Chapter five- The tormented.
The end of the day had finally arrived. The boys and girls met up after class.
"Nice going, kid," Rin teased.
Kisa glared at her, not up for the jeer.
"Okay, sorry," Rin apologized quickly.
Kisa sighed. "No, I should be saying that to Hiro. It's my fault hat we've both got detention. Me and my stupid big mouth!" She scolded herself aloud.
"At least we agree about something," came a cruel voice. Hiro's.
She bit her lip under his harsh scrutiny. "Stupid girl," he muttered before going over to the boys.
Akito watched the whole exchange with a great wide smirk upon his face. Aw, young love!
Hiro noticed his facial expression. "What?" He asked almost hotly.
Akito's gaze was jerked to the younger boy. "Oh nothing. I just think you and Kisa deserve what you got, that's all."
Hiro would have glared if it had been anybody else, but it wasn't. It was Akito and Akito alone.
Akito turned his gaze away with a small "hn."
Hiro looked away himself, his eyes landing on Kisa. She was talking to that stupid idiotic girl with brown hair. He felt his cheeks heat up in anger.
Kisa blushed when she caught him looking. Tohru finished what she was saying, hugged Kisa, then ended by telling her, "Don't worry, Kisa. I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think it will be."
And with that, she left.
Hiro growled under his breathe. How dare this girl- this outsider- tell her such a thing!
He grabbed Kisa's wrist, pulling her off to detention with a gruff, "Let's go."
Needless to say, poor Kisa was blushing the whole way.
Mrs. Uziaki had gone home, as today was Mr. Burūto's day to oversee detention.
Mr. Burūto was not a kind man, but rather, he lived up to his name Brute.
He was a tall man, possibly in his forties. His black hair was washed with bits of grey and white. His older face was always held in a severe fashion, as if he'd never known or thought to smile a day in his life, though the picture of a woman and child would tell anyone that this man was once a family man.
"No talking," said the man mildly. He felt in a good mood, but they both knew that even a very small thing could snap him.
Kisa gave a sad sigh, feeling as though she was fading inside her involuntary silence. And Tohru didn't think it would be this bad...
Hiro's eyes were fixed firmly on the young girl. What's her problem? He found himself wondering.
Half of him wanted to know what was wrong, so he fix it, whether it was beating someone up, or just giving her a much needed hug. The other half of him longed to tell her to suck it up, that it was her fault that they were in this mess, in the first place.
"Stupid girl," he muttered towards her.
She stared at him, her eyes wide in hurt. Mr. Burūto chuckled sadistically at that. No help there.
She closed her eyes away from both man and boy, wishing two things; one, that she'd never spoken to Hiro, ending her here, and two; that she wasn't in love with Hiro.
Hiro felt bad; if Mr. Burūto laughed, that COULD NOT be a good thing. He made a quick mental note to apologize after detention.
But until then, he found himself staring down at his desk, unable to risk a look at the girl's small, pale face. All he'd find there is hurt, after all.
He frowned. He really hated it that she was the one and only one who could make him feel guilt. It truly wasn't a pleasant feeling, especially for a sophist boy such as himself, because even then, there was no clever argument for him to come up with.
Hiro continued to glare at the desk. Kisa's so stupid, he thought lamely. I hate her so much.
But he could tell that he was just trying to convince himself of that.
You're such an idiot! he scolded himself mentally. Falling for a girl like that... Truly an idiot.
He put his face in his hands, wishing the world away. And I hate you for it.
Detention got out an hour later, much to Burūto's, Hiro's, and Kisa's delight.
Kisa just wanted to get away from both boys before they made her throw up from melancholy at their insults.
She was almost away, before, "Kisa, wait!"
She stopped, eyes wide at the knowledge of the voice's owner. "H-Hiro?" She whimpered, suddenly feeling so small compared to him.
"Yeah," he muttered, somewhat out of breathe from chasing her. "I-I'm- I- I'm s-sorry," he stuttered out. "It was c-cruel of me to h-have said that."
She turned around finally. And what she saw surprised her. He was staring at her, his eyes pleading and sad, begging her forgiveness.
She smiled, her world bright and happy again. She walked over and hugged him just like they were kids again.
Iniationly, he was taken by surprise, his arms awkwardly wrapping around her after a moment. Kisa felt like gasping. She hadn't expected him to hug her back!
Despite the obvious sensation he was experiecing, he said, "Um, Kisa, we should probably get going soon, or they'll start to wonder where we are."
Kisa released him as a faint blush stole across her face. Hiro was pretty red himself.
"Mind if I walk you home?"He asked.
She shook her head, hoping it wasn't too eagerly. "No, that'd be great!"
He proceeded to grab her hand and walk off the school grounds. After a moment, she feigned a gasp.
Hiro frowned, stopping. "What's wrong?" He was almost gentle.
She bit her lip cutely, "You're hurting me," she lied innocently.
He paused, releasing her wrist. She smiled apologetically at him, while also smiling at her sweet release. With that, she took his hand, and began leading him.
Hiro inwardly groaned when he finally realized what had happened. She'd tricked him into releasing his guard, so that she could sneak under his border her way.
He smirked. Tricky tigress!