~Fake Peace~
...I bet your wondering what happened after that.
Maybe we opened up our hearts to eachother,...
Shared our deepest secrets,...
Bonded.
...We did no such thing.
I assure you, the next day, we went on as usual.
In the morning's,
he'd come and sit by the willow tree.
His movements smooth and flawless, he'd whip out his phone and text to god-knows-who.
I didn't mind, this way- there would be no akward conversations.
We wouldn't have to force ourselves to talk when we were clearly pissed we had to get up at 7am for classes.
I could enjoy the scenery, and be reassured by the sound of tapping keys that I wasn't alone.
And for some reason, without knowing it...
...he had made his place here.
We were both content, in this little world, we had created.
...But that was all a illusion.
I stared at it.
It layed on its side.
Hunched over, in pain.
It gave me a pleading look.
I could not return any feelings to it.
The class mumbled and snickered.
The door slid open, and blue waves engulfed the room.
He walked up behind me, and gave my desk an equally empty look.
"What...what happened...?" He inhaled.
I don't know.
I don't.
My desk was totally trashed, flipped onto it's side.
There were scribbles all over it, similar to an angry kindergardeners.
Despite that, they were sure to leave some of the words readable.
"...Die you bitch."
"Go to hell."
"Do us a favor, end yourself."
I looked down.
Such hollow pleads.
::Fake Peace::
"Kura...?" I glanced at her.
"Sore wa ii no yo...It's fine", she mumbled.
"But where are you going to sit...oh-?"
She looked up, a empty look in her eye's.
"...Kura..."
I watched as she took hold of the upturned leg of the desk, then with one, swift movement,
flipped it back upright.
The class who was mumuring earlier, grew silent.
Kura, who acted like her desk hadn't just been destroyed,
sat down without a word.
Her eyes lingered toward the front of the class.
I looked at her, and she only returned a quick upward look,
then slid her eye's back forward.
I sighed, and took my seat.
The teacher came in, and immediately gave Kura's desk an ugly look.
He did not question, nor did he ask what happened.
He simply scribbled something down, and begun class.
Later, at lunch we both ate under the Willow tree.
She silently ate her Onigiri,then suddenly stopped and sighed.
"...Would you kindly stop?"
"Eh? What?" I nearly dropped my lunch.
"Stop staring at me. I can't eat."
"O..oh! Sorry." I quickly looked down at my lunch.
She closed her eyes and started to take a bite,
but then she stopped.
~SIGH...
? ? I looked up at her.
"Something seems to be bothering you."
"Although i'm not in the mood to hear a sob story about your childhood...go ahead."
"Wh...What?" I frowned.
"Oh you don't want to tell me?"
"That's fine."
The Onigiri cried a bit as she took a bite.
I feel your pain there, I laughed to myself.
"Well...
I was just wondering why... you don't say anything."
She stopped eating.
"..Eh?"
"Well, what I meant was...they do all those horrible things to you, but you never do much about it."
She stared at her Onigiri.
"Should I...
...do something about it?"
I nodded. "Yes, you most definitely should."
She didn't say anything, but continued to eat.
She swallowed, and paused, then said
"I gave up."
"Gave up?"
She gave me an empty look.
"Yes. I gave up on that a long time ago."
But why...?
"There's no use in trying to talk sense into them.
It's just a waste of time."
She finished eating and closed her eye's.
I dont get it. I don't get it at all.
"Monkey see...monkey do..." she mumbled as she got up and walked off.
My chest stung. I wasn't sure if it was from worry, or a bad omen.
::Fake Peace::
I walked down the hall towards math, ...but was soon stopped.
Ugly troll's blocked my way. They smelled sickly sweet of flowers.
One in particular, with disgusting green hair stepped forward.
"Huhuhu..., look what we found."
"...A dirty little whore."
"What..?" I glared.
"Oh, you know...you've been quite buddy-buddy with Aioro-kun lately..." she examined her nails.
"..." I didn't dignify her with a response.
"Well,... it's been pissing us off." She looked up, and her green eye's met mine.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware you were his girlfriend."
"Oh right...your not." I blinked.
"I feel sorry for your little groupies too...or should I call them a fanclub? For blue eyes?"
Her eyes poured venom.
I grabbed my arm as I was tossed against the wall.
It hurt.
I looked up at the angry girls who crowded their way into the restroom.
" ...It's time we got rid of a nusiance", She laughed.