caution: major cursing and assaulting
Character Bios
Kinomiya Takao
Same ol' boy. . . just take off the
Beyblade obsession and replace it with fighting then you got yourself a
really, really cute Tyson who'll fight to win (or.. is it.. protect? XD)
Tachibana Hiromi
I don't know. . . I guess she's
a little bitchy in a couple of chapters but, hey, blame it on what
happened x.X! I promise to make her look more of the main female
protagonist! I swear!
Bloodstained Eyes
Prelude III
"Oh, ow... ow... ow, ow, owww—dammit all!"
The echoing of such phrases Takao had screamed oh-so-intently deafening… the whole class froze to their seats, too late to cover their decaying ears from the earsplitting utterance their mischief classmate had bellowed. All eyes turned to gawk at Takao, whom had jumped out of his lab chair and sucked a thumb into his mouth.
A nervous science lab partner, Max—trying to sit him back down his chair—chuckled nervously. He grabbed Takao by his lab coat and roughly pulled him to his stool, smacking him tensely in the head.
"Takao!" he mumbled loudly. "For the hundredth times, what did we talk about swearing so loud in class!"
Takao ignored him, still suckling on his right thumb insanely. In the midst of their dissection in science class, Takao had inadvertently, yet nearly brutally, sliced the side of his right thumb all the way down the webbed skin that joined his other fingers. And out of no where, his uncontrolled tongue liberated out of his mouth.
The furious teacher immediately walked towards the one whom shrieked such declaration and slammed Max and Takao's laboratory bench with her white-gloved hands, a hint of decisive hundred angry veins popping out of her forehead. Everyone progressed in silence. The only noise left was the hushed pissed off mumbles Takao ground out of his clenched teeth, as though he had never noticed the teacher.
"KINOMIYA TAKAO! HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS CONVERSATION!"
As if merely figuring out that his teacher stood beside him, Takao look in blanched startle yet suckled his thumb harmlessly.
"But I—"
"NO BUTS! Every single lab activities, you end up swearing like nobody can hear you in this little space! I won't have this thing going on like this anymore every class, do you hear me? You're setting bad examples to these poor students."
("Hey!" / "We're old enough to know every swear words there is!" murmured the class)
Takao simply smiled and nodded, but retained his thumb inside his mouth. Following that, their lab teacher, Mrs. Shodie, motioned Max forward to her desk for first-aid kit. Nodding, Max followed the teacher, quietly placing the small knife on the tray where they operated a cow heart (despite Takao's complaint and whined about why they had to do such disgusting thing since he preferred mixing chemicals instead of touching some weird animal's private parts).
At least he still isn't pissed off after that fight, he mused silently. I better give Kai his stake money for guessing so right.
After a few complaints and screams, Max was able to cloak his friend's bleeding (yet almost wrinkled from his suckling) thumb with a long white bandage.
"Sometimes I wonder just when you can actually shut up in one decent class," Max told the other boy.
Takao shot him his glare but made a face after the blond finished wrapping his wound.
"But it really did hurt," he whined, child-like as he is, mood swing ticking up. "What else was I suppose to do when I get my finger sliced halfway off! Just sit there and go 'oh, poo. I'm bleeding again. Oh well"! And I should sit on my stool and do NOTHING?"
"Kinomiya! One more and you will be in detention for five months! Again!"
Rolling his eyes and slowly going back to his work, Takao waved a healthy hand defensively at the teacher.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll stay calm for your, Max's, and everyone else's sake," he sighed after adding a very soft, "Damn science shit. Damn animal parts. If I sit here on my ass yelling nothing, I'm gonna—"
"I'm sorry? I didn't get your last sentences," Mrs. Shodie raised an eyebrow quizzically.
Grumbling softly, Takao shrugged and continued back to his work.
…Explode, he finished quietly, attempting with his every might not to gag as his wounded hand accidentally stabbed the heart on the wrong spot, sending a small burst of white liquid oozing out down the tray. He choked and shivered with disgust. Max chuckled nervously at him as he handed the sickened boy a towel to cleansed the ooze that jumped on his cheek.
They were truly gone.
The strangers he and his friends were forcefully set up on fighting (thanks to Takao's stupid actions and mouth) had completely disappeared. Rei didn't bother going through his next class, playing hooky and determined to follow those intruders. Besides, physics wasn't his thing.
He was a strange being, yes. Everyone knew him as the sly cat boy, who grew up in a town much smaller than this city he now subsided in. He had a knack for finding someone with their scent and he had a skill much further than those who were very athletic. Physical Education was, nonetheless, his best preferred subject.
Quickly leaping off the school's roof and onto a nearby building, Rei moved his head from left to right, slightly sniffing the air as his strangely distinct sharp eyes stalked around him. The long white bandaged ponytail that scoped down his ankles swung like a cat's tail, his odd infrequently pointed ears trying to listen.
It was impossible hence the occupied noises of vehicles and people walking by. Mumbling frustratedly to himself, he picked an ear with his finger, massaging his sore ears.
Now where could those gangs gone off to? …Ah, there they are.
He found them, halfway reaching midway a mile away to his right. Leaping nonchalantly, he jumped unto building to building, and jumped unto the ground, gliding towards a dark alley the gang had just passed. Poking his head into the back of their view, he intently listened to their conversations.
"Bullshit," was the first word heard. "I swear she ran off to this place."
"How can you be sure? She could be anywhere and we don—"
The boy who had fought against Takao pushed the speaker to the ground hard and growled.
"Shut yer trap, ass," he snarled. "I followed her after that incident, you idiot, and I heard her mother tell her."
"Did she say anything about where they were heading?" another asked.
The brown-haired boy hesitated, possibly thinking hard, and crossed his arms.
"I think I'm smart enough to figure that out," he muttered. "I heard the bitch say something about Daikaru and I know that school's called Daikaru."
"But… we still aren't sure if it—"
"So… you're calling me stupid then."
It sounded like a firm statement, instead of a question. The way he spoke sent a strange tremor of cautious down Rei's spine.
"N—No. Of course not. I'm just saying that we should try and track down her—"
"If I say we stay here, we stay here. If anyone wants to object to that and die right in front of me by my bare hands, say so and I will do that."
Nobody spoke.
Rei narrowed his eyes. Who were these people and why were they after someone, despite, a female? They didn't just came to his school to pick a fight with anyone and possibly kill them. They came to kill just one certain person. And that certain person was likely a girl.
"Hurry up and walk faster, you idiots. And if any of you jackasses get drunk again and spill this shit out, you'll suffer more than a broken bone like last time."
"D—Don't worry, Kumo. We can take care of this. And we'll take care of anyone else who finds out."
"Are you sure about that?"
Oh. Crud.
Rei pulled his head out and quickly jumped on top of the building, alarmed.
The boy with brown hair, Kumo, quickly turned around behind him and glared at the space where Rei's head once poked out.
How did he know I was here?
He was sure he had stealth carefully and hid as sharp as he could. But his senses soon flared and he knew he wasn't safely hidden where he was. Growling out his frustration, Rei turned around and leaped his way unto buildings to buildings, heading back to the school.
I better tell Kai first. He'll know what to do.
His disappointment caused him to speed a little, nearly passing his school.
The door slammed open. She had obviously kicked it open, her hands occupied as they were neatly crossed over her chest. Without saying anything, she headed towards the living room and turned on the TV.
Another day... another life... same shit... different day.
"Hiromi-chan?" Maachinai's voice came from behind. She moved to sit beside her.
"You're home early… how was school?"
Hiromi shrugged and changed the channel.
"Did you make any friends?"
Hiromi shrugged, changing the channel again.
"Any homework?"
Shrug.
Maachinai frowned and watched the girl's vacant face, a sudden information popping in her head.
"Hiromi… did you go to school today?"
Hiromi turned around and gave the light-brown haired woman a glare and slowly stood up, heading towards the stairs to her room, without a word.
She grabbed the railing and tediously paused for a bit.
"No," she replied as a matter of fact. "I didn't. I didn't feel like it. I'll go tomorrow. If I want to."
Maachinai watched as Hiromi disappeared up the steps and quietly turned to look at her lap. Her ashen face and troubled lips straightened as she firmly gripped on her long skirt.
Finding a job wasn't too hard in this city, she had found three she most likely would love to do. But it wasn't the same without Hiromi's help and she needed it badly, her encouragement.
Hiromi told her once to build a bakery shop, so they could both work together in there and hope that they could save up enough money to travel around the world. She also suggested her to be a model since she was pretty enough to be one, no matter her old age.
And as future crawled by, their dreams began to dissipate, causing their hopes to flow down, making her unsure what to do anymore. Making her confused if she should help Hiromi or let her solve her own problem. She hated herself for choosing the second one.
She was helpless now. She couldn't do anymore. A little angry that Hiromi still hadn't gotten over her incident.
Who wouldn't anyway?
Maachinai tried so hard to make the girl forget whatever happened. She tried so hard to comfort her, to protect her. But now… Hiromi was pushing her so far away. Hiromi was pushing her away from her life, only caring about herself and about nothing else.
"I don't need you. Step off my life. You've got nothing to do with it and you never will."
"You don't know how painful those words are, Hiromi-chan," she breathed, "you don't know how much I've tried saving you after what happened."
A tear trickled down her left cheek, and she refused to wipe them away. Ever since Hiromi's occurrence, the girl helplessly cried at night, a very clamorous cry of detest and hatred. When that happened, Maachinai covered her ears so tightly and hope that it would be over soon.
"Oh god..."
It was happening again.
Maachinai quickly covered her ears as Hiromi's desperate angry shriek echoed throughout the house, possibly throughout the neighborhood, scaring her very much. She often cried too, with her, secretly in a place where Hiromi wasn't present.
The girl's desperate scream were tormenting enough.
There would be no dinner tonight. She had lost reliance to even cook herself and Hiromi food, hence they barely ate. It wasn't decease, it wasn't any hunger strike. It was to carry pain and burden. They ate sorrow nearly everyday.
It was hard to break that habit.
Hiromi carried enough burden to herself. Maachinai hated herself. She hated herself, so much. And she sobbed because of it. She sobbed as loudly as she could, not caring whether Hiromi heard her or not, since nobody could match up her frantic scream of revulsion.
"Hiromi," Maachinai cried, pressing her palms stiffly against her ears, focusing on her voice as she could. "When…? WHEN WILL YOU STOP!"
Up the stairs, through her door, and on the bed, she curled up into a ball and continued screaming, ignoring whoever might hear her outside, to only drenching her pillows with tears.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU ALL!"