Thank you for all who favored and followed this story! Here's the second chapter and have a nice read!
[秋] : Fall.
Sawada Tsunayoshi wasn't a genius.
In fact, it was a total euphemism. You just had to look at his (atrocious) grades and attitude. The teenager had a perpetual looser aura around him and everyone could feel it.
And this also explained why Sawada Tsunayoshi was often subjected to racket and bullying. However, the boy had never tried to defend himself. Nor to complain to someone.
He just lived, day after day, bearing with his classmates' kicks and threats.
However, today was a little bit different.
"Say," one of his bullies suddenly said while the teenager was pushed in the ground and kicked until he couldn't even breathe. "What if we had a little more fun?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi widened his eyes and tried his best to get up, wiping the spit on his cheek and looked at the other teenagers with horrified eyes.
"Good idea," another boy approved while he briefly licked his lips. "What do you have in mind?"
"Don't you think that it's unfair that this looser has a cuter face than the girls in school?" the first mocked as he put his hand in his blazer pocket.
Brown eyes widened and looked with horror at the knife in the boy's hand.
"N-No!" Sawada Tsunayoshi screamed while he took the strap of his bag and threw it with all his might at his bullies.
The teenagers were surprised by their favorite victim's unexpected reaction, it was after all the first time that the boy had talked and tried to protect himself. Tsunayoshi used their surprise to escape and began to run in the town, panting with fear as he had noticed that the others boys were following him.
It was in those kind of moments that the brown haired teenager cursed himself to be so uninterested by sports. However, he got the forest that was around their town and realized with horror that he didn't know where to escape.
Nonetheless, he continued looking frantically around and finally noticed a small path in the vegetation. Tsunayoshi took it without any hesitation and ran until he arrived in front of old and moss covered stairs, the teenager didn't stop to ponder over why there were stairs in the middle of the forest and began to climb them, trying to put more distance between him and his pursuers.
He quickly got to the top, breathless and panting loudly, and noticed that the stairs actually were meant to go to a temple. It was clear that it had been abandoned for years and the wood was so rotten that there was only the rock altar left in front of the abandoned place that didn't have a roof anymore. Strangely enough, there was a mirror covered in dust and moss on the altar. However, his observations were soon enough stopped by screams and grunts coming from his bullies, and Tsunayoshi was startled by the sound. He stumbled over his own feet and fell right under the altar while the other teenagers arrived at the top of the stairs and surrounded him with threatening glares.
"That was quite a long run, Looser," one of the teenagers spat as he played with his knife. "You're going to pay for that!"
Tsunayoshi raised his arms in a desperate try to protect himself and observed with terrified eyes the threatening glint of the sharp weapon that would soon hurt him.
"Don't do it too fast," another boy perversely grinned. "Make it slow so he suffers more..."
The first teen nodded and moved forward his hand toward the terrified boy's neck. The latter was still on the ground and he faintly felt his tears run freely on his cheeks. He didn't try to stop them, observing instead the slowly approaching weapon.
He couldn't help it but he noticed the cold and dangerous elegance of the knife in the twilight dying light. But his survival instinct took the wheel in his hurting body so he tried to crawl under the altar and ended basking the back of his head against the rock. Tsunayoshi slowly raised his eyes and widened them even more when he saw the mirror on the altar totter with the impact and then fall with an unexplainable elegance. The brown haired boy felt a shiver run on his back and pushed away his bullies' heinous screams as well as the threatening glint of the knife while a single sentence echoed in his mind.
« Who dares disturb my sleep? »
Next chapter's tomorrow but until then, how about telling me who do you think that mysterious voice belongs to?