Ren watches Gakushuu intently, like he is a documentary he needs to study - perhaps even more intently than that. He watches the way his friend's hair shines in the light, watches the bag bounce happily away on his friend's hip, watches the crisp uniform barely move in the passing breeze.
He also watches the vacant expression on Gakushuu's face. He doesn't look stupid, oh no - his face holds none of the vacancy of an idiot. His eyes are still sharp - still attentive - but something seems so far away about him.
Where are you going, Gakushuu?
His friend - his bestie - pauses at the school gate where E-Class files through. No one makes an acknowledgement of Gakushuu's existence. Until, that is, the blue haired boy pauses for the slightest second, his hand brushing over Gakushuu's, and even though Ren is an entire block away from them, he can feel the electricity sparking between them.
It's enough, he thinks, to power the world for a lifetime.
Words seem to fail them. They look at each other, with only pain and longing and things never said. Then the moment is broken, and Gakushuu is left behind, the blue haired boy engulfed into the path of life that the school has given him. Suddenly, Gakushuu walks away, calm and composed as ever, never breaking an inch, never looking back.
"Is that him?"
A voice breathes behind him, and he turns, instantly putting his guard up. It's the headmaster, whose eyes linger on his retreating son's back. The head looks out of breath, almost straggled - but that's not possible.
No. No. Ren will not humanize this... this monster. "You did this," he whispers, enjoying with a savage pleasure the shock on the head's face. "Never forget that. You did this. You destroyed him."
Meanwhile, Gakushuu has disappeared, and Ren can't help but feel he's disappearing in more than the physical aspect.
