- What the?.. – I cried out in horror, almost dropping the fifth chupa-chups for the last ten minutes. – Geese, Sou-chan! What the hell happened to you?
I've been cursing myself the since the yesterday accident all night long. And the alarm rang as soon as I finally closed my eyes, or at least it seemed that way. I was really, really, incredibly suspisious of that guy. Disliked him from the start. He wasn't good. He was dangerous. You definetly can't trust someone with that kind of mug.
And now I've come to just hate him. The moment Sou-chan entered the classroom. I am – goin' to – kill that guy...
He glanced at me and sat down as if nothing happened. Br. I thought I 'd just felt cold for real.
- It's that guy's doing, right? Who is he, dammit? A fucking sadist? – I glance over the band-aids. – Man, Sou-chan, I can't believe it! You're a pure mess! What's with this whole business?
- It's none of yours, Kio, - he snapped quietly.
- Yes it is, - I objected, hitting the poor table with my fist. – I do respect secrets and privacy and all that stuff, but it's not the case if they're going to kill you! Just look at yourself, you idiot! If you can't even be responsible for what happens to you, then…
- Kio, - he glared at me. If looks could kill… - I assure you that I am quite aware of what is happening. It's you who aren't. Now please get over it. End of conversation.
I definitely didn't like how the conversation started, but this bandage thing got to my head, and I couldn't stop.
- No it's not! You know how they call this stuff? 'S called masochism. I beg you, Sou-chan. If you care about my nerves even a tiny little bit, stop this! Your sight is hurting my eyes.
- Kio, I'm not a masochist.
- Liar! How would you explain this then, huh?
- You understand nothing.
- Oh please, Sou-chan! This stinks for a mile! He's hurting you!
- He is the master I live for.
- WHAT?
- He is my Sacrifice.
- I don't understand a freaking thing you're talking about!
- I said you wouldn't.
I couldn't get why was he so calm. Okay, this time he didn't just freak me out, he almost gave me a heart attack! The better I understood this guy, the more I wanted to talk him out of this. I knew he wouldn't give up whatever it was, but it was just so wrong! Whatever it was. Whatever it was supposed to be. It was making me sick, and not just because I cared for Sou-chan. It's just gross – hurting other people on purpose, gross and cruel and just not fair! And surely it made me twice as angry 'cause it was Sou-chan. My friend. No, really – I'd never spent that much time with anyone else lately. It was always him, his thoughts, his time, his feelings that were on my mind. He might think he doesn't need friends – but not anymore. Not with this freak tearing him up like this. As hell I'm going to let him go now. He needs me, I thought.
My thoughts were interrupted by sensei who'd crept into the class silent and unnoticed and was now asking for attention.
- I can't leave it like this, - I whispered to the blonde. – I swear he'll pay.
If looks could kill, I would've been a piece of frozen meat five minutes ago. Thank God they can't.