked away, following the path where Takao had taken.
"Two hours? That's a bit quick, don't you think?" Kenny questioned.
The absence of both Kai and Takao left Rei and Max off to their own events, carrying on with going to a sushi place for lunch before this had even happened. Kenny, of course, was left to chase down after Kai and or Takao instead.
The morning of a once glorious day manifested into something so inexplicable and unaccustomed. The sight of the clear blue sky would soon turn into a golden afternoon, where school would end and a bizarre day would pass by. Sights of strangers would become forgotten and conflicts would soon be left alone and clog in by other things more important.
It was a dreary autumn bleak. The afternoon sky appeared as if it would rain bloody waters, as well as the clouds beginning to deform into a golden bleeding source of atmosphere.
It didn't matter what kind of weather emerged within the days. It didn't really matter to her if the daylight turned dark, if darkness may revolve to brightness.
She didn't know where they were, or even remembered, or even cared. The moving vehicles stopped after a three or four hour drive on the other side of Tokyo. Behind sleepy eyelids, and yawning lips, they had came to a halt beside what seemed to be their new home.
Hiromi merely stifled a tear-stricken yawn and sighed helplessly. She got out of Maachinai-san's van and sluggishly stepped out of the vehicle. She was too tired, too weary to burden anything.
She took one glance at her new home and quickly turned around to walk on the other side of the van, leaning back as well as relaxing by her self.
"Hiromi-chan? How do you find the house, dear?" Maachinai asked from the other side.
She shrugged casually; knowing that Maachinai couldn't see it. Her chocolate locks flew high in the air, as the breeze descended up high up the sky, her skirt dancing, her shirt moving in directions. She placed her hands behind her and a vacant look streaked her face; her eyes lifeless only blinked once.
It doesn't matter. Everywhere I go… it's always the same.