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Chapter 8 - Dark Alley

Sometimes, what we wish for never works out. Even for the smallest bit of attention it should be given, are we being too selfish?

Today is the clean-up schedule for Nathan. Which he knew no other children would share. Well, they're bestowing all their duties on him. The skinny young man swept the floor, cleaned the drawer full of garbage, and also swept the floor. His sleeve was deliberately rolled up to avoid the stain. Sweat rolled down his forehead because he had done everything alone. If he doesn't comply, he will be punished tomorrow.

Out there on the football field, some students are busy playing with other friends. Nathan can only stare, he's jealous. It doesn't even exist. Can he hope? He is a human too, just like the other students.

'What are you thinking?'

Nathan hurried to finish the job. Carrying his backpack and then leaving the classroom as he carried the hygiene items he was going to put in the new warehouse. It's right next to the men's washroom on the first floor. Nathan takes it safely up the steps. His shoes have a slippery surface because he's been using them for years. No change, of course. Just to eat he had to save on his own, never thought he'd have to replace his old shoes with a new one.

The corridor he passed was quiet, of course, since it was an hour past his time home. He was alone in the schoolhouse. Shuffling through with the cleaning equipment into the new warehouse.

"Yuck!" the room is stuffy and full of dust and must have squeezed his throat. "Cough! Cough!!" Nathan coughed a lot. The young man simply stepped out of the room before his lungs became inflamed. Somehow he has a problem with breathing. But Nathan knew if he let it go, it might get worse. But what can he do? Just waiting it's over. Go through these torturous days uneventful.

'Paat—'

Nathan looked to the right side as a hand patted his right shoulder. The young man with the blond hair stung at him. "Wyatt?"

"You're alone? You're not afraid of being kidnapped?"

"No one would kidnap the poor like me."

'Plaak!

instantly Wyatt was rubbing Nathan's head. "How many times have I told you, don't be modest"

The skinny young victim winced, Nathan stroked the former Wyatt with a murmur. "I'm speaking facts."

Wyatt took Nathan by the shoulder, ignoring the murmurings of the young man next to him. "If you call me alone," Wyatt said with gestur, as if he was about to make a phone call.

"So you're a 'call guy' now?" seduce Nathan.

Wyatt's eyes were round, the blond boy scrambled Nathan's hair. "Look who's got the nerve now~" and that pisses the skinny young man next to him off.

"Akh! My hair! Damn you!" then they both ran around, laughing at Wyatt while Nathan was giving a threatening look.

It is unknown that a tall boy gazes at a young man running with difficult vision. In silence, it follows back at a considerable distance but can still watch its movements

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They both strolled through the shops that lined the right side of the road. Jesting absent concern for the few pairs of eyes that stare at him. It's annoying because of all the noise.

"Ignore" Wyatt when he realized Nathan was suddenly speechless in the middle of their prank. "They won't understand us, let them drown in their own thoughts"

"I can't" Nathan whispers even if Wyatt can hear him.

"Ck, there are times when people's views will only make you more helpless, are they helping you? No, they just want to be one-sided." Wyatt's avowed all of Nathan's bad thoughts. That blonde always left Nathan speechless.

Nobody knows, Nathan couldn't figure out why Wyatt would want to be friends with him who was nothing more than a coward.

'braak'

'buugh'

They simultaneously stopped at the mouth of the alley as soon as they heard a loud noise inside the alley. Vaguely saw several students gathered around something or someone. Heard over and over.

'Buagh!'

'Buuugh!'

"Akhh!!" There was a deep groan in there. Someone was beaten by several students who were gathered.

Nathan grabbed Wyatt's arm as the blonde stepped into the alley. "Don't.." he whispered. Nathan was afraid, so much so that his desperate companion would start interfering with other people's fights.

"If it wasn't me who would have helped him?" Wyatt's voice rose higher, he brushed off Nathan's grasp and passed unnoticed by the scrawny young man behind him.

Nathan grimacing, this is not the time to be a hero. One against five sounds impossible. Nathan doesn't have the courage to see his friend fighting in an unequal amount.

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With confidence a young blonde walked into a darkened alley. A few puddles still exist. Also the smell of garbage from the junkyard on the left side of the alley.

"Ughh. The trash smells so bad."

It's just that a couple of kids stopped their little stunt beating the other kids. They just stared right at Wyatt, and they just smirked at him.

"Damn this smell of shit makes me wanna puke"

"What are you doing? Get the fuck out of here!!" The young man with the rolling sleeves said.

"Well, I didn't know a trash can talking," Wyatt said lightly, and there was even a smile on his face.

"Fuck you!" Boys in the black hoodie stepped forward first. Ran into Wyatt with a fist that went straight into the young blonde's face.

'Seet -'

Casually makes a seemingly noiselessly avoiding a blow and immediately aiming his elbow right at the young man who caused him to fall down.

"Goddamn it!!" It was not easy for the other young men to come forward with their weapon in their hands. A man in a chain was seen waving a log at Wyatt. Which he so easily avoided that the log struck another young rascal.

'Buugh!'

Wyatt kicked a man in the stomach with earrings in his face. And fell to his other friend.

"I can't get hurt this time!" shouted Wyatt and begged him against his opponent. Beating his opponent flat to the ground.

Whether his fighting instinct was strong or his opponent was quick to guess, Wyatt caught a hand that almost had him in the back. The young blonde took his opponent by the hand and beat him on the stomach and finally kicked him down.

"Yosh~" Wyatt saw all his opponents fall to his knees clutching their diseased bodies.

"Are you all right?" he asked the young man who was a victim of abuse. The young man still trembling and his face covered with bruises. Wyatt grimaced to imagine how much that boy would suffer if he didn't help.

"Come with me, you'll be safe"

The boy in the dirty uniform was a little skeptical, but Wyatt's gaze seemed to compel him to believe. The young man finally shook Wyatt's hand to get up.

"Wyatt!! Behind you!"

'Craasssh'

Nathan runs right in front of Wyatt holding a block of glass with his bare hands. Splinters from blood trickled down his palm until his elbow. "Akhh!" Nathan grimaced not only because his hands were sore, but his head was throbbing. Why is it that in times of crisis his illness cannot be compromised?

Nathan fell down holding his incredibly aching head.

"Shit!" Wyatt kicked the kid in the hoodie that attacked me with the glass. Beat the boy until he was helpless underneath.