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Chapter Five:

Snow fight

Realization slapped me in the face.

I blinked my eyes and shook my head as the images faded away from me briskly. Pulling away from the girl's touch, I glared back at her confused expression then trampled away. What the heck was that? I wondered if I still must be tired from this morning's events. It was certainly weird and somehow I didn't want to find out what it was or why does it appear to me.

What ever that was, I remembered that my mother was calling from within the building but I wondered if I could trust such a rusted old place…

I wonder what the heck she was doing in such a place anyway and why?

Why, I thought, why?

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It was recess when I decided to even ditch that and hang out in the rebel's secret hide-away which was where I go to ditch classes. There were other people there and I was glad Katoki wasn't around. He must be looking for me but I don't care. Sitting back on a crate box, I watched the TV with no interest whatsoever. It just came to the news report of that Natsumi Horinama's death. I shivered, remembering her letter and hoped that it was miles away from me.

Sitting back and enjoying my peace, I was distracted by the large amount of noise spring about and around me. Grunting, I sat up and stared at the mass of freaks. I'm amazed no one could hear us down here…

"Oy, you spilt my milk!"

"What?"

"You spilt my milk, dude!"

"The fuck? Who the hell here drinks milk?!"

"I do, who else?"

"Well, you're a total freak!"

"I know you are, but what am I?"

"Shut it!"

"Make me, dude!"

I blinked my eyes bored to see two guys arguing near the sink. They were both class-skippers and one of them had milk spilt on their t-shirt while the other one was holding a cigar. They were both glaring and I decided to just ignore them until they begun to fight with one another and cause such a fuss and mess in the hide-away.

Their fight soon begun to get out of hand and everyone was soon joining in fighting with everyone whilst I moved out of the way most of the time. Other time I had to punch or kick someone out of the way in order to have enough room to move.

I guess I kind of made a dude angry enough to turn around and kick me in the stomach for punching him in the head. I stumbled but held my ground and reacted back in punching him across the cheek. He flew and knocked into another fighting boy and soon they both ganged up on me. I took this chance to grab the nearest object in hand and throw it at one of their faces. It hit and made the dude fall back onto another guy.

Is it just me or do they just keep adding on?

Taking the chance again, I shoved someone back to knock them over and dashed towards the ladder. I was quick on my toes to reach the top and shut it close, and then made a dash out of the room. If you're calling me a chicken, I'll gladly make you reconsider.

My cause is, is that it was just too small to move around and there is no way I would fight in such a useless affair.

So for the whole entire day, I decided to ditch classes and hang up on the roof top when the bell rang for everyone to get the hell home. I sat up from where I was lying and moved to head down the long quiet steps when the door flew open revealing the three guys that I had attacked before. They smirked finally able to find me whilst I took steps back to make sure they didn't grasp me so easily.

If it's a fight they want, I'll gladly accept.

"Found you, punk" smirked a dyed blond head with spiked hair.

"We're been looking for you" an emo looking one added.

"You screwed my face!" the last of the three cried who had red streaks in his long shoulder length hair.

I blinked calmly, so what?

"You're gonna die, bitch" the leader cried bring out bats and iron pipes as they swung it around happy.

I guess they were kind of disappointed by my still unchanged expression so they came at me ready to swing. Oh come on! When I was young, I had taken Tai Kwon Do, martial arts and Tai Chi lessons because of my mother who suggested men should grow up to be a hunk. Er…I didn't mind her weird imagination but I did mind the fact that she would even allowed me to fight with other people…

I chuckled and defended myself.

If you know exactly how to block an iron bat or pipe with the right force and angle, then you were sure to reduce any physical damage to you. Meaning, you can block the attack without it hurting you that much, and I learnt that from my crazed Martial arts' Sensei. Blocking the iron pipe first, I kicked him back and twisted my body to spin kick the coming blond wielding the bat. The emo one came at me with a pocket knife and I grasped his wrist then twisted it out of his hands. With him still in my grip, I spun him around and kicked him to the ground so that his arm was twisted behind his back and he was kneeling with my shoe plastered on his back. The other two scrambled to their feet and exchanged glances.

"You want some more?" I asked grinding the emo boy down to the ground more with my leg. I heard him grunt and mumbled that I was a show off but I paid no mind to him.

The snow soon came down and by now, everyone would have left the school. I shivered because of the cold and decided to get this over and done with so I could get home. But apparently, my visions begun to blur and my head became dizzy. I titled my head, trying to figure out what was wrong until I felt a solid cold object knock my head and caused me to fall backwards.

I didn't make a sound…

I never did, never cried out before, never asked for help, never will…

I hit the ground and tasted the sensation of the cold snow. It was tasteless but I shivered and spat it out as I sat up holding where the new bump was. It was huge…wet too and I realized it was blood but my visions didn't permitted me to see straight.

I received another attack to the neck and skid across the floor to the other side of the fence. Slamming my back, I held in the stinging pain and turned my head to see three shadows shading me. I could tell they were smirking and had murder on their minds.

I couldn't move, my back was stinging and my head pains wasn't going to help and even if I tried to fight, the thought of winning was at a low end due to my blurry visions. Must be from not sleeping properly again.

I saw them, raised their weapons high enough to knock me out but a sudden voice struck the air breaking the silence and the situation.

"No, please – stop!"

I blinked and turned my head, feeling the blood trickling down to my shoulders now, I guess I passed out before I could try and see who had broke the atmosphere.

Huh....short chapter.....dang, I'll try and write more then....well I'm off---thanks for reading and remember to review! I have no idea why I wrote two dudes fighting over spilt milk...I just needed a fight to start so Kizu could see a certain someone...uhuh uhuh