Boys For Hire!!

PlayBOY!

Both Shiroi and I stop in front of the ivory school gates. Bystanders of the school population look at us in confusion, but I'm practically use to it by now. I roll my eyes and turn on my heel to dismiss Shiroi.

"You can go, I'm good now." I ruffle his hair and he gives a little giggle as he twitches his foot around nervously. He gives me a stellar grin before skipping off. Once he catches the eye of enough of the crowd, he knowingly turns around a blows me a kiss.

"Ahhhh!? What's going on??"

"Is he the otaku's boyfriend?!"

"Maybe that's why she hasn't necked herself yet."

After that last line, there's a vibration of laughs and giggles radiate through out the bystanders, but all I do is turn my hood up and keep moving. To be honest, all I'm worried about now is those boys destroying my house...

***

The school bell rings and I'm released from yet another day of prison. What a cliché right? It probably would've been if this didn't happen...

I'm standing in the middle of the litter covered courtyard in abstract horror as a certain playboy foreigner plays his stupid has piece of wood with a piece of string.

"He's so good at violin...! Do you think he's an exchange student?"

"He looks like a foreigner, his hair is so different too!"

The boy playing the violin's eyes sweep over the crowd until his icy green's land on me. The melodic classical Mozart ceases and everyone stares on in fascination. He gives me a smile.

"Hey babe. Ready to go home?"

Everyone looks around in a hurry to locate who he was directing his greetings too.

"He must of been talking to me!!"

Cass, one of the girl's in my class jumps forward with a grin. She bounces up and down so basically everyone can see her Victoria Secret lingerie under her extremely short skirt. Her bleached bun doesn't move an inch, probably due to the dozens of hair product factories that went down trying to supply her with products. She waves her phone around, jingling the millions of friendship key chains she has.

"Your so lucky Cass!"

"Go on! We'll see you tomorrow!"

Her friends cheer her on as she walks up the boy. Well, might as well slip out. As I try to walk past, the boy sets his icy green sights on me. "Where do you think your going without me hun? Tryna' ditch me?"

I roll my eyes at him, much to the disdain of Cass. She ducks away in embarrassment and throws me a quick glare. At least she's decent enough to leave without trouble.

I stare at the foreigner in annoyance. "f**k off, Haruo."

"Still a charmer today, aye babe?" He picks at his nails with his pinky and moves to follow me when I start to leave school. "Ya' know, Shiroi came back this morning in a real good mood. Think you could show me as much love you showed the brat for once?"

I stop in my tracks, my fingers twitching. I can feel the skin between my eyebrows wrinkling as I turn around to face Haruo.

"Isn't Shiroi your friend?"

"Me, friends with that air head? Get real. He's gotten everything in life so easily, living it rich, he's never grateful for anything either. He's never had to work hard in the real world a day in his life. The brat could us-"

His face turns to a harsh left as my hand connects with his face. I pull back with no regrets.

"If you wanna keep talking about Shiroi like that, fine, go the f**k ahead. Just don't do it in front of me. I, in fact, like Shiroi. Even though he's a bit stupid and twisted in the brain, he's a good guy. He just wants to protect everyone, and even though your being the shittiest person right now, I'm 100% sure that Shiroi would try and protect you too." I whip around, angry. My probably only and one friend in the world is being back chatted by someone he thinks is his friend, I can't just let it go like that. "And that s**t you said about him 'living rich'? You get f*****g real. Your born where your born, it's your choice whether to face it and make it better."

I keep walking down the street and I hear Haruo growling behind me. "f*****g bitch..."

"Haven't you heard the saying?" I shove my hands into my pockets and yawn. "Talk s**t, get hit."

***

I arrive home and rush up the stairs, eager to get back to finishing more anime. When I reach the top of my bleached wool stairs, I hear a crash.

"She's a b***h, she's an absolute spoilt b***h!"

"Don't talk about Chi like that!"

Another crash.

"Stop it you two!"

"Your destroying the girl's figure case!!"

My ears prick up as I whip around and trod quickly down the stairs. My figurines!! Those figurines... He bought them for me...! Those figurines... are special... I keep them in a glass cabinet underneath the TV, mum treasures them too because-!

"Stop it, I don't wanna fight you!!"

"f**k off you little brat!!"

When I get to the brick doorframe, it's already too late.

A crash.

A shatter.

It felt as if I'd been stabbed in the stomach and that a basketball has been lodged in my chest.

The cabinet which had held my prized Osuami figurines had toppled over, the glass shattered into mound of transparent white on the crème carpet. My eyes well as I stagger towards the cabinet which looked like nothing more then a mound of wood now.

"Oh you've done it now asshole."

Katsu grimaces as he pulls Haruo away from the mound on wood, which I presume he backed up into. Katsu glares at the playboy under his black fringe.

I collapse onto the cabinet. "Poppa.... Poppa..."

"Jesus Christ, now look at what you've done." Masashi straightens his glasses as he surveys the mess. "That's coming straight out of our bank account."

"Sorry... about... your figurines, Arian Chiseki... Haruo went out of control..." Naozumi tiredly apologises on the couch, his black-purple hair swaying softly to the side as his blackish eyes land on mine, before returning to their normal sleepy glaze.

Naoyuki sits up from his slanted position beside Naozumi. "I agree with my brother that Haruo was the main villain here," Haruo starts to eject but Naozumi cuts him off. "But we were all equally responsible, we shoulda' stopped 'em." He swipes his auburn hair to the side to keep his left eye unseen, and his blackish eyes sweep over me apologetically. Probably pitifully too.

But one boy in the room catches my attention more then any other boy in the room.

"Haruo...." I scowl at the blonde haired boy. "You taunt and exploit yourself at my school... And now this...? Do you really hate me that much!?" I scream at him, my voice levelling like a banshee's. "Do you hate me!? Do you want me to kill myself?!? Do you want me dead? Is that what you want?" My throat becomes sore from the yelling. I grip the cabinet even harder then before to restrain myself from ripping the playboy's hair out.

"C-Chi!! Stop that!" Shiroi becomes scared from looking at my hands, water welling in his eyes.

I look down and see that the glass from the cabinet in cutting at my hands. The small glass shards stick out of my skin like thousands of little crystals, blood making them look like the finest rubies.

"Is this good enough for you!?" I hold my hands out in full view in front of the boys, so they can see my skin. "Is this what you wanted...!?"

"Stop that, Chiseki!" Katsu yells at me as I slam and smother my hands back into the shards of glass.

"You i***t woman! Stop!" Shintaro grabs me from behind while I kick and scream. I feel my foot connect with his knee. Although he falters, he doesn't let me go.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?" I hear my mum's voice and fall limp.

I see her head turn to the shatter cupboard filled with figurines. "M-Mum..." I sniffle, still being held by Shintaro. "I-It's broken... Poppa's figurines.... Their broken..." I say to her, voice breaking and snapping between words. "I-I'm sorry..." I slip out before losing consciousness.

***

I walk up groggily. When I go to prop myself up, a sharp pain goes through my hands and I let out a loud yelp.

"Y-Your up!" A face whips towards me in worry. It's Haruo.

I glare at him, and turn around, bringing up the sheets and ignoring him.

"Hey, don't be like that-" He says sarcastically but falters and his tone starts to become more serious. "I'm sorry about your figurines... I-I mean your dad's..." I hear him sniff. "Your mum told us those figurines were your fathers before he... U-Um, well I guess that's why your an otaku right? Ahaha...." I shuffle, hoping to muffle his extremely insensitive words out.

"I-I'm sorry... again." He lets out a sigh. "I never knew my parents, so I guess I envy you a bit even though only have one, you still have a caring mother. I never had those in the houses."

My eyes widen and I sit up, feeling a tad sympathetic. "Your... a-"

"Foster kid." He gives me a bit of a sad, side smile. "I dunno, I've been moving from house to house since I've been a kid, so I don't remember my parents very well." He sighs again, leaning back on his elbows. "You're very kind, even though you don't think you are, Chiseki. And I don't absolutely hate Shiroi... He's just... He never says thank you... And he's ungrateful as fu-"

"That's not true." I lightly punch him in the shoulder, squinting as pain shoots through my hand again. "I don't think you know, but Shiroi treasures you all. Your all his precious friends. I think your focusing so much on how ungrateful other people are, that you don't consider yourself." I huff, leaning back on the bed. Haruo looks down on the floor, ashamed.

"Gimme’ your hand."

"Huh?"

"Just give me your f*****g hand." He reluctantly holds out his hand and I softly take it in mine. "I hope that one day... You'll see me as a friend you'd be grateful for..." I shut my eyes, feeling the warmth from Haruo's palms resonate on mine. When I open my eyes, I look into Harou's. His icy eyes had seemed to transformed into a deep, beautiful vibrant green. Softer.

"And I hope," Haruo takes my hand gently, avoiding the bandages. "That one day I'll become a friend you'd want to have by your side." With a 'chu', he kisses my bandaged hand softly.

I laugh at him and he slants his eyes. "You already are, dumbass."

His cheeks pinken slightly and I feel as his hands become hot.

"C-Cool..."