wild skies, wild lives ((HARA))

And all of those nights,

Spent alone in the darkness of
your mind!

'Oh carrrroottttt-top.' A young man's voice split the tense silence. He called him that again. Kyo's tongue pressed hard against his teeth in the effort not to swing around and punch him but it was hard. A group of guys were already surrounding him and singing the words 'carrot top' as loud as they could and drawing as much attention as possible and Kyo was about to break. Fists clenched, eyes narrowed he turned around and his lips twisted into a smirk. They stopped. "Say it again." The words were quiet, and sounded forced. Kyo, at first, thought they would stop and leave him along. Carrrootttt ttoopppp.

Kyo snapped. Lunged forward with his fist, the unsuspecting young man got an injury to the mouth and was sent sprawling on the ground. His friends yelped in surprise and lunged at him getting battered at the sides he turned around and was grabbed hair and clothes wherever he could, swinging his fists and missing. The other young man had gotten up and fled, bleeding at the mouth and within five minute the brawl was stopped by the history teacher. 'KYO! You and your... brawling buddies had better head to the nurse. You have detention today, tomorrow, and the rest of... two weeks.' She snapped, turned on her heels, and escorted the ones that were most injured. Kyo was only bruised.

Angry, broken, and beaten, he stalked along the hallways until he leaned against a wall. He was too dizzy to tell where he was. He had managed to convince the teacher that he was fine, but he was indeed hurt. And infuriated. Kyo was muttered swears to himself as he kicked the wall with his bruised feet. He ran his fingers through his hair and slouched down the wall. The bell rang. But he didn't move. He didn't care if a teacher came and yelled at him. He was tired. And mad. And looking for someone to yell at him some more. As a matter of fact, he might as well look forward to it. It was fun, to him, to get into yelling matches. And then get punished. He liked seeing teachers exasperated.

Give it up, Let go,
These are things you were never meant
to shoulder!

Tagged: HARA < 3
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Comments: Love ya < 3
Credits: PinkRose made this.