Sena hissed quietly in pain, large amber eyes filling with tears that trembled before falling and leaving moist trails down the boy's tan cheeks.
Blood seemed to mimick the tears, though in crimson. Sena put a steadying hand on his shaking knee and splayed his other leg a bit further to drag the razor through paper thin flesh that paled in comparison to the rest of his tan skin, having never been exposed to the light or other's gaze.
"Why..is it always me.." He whispered softly, voice pained and rough with withheld emotion. He again brought the small blade to his flesh and drew it down in a slightly curved line, leg jerking as nerves in his thigh spasmed in response.
"Fuck..why is it ALWAYS my fault!" Tears spilled in his frustration, and the ever-growing pool of gathered blood beneath him began to dry. The alarm clock on his desk ticked slowly, seeming to mock him and his need for silence. For all the taunting and accusing voices to stop, to just leave him alone.
Eventually the narrow dark tunnel that lingered on the edge of his vision dissipitated, leaving the dim light of his ceiling fan to sting into his retinas, forcefully jerking him back to reality and the world of the living.
Sena's expression turned from self-pity and rage to despair and sadness. Ignoring the throbbing emnating from his thigh, Sena hurriedly pulled back up his gym shorts over his dark green, now slightly crimson boxers, scurrying around his room for a rag.
Discovering his salvation, the boy took it and began scrubbing furiously at the bloodstain, halfheartedly brushing away the hot tears that still leaked from his expressive amber eyes.
Sena jumped and tried to calm his screaming heart and its frantic pace, tossing the rag onto the still visible stain before jerking his checkered blue and green comforter over it.
"Who-" The teen cursed as his voice cracked, he cleared his throat and tried again,"Who is it?"
"Sena, hun?"A soft voice questioned from the other side of the only thing barring her from a horrendous sight of blood trickling down her son's shorts.
"Um, yes." Sena chirped back.
A suspicious huff resounded from the door before his mother knocked again,"You're going to be late for school Sena! Be downstairs in five minutes and ready to go! I have to leave for work, and if you aren't in the car by then you have to walk!"
Sena blinked, glancing at the clock he had previously despised and let out a groan of despair, pulling off his nightshirt and making a wild dash for the closet. "Be right there mom!" But his mom had already retreated to the kitchen.
Sena pulled off his stained shorts and decided against changing his boxers, throwing on his school uniform hastily and dashing out the door and running through the kitchen then out the backdoor dashing down the drive and into his mother's car, which was an easy feat considering his supernatural speed.
Five minutes later found the short teen standing looking forlorn and hurried, an old chevvy puffing away from the curb behind him. Mamori immediately swarmed on him, ruffling his already impossibly messy hair and smiled warmly down on him.
"I thought you weren't going to make it, Sena!"
Sena flushed happily and began walking with her up to the school,"Um, Mamori neechan?"
"Nani?"
A swarm of boys cut him off from his childhood friend. Sena sweatdropped and looked up at the towering upperclassman, mentally cursing his vertically impairedness..nessness...
Mamori flushed and put a hand behind her head, embaressed. "U-um, excuse me..I really need to get to class now.. if this is about joining the American Football team, please talk to Hiruma kun."
The mob instantly froze, paling and scattering in different directions screaming the horrid devil-recincarnate's name in despair and terror.
Mamori blinked owlishly before returning to her shorter friend's side,"This should make Hiruma kun happy, all these people wanting to join the team I mean.."
Sena had to mentally remind himself to keep his jaw shut, or he would catch flies. Sometimes Mamori's innocence astounded him, then again, that's probably the only thing that had kept her his friend this whole time. Sena smiled sadly, not seeing Mamori's concerned glance before she grabbed his arm, smiling cheerfully, and dragged him through the school doors.
