Lonely Book Reading [Closed]

Cozy on a couch with a book in hand, but much too distracted to bother reading it, his eyes wandered the walls, ceiling and windows. There was nothing going through his head except the usual arguments and random reenactments of things he could not change. He often found it silly how his mind worked. On several occasions, he caught himself dreaming of the impossible, and by impossible, we’re speaking of vampires, werewolves and superpowers. And what person in their right mind would think a world like so could be considered beautiful. Those were evil things, deemed so by churches and whatever other religious beings, though things like that weren’t important. He liked dreaming of the “evil” creations, they were amusing, delightful and sometimes sexy. Whatever their form, they could bring a smile to anyone’s face.

Always unable to find that comfortable spot, Shou kept moving, crossing and uncrossing his legs, tucking one beneath him just to untuck it; legs straight out, spread eagle, waiting for the next victim to trip. A half smile curved his lips, where were his victims? The commons were awfully quiet for this time of day. He looked to the left, head propped in hand, staring at the empty tables and chairs, but crystal eyes wandered; trying not to make it obvious he was searching. His head twisted in his hand, examining the other side. Yep, completely dead and quite lonely; a sigh escaped his lips and he looked down at the book in hand. Already halfway through it, he couldn’t remember a damn thing about it except the main characters were two, very annoying lovebirds – people he’d like to slap upside the head and yell, “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Maybe a little blood bath afterward. Eyes shifted, unamused. Today was going to be a long day.

Kaimu walked into the Commons still wearing a frown. He went and plopped down on some random couch and looked around the commons. There was a older male in the room also. Kaimu went to open his mouth then closed. He sighed before shaking his hair attempting to get the bangs out of his eyes. He then turned to the man. "Hello." He squeeked. He winced at the high voice. He sounded like a girl. He sat his bag beside the couch before slipping off his shoes. He then tucked his feet under his legs and faced the older man once more. "What's your name?" He said trying to prevent himself from squeeking again. He hated when he did that. He pulled out some random homework and then decided against the thought of doing it and slid it back into his bag. Kaimu yawned softly and untucked his legs before leaning against the arm rest.

Without realizing it, he had gone to staring out the window, watching the leftover snow and ice melt, wishing spring would come. Winter had become a drag; he was drained, perturbed, and ready for it to end. He just wanted to sit outside and bake in the glory of the sun, soaking up the sounds of the birds and the rustle of the leaves in the breeze. If the ground weren’t so wet, he’d probably go now and freeze while lying in the half dying grass… Eyes shifted, head turning in sync at the sound of a voice interrupting his dream. Brow cocked, accentuating the natural, “angry” expression he wore and that’s all it was, natural. Everyone though he was pissed or upset about something, but really, it was always just lost in thought.

His gaze flicked to the book in his lap as he closed it over his thumb, marking the place he left off, not that it really mattered. He would have to start from the beginning to make any sense of it. “I’m Shou,” he said softly, the corners of his lips turning up to prove he was in a good mood, “and you are?” Icy blues moved back to the blond and his elbow came to prop against the armrest, chin settling in hand.

Kaimu winced when the other took on a expression of anger. He hadn't ment to disturb him. He sighed. "Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrup you or anything!" He said quickly. Kaimu frowned but it was quickly turned upside down when the older one smiled slightly. He smiled back in a friendly way. "I'm Kaimu! Nice to meet you Shou-san!" He said grinning happily. He pushed the earlier encounter out of his head and focused on Shou. He grabbed the strap of his bag anf began to fiddle with it. Kaimu shifted his position on the couch and laid his leg across the couch so he was laying on his stomach with his feet in the air and his head supported by his hands.

Kaimu eyes shifted to the outside and watched it blankly. He stretched his arms and yawned tiredly. He briefly wondered what his mom was doing. He hoped she was doing well. Kaimu pulled his Ipod out of his bag and began to scroll through random songs.

He wasn’t angry; it really was just how his natural expression laid. No curvature of the lips unless called upon, no happy glow until given a reason, it was just the way he was. In actuality, he was one of the nicest people around; it just took an extra step to make it come out, a step he was usually unable to make. Approaching strangers was too difficult, the paranoia inside would chase him off before he could look twice and his demeanor made it difficult for others. The only time he was able to open up to others was after a few drinks, he was everyone’s friend then, no matter the person.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Kaimu,” again he flashed his sweet smile, hiding the nerves he was starting to feel. Even when it was someone else to approach, whether in mere conversation or a handshake, Shou’s mind withered away, questioning what the other’s true intentions were. What is he thinking? Does he want to rip me down like the rest of them or does he just want to be nice? Though he battled those thoughts too. Nah, he’s just trying to be nice. He doesn’t mean any ill will toward me. Maybe we’ll end up being friends. This was how his mind worked, constant swirl of worry and hope, not to mention the randomness that popped up out of nowhere and you better believe they were random.

Lost for words, blue pools lifted to the ceiling, counting the tiles in pairs of tows, his still smile lingering happily upon his lips. Legs uncrossed only to cross again, left ankle upon right knee and he set his book aside. If he didn’t put it down now, he would begin to fiddle with the pages and covers, possibly tearing pieces away in his anxiety. He looked back down at Kaimu. “How are you today?” his voice sleek as is slipped past his lips. Yeah, it was lame, but he was horrible at small talk. It was the best he could come up with until the conversation flowed better.

Kaimu smiled back. He was glad he hadn't angered the older boy. He didn't want any enemies. Nope not at all. Kaimu looked up at Shou. He must have been lost in thought for a moment cause he realised he was staring at the ground. Kaimu must be suffering from lack of sleep or something. He was getting more tired lately and often went into a fantasy. This never happened as often as it did now. Kaimu then realised that Shou had asked something. "I'm doing well today. A bit tired though. How about you?" He asked happily with a broad smile. He stretched his arms feeling his elbow crack. He sighed in relief. It had fallen asleep on him. He studied Shou with a careful eye before smiling once more. His thought were racing so fast even he couldn't keep up with them. And he was the one thinking them!

He reached up, swiping his bangs from his eyes as he watched Kaimu. It was quite apparent the boy was barely here, or possibly tired, which he knew all too well. Aching limbs, heavy eyes, wanting to sleep but unable to; it was his daily routine. As his hand came back down, he flipped his wrist up, flashing the black watch before his eyes. Curfew was coming soon, but he wasn’t reading to lock himself in his room, this couch was much too comfortable.

He shrugged, unsure of his current mood. He wasn’t happy, sad, anything really. There were no words to describe his feelings at the moment; content may have been a decent one. Today, his mind was flowing freely, sifting through the bad, good and in between. Thoughts of the past, perhaps an imaginary friend or wild fantasy, whatever it was, none of it mattered; he let his mind do as it pleased.

“I’m well, I suppose,” he shrugged again. “Though I wouldn’t say the same about you,” he pointed out the obvious exhaustion of the boy through a chuckle.

Kaimu laughed quietly as he flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He could just fall asleep right here. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall and groaned. It was almost curfew. He still needed to do his homework and send a email to him mom. Kaimu guessed he wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. Nope, not much at all. He yawned and stretched once more. He really needed an energy drink right about now. That or a nap. A long nap. He watched the clock lazily. "So what grade are you in?" Kaimu asked tiredly. He was not a fan of awkard silence. He grabbed his book and began reading while listening for a reply. He wasn't really a small talk kind of guy but it was much better than awkard silence. Kaimu eyes read the page quickly. He was a fast reader and seemed to finish the books fast so he ended up rereading things just to keep himself occupied half the time. He was tempted just to fall asleep right there and not wake up till next week or year for that matter. "So damn cold." Kaimu muttered. He didn't like being cold.

“I’m a sophomore in college,” gah, that made him sound old. Though he was far from it, he counted the years as they went by and watched the aging process on his body. He had always looked young; many mistook him as a high schooler, which annoyed the hell out of him, yet when he looked in the mirror, someone else reflected back. The person staring back wasn’t him, he had no idea who he was, but it didn’t matter. He knew who he was inside, yet too timid to show his real self to the people around him. Perhaps, one day, he’d learn to express that side of him. For now, he’d remain content, hiding those parts of him.

His gaze wavered, realizing he had drifted to Neverland and he lifted his head from his palm. Black bangs swayed as he shook his head, returning to the conversation, “Heh, sorry. I’m assuming you’re in high school?” He said meekly. The boy looked young, to him at least, but really, that meant nothing. He had the exact problem and assuming was the improper thing to do. He should have just asked what grade, but it was too late now. Blues wandered away from the boy and he chewed on the inside of his right cheek, paranoid by his choice of words.

“And, eh, I think there may be a blanket somewhere?” He stood up, setting the book upon the armrest and let his eyes wander from couch, to tables, to the TV area. Slowly, he stepped away from his (yes, it did belong to him, in his mind, he always picked this particular one) couch, Where would they keep a blanket? His hand lifted, right index finger finding its way to his lower lip to help him chew upon it. Damn, no blankets? His eyes flashed to the clock, curfew was approaching. Maybe he should escort him to his room? The boy was tired and cold, after all, but that would seem weird, Hi there, we just met, so take me to your room? Those days had escaped him, sleeping with random people for the sake of curing his loneliness, though that was hardly his intention. If it happened, it happened, but there was no mission for it tonight.

His anxiety fired up, he continued to wander, searching for something to keep the boy warm. Somehow, he was always best at freaking himself out. Trying to hide it, he peeked over his shoulder at Kaimu, “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to find anything.”

Kaimu wanted to groan. Was everyone older than him? He watched Shou drift off. He stared absent-mindly before hitting his head on his knee. How rude.. Just staring at a person....

"I am a sophomore in high school." He said staring off into space. He heard rustling around and noticed that Shou was was looking for something. Kaimu soon saw things moving fast as his pupils moved extremely fast. He only did this when he was on the brink of passing out. Kaimu eyes stopped when the older one mentioned blankets. Kaimu shook his head. "Its okay.. I'll be fine.." He said closing his eyes before shaking his eyes and digging his nails in his left palm.

Kaimu looked up in surprise to see a young women walk in. She was older then himself by the looks of it. He smiled. "It's perfectly fine." He said his smile never wavering. He stretched wearily and wished that ge could just transport himself to his room... Make life so much easier if he could. That and he could get some sleep. If he could put down the book. He felt a bit more awake now though. He tore a piece of paper out of a notebook that he had grabbed from his bag. He began to doodle for the fun of it. He had some talent in drawing just didn't like to do all that much. He really wanted to get back to his reading but figured he shouldn't. Not with people around. He continued his doodling and ended up with a bunch of hearts. He felt like a teenage girl in love. He wadded up the paper and stuffed in his bag. He turned to the women once more. "So.... Whats your name?" He asked awkardly. Go being anti-social!

Wow, young, He felt a little better about his assumptions. There were times he was good at reading people, but most of the time he was a blundering idiot in that department. It was one of the many reasons he let others come to him.

Shou shrugged, giving up on his search for the blanket. Kaimu reassured him he was fine, though it was obvious a blanked was still needed, but there really wasn’t much to be done about it. Eyes shifted around the room, taking in the elegantly painted walls and plush furnishings. He was lucky to have entered such a prestigious academy. Only the people with money, which he definitely didn’t have, were granted permission to this place, he would be forever amazed he received a scholarship.

His hand slid along the armrest as he plopped back down upon his couch and a sweet, melodic voice rang in his ears. His gaze shifted to the girl and he greeted her with a smile. He knew the feeling of being somewhere else all too well and a light chuckle escaped his lips, “It’s quite alright and it’s nice to meet you Ami, I’m Shou.”

“I’ve been attending since my first year of high school,” he smiled happily. As out of place as he felt with his thrifty clothing and dollar store supplies he definitely loved the Academy. Most of the people were nice, with the exception of the rich brats that made it their duty to point out one’s flaws. All the teachers made sure their students understood the day’s lessons and even offered their help in areas of the psyche, qualities which were his favorite. He even enjoyed the lavish décor and would often get sucked into a random painting as he passed through the halls, in turn making him late for a class here and there. The teacher would scold him, but no severe punishment would occur, though depending on the teacher he secretly wished for a scolding. Wait… what? A reasonable question would be how on Earth his mind wandered to such a lewd topic, yet this was typical of him. Black locks fluttered as he shook his head, attempting to return to the topic at hand.

His mouth opened, nothing escaping except his silence as his eyes wandered to room to bring him back to target, only to be distracted again. Blue pools focused on the newcomer, book in hand, and then shifted to the book sitting next to him on the couch. Originally, that was his intention for the evening, resting in the quiet, nose tucked in his oh so boring book. Really, he should just have just gotten rid of the thing and replaced it with something new, more interesting, but it needed to be read to the end. His eyes rolled at the annoyance beside him before returning to the girl, mouth still slightly open.

“Yeah... since high school, I happen to be one of the few lucky people to receive a scholarship,” he smiled bashfully. He wasn’t always proud of the way he got to attend, but he wouldn’t deny it either. “There’s so many people here, so it’s not surprising I haven’t, but I don’t think I’ve seen you before. How long have you been here?”

Kaimu felt his eyes slowly drifting shut as the other two talked. He was out before he knew it. He opened his eyes quickly when he realized he had fell asleep. ”AHH!” He squealed as he fell off the couch and onto the ground. A soft thump was heard as he fell. ”Sorry I fell asleep.. My name is Kaimu.. Nice to meet you.” He said from his spot on the ground. He was more awake at least. He noticed there was another one here and smiled his way just in case. It didn’t hurt to be polite after all. Kaimu didn’t want to get up cause he was a bit lazy at the moment so he just laid on his stomach as he had fallen like that. Although it did hurt like hell. He supported his head on his elbows and let his gaze switch between the two. ”I’m been attending for about… umm.. Since like first year of high school I think.. Not sure.. Heh..” He said blushing slightly.

When Shiro heard a thud, he lifted his head up from his book. He was the two guys and the girl he saw earlier, and one person was now flat on his stomach laying on the floor. He covered his mouth, trying not to let out a burst of laughter. That would be embarrassing. Closing his book, he noticed that the person on the floor didn't stand up again. Oh. Is he hurt? Or just lazy? He wondered, pulling out another book from his bag; the other one got too boring for his interest. Smiling, he flipped open the second book, losing interest already. He just had to scan the pages then he had them lodged in his memory. Bringing out his iPod, he put his headphones in his ears and put it on shuffle, not being bothered about what song was on. Shuffling around in his chair, he sat there, head in hand looking around at all the people talking, staring and just sitting there like him. With nothing better to do, he stood up and started to wonder around a little bit, some times miming to the song he was listening to if he knew the words, which he almost always would.

“You would think most people would see it that way, wouldn’t you?” His eyes shifted to the floor, a meaningless smile curving his lips. “Unfortunately, I did bust my ass to get into here, even with… a few stumbles. It’s quite amazing I received it,” his gaze flicked back up to Ami and he leaned against the back of the couch, head rolling to the left.

He wouldn’t go into detail, he couldn’t. During the time he was working for the scholarship was the beginning of his late night escapades. At that time, it was still minimal, only on the weekends, though those few times did cause a few flunked tests and missing homework, which he made up for later. It wasn’t until he arrived and started the new year as a freshman in high school that his alcohol induces nights became a regular thing. “Friends” were not a hard thing to come by when illegal substances were in play. Perhaps that was what kept him coming back to the parties, “friends.” Though the steps were steep and the bottom of the stairs continued into nothingness, he was never alone and his loneliness was cured. Well, until he came down from whatever high he was on or whoever was satisfying him at that time.

Just like the substances he used, he did the same to people. Others enjoyed his company like he let waves of the sweetest energy anyone could taste and he took full advantage of it. He wasn’t much for one night stands, though they did happen. He jumped from person to person like it was going out of style. A couple weeks, perhaps a month, but as soon as something better caught his eye; he moved on and crushed the poor heart he was with. Eventually, he learned to set them straight, Don’t fall in love with me, I will hurt you in the end. It didn’t help, they all did it, fell in love, which could have been the deciding factor of why each “relationship” crumbled. Or it could have simply been they did not fill the void well enough. No matter what, none of them lasted. To this day, even though he found the right path, he believed all of his relationships would die because he was, and always will be, a heartbreaker.

His memories and thoughts rolled through as he continued on, “A new student, huh? It was a very good idea to start a few days ahead, even I get lost a times in this outrageously large place.” He shared a gentle smile and before he could continue a thud and Kaimu’s voice echoed in the commons. Brows lifted, slightly worried and lips parted for condolences, but a fit of laughter came out. He definitely didn’t mean to insult the poor boy, but he couldn’t help himself. “Are you alright?” he said as he leaned forward, still chuckling.

Kallen walked slowly into the large room with her tote bag hung loosely over her shoulder, resting against the blue jacket she wore. Her shoes tapped against the tiles with every slow step she took and her skirt wafted slowly with her. The thoughts of her previous school still rang through her mind as she slid her bag onto the ground to drag behind her. Glancing down at the crumpled paper she held in her hand, she read the simple words that seemed to somehow make her cringe with hate.

Never knows best

Still holding tightly to the paper, Kallen let the strap of her bag go and stood still as she read the three hateful words. However, the sound of laughing and talking suddenly interupted her and she jolted from surprise. Over towards the other side of the cxommons area, a group of students were around what seemed to be a blond girl who fell off of a couch.

Hmph...what's with that girl?

Yet, at that moment, Kallen noticed as the blond shifted, that "She" was actually a "He".


Oh my god--!

Kallen crushed the paper in her hands further and fell onto the floor with a loud THUD. With much ado, the bag that was with her spilled out onto the floor, revealing what looked like colored tablets of some kind, car keys, and numerous cell phones. Kallen crawled hastily over to her bag to shuffle her belongings back inside, but other papers also flooded around her and made the mess worse.

'No! No! No! Not now! Not now! It's happening again! it's happening again!'

Kallen's thoughts ran rapid as she heard other students in the commons chuckle and whisper among themselves. And then...

Another fit happened.

"WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU STARIN' AT? KEEP THIS UP AND I'LL BREAK ALL YOUR PUNK-ASS NOSES!"

Hearing all the shouting, Shiro looked up. He saw a girl on the floor, her belongings all over the floor and her shouting at everyone. He turned around and started walking over to her, taking his iPod headphones out. Swiftly, he bent down next to her and frowned.
"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. Shiro knew what it was like to get laughed at or talked about. It was one of his daily occurances.

Shiro started picking up some of her belongings and slid htem swiftly back into her bag. Picking up anything that was left, he stood up and held out his hand "C'mon," He mumbled "There's no need for you to shout. Just ignore all those lazy bastards. They find it funny to talk about people or laugh at them when they actually need help. There's no fun in that, I say."

Ami reached out towards the Kaimu to try and help him back onto the couch. He couldn't stay there, it couldn't be comfy there surely, no matter how at peace he looked. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed another student entering. Before she could pull Kaimu up, the student started shouting.

"No! No! No! Not now! Not now! It's happening again! It's happening again"

What... what's happening, is.. is she having some kind of panic attack. The girl had dropped to the floor. Had she tripped? Or was she ill? The boy who'd been reading had rushed to help. Thinking quick, she pulled Kaimu up onto the sofa, she didn't like being forceful and she wasn't the strongest of people but the young girl looked quite angry, as much as Ami wanted to make sure Kaimu got to bed, the girl looked like she needed help. Though Ami wasn't sure what to do, she'd never encountered anyone like her. She knew it was a bad idea to come to this school, she had no idea how to handle people.

She hesitantly got up, ready to walk upto the girl to see if she could make her feel better. The girl started shouting again.

"WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU STARIN AT! KEEP THIS UP AND I'll BREAK YOUR PUNK-ASS NOSES!"

Ami automatically held onto her nose. She's not talking about me? Is she? Ami had been looking in her direction. She walked towards her, the boy had collected almost everything up, a container of tablets had rolled under a chair. She picked up the bottle of multi colored tablets and handed them to the girl. She didn't know how to make her feel better, she wished she did, but she'd had no experience in comforting people. "Are those chlorine tablets?" Ami smiled at the girl, reaching her hand towards her in a gesture to try and help her up.