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☾▵Cʀʏʙᴀʙʏ▵☽ With a trembling smile, Kiyoshi nodded silently at his words and even rose up a hand for a peace sign. He… Was a kid though. Everything about him screamed that he was nothing more than a scared little kid that didn’t want any trouble. Was that hard to believe? No, it was the truth. The last thing he could ever want was conflict. He ran far far away from all forms of conflict and thought there could be a passive way to avoid trouble. Unfortunately, it looked like his reasoning was flawed.

He did literally everything in his power to avoid getting beaten up, but instead attracted more attention to it. He tried to do their homework. He tried to be a punching bag. He’s tried everything- Nothing worked. Nothing could pull him away from the life of hell that he’s been living in. Offering his brains, money, body- Nothing. Nothing worked. A villain in this world was bound to be trapped under lock and key until he rotted away without a single memory to remember him by.

She was going to see him in class? God, he sure hoped so… Kiyoshi had a bad feeling that he wasn’t going to make it out alive after… After whatever he wanted with him. His day had been full of unwanted surprises and such. He just wanted it to end.

❝S-sorry… I-I can’t help but cry… ❞ Those kind words made his stomach twist. Keitaro’s words were so sweet that it made his heart hurt with heartburn. His lies were seriously too much sometimes. It was the same as offering a hand outwards to someone who needed help and then cruelly ripping it away. He wished it would stop. This pain he felt was awful. No more… Please, no more-!

Nodding, the boy simply waved a shaking hand towards the girl and bit down on his tongue to stop himself from crying out for help. She couldn’t get involved- No way. There was no way he could sit there and allow such a nice person get hurt like this. She deserved a better friend than him anyway! Why did she even care? This was… Bizarre. No one had ever cared for him like this. She was a HEROINE. A true heroine.

Now being forced away from the warm light, he imagined himself walking closer and closer to the edge of the cliff that lead to the pit of despair below. He was going to fall into it headfirst. He knew that but… He was scared. Scared? No, that wasn’t the right word… TERRIFIED. He was terrified to jump off and end up into the never ending nightmare below. He didn’t want this- God, he didn’t want this!

And just like that- He was shoved off the cliff and into the opening of hell that was reaching for him. He could see the hands shooting up from the pitch black darkness and wrapping around his body- They consumed him and yanked him down to-

To the ground.

Hitting the ground violently, Ono let out a startled gasp and started to cry harder when his shoulder made a cracking sound from the way he fell. Collapsing onto it, he used his free arm to grasp onto it with pain. It was probably dislocated and not broken- But it still hurt like a bitch. When he made contact with the trashcans and such, they fell over and coated him with trash from that day. Leftover food, discarded papers, and a few other random objects. One of the bags must have had an old calligraphy pen in it from the art class and cut his hand as he landed on it ungracefully. Blood and ink seeped out from the palm of it and the tip was forced into his skin. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt- IT HURT. Even though his hand was impaled in the center, he made no movement to rip it out since he knew he’d get in trouble for holding onto his arm in the first place. He was supposed to sit there and take it- Not bitch about the injuries.

❝I-I-I-I’m s-so sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry-!! I’m sorry-!!!!! ❞ Shouting back at him in a mantra of apologies, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to protect himself from that expression of anger. He didn’t want to see it- He really didn’t. That hideous look of disappointment and rage made his blood run cold. He didn’t want to-

His eyes snapped open when he felt the sudden pressure be forced onto his leg. A muffled scream ripped through his throat and he swore it was going to snap in half. His apologizing got louder and louder until his voice cracked and sounded hoarse. ❝I’M SORRY-!! I’M SORRY. I’M SORRY!! Y-YOU’RE RIGHT! YOU’RE RIGHT I’M SORRY-!! N-NO… NO ONE LIKES ME- I’M SORRY- I’M SORRY PLEASE STOP-! P-P-P-PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU-! IT’S BREAKING- MY LEG IS BREA-❞ His voice gave up. All of his screaming and crying made it so raw that it felt like he was swallowing knives.

“Ugh, just seeing that made me feel gross how can you live with yourself like that.“

Was… Was he right? Was that right? Was it alright? Was that the right answer? This ? How can he live with himself? Why was he- Why? How? Huh? He was gross. He was disgusting. He was pathetic. The bully was right. How could he live with himself? He was such a bother. He bothered everyone. It’d be better for him to

disappear

right?

His leg would have a dark bruise forming on it and he was sure that it wasn’t going to go away for a while. Part of him wished that the other would break it in hopes that the shock would make him pass out. No one would beat up an unconscious body, right? It was… a thought he wished didn’t happen. Who wanted to pass out? No one.

All the life was wiped out of his eyes as he laid there in the filth- Where he belonged- and stared at him like a corpse. His will to fight back had vanished by now. Only the feeling of pain was left. Why should he even bother? He was right, after all.

Ono’s face was covered with tears, snot, blood, and absolute pain. His brows were knit together as he shifted his dull eyes to look up at the bully for the first time in a while. He was right. He was so right. This was all his fault. He just needed-

Punishment.

Nodding slowly, he let his pitiful excuse for a living person be talked down to again. In his mind, he was collecting every word and eating it up like it was the sweetest candy he had ever tasted. ❝… Right… I’m sorry. I-It… Won’t happen again. Please… Please beat me up as punishment… Nn- ❞ Clenching his teeth when his hair was grabbed, his body was raised up like it was nothing. His scalp was tearing and he could feel some of his hair come out- But it was fine. He deserved this.

❝ Matsumoto-k-kun… is the best. T-thank you… ❞ His voice was soft like a whisper as he thanked him for beating him up. ❝I-I’m sorry for c-c-causing you trouble… I-I’ll gladly ta-take your punishment.❞ Like a broken doll, he simply let him do whatever he pleased. But then, he had a different thought pop into his mind. Even though he deserved this… What if… What if it stopped? The bullying, the troublemaking, the lies- If they stopped then… ?

❝A-actually… Matsumoto-kun… P-Please… Please just kill me. I-I… I don’t want to be- I don’t want to cause anymore t-t-trouble… Please… ❞

Here Keitaro was in some crummy alleyway beating up a guy who can’t even defend himself. It wasn’t like he ever wanted to be the bad guy but life had given him the hard hand of making him have something wrong. An idiot with limitations that made things that should be simple seems like an impossible task. While this kid who could probably do the impossible just falls over and sobs so pathetically. It made him want to puke wondering if there is a god why would it make them so flawed like this.

The sight of blood did nothing to stop him if anything it filled him with amusement watching such an intelligent guy gasp and plead. Till the life and will to fight escaped him only laying there like a good boy before being picked up by the hair. His grip tightened as the doll began to apologize for all the trouble he had put the other through. Then like a switch, there was an almost thankful look, it was gross how much it amused him that Kiyoshi would begin to thank him. As if he honestly did deserve to be treated like the scum of the earth. Though that amusement was quickly escalated as soon as the kid asked to be killed.

“Kill you? You want me to kill you?” A snort escaped him, releasing the teen’s head practically dropping Kiyoshi as he holds his side as a cruel laugh escaped him. It was loud and boastful as if the kid had just told a hilarious joke to him. One of his hands moves to his face as tears of laughter was in his eyes. Then his expression turned into a mix of amusement and disgust before reaching down to grab the kid by the throat. Examining the kids face it was quite a sight with blood and snot from being tossed into the trash the male’s hands covered in blood and ink from the supplies. The leg was likely bruised up, but Keitaro made sure to avoid actually breaking it.

“Are you truly so selfish that you only care about yourself and not others? Is your will to live truly that weak? You’re pathetic!” He barked, lifting the kid up quickly by the throat watching the male flail. Before suddenly slamming the kid against the wall as he tightens his grip. His eyes narrowed with anger and rage as he uses his free hand to punch the other harshly in the gut, releasing the Kiyoshi’s throat just grabbing his hair again. Yanking it up so that Kaitaro can get up nice and close to the teen. Watching the way the male’s eyes glistened with tears as snot and tears fell down his face.

“No, I’m not going to kill you cause that would be a waste when you actually do help me out. And I’m not about to get myself thrown in jail over your punk ass having a suicide wish.” He noted, a small click of his tongue resounded as his words hinted at his annoyance of the request. He may have no issues beating the other up but murdering him would be a waste and only make his own life harder. “You’re such a coward.”

If the kid wanted to kill himself it would not be by Keitaro’s hand nor would he allow Kiyoshi to try it in front of him. Even if he did beat up and bully the kid if the other died then he will have lost the one kid who aces all his math work. Also, he kind of liked messing with and trying to ‘toughen’ up the crying teenager. Or maybe it would be more proper to say it made him feel good about himself. Releasing the kid's hair finally he noted the slight hair tangling in his fingers from how hard he had grabbed. Clapping his hands together to clean it off he looked down at his chew toy.

“And also apparently have the attention span of a nat, did you forget about the little promise I made to Ashikaga-san? Or maybe you don’t really care about her, did you just enjoy having attention like the crybaby you are? Wonder how she would react probably be pretty upset and hurt, but then you definitely don’t seem to care.” He mused, seeming pretty done with beating the kid up. His hands move into his coat’s pocket pulling out a cigarette box, he knew smoking was bad for him, but it had become a habit. A horrible habit that he hated and been trying to get off ever since started in middle school.

Grabbing a lighter from his other pocket, he puts the cancer stick into his mouth and lights the end protecting it from any stray wind. Sucking in the smoke slowly feeling the way it burns on its way down its throat and lungs then puffs. His eyes looked over at the kid for a second then moves the lighter closer to the kid. A slight smirk on his lips when flame singed some hair and the teen reflexively pulled back. Closing the lighter he puts it away as he got an idea, it was a terribly unhealthy idea but hey might as well continue this little game. Grabbing the end of the cigarette he takes another long breath savoring the burn.

Looking at the kid, he takes it out and blows the smoke right had the teens face before turning the cancer stick around. “I think I’m done messing with you, why don’t you take a smoke? Then I’ll give you the homework I have and pretend none of this happened, and we can go be good buddies. No more of this 'kill me' nonsense.” He offered, a smile evident on his face even though it was a transparent lie that they wouldn’t become good buddies. If they became friends, then it will be harder to try and extort the teen’s intelligence, especially since knew if this teen for even an ounce of pride it will become dangerous.

Kiyoshi was dangerous to be left alone especially with that weirdo friend of his but as long as Keitaro took down that barrier and sense of any self-respect. The male will continue to be his prey and his meal ticket to his dream.

#pleurnlchard #Violence TW #Bullying TW

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maximegloria-blog · 8 years ago

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Keitaro had no idea why the class babysitter was suddenly hanging around Kiyoshi nor did he care to cause trouble with her. If anything it felt really low that this punk kid was even getting her involved. Especially when the teen should know that they have little ‘chats’ after school quite often. His painful grip loosened when it seemed teen got the hint to play upon his lie, watching the girl’s face shift into show and disbelief. It was obvious that she didn’t believe it but as the smaller male pushes her hand away and moves to his side he grins. As practiced the small male wrapped an arm around him as if they were good friends releasing the arm of the other and placing a hand on the male’s shoulder.

“See? Don’t worry he’ll be fine, he’s not a kid you know despite how he looks.” He joked, knowing that there was no way this guy could deny him now. He wasn’t about to lose the one kid who can do his math homework with perfect grades like this one could. Those brains were going to help him reach the stars, as her expression shifted to hurt as the teen brushed her off. The larger teen decided to smooth things over just a bit, “Hey don’t worry! You’ll see him in class tomorrow, promise, now excuse us we have somewhere to be.”

Glancing down he noticed the tears and feign concern, “Hey why you crying? Geeze, you cry over the smallest things don’t you Ono-kun?” His voice sounded familiar and almost friendly, even if Kaguya had her doubts she can’t force the teen to come with her. So she was forced to give up at this point, watching her let out a small sigh she crosses her arm. Staring at them both intently she sends the taller male a dark glare.

“Fine then,” Her eyes look at Kiyoshi who was in tears and obviously didn’t want to do this and she looked saddened. But if she tried to press she was at a disadvantage and likely it will only degrade the situation. Getting her into a fight with someone she couldn’t physically fight against even if she wanted too. She would be knocked right on her ass easily as she didn’t lift any kind of weights or do any kind of physical training. It would only serve to scare Kiyoshi away from her as it might fill him with guilt if she got hurt and she knows when to fold. So she sighs, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow then...”

With those words, Keitaro Matsumoto began to steer the smaller teen away from the blond girl making sure to hold the kid close to his body. Just in case the guy got any funny ideas to suddenly start running after such a display. That was humiliating and likely the girl was going to question him about it later if anything and likely didn’t buy it. As soon as they were out of range he suddenly shoves Kiyoshi to the ground right against the trash bin. Earning the resounding clash and clank of trash falling over though there was no sympathy from him. Anger showed on his face as his temper had peaked after such a lousy display.

“What kind of acting was that?! She obviously didn’t buy it since you started the freaking waterworks! Are you trying to make her like your guardian or something, what kind of man are you?” He snapped, revealing some of his true colors in his suppressed anger and annoyance at the kid. Wondering how low was the other willing to go to try and be protected first that weirdo kid and not even Kaguya? Ugh, it disgusts him that the kid had ALL of this intelligence yet he doesn’t do a single thing with it. If he had that kind of ability he would use it for the better. It was such a waste that a pathetic kid like this was gifted.

“News flash, no one can help you out of this situation but yourself but no one actually likes you enough to even care. Because you’re just crying your eyes out like some damned kicked puppy it’s gross.” He continued his verbal assault leaning over he looks down at the teen he just threw against the trash bin. A sneer clear on his face as he goes to step on one of Kiyoshi’s legs slowly increasing his weight on it to show just how pissed off he was right now. His infamous temper showing its head just for this kid, “Ugh, just seeing that made me feel gross how can you live with yourself like that."

Though he made sure to avoid breaking a bone, after all, he did promise Kaguya that she will be able to see this kid the next day. And while he may be some ‘scum’ who bullies the kid to do his work he at least keeps to his promises. So he will avoid at the least doing enough that the kid in the hospital but he can definitely beat him up quite a bit. Removing his foot off of Kiyoshi’s leg he crosses his arms as he smirks seeming to be enjoying himself now.

“Anyway, I just wanted you to do all of my math assignments though maybe I should use you as a personal punching bag. To teach you from getting any ideas of leaving school early when you know I’m going to be dumping my work on you. You know it just makes things harder for you.” Even though he has already started to use the other as a personal punching bag anyway even when unprovoked. But he enjoyed having an actual reason a lot better than when he didn’t as it felt so much more satisfying. And it gave him something to channel toward the other which always got the message across at how serious I was.

“But hey, at least I promised Ashikaga that you’ll see her tomorrow so be glad I’m going to make sure you have no serious injuries. Aren’t I nice?” His voice was almost mocking as he reaches down to grab the other's hair to yank him up. “Now, what do you say for causing everyone so much trouble?”

@maximegloria

☾▵Cʀʏʙᴀʙʏ▵☽ This girl was… Very kindhearted. She didn’t know him at all and yet, she was willing to give him the help he so desired. For as long as he could remember, he has always been alone. No one bothered to give him the time of day or anything. When he fell, he was left. When he lagged behind, he was abandoned. When he was beaten, he remained down. No one ever offered their hand to him like she was. She… She must have been a genuinely good person. He had no idea that real people could be kind like her. Heroes and heroines were… fictional. That was what he believed but- Here she was in the flesh. A true heroine.

He wanted to break down and cry with joy from her treatment of him. She believed in him and didn’t think he deserved the bullying. It was like a breath of fresh air or a light peeking through the clouds. Even though she was rough around the edges, she was kind. A small smile pulled on the corners of his lips for a split second before he was told off again. Did he really stutter that much? Oh, he didn’t mean for it to make her anxious! Ono nodded his head in agreement but remained silent just in case. The words “I’m sorry” were on the tip of his tongue and ready to spill at any moment.

His hideout was literally an abandoned warehouse on the bad side of town. It was in a restricted area, so he had to climb over fences and crouch under bridges and such. It was probably close to half an hour away from their school, but he would rather run there than to suffer here with his classmates. No one wanted to go to the bad side due to the crime and drug problems they had. Being lucky, he never ran into any trouble. Only someone with a death wish would want to chase after him at the invisible line that split their town in half.

At the question, Kiyoshi bit down on his bottom lip and blushed. He held the bag close to his chest and swallowed hard. ❝I– ❞ He inhaled deeply and tried to stop stuttering. ❝It’s really embarrassing. They make costumes for me and… They’re really degrading… It’s a bunch of cosplay outfits, I think. I don’t… like it. ❞ He had to speak slowly to make sure his words didn’t get tripped up. But yes, they would dress him in female school uniforms, cosplay, and even maid outfits. To his horror, they took pictures as well.

Going quiet again, he simply started to walk slightly behind her as they tried to leave. The small boy flinched at the sight of Mamoto coming closer to them and instinctively hid behind Kaguya. ❝Hiiiiiiii-…!! ❞ Letting out a high pitched whine, he smacked his hand over his mouth and began to panic. He didn’t want to be hit. He didn’t want to be hurt-! Mamoto was… Was seriously scary. He was “popular” because he knew how to manipulate people with his smile but- But his true nature was rotten. Rotten to the core! Kiyoshi knew from the moment they met that he would be trouble. Besides… Only serial killers had facial hair like his!

Complete dread and fear overcame his features as tears welded up in his eyes. He was visibly shaking and was close to grabbing onto Kaguya’s arm to hide- Which he often did with Sashihara. With a shaky gaze, he looked left and right for possible escape routes. The chain linked fence was always an option… Or he could run back inside and hide in a bathroom stall- But, that probably wouldn’t work. Maybe he could just agree to go with him? He didn’t want to hurt this heroine who decided to help him.

❝ U-Um… M-M-M-Mamoto-k-k-kun… ❞ His stuttering got at least ten times worse now that he was in fight or flight mode. His face had turned as white as a piece of paper by now. Images of his fists making contact with his face started to flash through his mind the longer he stood there looking at him. It felt like he too, was imagining beating him. ❝H-H-Hanging… ❞ Hang? Was he going to- ❝Um- I-I’m t-t-terribly sorry… I-I forgot! W-we- Nn- ❞ Oh no. Oh no. No, no, no, no no no no no no no- He couldn’t let this happen!

Shocked and confused at their words, he eyed both of them nervously for a brief moment. Then to his surprise, each of them latched onto either one of his arms and tugged like children fighting over a toy. While he whimpered and tried to fight against the scene, he realized there were only three options for him to do.

What should he do?

Go with Ashikaga-san Go with Mamoto-kun Abandon both of them

GO WITH MAMOTO-KUN

Squeezing his eyes shut, Kiyoshi decided to go with Mamoto. It would be… far easier to deal with him than to watch Ashikaga get hurt because of him. Life was easier this way, for sure. He knew it wasn’t the best situation for him but… There was no way she would get in trouble because of him. His brow twitched a little, but he ended up placing his hand on hers and pushed it away hesitantly.

❝H-he’s right… M-m-m… Mamoto-kun and I a-are best friends. Um… I-I need to talk to him, you k-k-k-know? ❞ He looked like he was going to throw up. Just feeling the squeeze on his arm was enough to make him gasp out with pain, but he tried to blow it off as a cough. There was no way he could deny him, right? This was… This was how the world worked.

With an apologetic smile, he pulled his arm away from hers and wrapped it around the bully’s to show their “friendship.” Since they were so close, it wouldn’t surprise him at all if Kaito could feel his heart getting ready to burst out of his chest from his nervousness.

❝H-He’ll be q-q-q-quick… W-we can… We can talk tomo-tomorrow, okay? I-I’m sorry, Mamoto-kun… I-I completely f-f-forgot to hang out with you. L-L-Le…Let’s do it now. ❞ He was digging his own grave.

In contrast to his small, forced smile, his eyes were filled with tears as they spilled down his cheeks. He was so scared he was on the verge of passing out. His head felt faint and he knew that something bad was bound to happen.

#pleurnlchard #Bullying TW #Violence TW #[ Good lord ]

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