The sun shined behind mid afternoon clouds and a calm breeze blew from the East coast . In this lovely weather , in the city of Hawaku , was the highschool called Satori Highschool .Â
Unfortunately , unlike the weather , a very unlovely situation was brewing within the schools walls .Â
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Milo braced his face for the impact as it was shoved towards the metal locker . His cheek felt the brutal pain and he winced but didn't cry out . That would have been a bad idea , only giving Ryo more reason to hurt him .Â
Ryo held him by his collar , a grin on his face , both from superiority and malice . He pulled Milo back and whispered into his ear .Â
" Will you do it now ? " He asked the other boy with his baritone voice .Â
" I can't ." Milo said softly , not even begging . If he didn't beg , Ryo might lose interest ... Maybe .Â
" Can't or won't ! " Ryo yelled and shoved Milo against the locker again .Â
Milo felt a blinding sting on his face and a tear forming but he'd be damned before he cried infront of Ryo . He bit his lip and waited to be pummeled into the locker again .Â
" Ryo , " A boy with brown hair spoke ," The teachers are coming . We better leave him ."Â
Ryo looked at the other boy with a frown but he let go of Milo's collar . Milo quickly touched his cheek to check the damage , earning a sting of pain in the process .Â
" Tommorow , you'll do what I ask or else it will be worse ." Ryo said and left with the boy next to him .
Milo turned to his locker and opened it , shielding it from the teachers as they passed . He would have told them he was being bullied but knew it would cause more trouble for him . The first time he had done it , Ryo had been suspended .
It had sounded nice at first , until he found Ryo waiting for him everyday after school . He'd tormented him , viscously , and Milo had made a decision . Two decisions ; He would never tell on Ryo and it was better to be bullied at school than outside of it .Â
He looked at his locker then , at the books for his next class . He sighed as he glanced in the mirror . Bruises , the teacher would ask questions he didn't want to answer . He shut the locker and went in search of a place to hide until recess .Â
His mind was seething with rage for Ryo Yashi all the way .Â
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Ryo Yashi was eighteen years old , nearing his final year at highschool . He'd been held back a year but had long since accepted it .Â
A tall boy with thick red brown hair cut short . He wore a dark blue jacket with an orange hoody and khaki shorts . He had a slightly angular face with a sqaure jaw . His eyes were a scarlet brown and it often made girls swoon . Or it was his tattoos , his body was covered with them . He had gotten them at a drunk party with his friends .Â
It had taken alot of persuasion from his parents to allow him to continue to learn at Hawaku with tattoos . In the end the school agreed , aslong as his grades stayed above average . Which wasn't hard , he wasn't a bright student but he was better than average .Â
He was part of the soccer team , he had friends in three different levels and he was wanted by both girls and a few boys . He didn't care about any of it . He knew he was great , and didn't care if anyone told him . But he hated when someone told him things he couldn't do . He hated being told what to do , period .Â
" Do you think Millo , will give you it ? " Katsuda asked him .Â
If he had a bestfriend , this would be him . He had gone to detention and been punished with him more than anyone else. They didn't know each other personally though and Ryo preferred it that way .Â
" Of course . " Ryo said with a smile ," He knows what's good for him . "Â
" But aren't you pushing him to hard ? "Â
Ryo turned around with a glare that made his eyes almost turn red . Was Katsu getting scared ? Since when ? He asked him .
" I'm not scared . But I heard about karma last week from my grandmother ." He answered ," You do anything good or bad and the universe will return the favor. "Â
" So ... you're afraid ." Ryo said and turned around with a click of his tongue .
" Hey , " Katsu called out but Ryo gave him a blithering look . He shut his mouth , Ryo didn't want to hear anymore .Â
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Milo wiped his face and looked into the mirror , trying to guess how long the bruise would last .Â
Milo Saki was a slightly tall boy who had turned seventeen a few months back . He had dark hair , long and bedraggled no matter how many times he combed it . His face was lean and pointed , his nose sharp and his eyes a luminous jet black . He wore a long black jacket and black jeans .Â
He was a dedicated student and one who often made good grades . He wasn't first in the class but knew he could be one day . But being smart often meant being bullied and Ryo was his own personal bully . The guy didn't pick on anyone else as much as he did on Milo .Â
Milo wasn't a fighter to begin with so he'd just accepted Ryo and his bullying . He still had good grades and his social life ... it didn't exist but atleast he had comfort in knowing he'd pass with an honors degree if he worked hard enough .Â
If he didn't have to skip classes to take care of bruises , he thought glumly . He reached into his pocket and pulled out a make up compact . He hoped no guy would come in as he used the compact powder to hide the bruise .Â
" That should work ." He said to his reflection .Â
Atleast , until tommorow , he thought sadly as he left .Â
Ryo would give him two more by then .Â
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Ryo pulled out his bicycle and moved it along out of the school . He felt the wind ruffle his hair and a nearby girl saw this and felt like swooning . So hot ! She thought excitedly but Ryo gave her no attention .Â
He had his eyes on something else ; Milo .Â
The runt was walking across the street and he had a great idea then . He got onto his bike and raced towards him . Just as he reached him , he gave a shout and Milo quickly hopped out of the way with a look of absolute fear on his face .Â
Ryo laughed uproariously at this and looked behind him . That's when a truck turned the corner and ran into his bike , propelling his body onto the pavement and killing him .Â