Someday This Will All be a Thing of the Past (2/?)
I know I'm posting these in close suscession but the next one wont come for awhile so I promise I wont be spamming. I just want feedback so that I have more of an idea of which way to take it.
Title: Someday This Will All be a Thing of the Past
Pairing: none yet (main characters are Kyohei and Shizuo at Raira - this chapter features Kasuka)
Rating: pg
Words: 915
Disclaimer: Not any of my characters - I'm not that good of a writer
Shizuo Heiwajima headed out towards Ikebukero Middle School, it was a short walk but there were plenty of places for plenty of places for insects to hide. The Raira uniform was too hot, everything seemed to make him overheat these days - he hadn't worn socks in a couple of weeks and was even keeping his hair shorter, anything to keep him cool. Just sitting in class set him on edge, and the last thing he wanted was to blow up. The only way to control himself was to just stop his outbursts all together, cold turkey. Teachers had stopped calling on him, and no one picked him for sports - they were all afraid, afraid of what he could do. If only the gangs and every other flea bag in the city were that scared, it was an almost daily occurrence for some group to show up on the school yard looking to jump him. Not just guys from Ikebukero either, clowns from all over came packed in cars or took over whole buses to take the ride down to Raira just to be the ones that finally out did Shizuo Heiwajima.
There was a faint *click* coming from about twenty feet behind Shizuo, every few steps he'd hear it, and each time his fists would clench tighter. He started sweating more and more, not because he was nervous, his entire body seemed to be reaching a boiling point. Knowing who, or rather what, was following put him on edge - teetering on the brink of civilized human defenses - he tried to take a deep breath or two, but it came out more like a Rottweiler wheezing before an attack. A dickish little terrier followed behind, overcompensating for his diminutive size with loud barks, a lot of show, and a small switchblade. Why couldn't Kasuka and I just have this day to ourselves? Shizuo sighed; his mind was tired, even if his body was ready to pounce.
A small boy with a mop of brown hair approached, he usually wore a blank expression but gave the quickest, faintest pleased smile at the site of Shizuo.
"You're late big brother," he spoke flatly, it ran in the family, "Yumasaki offered to walk me home."
"Don't start, I got held up by Kadota - now come on let's go."
"Want to stop for some food? I'm sure don't have anything at home"
"We'll order something. Let's just go straight home, you walk slow enough I don't want to make extra stops."
Kasuka worked hard to keep up with his big brother, but he didn't question his statements, it was better not to once he'd already taken off his jacket and tensed up. They kept a quick, silent pace for awhile when the younger Heiwajima finally spoke up, "I made three goals in soccer today, I should have made more, but I got tired. I need to start running more."
"Bullshit! That's great!" Shizuo actually smiled, he had ceased watching his mouth around Kasuka ages ago. The clicking had stopped and his brother was being too hard on himself, all was as it should be, "I can never concentrate enough to score goals, I'm a better goalie - so I'm jealous!"
"You're only a better goalie because your head is so big" Kasuka actually chuckled, he only did when he was with his brother, "You can't miss"
"Coming from the kid I could use to wax the gymnasium," he grabbed his brother's mop top in the crook of his elbow, "You ever going to cut this?" he grabbed Kasuka's arm and spun him around and out into the sidewalk, his little brother's dainty feet twirling on the pavement. Maybe this day wouldn't turn out so bad after all.
Click.
Shizuo froze, Kasuka still quietly chuckling, didn't notice.
Click.
Shizuo's arm went rigid - knee's locking, he yanked his little brother to his side, protecting him from what was approaching. The boys looked around, searching for the perpetrator, but to no avail. Kasuka knew the drill, he didn't ask questions and he wouldn't move until his brother told him to. The older Heiwajima began to sweat, don't get Kasuka wrapped up in this, his mind was racing, his pupils practically dilated as he searched for the perpetrator. He should have known that he would never have a Friday like anyone else, he couldn't live a single day like anyone else.
Kasuka wasn't scared, he never was - he just waited until Shizuo told him what to do, and it would happen. Hysteria never solved anything, worrying about a problem wouldn't make it go away - so he never succumbed to either. Finally, his big brother spoke up,
"Kasuka, go home - take the old way back"
"You said it wasn't safe," the color gangs had taken over the neighborhood the two of them used to walk through to get home, their former route before the terrier had shown up - Shizuo had gotten paranoid and they had discovered a new, slightly longer, way home.
"Keep your whistle out and don't let anyone know your name," he muttered the last bit - finally loosening his grip on Kasuka's arm, "Go."
Click.
Title: Someday This Will All be a Thing of the Past
Pairing: none yet (main characters are Kyohei and Shizuo at Raira - this chapter features Kasuka)
Rating: pg
Words: 915
Disclaimer: Not any of my characters - I'm not that good of a writer
Shizuo Heiwajima headed out towards Ikebukero Middle School, it was a short walk but there were plenty of places for plenty of places for insects to hide. The Raira uniform was too hot, everything seemed to make him overheat these days - he hadn't worn socks in a couple of weeks and was even keeping his hair shorter, anything to keep him cool. Just sitting in class set him on edge, and the last thing he wanted was to blow up. The only way to control himself was to just stop his outbursts all together, cold turkey. Teachers had stopped calling on him, and no one picked him for sports - they were all afraid, afraid of what he could do. If only the gangs and every other flea bag in the city were that scared, it was an almost daily occurrence for some group to show up on the school yard looking to jump him. Not just guys from Ikebukero either, clowns from all over came packed in cars or took over whole buses to take the ride down to Raira just to be the ones that finally out did Shizuo Heiwajima.
There was a faint *click* coming from about twenty feet behind Shizuo, every few steps he'd hear it, and each time his fists would clench tighter. He started sweating more and more, not because he was nervous, his entire body seemed to be reaching a boiling point. Knowing who, or rather what, was following put him on edge - teetering on the brink of civilized human defenses - he tried to take a deep breath or two, but it came out more like a Rottweiler wheezing before an attack. A dickish little terrier followed behind, overcompensating for his diminutive size with loud barks, a lot of show, and a small switchblade. Why couldn't Kasuka and I just have this day to ourselves? Shizuo sighed; his mind was tired, even if his body was ready to pounce.
A small boy with a mop of brown hair approached, he usually wore a blank expression but gave the quickest, faintest pleased smile at the site of Shizuo.
"You're late big brother," he spoke flatly, it ran in the family, "Yumasaki offered to walk me home."
"Don't start, I got held up by Kadota - now come on let's go."
"Want to stop for some food? I'm sure don't have anything at home"
"We'll order something. Let's just go straight home, you walk slow enough I don't want to make extra stops."
Kasuka worked hard to keep up with his big brother, but he didn't question his statements, it was better not to once he'd already taken off his jacket and tensed up. They kept a quick, silent pace for awhile when the younger Heiwajima finally spoke up, "I made three goals in soccer today, I should have made more, but I got tired. I need to start running more."
"Bullshit! That's great!" Shizuo actually smiled, he had ceased watching his mouth around Kasuka ages ago. The clicking had stopped and his brother was being too hard on himself, all was as it should be, "I can never concentrate enough to score goals, I'm a better goalie - so I'm jealous!"
"You're only a better goalie because your head is so big" Kasuka actually chuckled, he only did when he was with his brother, "You can't miss"
"Coming from the kid I could use to wax the gymnasium," he grabbed his brother's mop top in the crook of his elbow, "You ever going to cut this?" he grabbed Kasuka's arm and spun him around and out into the sidewalk, his little brother's dainty feet twirling on the pavement. Maybe this day wouldn't turn out so bad after all.
Click.
Shizuo froze, Kasuka still quietly chuckling, didn't notice.
Click.
Shizuo's arm went rigid - knee's locking, he yanked his little brother to his side, protecting him from what was approaching. The boys looked around, searching for the perpetrator, but to no avail. Kasuka knew the drill, he didn't ask questions and he wouldn't move until his brother told him to. The older Heiwajima began to sweat, don't get Kasuka wrapped up in this, his mind was racing, his pupils practically dilated as he searched for the perpetrator. He should have known that he would never have a Friday like anyone else, he couldn't live a single day like anyone else.
Kasuka wasn't scared, he never was - he just waited until Shizuo told him what to do, and it would happen. Hysteria never solved anything, worrying about a problem wouldn't make it go away - so he never succumbed to either. Finally, his big brother spoke up,
"Kasuka, go home - take the old way back"
"You said it wasn't safe," the color gangs had taken over the neighborhood the two of them used to walk through to get home, their former route before the terrier had shown up - Shizuo had gotten paranoid and they had discovered a new, slightly longer, way home.
"Keep your whistle out and don't let anyone know your name," he muttered the last bit - finally loosening his grip on Kasuka's arm, "Go."
Click.