**TOSHIRO SHINTARU **
"Right! Now, the weather's getting hotter! All of you need to be wearing your summer uniform!..." The summer uniform is a simple Tshirt. However, one student is not following the school rules....Mitsuru Fukuyama...
"Make sure, you're in your correct uniform!" The Bell rings, and everyone began to pack their things.
"That's the bell! Class dismissed!"
As the two, from the back, get up from their seats, Sayuri asks Mitsuru about his uniform.
"Hey, Mitsuru! Arn't you hot?..."
"Why do you need to know?...Isn't it obvious?..." Mitsuru says bluntly, but I'm sure he had a different idea in his head when he said that.
"I was just asking...You never show your arms at all." I could sense that Mitsuru was feeling uncomfortable.
"You don't need to see them..." That's when he walked away from the conversation, and Sayuri chased behind him and said. "Huh? Why not? You weirdo!"
I was heading to the door and wacthed them both exit the classroom. I thought for a moment and looked at them for sometime. "Mitsuru!" He turned around, and his eyes looked so...tired. I needed to talk to him, I told him to come back to the classroom so that we could talk.
"You're trying to waste my time, arn't ya?..." He responded.
"That's not true. You know clearly well that it's summer..." I folded my arms and began to transform into my interrogation mode.
"I know!" He groaned as he rolled eyes at me.
"Then why haven't you changed into your summer uniform?" He stayed silent for a while, his eyes were shifting back and forward. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. I sat on my desk, impatiently.
"Well?..." He finally spoke.
"It's in the wash..."
"Oh! It's in the wash! Of course! Why didn't I think of that? I'm sorry! I wasted your time!..." I smiled happily.
"Uh..."
"But you will wear it tomorrow..right! " Now, his face looks lost and confused. He isn't planing to come clean and tell me the truth.
"What?...Did your brain expire?!...I'm not stupid! Tell me the truth, what are you hiding?!" I'm pushing this kid to confess. I can tell by his body language that he's being pressured. He's sweating, he's pulling his sleeves down, and his head stood low. But I can see his eyes, in full shock, screaming "What do I do NOW?!"
"Tell me!" Mitsuru continued to shiver...Until. .. he suddenly stopped. He looked up, picked his bag up and started running.
"Mitsuru! " I yelled as I grabbed his shoulder.
I understand what this kid has been through. It makes sense to me, that after what happened to Mahiru... He has changed...though it might be hard, to start over again but has to take the courage to write his story and move on. He has to accept himself, no matter what he's going through. Accept your faults...Because that's what makes you who you are...Nobody is perfect...
♠I myself am not perfect. I'm lonely. Full of scars. But despite all of that. ....
I can stand on my Own.....♠
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"Mitsuru!" I yelled as I grabbed his shoulder. He tried to break free and pushed me away from him, with a look in his eyes that I would never forget. His eyes looked fierce, like he was strong enough to take down a lion...but he would be too sad...to do so. He was a weakling inside, afraid of danger to others...more than he's afraid of danger for himself.
I let him go...And he walks out quietly like he's a ghost...
**HASHIBA MAEHARA **
It's finally lunch Time! I'm sick of studying day and night! Just can't wait till summer vacation starts! However, I don't know where I heard this from...but apparently, we'll be going to a trip soon.
"Oh!" I suddenly grasped my attention to Mitsuru, who was walking in my direction....Except. ..He walked right passed me before I could say "HIIiii...." I said in an awkwardly tone. But then I noticed that Mitsuru isn't wearing his correct uniform...Why? ...
Instead of talking to him about it, I let it go...Because I'm not wearing mine anyway....
A few hours later
**TOSHIRO SHINTARU **
"Come in!" I said to Mitsuru, who's standing by the door. I called him over to the staff room, which is empty, so that we could continue our talk. "You know...Don't you?..." I didn't expect him to say that as soon as he came in. He didn't look as nervous as he did before, but instead, he had an unexpresioned face. I looked at him and sighed.
"Listen...I kept your secret...you can trust me..." That's not true....I could leak his past and personal information whenever I'm pressured to reveal it...Then I will..without hesitation.
"Show me your arms..."
"I won't." He said in a very demanding tone. He had no intention to reveal anything, he wants everything done his way, but I won't allow it!
"Why?! Why won't you show me?!-" I cut my speech, as I looked at his face. He looked so angry, but in a state of demand. I didn't know what to do...
"Oh...." His voice sounded cold...Like the breezy wind in the snow fall. His whisper, was deep and sinister.
"...You want to see...my scars..." He slowly grew an evil smile, as if it was slowly slitting his face. To be honest, it scared me...
"...Then I might as well show you my whole body..."
That's what he wanted,...He wanted to scare me, to leave me shaken and frozen, by whistling of icy breeze.
But what he just said, got me wondering...did he really hate himself that much, that he would hurt himself all throughout his body?...If that's the case..I have to call social services.
"...Remember this next time...My tongue is a weapon...Locked and loaded...When you least expect it... you won't know whats comin'..." He said as he walked away. But I expected it, and I wasn't gonna let this slide! I grabbed his arm with my strength and ig pulled his sleeve upwards, ripping the button off. I did it so fast that I didn't realise what I was looking at until, Mitsuru reclaimed his sleeve down to the original place. His arms were full of scars, his skin looked distorted, it was burned in some places as well...it didn't look...normal.
I thought it understood everything he went through...but it guess I was wrong...
"...Did.." This is a sensetive question to ask right now, but I wanted to understand his past more.
"..Did your sister...knew about this?..." Silence. He didn't reply. He definitely resembles a ghost. I thought for a while and decided to leave the question unanswered.
"You don't...do it anymore...do you?..."
"...No..." That's good. I know he's not lying, and now I realise why he's so insecure about anyone knowing about this, they would just stare. "Alright...you can go...I won't tell anyone... I promise..."
He stood there, stone cold, until he looked up.
"I don't. ..Look like a monster...do I..?" I looked at him in shock. I can see his eyes, they are full of sadness and fear.
" Of course, you're not..." He looked down and slowly walked away.
♠CYCRCYRYCYRYYRCYRCYCRYYRC So many things happened! I can't explain the feeling.
HATERD IS OnE oF tHEm! I HaTE hEr! ANd NOw I hAtE MYsElF! I cANt dO THiS! iTs tOo hARd!....I thought I was StROnG...yet the smallest things are...KiLlInG me...♠