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D A Y 01: BEGINNING?

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Morning arises from the snowy hills distant. Birds chirping happily away, flying off to do their daily routines. Roosters coca doodle doing as their eyes were hit by this morning beams heating the slightest of their snow carpet in their coop. Separated to every corner of the neighborhood to wake the tired citizens and welcome the new day.

Rising light slides on the side of a white large mansion. One particular window opened to the outside, beams passing through the square gape on the wall. Long enough to reach the eyes of one sleeping young one tucked nicely on his king-sized white and yellow bed.

Black eyes bold that lacks, flashes to the morning lights. Bright colors of yellow envelopes the room, literally and the opposite of becoming figurative that it was in the past.

Light lemon walls, grass-like carpets. All in his likings. Organized, neat scenery. Open windows to the balcony with a wonderful view of the sea and the city beyond.

Flipping the blankets to the side, bristled with pain beyond his deep full of thoughts.

Raising his arms stretched up and a crack, groaning from the disruptive light that ended his peaceful slumber. His legs barely any muscles. Pulling himself out of his humongous cushion was a struggle by itself.

Soft, comfy blankets brushed against him, dragged along by his movements to the end.

Standing up startled by an early wake-up nerve from a soft creak. Blanket folding cuts shortly as the pink woman figure awaits by the entrance. Impatiently. Seemingly undergoing some real hardcore stress.

Lips plucked, tone of her entry was very agitated. "Free!" She calls his name, to which the blond was apparently deafened to hear. Disregarding her calls, causally folding his messy blanket down to the cover of his bed.

She said it again, her dried voice hurts from the get-go. Not gonna be over until the blond responds.

"What...?" Free eventually turned back, finished his last pack. Annoyed by the loud barks.

"What do you mean 'what?" She angrily asked, like a sister she acts like a mother. "School starts in two hours, and you still got miles of driving to do." She rages to the obvious fact in every morning of a typical teenager.

"So what...? I woke up early..." He spoke up for himself, true and all as his rectangular digital clock shows his early waking for a student.

The woman grips on her arms tightly, chest stood out from the rest. "Good, keep it that way...just..." She unknowingly stopped, then found the word eventually, "Checking in if you are..."

Free clicks his tongue, clutching tight at the folded soft blankets in his hands turned sharp edges.

Until his curiosity kicks in, wonders what she could be up to. As her wardrobe became excessively forms like a sheep. Fluffy black boa resting over her shoulders and bright dresses seem out of her posture.

"Never knew you were into shaggy outfits..." He remarks on what he is currently seeing, too fancy for a woman who avoids too much public attention to herself.

"Excuse me?"

He added more, this time eyes on his busy hands, not gonna try a staring contest with her again. "Don't tell me you're still seeing that curly hair weirdo... Trad was it?" On the last pillow to redone, he goes for the next on the bedsheets.

Named Kristina, an 18 years old college student. Publicly known as Kris, grunts throat vibrating full level of hard. A comment on his interpretation of a weirdo pulls some serious strings. "Hey! Better take that back. Mind your own business than others-"

"Yeah, then don't go in mine if you don't want me to..." He interfered in her rage, unwell she responded to that monotone. "Tc, women..." Under his breath, he spoke, still heard crystal clearly by the older woman.

"Excuse me!?" Banging her left heel legs, this may not be that much of a scene to overreact to, but her patients are lowering day after day that has passed. "Chop that bad tongue of yours and respect your elders for once! Let me remind you that two more strikes will get you kicked from your student council position! And someday kicked out of the school!"

Free stopped at his work, glancing over his shoulder without the need to turn his body together. Eyes shades of black and gray, clearly stating he cares not one bit about that job.

Her glares caught back strong, not as stronger, strong nonetheless. "Don't you dare start with me! After what you did, you got that woman pregnant! That's a bridge too far young man!" A total hit reminder of the previous action he so worked to forget. Regrets go many ways and times. In his case, the job was done. "A role model turned to a playboy? That could've gotten you expelled if it weren't for-"

Free jerks up towards his sister, "I never loved her!" He tries to protest, but the facts are too big to be taken down as she denies his words easily.

"But you impregnated her. You know that she must've killed herself knowing that. And until now is marked as missing..."

The blond boy stayed silent, mouth zip shut as it reminded him of his other life-threatening mistakes.

She gave him a relentless smirk, sliding her black purse back to her shoulders. "Go ahead! Sulk all you want, no tears will cure anything!"

"Says the girl who got dumped for the third time..." Rolling his eyes in the obvious observation he had on her sister's relationship status.

"That was only twice!" She protested herself, having her own rights to do so. And in her defense, she's a woman who has no experience of how true relationships go.

Free doesn't seem to wanna end the argument by simply going for bark for a bark. "Doesn't matter whether it's your second, fifth, or whatever. It will be third if this one dumps your ass again..."

"Why does that concern you? You don't have the right to tell me, after what scumbag of a choice you've done..." She paused, saying her next, "Especially what you've done to Shu..." This last sentence takes a lot of courage...

Free set in a silent gasp, can't believe of his own sister would say...that.

Irritated by her own mouth, the sadness started to appear on his face. Kris wanted to comfort her younger brother, but her courage to do so wasted on the exact reason this happened."I'm out..." She stomps on her way down, slight mess hair from the overgrowing stress thanks to her younger brother.

Free sat down on his perfectly cleaned-up sheets only to make it ruffles. Now she definitely pinned him on the corner. Resting his forehead on both palms, elbows standing on his knees.

She wasn't wrong...

He's stuck up...

Looking back and comparing that...

That...

"Shu..." Free said softly, his eyes darted on a framed picture in his room. Over his stashes of trophies and medal cases and framed pictures of his own achievements. Ignore the shining golden cups and his name carved onto a golden plate, large gold coins it doesn't matter.

That particular and only photo sticks out from the rest. Endearing in his heart.

One photo of a young white-haired boy, hourglass-like figure, blood-red rose-tinted eyes, cream-like pale skin.

How could he ever forget...him...

As he thought he was the one, those years of building up their relationship crumble down fairly. Isn't close to a tower of cards, one card was removed and it all was for nothing.

That small move created a big impact on their love. Oh, how he felt so irresponsible, even so, it wasn't him who had started it.

Yet, he had days...days! To make it up...

But what did he do?

He wasted his time and patients...

How Shu turns his back on Free after what? A full two weeks, not days, weeks full of patients. Waiting and waiting until Free does his way. Shu waited...

Free wasted it...

Slapping himself out of those horrible thoughts. Figurative and physically knowing that some things are better left forgotten for it to heal.

As of an asshole, as he was, he couldn't think of a way to approach his princess once more. Just a look at those ruby eyes flashes the bad memories back to haunt him. One glare makes it worst, the intense stare the boy gives as they cross paths.

Enough to make the sadness reappear again and again.

Flashes of Shu's widen eyes, once he witnessed....that...

Reminds him every time...

Thorns pricking his heart, skin to the veins. It hurts so much once he finally realizes it by the end. The wake-up call he got, that darker side of him took over, scarring horribly.

Although, it's not the time for that...

Time is ticking, and he needs to get to school as soon as possible.

He rushes to his feet, feeling the soft fur of his white carpet floor tickling his feet. Swiftly opening his closet with a wave of slightly tense anger. Lights glow over his fresh ironed uniform left on a pedestal by his maids.

Hung his towel on his shoulder with his uniform clutched tightly under his arms. As he was about to step inside his classic black and white modern bathroom, equipped with a fresh air fan and scented orchid freshener, Free stole another glance at that one special photo...

A small sad sigh escapes...

Perhaps this day wouldn't be any better if ever...
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"Hello there..."
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"I don't care!"
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"We'll bankrupt with him!"
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Meanwhile, a commotion downstairs issues. An angry Kristina let loose, how she is irritated by the sudden shift getting worst every day.

"Damn it, how do I ever get through with that kid-gah! He gives me a headache every day!" Out of her well-mannered posture, growling to herself her own problems.

Anger blinds a soul easily, unable to notice her butlers shaking in their black shoes.

Their personal chef, Ange Lopez, tries to put out her burning fire within. Rampaging on her way down the stairs, cursing and simply letting off her breath of anger through the winds. Worst, it affects their service staff she stomps by. Face red growling voice, vicious expression while in her newly bought designer dress, creating an intense barrier for her services to come any closer.

Everyone except Ange, their mother-like 5-star chef of the house. She calmly approaches the exploding dark pink-haired woman with a delicacy, golden cart holding her silver tray of delicious morning breakfast. "Please Master Kristina, getting stress in the morning could give you wrinkles." She said in a neutral voice, avoiding a conflict herself while watching over her young master.

Kris shook her head, hair damp and messy. Hair strands standing here and there. "I can't...I wanted to help him...but he's too difficult to talk problems with..." She sighed staring blankly at the white glossy table seeing her reflection as being a mess. Ange blocks that view with a freshly cooked Paella with a side of bacon and a cup of tea on a saucer and a utensil set covered in tissue to finish the setting.

She proceeded to comb her standing strands of hair to their formal positions with her palms, "Frowning can't possibly help. You gotta know the real problem." Ange asserts her thoughts, any advice that could give any sort of relief to the siblings. The brunette chef reaches for the cart's bottom drawer where one holds a hairbrush. Having to keep one of them everywhere for Kris to use every time she gets too agitated. Smiling as she brushes the messy hair away, "Think you're in his shoes and solve the issue there."

"Easy to say than be done correctly..." She remarks, blowing her hanging extra bangs up resting her chin on her palm. "I know why Free is being like this, that...that he-"

Ange cuts her off with an obvious guess, "Cheated on Shu?" She claims, which causes Kris to gasp, turning around shocked.

"Wh-How did you know?"

Ange just gave her the look, that the answer was simple. "Oh...right..." Kris sighs head weight fully on her palms a bit dumbly to ask.

Swirling her eyes halted that Kris has forgotten about that month of the word spreading, 6 months exactly. "You should've seen that coming sweetie. That gossip has been around until now, though it wasn't as a big deal as before." She stated, the big news going around town. Sounds awful and should be none of their concern, but Free's name is super well-known in their neighborhood that tiny news about him meant for an oddly a lot to the citizens of their city. Every child looks up to him, even their parents. Both school and town model.

The daring, caring, charming young boy got himself a new boyfriend. It spreads around town like a wild virus, a good type...if that really existed. Every household and every citizen knew about everything in Free's relationship status and achievement. One word from his classmate and the word will be heard from a mile.

First place champion on almost every sport, his climb through the ranks of the school's best student on his first day, his birthday, every achievement of his was their excuse for blocking the roads with tables and flyers and confetti and a bunch of other celebratory decors.

Double as a 'simple' thank you for the Free's helping hand to their growing town. Simply can't be close to how they decorate. Granted, wasn't very simple, it was grand.

But the most shocking news they've ever got was Free's uncommitted to his lover. How he shamelessly shows his love for the other.

That girl...

The citizens were devastated themselves, all disappointed for what the boy had become. He barely goes out to help out with their outdoor activities and instead be around his girlfriend 60% a day. Or his decreasing reputation in the school. All in do worst by their point their towards the real cause of the problem.

Put the blame on the girl.

But then it hits, the girl can't be blamed for everything. They thought that she should be the one to be criticized against, giving it time to think, they can't be any closer to be true to their words.

None of the conflicts could have happened if it weren't for Free's disloyalty to his partner. The truth was the girl was a poor innocent child, she was found on the streets after all and Free has Shu before he met and dated that girl.

It clicked, the hate wasn't supposed to be pointed at the girl, it was supposed to be on the uncommitted boy.

Didn't go rock-bottom until time goes by, barely an appearance of the blond throughout town.

They all hate themselves for hating Free, after everything he had done, so they stopped. Just to case their disappointment towards the young man.

That's the sort of issue Kris has to deal with herself. Her family name is in ruin due to one act of one family member. For as much as she despised her brother for what he had done, she can't push herself to not believe his guilt. She was a witness herself...yes, she is, worst of all, Shu was too.

It was a heartbreaking sight...

Before the whole incident, she saw how dedicated he truly is to Shu. The effort he gives, the strong roots of ever-growing love between the two boys were not fake. She even had to witness her younger brother on his lowest. Crying in his room, tormenting himself for the bad things he had done.

Sure a conflict between a teenage relationship is very common and very easily solved. But Free has an impactful consequence on the image he holds, that a simple mistake could be a big deal. What is worst is that Shu has a reputation of his own, beloved in his own neighborhood. And just like Free, beloved, and treasured.

He was being patient, constantly forgiving Free. Dealing with the knowledge his significant other has himself another partner. Yet he didn't use it for good, he wasted Shu's patients until one day he had enough...

Their feelings for each other were no more, left behind, hard for anyone to accept. For as ridiculous as it sounds, they are disappointed even that Free is not related to any of them. It wasn't in their right to judge him, but they leave it as a piece of news that has spread and has to be contained somehow by sealing the gossip.

Too little too late now to seal it.

Now he grief for everything that had happened, all of it.

Kris wanted to be by his side, she wants to, but if he'll keep pushing everyone away. His friends, his family were all worried sick, he wouldn't give any clues about what he's been up to.

"Okay, enough of that Hun. Get eating before that cools. You won't be able to eat my cooking once you head to college." She smiles, turning back to her job. Until Kris gets her attention, "Hey Ange?" She stopped in her tracks, turning back at the sitting pretty woman. "Yes?"

Slight nerve kicks in, asking for help makes her look so helpless, but what else does she get? She's an older sister, she has to make ways. "How am I suppose to approach him?" Her voice sounded so anxious, worried, desperate to reach out before she leaves.

Ange sighs with a small laugh, something to lighten the mood if she can, walking back to her distressed young master with a hand placed gently on her shoulder for comfort. "Now, you'll get it eventually. You're his big sister, as his sister you should get used to it at some point. Give it time and patients, go slowly..." Stating a bit of heart-relieving yet confusing advice. Kris thank her for what she can give out. And then, smelling something odd in the back kitchen. Hands-on her messy brown hair, rushing to get her overheating oven.

The pink-haired woman giggles, a rare moment seeing her motherly chef all panicking, being known she had been their proper servant until she became their home chef. A scoop full of delicious skinless shrimp, with a touch of veggies, gave it that mild ten out of ten markings.

Ange watches her behind the counter, mixing a bowl of batter to make nice baked goods for the rest of the staff. A slight hope her advice was beneficial eventually, glancing at the clock striking 5:40.

The peace didn't last long as it strikes 6 am, Kris sipping silently with her tea against her lips reading the latest news about another set of kidnapped victims. As she was mentioning the news to Ange, she notices something odd about Ange's stare. Like there is someone next to her...

She gave a confusing look, turning behind...

Eyes locked onto a tall figure with a yellow top. "Wha-! Free!?" Kris squeaks in surprise as once she turns around to see Free reading the news article through her iPad.

Free gave her a blank wave. Looking charming in his casual winter top, a yellow loose tank-top with green accent, and bright yellow with black sleeves jacket. Brown pants and darker brown boots. Eying his jacket as the winter season is hitting hard, would end by a few more weeks.

"Morning Ange, what's for breakfast...?" He asks approaching the window to their kitchen. Ange smiled telling him to sit. Keeping herself occupied with her tablet.

Family Missing Daughters Tragic Faith

Rienna was a 16 years old highschool student. Found dead in an ally. Investigators conclude a rape and murder investigating her genitals have been found bleeding. And found with multiple stab wounds on the chest and legs.

Raven was the younger sister to Rienne. A 14 years old highschool student. Found trapped in a cello case alive with insects swarming her dismembered leg. Rushed to the hospital dramatically survives. The case was rape, attempted murder, and attempted disposal of a corpse. Detectives interrogate the young woman who would not speak off about what had happened. Further investigation is needed...

Kris held her lips shut from total disbelief and shock. How the poor girl had to witness her older sister's demise to their kidnappers. Free glares intently at the article once again snuck behind Kris.

"That's Rienna Vastilia..."

It caught her attention, as Free seemingly recognize her. "You know her?"

Free gave her a slow nod, "She's my classmate..." Left disturbed, learning a victim was an acquaintance. Feeling her stomach felt sick just thinking of what could have those bastards had done to these girls.

Scratches on the wooden chair, "You should stay home where you're safe..." To her surprise, Free became protective all of the sudden. Of course, he would, this is a massacre.

But this day was special to her, so she came up with a plan to cool him, "I'll have bodyguards Free, no worries..."

Free wasn't content on only having bodyguards, "Triple the security, I don't want any trespassers in your apartment." He demands, drastically becoming overprotective of his sister.

It is a cruel world out there...

Kris shrugs it off with a sure but will consider it, enough to make him sit down on the other side of the table opposite to her. Silence as Ange serves him his own plate of paella, and the same table setting as hers. Free grabs a spoon-full, averting his gaze to his sister, who is watching him...awkwardly...

"Problem?"

Kris shook her head, "No-no!..carry on..." She gestures as a sign of peace, letting him eat his food. Eyes closed, mouth munching on his pieces of paella. Ange watches from afar once more, seeing they're becoming at least comfortable with each other's presence.

A few minutes of all silence, nothing to be said if not wanting another sibling squabble. Suddenly it ticks, the advice Ange gave her. As his sister, she should be considering his problems as her own.

"So...uh..." Kris goes slowly to start a conversation, thinking of something quick. She can't go any slower when time is ticking before he leaves for school and she leaves for college for a whole year. "What have any plans for today...?"

"No..." Free replied plainly, occupied by his fast half-eaten paella.

That... goes a bit better than she expects. At the very least, Free didn't give her a rundown of a bad throwback.

Though the answer wasn't light-hearted either...

Kris took a deep breath, perhaps following Ange's advice can work out. It's for her brother for god sake. "Why don't you..." Trailing off lost on her words, as in Free would not agree on this.

Worth the shot...

After a minute of a breather, she goes for the risk, "Why won't you try to make it up to Shu?" Finally spoke up to this topic, making Free almost choke by this leap of a question.

The blond kept his composure with a glass of water Ange quickly gave him. "A what?" He said a bit on the rougher tone, water pushing down the stuck piece of chicken in his esophagus. Deliberately asking her of her motive to say that.

"Make it up to him. Shu's forgiving, I'm sure he-"She tries to explain her side of the argument, but Free seems to not be into her words.

"I'm gonna stop you right there..." Free didn't let her finish which is a bad sign.

Once he doesn't want to hear it, it's time to stop continuing or you'll crank up the tension. "Isn't it worth your while? Fix the damage and release the stress?" The air is heating up out of anxiety. Along with Free's frown silent stare, it gave Kris the most stressed feeling she could ever get.

"Free..."

But the tension wouldn't halt her from being his big sister, "You're tough, everyone looked up to you. Everyone knew you're stronger. Do you think letting off some tears would help?" She yelled out, face to face with her brother's serious face. A move anyone would regret, apart from her being his sibling. "You're the only one who can put a closure between you and Shu..." She trails off out of breath, seemingly desperate into making Free redeem himself to Shu...

However, he refuses...

"Enough!" Free abruptly stood up, slamming both hands on the table. Plates and cups clanking roughly with a spilled tea, "Listen here, Shu is kind and forgiving. But you know hell a lot that I wasted it all!"

"There is always a way, don't give up-"

Another hard slamming on the table, this time with his own plate shattering on the floor. Leftover crumbs are smooshed onto the marble tiles.

Appears Free doesn't give a damn about the mess...

"Valt has given up, Daigo has given up, Wakiya has given up, everyone has given up! On.Me!" He stops breathless, gripping tightly on the wooden dining chair until what's left of the side crumbles into sawdust. He wasn't done, adding the last person in that sentence, "I've given up..." Himself...

There wasn't any point to do a further discussion as Ange calls out behind the kitchen announcing their time was up and Free needs to drive to school.

He huffs agitatedly, grabbing his bag by the sofa his butler sets down after the rampage had formed in there.

Lightly placing down her tea she had been holding onto the whole commotion on the saucer. She averts her eyes away from Free...

"Free...?" She calls, this time in a soft voice not daring to make eye contact. Observing his footsteps, calculated to stop by the arch door, she didn't look.

"I love you, little brother..." From deep inside her heart she spoke, but Free...

He didn't say anything...

Before she knew it, he vanished. Out of the dining room in less than a second. Chest impaled by the sheer strength she puts in her words to tell that her brother how much she cares for him by words.

Just the sound of the wind...

Nothing more special than that...

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Free casually walks out of the manor slipping into his yellow jacket zipper undone, winter breeze hits his exposed face and neck. Wearable for a guy who could withstand overwhelming amounts of heat and cold climates.

Breathing in the new day fresh air into his system, freezing his system. A day that either goes in any direction. Felt a tiny pinch on the brain. Right now, he's merely confused. A slight headache, fighting his own guilt.

Turning his back on his sister back there, that was too cold for his liking. Nothing he had ever done before. Well awake to realize that she only wants to have a positive goodbye until next year, as she is about to go to college far away living in a penthouse in the middle of an overview city far from theirs. Union City.

Seems everything he had built to become a new person had crumbled down on the presence of his newer side. Sometimes he would talk to himself continuously whether he did the right thing or not...

Even so, his mind says yes...

The opposite of what his heart is saying, yet he chooses his mind before he gets another disruptive headache. A bare minimum of two pain killers a day just to keep his mind in check. Now it was all gone, barely any pain. So he does what his mind wants, leaving the voices in his heart on the side.

Anyways, no time to sulk about the past and a fresh present mistake, he has a gate to catch up to before he gets locked out.

Clearing his head, clutching tighter on his bag straps like a stress ball of sorts. Heading off to their other moderate-size home just next to their main mansion. A simple white house as a family hangs out, just the four of them. Well, back then at least. Now it has become their parent's office and storage. With the garage staying the same, housing their individual vehicles. Sick rides and soft family once.

One of them was Free's. A rosegold color Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita, one of the most expensive cars to boot. Free was more than lucky to have a family that can spend millions of dollars for their son's car.

When introduced he refuses to accept such a high-value vehicle, but his parents insisted. Giving him that yellow Trevita on his 15th birthday. Not long before he changed the color himself.

With the extra time, he wipes the excess dust on the windshield. Only seconds later be halted by their butler, who trips over on the metal rod laying on the floor scattering a full set of tools all over the floor, presumably to repair the light pink Lamborghini Veneno next to it.

The old man recovers from the fall, immediately got to work picking up his dropped tools. Gasps in the sight of the blond picking up the wrench and screwdriver. "Y-young master!" He exclaimed as he got up his feet as soon as Free looked at him. "M-my-ahm...My apologies for the inconvenience. Please a-a-allow me-" Stumbling within parts of his sentences, reaching to grab the tools in the blond's hand.

Yet Free took the toolbox off of his hand, quietly picks up all twelve tools on the ground. Returning it without a word spoken.

The butler was speechless, not basically of his sudden instinct to help, which Free always does. But the look in his eyes while he picks up the tools. Troubled perhaps? Hard to explain anything about it to truly picture. Some kind of light within it, through the darkness of his charcoal eyes.

Free didn't bother to ask what was that stare he is giving. He has things of his own to put ahead, like getting into school on time. His line of bad time tracking has been told off multiple times by the faculty. If Free wasn't as smart and a quick learner as he was, he could've been kicked out instantly.

Possibly one of the worst punishments they've given him is enlisting him on a community service group, not that it was horrible, it's part of the school to help the community. Small home maintenance, grocery shopping, health medication, garbage disposal, the works that are relatively easy for high school students. Only one problem, Free was assigned as the same group as Shu.

And bad luck made it's way to torment Free for the rest of that day. Constant reminder and guilt that he wanted to stab and die. And that was a month ago, yet felt fresh in his memory.

Gosh, he could see a small image of Shu in front of him. How he frowned seeing the blond on the same group as he was. Could've been more shameful.

Something says this day is important, but Free completely has forgotten.

He didn't waste any more of his time that has been reduced by that little squabble with his sister. He settles his dark blue bag on the back. The inside of his vehicle luminance with yellow, black seats and a dazzling dashboard with a light show. Smells fresher than newly bloomed jasmine flowers specialized by someone who've ridden with him on his very first drive of this gift.

"Hah...I gotta change the paint someday..." He mutters to himself barely able to get it off his head. Another distraction...

He shifts the lever second while his trusty butler opens the garage door.

Then he was off, shift it to third drove off far away for their eyes to see.

Tuning up the radio for a temporary distraction while he drives, but the smell...

'Shit, I keep forgetting to remove that darn thing!' Cursed to himself, reminding him to throw away that hand-made red and yellow jar of fresh floral fragrance.

Design close to that of the fairy tale known as Beauty and the Beast. Its shape and the flowers floating in the middle with rose petals floating for the magical touch thanks to silicon. The pad underneath is filled with petals of bright yellow and red flowers, aroma escapes through multiple holes on the outside jar

Made by Shu himself on that same day he got this car, handcrafted specially for Free as a small present.

And another portal to the past...

Recalls those times he would embrace the albino from behind, burying his face on the crook of his neck. Falling into that rose-like smell he so endeared to devour, sends shivers down his spine as Free was permitted to roam his body.

The jar was created to be almost the same as Shu's scent. A hungry predictor has his own souvenir from his pray, an almost perfect replica whenever he missed that scent during his long road trips. He is being groomed by his parents whenever there is time, driving off to multiple places to attend meetings with other associates and clients as a starting ground for him to soon inherit his father's will while Kris could have their mother's back in L.A.

Damn, it is without question that their density is a very successful one. Next in line, companies to be under Free and Kris's hands. Even so, Free's interest was out of that premise, not formidably a space-case as some may say. Running an enterprise is not in his dictionary.

The road trip takes weeks before Free could get home to see and snuggle his loving partner, who would always wait to be inside the manor with a nice surprise for his return. Not only for him, but kind enough to spent a lot for the whole family without worries. Thus why Free loved his little gift, simple yet sweet.

A picture in his phone to scroll up and down to pass the time, a full 5k+ photos taken from Shu's photoshoots and social media posts. The addition of his favorite fragrance made the trip way less boring.

He's plain possessive of Shu back then, hence the reason Shu put up the effort into creating the same glassed rose on Beauty and the Beast. No doubt suits their love. Shu is the beauty while Free is the neutrally possessive beast, one talk with a boy would light a burning fire within. But he doesn't wanna remove Shu's freedom so he lets him wonders as they go around with groups of boys and girls.

'No' jealousy...

Sometimes breaking into fights with one insult about his boyfriend. Triggers Free to his fullest once the word made its way to his ear. A jackass's futile attempt.

What makes it so sweet is that Free would be super efficiently caring for the albino likewise use something simple for friends. As in they aren't as valuable as Shu was to him.

Sounded rude and like a somewhat of a fake friend, but counting how many times Free would lend them a hand without hesitation more than their other friends can, he has the right to be called a good friend. Whether that is for his friends or his family, and most importantly to Shu.

With that said, if the jar was hard to dispose of then how about the color? Rosegold. Purposely a combination of their favorite color, lovely shades of red roses, and shining yellow gold.

That ain't gonna be easy to get rid of as the entire shell paint of the car is that color. Seemingly neglected and then remembered by Free every day he hops in the car. He should write down a list if he's forgetful. He has six months to do this, six! Yet the two things he wanted to get rid of for that long are still here with him every day he goes to school.

That unbearable scent is like a drug, not to say it is a drug, but how Shu made it so perfectly. It truly indicates that Shu himself is Free's addicted drug. Taste of his luscious lips, cream goodness skin, so irresistible to not think about all day. Fuck it may not just be him, other dogs out there who are sniffing around Shu must have the same addictive pleasure to touch his chest, his abdomen, his curvy humps, and the best part what was below all had been claimed and touched by the blond none stop.

Oh, how he remembers the softness of Shu's chest underneath his palms. Massaging those perked-up buds, nipping on his delicious sweat drizzled neck. Digging his fangs like a vampire, or more likely a hungry predictor savoring his captured prey, his submissive little pray.

"Fuck!" Free cursed out loud punching the innocent dashboard, lights flickers from his fist hitting the circuit board. He can't get his mind off him.

Cursing to himself proves time and time again would not do anything else to move forward but living another day with that same pain aching in his chest.

Expect that, he still does it. He deserves to be in pain. To suffer a tremendous day every day no rest. And he lives up like that for all those times.

What about that girl? Fuck he only stays with her because he couldn't afford to shatter another heart.

Welp comes to think of it, he does quite a lot...

That girl he impregnated, wasn't the same girl Free had cheated Shu for. What makes the case even more twisted up is that she has been confirmed missing for the past three months by her parents' interview or so after was told to the school she was indeed positive on the pregnancy test.

Although, she kept on studying leaving even more guilt within Free by passing her every time during breaks and lunch periods.

Free wouldn't stop nagging the line to advance her through for her conditions, which they understood and would let her pass simply Vice president calls.

"Oh shit!" Free woke so suddenly as he can hear a speeding car beside him.

Shifting the gear to first abruptly as he was caught off guard by speeding out of control vehicle before him. By the looks of the smoking backside, seems it broke down. It was a good thing the driver manage to guide the car through the slippery road. Barely scraping the side of Free's car. They stopped in the middle of the road, blocking the rest of the other vehicles driving through, now have to drive around it.

Free didn't move forward, and instead got off his car and runs towards the blockage as mild traffic is building behind him slowly driving around the scene. Perhaps he should follow suit and head to school before the bell rang, nevertheless of the consequence, he's staying behind.

The man in an old hefty winter coat coughs rapidly getting off his clouding car, immediately approached by the blond. "Excuse me, sir, are you injured? What happened?" He asked in displeased at the time-consuming incident. But he'd rather be hidden about his true feelings, growling low to which the man gave him a polite gesture back.

"I'm so sorry young man, the battery must've exploded from the temperature." He reassures us he walks in front as his car did a 180-degree spin he could see the wreckage he could've caused the blond. He gasps, "Tell me, are you alright? I didn't crash onto yours didn't I?" He started panicking as he comes to the realization that he should've from the crash he just did.

"N-no, but how did it explode? It's too cold to overheat." Free concludes, having one or couple of knowledge how car engines tend to happen.

The man looked pleased that he didn't have to spend another hundred dollars for this battery, more on the wreck he caused on the road and that's about it. "You think so? This thing is a bust..."

Free rubs his fingers on his chin, trying to recall the article that can possibly happen. He so happens to be an expert at this sort of problem, seemingly how many times he's been gladly reaching his hands out to people to help out. Commonly has been engine fixing and plumbing. This should be a piece of cake. "Perhaps a faulty battery. Mind if I take a look?" A conclusion that could've been the answer, the man happily permitted him to check. Free opens the staggering smokey hood of the car, locking it open. Taking a clean cloth rolling up his jacket sleeves, he gets to work.

A few minutes have passed, Free tinkering with wires, fixing the placement. Looking at his watch, the man can tell this kid's a student via his badge logo.

Unlike other schools, Free's distinguishable clothing is a badge. Questionable why since it could be taken easily away, but little do they know, it has a chip with the student informations. Like a school I.D.

It was almost 7 o'clock and he's still here helping some reckless stranger, "Hey, uh...are you gonna be late?" He gently taps his shoulder to get his attention, but he didn't reply. Carries on with his duty.

"Ok...thought I'd ask..."

The man kept phasing back and forth watching the time go by as a student has been pulled away from his schedule thanks to him. Busy away on the wires and sounds of clipping.

"It is a battery, just as I suspect..." Free spoke out confirming his theory. Gets back up hands and a small portion of his arm dirtied up.

"Gonna need some jumper cables for this then."

Free's heart raised a bit from the idea, having to feel the experience of the outcome himself one or two times. "What? No! Not on a frozen battery or it'll explode. Just gonna need some boiled water..."

"Where'd we get some? We don't have any."

"You don't, but I do. Be right back." The man shrugs, standing by waiting for the boy to come back with a gallon of water presumably filled with boiled water. The guy raises a brow, "Why'd you have that?" He asked from the sudden out of nowhere gallon of water. Free smiled, "Just in case, better be ready for anything especially during winter seasons..."

'Damn it...'

We have to be ready for anything as always!

What was a common saying by everyone these days became a common hunting voice inside his head. So far going down south sinking his heart, he is not moving forward anytime soon at this rate. Shu's influence has been unimaginably large, his impactful change towards his lovable blond was tremendous.

"Very well..."

Free poured a generous amount of water on the frozen battery of the engine. Slowly melts the ice. Wiping the water off he stammers at the slight shock of electricity that ran through his veins. He fixed it right away.

He shuts the hood wiping the dripping sweat on his forehead even in cold weather. He gets on the front borrowing the keys.

Dangerous enough he trusted Free to do so, but what will he do with a broken down car anyways when he has his own modern model.

Opening the door was a typical road trip equipment with a bag stuffed with a clipboard that seems to be on its way to present some company project of some sort. Inserting the keys twisting to start the engine, first go it turned on instantly.

He did it. He fixed it. Easy...

"All done."

Exiting the car wiping his sweaty face with his own clean towel. Opening his eyes to see cash of money being given to him by the man. "Thank you for your help. Take this." He said handing him a hundred dollar bill for his kindness. Free was quick to take down the offer, having the extra money to do whatever he wants. Although the man was persistent and gave him the dollar anyway. He left with an apology, waiting for Free to get his car.

Both drove off their separate ways. Get the distractions off and he has to be in class in only 6 minutes to spare. Having to log in his car, take a trip to the locker and head out to his classroom.

Gonna be tight so, he has no other choice but to go full speed. He didn't look back...

For some reason, it was bright. Possibly because of his soft side still around while his darker tries to push it away. How he stopped and help fix the problem rather than leaving it alone as it is.

Perhaps Kris is right, he had thought of it. Close the gap between him and Shu, solve the issue whenever possible. It was his mistake and his responsibility to fix whatever gone wrong. He smiled to himself, for the first time since Shu's parted ways he hasn't smiled to himself. Cursing and criticizing, that'll all he does. Never-ending stab to the chest, letting the pain consume him eventually got him used to the feeling.

He doesn't deserve to be happy, not even if he is with his girlfriend. He isn't worthy to smile, it makes him grim.

Not right to be happy when you made a person's life miserable...

His fault, and it's his job to make things right for the both of them...

Just as the gates were about to close, by a second early than their P.E. teacher's arrival.

He wasn't scolded, as his arrival was on time. Keeping his eye on the road with a few students chasing around the plaza, catching a glimpse of blue in the corner of his eye.

"Valt's early today..." He whistles a remark, something new today. Knowing the blue blur only early for his favorite events or something about his boyfriend. Maybe that includes today...

Daigo Kurogami...

They aren't very close, but his frequent appearance is someone you wouldn't think Valt would actually fall for.

Not to judge since his own relationship is unstable, pretty much he has no right to judge someones.

Apart from that, he seems pretty decent. Guess he just expected the energetic, happy-go-lucky teen to choose someone who has the same joyous persona unlike some gothic, yet stoic boy coming in to steal his heart.

As earlier, he has no right to judge.

But that isn't the only little morning familiar sighting, a nice pink cherry tree across the streets.

That garden is made specifically by the gardening club of Beigoma Academy. Primarily designed by the winning theme voted from years ago, before the blond transferred into the school.

And by the Zen Garden feel, the winner is a Japanese theme.

Luscious plants, bright lighting, and flowing clean rivers. The club did a great job. Even a rumor has spread around the garden...

Some rumor Free wants to disbelieve as he didn't go as the words say. It did happened for certain, but...the words don't add up...

Obviously, do not immediately believe what you hear without real evidence.

Enough of rough memories, regardless he gotta hurry before he misses the flag ceremony in a few more minutes.

Seeing the stage with a few students falling in line and the stage podium being set. What else was there are a few more of his known friends, most notably being Rickson Clay and Stan Hamburg fixing the posters for the incoming event they said would be starting in a few weeks.

No one knows other than the school staff, not even Free who is the vice president of the student council. Just behind the current president, Shu himself. Not surprising as he's the best student in the whole school.

Free didn't have any trouble with parking as being a part of the Student Councils, he has a reserved parking space.

That is the brighter yellow line with a reserved sign, 'Student Council Vehicles Only'.

Very special indeed...

And no that's not because of his higher title outside his current school title and status as some haters would dish out.

Push them aside, they're harmless. Free could care less if he lost his title.

Parking perfectly smooth, Free pulled the breaks turning off the engine. Lights go off, taking his backpack. Then out of no where, accidentally knocking the jar while fixing the essentials...

Shit...

Oh fuck, the jar cracks and the glass fell off too...

Well, that's probably ain't a good sign...

Free took the small jar up to his eye level...

"Should I keep this...?"

Is it worth keeping that is...

Screw it, it wasn't important anymore...

Or is it?

Fuck why is he double thinking again? Didn't he say minutes ago he'll make it up to him?

The real question is if the albino would be willing enough to forgive him. If he's even willing to talk to the blond was the main question.

If not...

Maybe it is time for a change, perhaps a friendlier approach. Better than rushing things. And with this, he'd definitely look clingy, he really is.

He wants the albino so bad that he can lose track of what he's supposed to do today.

Who knows what'll happen?

'Maybe I'll keep it for good measures...?'

He wasn't very sure. What if Shu sees it? The damage may affect something to his plan.

Enough is enough thinking for a few hours onto the day already. If he overdue it, might make him unable to proceed with asking the albino on this level.

Free kept the jar on the dash, and a few more of the glass sharts falls off. Just great isn't it? Good sign...

Gonna be a long day, that will be if Free would keep himself together. Waiting for someone to slap him a good sense of hope or something.

"H-hi...Free!"

He turned behind where'd he heard the calling high pitched voice, it wasn't much. Another face on his class, "Morning Joshua, sup?" He waved sorta out of the blue. Wasn't like he hasn't greeted anyone normally after 6 months of depression.

Joshua is not really helping the sickness either, Free kinda feels off around him, but tends to shrug it off, with his very high, curved-forward black hair.

What he means by 'off' is sort of disturbed...

When he gets into details, it makes it even more well reasonable to stay away...

But he is he leader of the Drama Club. That fact doesn't makes things better, only even more reason to feel worst. Bombastic, and haughty, very arrogant and his accent is what you would expect with someone whom is a dramatic type.

About the off thing is mainly how he acts around the blond.

"The...there's a new play coming this month. A-and your some of....your class joined...taking part of the play with us!" Geez, there he goes again. He acts to sketchy, like he's plotting behind his tone of voice.

The suspicion can be right or wrong, but Free's not in the mood. Too disturbed to even utter a word, "Oh? Hmm, first-year seniors will collab with the second years too?" He asked, dumbfounded by it seems by Joshua who gave him q questioning look.

He removed that look once Free took notice of it.

Is that a smile he can spot? Not a normal one, but kinda...dark? Hard for the blond to explain. Like the guy is on hinge, "I-I don't think so..." Joshua admits...saying some hard to understand words under his breath.

'Such a weird guy...'

Free shrugs the awfully questionable way of speaking coming from the school's himedere. "Uhm...okay? I'll think about it when the roles are presented..." Free states, completely ignoring the odd pinkish aura around the drama club leader.

As he grabbed his bag and closed the door to his car. Turning back to say goodbye to the club leader, as a student council should. The guy was gone...

"What the- where...? Joshua?" He turns around and round to catch a glimpse of his destination, nothing though. "Huh?" Now Free's definitely is questioning his own sanity or that guy is just very weird. Around him specifically, meeting him around the school always being an arrogant bitch. How come when with the blond he looses his composure? Like he can't belive Free exists.

Common as it gets, they assume it's just his way of being respectful towards the council students, very valid but out of the question. With Wakiya, the treasurer of the council gets a dose of flat arrogance from the club leader. Free just accepts it cause maybe he has the higher status.

Now thinking about it, he hasn't seen Shu being around Joshua before, and neither seen Shasa ever interact with the weird hairdo guy. Besides that, he's strange. And he is a year older what makes it more questionable and curiosity take over.

That's off the point, he's not getting ready to investigate that. Free's sights are on the albino.

Today has been a struggle so far it seems, a car blocked his way making him almost miss the ceremony and that Joshua appeared and disappeared out of nowhere...not a good start to have a fresh start...

"This day is a bust..." He mutters, fixing his belongings...

Until a voice...

"Hm? What if I do something about it baby~?"

Free swiftly jumps away, hitting his cold opened locker door. Eyes focusing on the startling appearance of the bluenette woman giggling, cocking her hip hands behind, "What's the matter baby~?"

'So this is how Poncho must've felt like...'

Free pushes away from his locker door, picking up his fallen board magnets. "Don't scare me in the morning Shasa..." Typically unamused by what is happening to him all through out his morning, Shasa turned her spicy smile into a bitter frown.

The woman rolls her magenta eyes, "Says the guy who is late..." She called out with an added,"Again..."

Here it goes again...

Rolling his eyes as well, having enough already. Shasa ain't going out like that without the blond under her fingertips. Wrapping her arms around his upper arm, being a koala. Snuggling warmly against his shoulder.

Free isn't having it, not today...

Her pout lasted for a second before taken over by her sneer smirk, scheming. "Aww baby waked up without his milk~?" She cooed, lifting her white turtle neck up to her abdomen before being stopped at an instant by her boyfriend. She almost shows her light blue bra underneath...

Speaking of clothing, does she really just wear only a bra under a thin top?

Free blushed holding her hands tightly down, "Shasa- the hell not here!" Free's getting frustrated, at a bright and very early morning too.

This has been a routine for a long line of days, et he could never et used to it.

Peaceful and quiet inside the locker rooms, assuming most of the students are in the gym already for the flag ceremony as their daily school schedule.

She pressed her index finger against his lips with a 'shh', "No one's here~" A seductive tone enters Free's hitlist. "Let mommy provide her baby milk before the day starts hmm~" She proceeds to push away Free's hard gripping hand off of her arm to shamelessly life her shirt again. The blond ain't letting her way.

Free wanted to push her aside for her sexual tendencies, too early to have such attitude and in a school for god sake. He did as his mind says, setting her aside. A gentle push, only way to say 'no' to her.

Knowing their unpredictable relationship, no one, other than him, does this to her.

Free can't lie, Shasa is a beautiful woman...not really the reason how he fell for her...though her mind gotten spoiled the worst way possible through out his years with her as friends and has gotten even more worst in their six months of being together.

Shasa gave him the same frown, disappointed face. "Alright alright, how about I come with you home to-"

"No!" She shook back, eyes widen.

Free cuts her off, abruptly and a bit rude than what he initially intended as soon as he connected what she's about to say...

"I mean...no, I have..." His head puzzled to put together a sensible excuse. "Have a... business to attend to for my father. You know, since he's all the way in Europe."

That's not very sensible in his ears, but to Shasa it seems to have worked. Giving him a smile, returning the kind gesture. "School starts in a few, what about I come with you in your class~?"

"Don't cause me another problem like last time I had to deal with Silas for your-" This time it's her time to cut him off, placing the same finger as before on the same gesture. "He's just jealous that I swarm those who are handsome and strong~" She said shamelessly with a smirk...

Yes he knew about it...

Yet he remains by her side...

Well...he can't take that request down, no matter the answer she'll come...

How did he fell in love with her again...?

How...did he fell for her rotten behavior...? Someone would've dumped her after learning of her 'night outs'. Even Free can't answer that truthfully and goes as what others says about her beauty...ignore the ugly heart....

Blind love?

Maybe...

Most likely...

He just agreed being out spaced by the girl keep getting closer to his face. And follows to the letter, escorted him into his classroom.

Mind off of the students that would approach them for some reasons he didn't dare to listen to. His mind is on something else, and not involving dating anyone...

Especially not these young girls, guess he can thank Shasa for being the fussy girl she is, very easily angered by the girls who tries to get close...

Not like she does it to guys...

If how'd he became the official boyfriend of the school slut he can't answer with a straightforward truth.

Then how can he answer the other most asked question...

Why'd he...

Why'd he broke up with Shu...?

No.

Break his pure kind heart.

Nothing in his life has ever made him so guilty of his mistake than this...

"Free? Freeeee?"

Free gasps out of his inner thoughts to another familiar face, a smaller spiky-haired kid. Gosh, how he felt relieve bumping into him...

"A-ah! Sorry..." He apologies while Valt gave him a big grin, meaning 'it's cool'.

The blue boy hops around, being the hyper student of the school that no other has ever seen. "Got any plans today bud?" He sounded so excited and cheerful...

Free shook his head, "No, not really...", when he said that, Valt's face light up.

"Perfect, then you can join the singing program!" He said cheerfully.

Free puts down his bag on the locker bench, and a bit reluctant to join...knowing who has always been the representative of hat program. "Uh...Valt..."

"Hmm?"

"Is...you know...he singing?" Valt felt a lightning strikes the suggestion in pieces. "We-well...yes..."

"Then I better no-"

The light bulb above Valt lights up, "Then take it as opportunity to talk to Shu!" He said so suddenly, this kid knows what he always wanted months ago, and that is it.

Free looks up on the other side of the boys locker room, to where he knows Shu's locker is...he isn't there though...

After the ceremony, they were told to change in their P.E. uniforms as this day is the first week of their school's foundation. Talk about forgetful...they've been doing this for years yet the blond forgot...

This couldn't get any better to what he had hope this day would bring him. And since the councils, him included, are gonna be very busy and would have meetings about the field and programs process in the course of 3 weeks.

3 weeks of preparations, that should be enough time to at least befriend Shu once again. Even if Valentines day, their anniversary, passed that time..

As long as he finally fix thing between them...

He missed him so much that being a friend should be better than hate...

"So, what do you say?"

The singing program is a pretty nice way to start, Shu has the best singing voice in school. Seriously an all-around talent.

Might aswell take it.

With a confident look, he agrees. "Sure." He gave a nod of agreement and Valt happily listed his name on his phone, a list of the participants, even including Rantaro...

That's new...

Valt saw what he was looking at, "Oh yeah, I was surprise too."

"Him too huh? Guess I'm not the only one..."

They laugh it off and gathers their stuff...

"Oh by the way, Shu's looking for a duet partner on the new song." Valt stated and it already got onto Free's mind. "So...I was thinking if you woul-"

"Yes." Free didn't let him finish, determine to take the unoccupied spot.

Meanwhile, surprises Valt, "Wow, you're eager." He laughs while Free raises his shoulder.

"I'll take the chance."

Valt smiles and wrote down his name as Shu's partner, "You do you bud, you do you." He puts away his phone then just a few more minutes passed and the next bell rings then he gets reminded...he has to be with Shasa...

As she said earlier, he will give it to her. Their a couple, so he had to.

He explained his reasons to Valt then heads out to find Shasa. And he can tell, Valt's not happy with that...

For as hyper and friendly as the boy is, Shasa has made it a challenge for him to make friends with his best friend's own girlfriend. Continuing the amount of times both bluenettes interacted is easy enough with one hand.

Right as he exited the boys lockers he can already hear the same female voice.

"There you are~" Shasa said from the corner of his eye, waving goodbye to his other 'friends'...

What friends, he means something far from that term. He knew Shasa is bisexual, she would make out with one of them in the bathroom or the locker. Gossip spreads quicker than lightning here in Beigoma...like his guilt...

Free forced a smile, how can anyone expect him to give a genuine smile after all the shits? "I can escort you to yours instead." His actin is pretty on point. He really is pathetic is he?

"Nah, I see what you'll be joining this year~" Sheesh, she can't drop that annoying flirtatious tone...

And that caught one of Free's classmates and close friend...

Wakiya Murasaki heard her, and stomps on his way towards them. Oh boy...

He smells trouble...

He knew by heart, Wakiya hates her...

She stole his best friend's boyfriend after all...

Already the atmosphere changed dramatically as in playing the last boss on a video game, so tense before it even started.

He pointed his finger so aggressively as he stomps their direction, it caused a large gathering of nosey individuals to watch the 'show' put in the middle of the corridor. "Look here little girl, if you don't stop that right now I swear I can beat you up." Woah, where did that come from? Violence hasn't been Wakiya's traits for many reasons...so many new things are happening today, and it's Monday.

Shasa a disgusted look, eyes formed a sassy look on her, "Ugh, mind your own business eggplant, we didn't invite you." She beckons her hand, shooing her away like he was a type of dog.

Gosh this two is giving him a head ache first thing in the morning...

The beating rage inside Wakiya is heard for miles, "Like you were invited in our program, be honest here, you'll just make out with Free on his desk again like last week." Bro, Free just wants to get out of there for second embarrassment, this is horrible...

"You're just jealous because you broke up with your boyfriend~" She stick her tongue out which made Wakiya snap at the comment. "Bet no one else can love a spoiled brat other than him, too bad he cuts off~"

This is just sad, "Babe! Stop that's-" Free stopped himself after hearing Wakiya in rage.

It brought the other blond almost to tears, "It's neither our fault we broke up! I never wanted to!" He yelled out, swelling tears at the corner of his blue eyes.

At that point, Free had enough. He can't stand another crying minute. "Shasa, enough!" Free raised his voice before Shasa could utter another mean word and escalates the problem further than it does.

He glance back to Wakiya who is tearing up, "Take this Wakiya..." Free handed his extra handkerchief to the other blond, who denies it and stomps away...

Fucking heck of a Monday this is...

He gave Shasa the glare to which she backs off as this is a sign of Free really pisses off and ready to smack anything in his way. "Why did you do that? That was uncalled for!" He argues and she pushes back.

Shasa has her mouth hanging wide open, thinking she's in the rights to do that, "What!? Me!? He approached us! He started it."

Free stomp his foot,"Your behaviour started it all!" Here they go now...inhaled and exhales, deep breath, calming his nerves before a vein pops. "Just...go to the program you joined...I'm already done for today..." And the day hasn't even began, practically exploded in the first hour...

What luck...

Shasa grunts and stomps her way as well, leaving Free in the middle alone.

Well...could this day get any worst?

"That was a bit rough for a student council ain't it? Blondie..."

Holy shit is can...

Darn it...

Free, with an unamused look, glance behind without moving his body. "What now Silas..." Tone shifted with both bored and the 'so fucking done' tone.

Great, now the school bully is here to give him a dose of torture. And already a huge scene gathers, bigger than earlier...fucking great.

"Aren't you gonna go after your stupid girlfriend? After all, your bad a making decisions." Swear to God, somebody stop him from blowing that shit-eating grin across Silas's face till it bleeds, never allowed to smile again.

Free holds himself back from starting the fight first in an instant, he's good at compressing his expression when provoked. Not for long however, "I do, and that bad decision is to beat your ass to pulp." A confident threat that he gives no shit to whomever he beats until they bleed.

Silas got over the middle to join the blond, face to face head-on, they've done this over the months Silas had transferred to Beigoma Academy.

No one knows him, nor why he does such mean acts to an innocent student. He's cruel and harsh, cussing at those who cross him, force you to give and fucking hell, a combination of any mental image anyone have picturing a bully.

Only a few can stand up to him, and one of them is Free, who's ready for anything he throws while the other students came to watch shouting 'fight, fight, fight!'

Where are the school staff? They were called to the faculty which is on the other side of the first floor where they were, hard to hear the loud shouting.

Silas was the first to attack, fist up aiming for Free's stomach. Free dodges the attack, as Silas left an opening when he punches the air to the right, Free's on the opposite side, striking his heel he stumbles.

The cheers gradually gotten louder to the point of it coming louder half way of the halls. Adding more and more coming and this is a big hallway brawl.

Free strikes to kick his side, but that time he's the unlucky as Silas recovers quickly, grabbing onto Free's leg he threw him across the hall where the students gets out the way screaming.

He tried standing up only to see Silas charging at him again, he pretends to stand up only as Silas got close, he ducked down.

Everything felt slow in motion, his fist bursts out of the floor, striking a heavy hit to the last place any guys would like to get hit on...

That very moment, the girls cheers while the guys felt their own were the one who took the impact. The painful groan from Silas gave them the result of how much it really hurts.

At this point, Free's out of it. He's so done for the last hour of this pending day and really pissed now that Silas joins his living hell.

A short battle then usual as Free's on edge, won't let his body take another beating. But he isn't done with Silas who is on the floor holding his swollen junk.

Free's eyes glows yellow as he looms over the defeated green gremlin. Indicating Free lost his shit. Stepping on that place, where it hurt more...

He jabs his arm back then plunges to his face.

Students still cheering...they give no fucks about Silas...

He continues to punch Silas that his nose bleeds. What he craved for before the battle did happened, then he went for another heavy punch, but before he could reach he was stopped by an unknown hand...

The grip on his hand was strong, not strong enough he couldn't get out of it, but what halted him was who's hand it was...

If the red and yellow fingerless glove wasn't a dead give away, then the dangling white hair will..."Shu...?"

His eyes weren't deceiving his reality, it is reality, "The hell are you boys doing?" He sounded calm, but knowing him more than these morons, deep down, he's also pissed. "You do know this is school..." He lets go of Free's wrist.

A swift turn towards the blond, "And you..." He means Free, who looks at him, "You're the vice president of the student council, why are you acting this way? This can get you kicked out of the council for this course of action."

Here it goes again, the expectations and blah blah blah...

That title should've been stripped away from him since the day he cheated, goes late, gives no shit about school policy.

It's all shit to him, plain nothing...

But when it's Shu who is speaking, it means so much for Free. He let go as soon as he said that. Shu sat down to check on Silas's injuries.

He brought out his pocket first aid, treating Silas's bleeding face before turning to Free. Standing up, leaning against his ear where only he can hear. "You're lucky I won't report this to the teachers..." This left Free stunned.

'What!? Why not!?' His face said the words in his head.

Shu just rolled his eyes and continues to help Silas on his head injury where he was in need of serious treatment other than first aid. With he help of the males, Silas was sent to the nurse's office.

In Free's surprise, even Silas lied about his injuries. Stating he got it from his fight from outside students, as it was common for someone like him, they believed it.

Still curious why he covered up...

The albino carries to ignore Free as they head on the gym. What he doesn't know is that Free was in on the same competition that he participated in and was creeped out with Free's following behind.

Staying quiet about it won't give him an answer, so he broke the silence, "What are you doing?" He asks so seriously Free stopped looking at the nice scenery of their school.

The blond prevents the shock, Shu got his fullest attention now, "Wh-what?" He stammers, anyhow he has to get a word in.

Shu gave a slightly angry look, brows stern, grumpy..."Why are you following me?" Even his voice sounded annoyed, making Free feel uncomfortable being around the albino.

Now he get why he was asking then proceeds to answer truthfully, "I'm on the singing program." Shu's body tense and Free could see this...this is harder than it looks.

"Why join? I expected you to join the martial arts program instead..."

There are multiple competitions and programs in the making. Singing, dancing, drama, cooking, journalism, spelling, puzzle, digital and traditional arts, and lastly martial arts. Means the school will be packed by stands by February 22, as the program was suppose to be on 20 but its the weekends so they moved it.

For the record, martial arts has been Free's main hobby above the other sports. He took every technique, which doesn't apply greatly to Free then he had bottled up anger in times. He refuse to use his head at that point and fights head-on, no thinking.

Shu clicks his fingers with a yell, "Hey!"

The blond jolts up, "Huh-what?" Fuck, why does he sound so weak?

The albino rolled his eyes, looked annoyed he joined "Why join us than Martial arts? You deaf..?" Where'd that smugness come from? He wants to ask...might as well not if he wants to keep it positive.

Free just come up with a small reason, "I'm bored of it..." Wasn't much, and would obviously not convince the annoyed Shu up front, who takes no bullshit.

He suddenly chuckles, sounds that made slightly Free relief, "Pft, bored? Hard to believe..." The albino sounded so smug, not the Shu he knows who is a gentle speaker.

Free tries to ignore Shu's sarcastic behaviour as standing next to him felt harder than lifting a 100 ton rock by the cliff.

Yes, he can lift it, only took him a few seconds to lift it all the way. He could set the record for the dead weight competition if he feels like doing the impossible.

"Heard about Rienna's death...your classmate right?" So Shu's starting the small talk this time, that made it slightly easier to break the tension.

Free stares up to the sky and responded, "Yeah, wonder what happened?" The thought of a 15 years old woman, kind and surely beautiful, would become a victim of a rape and an equal younger sister, becoming a rape survivor, just awful to give life to.

"Sure as hell, if Raven returns to school, I'm gonna have to comfort her...since..." He trails off with the blond getting the point.

Something sort of clicks in their heads, but the reasonable explanation is there. The school policy of holding a small funeral for their late students. But according to schedule, it won't be a good time if they hold a funeral on a special day despite how disrespectful that can be.

The principal does promise to hold the funeral for the end of the foundation as a small memory as the other lost students...

Yes...

Multiple students has been listed as lost and until now, haven't been found from then till now. Not a small clue wether they are alive or dead, straight up sends many to stay at their guard, especially when you walk alone.

Outside of school is no difference, perhaps worst. A constant report of a missing or dead is rising which sends parents to a panic that most refuses to let their children attend school. Young adults are also afraid of being kidnapped, no matter the age or condition, they go missing. Some incidents has a baby stolen, and even some instances, a cancer patient went missing after she went on a stroll, since she was kept inside the hospital for the past months, she was allowed to go free for one hour...

An hour alone was all it took for her disappearance...

They talked about the topic that before they realized it, they were at the gym already. Free did reminds himself not to get dirty as their P.E. shirts are white with blue sleeves and pants with white sash on either sides. Lucky he didn't get it stained by Silas's blood or he's caught.

That small zigzagging movements by the albino kinda spells something to Free, Shu tries to loose him but he kept up on his tail to the head of the program.

A man named Zac, a famous superstar in their country. "Goodmorning little stars!" He said with one of the most enthusiastic voice they could hear, as he does to every lines he says in or out shooting. Shu greeted him politely back as Free did so afterward. "So you're the new member told by twinkle toes right?" He pointed at Free, who questioned the name...

Who is that? "Twinkle toes?" Free gave a confused look.

Shu scoots closer, whispers to his ear, "He means Valt."

Now he gets why, and held his laughter "Oh, uh...yeah, that's me." A weird yet accurate name for that energetic bluenette.

Zac claps his hands, thrilled to be working with these students as they are pretty well-known...especially that incident, but Zac graze over that, set it aside not to be brought up. "Great! Now let's get started!" He's too cheerful for comfort, not gonna change Free's uncomfortably around the albino, still giving him annoyed glances from time to time. He tries to ignore them, but fail, and the more he does the guiltier he gets.

His life is getting worst and worst...

Hours have passed and Free practiced Shu's new song. Yet to be named, but reading through the lyrics, it's worst than he expected.

Not that the lyrics sounded bad, it's the message what made him feel uneasy about joining the competition. Thinking to himself if joining was a good idea for starters? Should he quit?

The lyric, just the lyrics, is enough to drop a guilt bomb his way. Shu really shows no mercy when playing his feelings now does he...?

Since the school allowed the students to do their respective programs with their own theme...

And Shu, unknowingly to the rest of the participants, based it on his feelings...

The lyrics say it all...

Digs a deeper guilty hole for Free to fill for until next week of their preparation. No shame of rubbing it in on Free's suspecting face...

Their assigned band team already on their places while Free was given two roles, the guitar, and another singer which will be for their rehearsal while Shu sang in his and Free's lines.

He met up with Valt during periods of Shu fixing the instruments, he heard the commotions outside the locker and asked Free for the whole detail.

Didn't took too long since Wakiya is a part of the program too, but he decided to work on the stage instead and would rather support his friends on the side as well as Valt.

They have quite he group...

Since Shu will be taking a while to finish their piece, he went for a little wonder to help out his friend on his assignments.

Right next to the gym storage where they have their crafting station, Valt emerges from the big green door, "Hey Valt?" Free ran towards the bluenette, which he halted while carrying a box full of props, "Why's Kurogami not here?" Free asked, lending Valt a hand on that big heavy box.

Getting to know that guy, he knew how he is when his boyfriend tires himself with work, mainly at their bakery.

Valt answers immediately, giving Free some of the boxes, "Oh Daigo? He joined the journalism competition."

Free was a bit surprised, "Cool! What does he have in mind?"

That question got Valt to purse his lips and flex his memory to remember the tiny details Daigo gave him, "He wanted it to be a hidden surprise." Valt cheers about that little twist Daigo have for the story.

Free just watch as to how marveled Valt was for his boyfriend's work...kinda makes him want to cheer Shu on his competition...

"I read a few points in the plot, and he wanna keep the-" Valt cuts off, holding his ears from the calling, or in this case, yelling voice.

Wakiya already doing a great portion of the stage sets for the theme each participants suggested. Now he's onto Valt's props which are for the other boy band, "VALT! Hurry up with the headbands! I need to finish those before they rehearse tomorrow!"

The blond looked at his box, it was filled with the headbands and extra cloths with variety of colors along with a smaller case of threads.

Wow, those guys have loads of stuff. "Got it!" Free said, handing the box to Wakiya's station right next to the control panel of the school mic and lights.

Wakiya drops the needles on his lips, "Free!?" He exclaimed that Free had to help pick them up before an unsuspecting person steps on them.

Afterward, Free just smiles and left, can't face him after this morning...

Damn it...

He can't face any of his friends since then. The difficulty is set to hardcore, Shu would definitely be the final boss. Fixing a once broken heart is harder than it sounded on paper.

Time goes by and the bell rang for their lunch period, Free enjoyed himself on the back with the guitar, listening into Shu's melodic hums. The music sounded amazing, Free's holding an electric guitar as it was replaced midway, since the other guy don't play to Zac's ears good enough and he was more into the guitar Free was playing.

Wasn't a big deal for the guy, he appreciates the switch, so it worked out.

Shu wore his sling bag around, and ready to go...until on the tip of his nose, Free smells some trouble...

Located by the entrance to the gym he hears, "Doing swell baby~?" Oh boy, here she is.

Not surprisingly she doesn't look angry as Free expected, that girl never gets upset with him for 2 long hours.

"I reserved us a table, wanna head in." She said suggestively like she meant it to be a different meaning which wasn't. Tracing her fingertips across Free's chest up to his neck.

Free went along, kissing the bridge of her nose, a small peck, "Sure, I'm starving. I could use something to clear my throat." He laughs which she giggles upon.

She goes on about how frantic her coach was since her program is the drama competition and Joshua is the leading role and director. Oh yeah, he can't forget that he has a choice on the drama competition if he wants to since Joshua is reaching out for help...although he'd rather be with Shu for now.

Gotta make a move before it's too late to go back...

"Then let's get going, I'm up for more salad for dessert." Shasa exclaims as her favorite food is that, veggies. Explains why she's skinny as heck.

Some say that this is a girl's problem, insecurities about their weight. Free lets out a breath, taking the hand placing a small kiss on the knuckles.

The bluenette woman giggles like it were the cutest thing she has ever seen, "Aw~ You're so sweet baby~" She cooed.

Little did he know a small group already was forming besides them, they can't handle sticking their noses on Free's romantic gestures...not even Shu, who watched as Free kissed Shasa's hand like he wasn't there...in front of them...

If Shu can see this, so can Wakiya. He gets out of his seat and grabs onto Shu's arm, pulling him out of there before...

"Isn't that cute..." Too late, Shasa spotted them like a hawk, "You really are jealous...both of ya~" She send a smug smirk and a wink at their direction.

The albino wish he can really give her the bitch slap for being this mental.

Meanwhile, embarrassed by practically everything, Free wanted to say a word to stop her, but Wakiya ignores her and takes Shu out the door, only for Shasa to send another tearful message.

"I heard Rantaro is singing 'Love is gone'."

Sounds of gasps echo throughout the big space.

Now that got Wakiya to stumble a foot, Shu got in front of him to check if he's okay...he isn't, "How can you discuss love life with me when you can't even do it properly-"

Free intervenes...

"Shasa, no-" He so desperately wanted to make her stop this second, even he's stricken, but Shu did it for him.

Shu gave his darkest glare the whole gym population has ever seen, his red eyes went from gorgeous to straight-up dead scary. "You know nothing about real love..." Oh, here he goes. Shu's burning in rage while helping his blond bestie get back on track before adding more into his statement, "You don't know ONE BIT!" Shu's voice raised from the bottled anger he so desperate to release.

They ignore everyone's, Zac included, wishes to stop the yelling as Shu's not backing out on someone who had hurt his friend, everyone knows that.

Want to pick a fight with someone? The last one you should are the real heavy word hitters.

Valt came to comfort Wakiya, no one knows where Rantaro thought, "How can someone, ANYONE would think constantly cheating on your boyfriend behind his back TRUE LOVE!" The albino, with all his might, spoke up so everyone could hear.

Whispers of agreement occur all around.

That didn't strike Shasa a point of shame but directed to Free. He couldn't speak or show any bravery to step up...

They're no longer arguing, they're fighting as they gets closer and closer into the middle while Free helplessly watches as his ex-partner, and current partner fight on the spotlight like some cage match was happening surrounded by the audience betting their money who would win.

Shasa sways her bangs, having the superiority to think she's in control. Knowing her long enough, she doesn't care about her own image but wants everything she wants to be given to her.

Which just makes the question, 'how'd he fell for an entitled bitch like her?' even more complicated to solve.

He hears Shasa huffs, growing with arrogance, "Is that the best you can do?" She said in a smug tone, she's getting riled up wiping the floor with Shu's blood. "You're one to talk bunny babe~ Don't tell me cheating is bad while you sell your body."

The room went silent after a large long gasp of the students, Free and Shu's friends included. "What...?" Shu backs off from the 'stage', literally, the light reflects through the glass ceiling like a spotlight.

"You know~" Shasa then turns to everyone with a shooking unbelievable news to boot, "Ladies and Gents, we know the perfect prodigy of the school is hard to catch on the scene when you TRUST him too much..."

'Fucking hell Shasa!' Free's chest explodes, he didn't hesitate to grab Shasa's extended wrist down. "Enough!" He tries to drag her out of the scene, ignoring her complaints that what she was saying is true. "Stop it! Spreading lies is not going to end well for you!" Crossing boundaries is one thing, but this is on a whole other level.

However, Free was left speechless when Shasa laughs historically, "Lies? Me? Saying lies?" She laughs again that Wakiya pushed Valt aside to approach them.

He doesn't look like he's on to a good mood to just walk off and leave this behind, "Spread lies, and I'll reveal your dirty secret. Don't think you're a top cow, moo'aning in the bathroom in EVERY.SINGLE.RESTROOM. For females or males, it doesn't matter..." Another dirty secret has been exposed, and you can bet Wakiya has evidence as rumors are not one to laugh about.

Hearing female moaning in the lockers or the restrooms isn't enough, the fact Shasa and another guy is the last one to be found exiting after the noises is more than enough to prove a rumor right.

Male or female, she will take to bed...

What's worst, is that most of the school knows that Free knows this is true, yet he couldn't be bothered to break up... that's when the rumor of Free doing the same Shasa does to him...it was proved to be so as he had impregnated one woman who is below his age, not by a lot, but still, a cruel thing to do and not support her. Can't blame him for that as she is the one who threw herself on to Free, and Free is more than willing to help but she disappeared. Assuming committed suicide.

Questions can go wild, how is Free still in the student council if he did get someone pregnant? Or, how is he not kicked out of the school, no less.

Then again, searching the investigation documents, none prove this to be the case as there were no bodies of her anywhere to be seen...

Free felt even more guilty to the core...

Shasa continues to laugh like it wasn't a big deal, which is true as almost the whole school knew. Not the faculty, however, as no one is brave enough, not even Wakiya, can report her deeds. Shasa is a woman with a tendency to give you a bad time until she drives you insane.

Guess that's one explanation...

A girl got the guts and reported her, then she got out clean. How? No one knows, and that poor poor girl, Shasa made fun of her, bullies her that she drove that girl insane. She remains absent since then, getting some serious therapy.

"Go ahead, see if you can stand me soon after eggplant." Shu tugs Wakiya's purple coat, he's not about to continue this fight and so does Free, almost carrying Shasa out of there when she tries to speak out loud.

This day is ruined...his chances have disappeared out of thin air...

Wakiya has every right to tell the teachers that as he has more proof to say otherwise, meanwhile Shasa's statement isn't ringing any bells that they were true.

Far from any rumor can be made since she just straight up spat random lies about a boy who has been the school's best-behaved student during his years. More trusted by the school than her.

None has expected this, which is why nobody can believe an unconfirmed rumor about someone with that high status, unfair to the lower once...

Free had enough of the crowd's questions and gets Shasa the heck into the back door, whereas Shu and Wakiya took the front.

Immediately after letting go of her, Free gave her that darting glare...

"What?"

This behavior got Free to a 3 to stress level 8 right after.

The blond can explode right about now, "What do you mean 'what'?" He called her out, "The fuck are you thinking? Why would you say junk like that in front of hundreds of students knowing you are lying-" Shasa pulls away from his grip.

His hold of her loosened whenever they're talking about certain problems, "Here you go again, siding with your ex and beating your girlfriend's ass." This isn't the first time they fought about this, no this isn't the first time Shu is the reason they argue.

"Then what else did you suspect me to do? I'm doing my best to keep you on your best behavior since I lend you to enroll here."

Shasa was not having any of it, she pulls out her phone, "You want proof huh? I'll show you proof..." Free couldn't believe what he was hearing, she has evidence that Shu is smuggling with other men...

It is just getting worst and worst...for the sake of his sanity, he wishes to have never done what he'd done 6 months prior.

Took her less than 10 seconds, Shasa projects her phone flat on his face, where are pictures...is not very telling once either...

Free just grunts as a small release relief, "This?" He points at the screen, "This is your proof?" Shasa crossed her arms confidently...how the hell did he spoil her...?

This literally took his patients that he's holding himself back not to break the dang thing. "You do know what this is...right?"

This pissed look across his face doesn't get acknowledged by Shasa, she just shins and eye-rolls, "Of course dumbhead, he's clearly with those guys, looks like they're heading on that motel-"

Free shoves her along with her phone and storms off as she tried to regain her footing and went after him. "Free? Hey! Baby."

The blond jerks around abruptly, face showing dark, blood-boiling anger. "Stop this nonsense, they're not good enough proof that what you said is true!" He raised his voice that the students around their facility overhear this exchange.

The pictures were clearly not showing signs that Shu took prostitution at all, mainly was just him talking to other guys in the streets. And Free's experience with Shu for those years of they've been together, those pictures mean nothing. Shu had always been kind to anybody he sees on the streets, whether to wave, invite them for coffee, or have a small talk on the exact place they met.

And everyone knows this, they can see Shu giving his extra lunch to the homeless, or helping strangers whenever in need. It's practically a given.

If that weren't enough, Free personally knows some of them. One was the hotel manager they used to book special dates with, their anniversary and stuff, one is the engineer guy that had helped on the Aoi's bakery, Valt's parent's close friend, one was the janitor of their favorite restaurant, and more...

What else is that they are in fact siblings. Triplets actually...

He goes one by one of each picture before throwing the phone on the ground, not strong enough to make it show a dent.

Shasa frowns, took her phone, and storms away crying, not leaving without showing Free the tears in her eyes.

It sickens Free to the point he wanted to end it there on that spot, now Shasa would be upset about him too...

Free wanted to talk to her, but his body refuses to step forward in her direction. Perhaps it would be better if they both have a time out. He'll get back to her, maybe tomorrow...depending on his mood.

But she stays persistent and would be back on good terms by this afternoon...

Free just sigh of how pathetic he'd been throughout the day. He's been an ass to his girlfriend the whole morning, then he fought against Silas regards of consequences and he failed to prevent Shasa from uttering such insults twice to Wakiya and once on Shu...

There is that goal in his mind, if he wanna get it done then he gotta step it up a notch if he wants to go anywhere that goal. Shu must be very embarrassed to even talk back at Shasa for starting a piece of ridiculous fake news in the gym.

The cold winter is not helping the heating tension within his chest, it's too much to handle on thin ice. Shu is definitely on fire about what had happened and would rather not show it, the opposite of Wakiya, that guy would express his emotions either hiding or in full view, as long as it is the right thing to do.

Free could not start this at a fast pace...

Suddenly, his stomach grumbles only one explanation and solution, he's hungry. Might aswell go to the school cafeteria.

As he got there, 12 circle tables occupied, 15 rectangular once containing 10 students of each all are taken. Looks like Shasa made the right call to reserve as he could see her friends on one table happily chatting away. No, Shasa though, probably crying her eyes out in the restroom...hope nothing more...

It's Shasa...of course, there would be more and he won't be surprised, who will are the students, impresses of Free's commitment...what timing, if only he had that when he's with their best student 6 months prior...

Free just went to one of the stalls and order his hot silver tray of what was on the menu, mostly nuggets and hamburger was the best on the board so he took it, along with an apple and some sauce for the nuggets.

He doesn't feel like eating either, he doesn't deserve it. However, he knows damn well how much energy he's going to let on with the rest of the afternoon.

Free took his tray outside, a few unoccupied seats he took. Then a glimpse of white passes the corner of his eye.

Good Lord, he hoped not to cross with him right now while that incident is still fresh. Shu, along with Valt and Daigo, comforting Wakiya and his battle against his tears.

Free wanted to help aswell, but Shu wouldn't let him approach. After all, he's the boyfriend of that bully. Just this once, he tried to ignore them...bad choice once again...

That stare, that glaring red eyes he so loved, twisted fear coming out than genuine love and affection.

Ignoring them isn't the best choice, then he'll approach them no matter how mad Shu will be.

Free took his apple and left his table, approaching the group. But before he could utter a word, Daigo, in his dark voice, took notice of his presence, "Step away before it gets worst De la Hoya..." Being called by your last name like that is not a good call.

That won't stop him, he persisted and hand Wakiya his apple, "I know it's not much, but I'm terribly sorry on Shasa's behalf."

Wakiya refuses to take it, he can't blame him for that. Shu, however, took it. "Thanks, now you can leave..." He too has a dark tone voice.

They're not giving a shit about his kind gesture, apart from Valt who failed to talk them out of it...Free thanked him for his efforts and heads back to his table.

A few minutes have passed and he ate everything on his plate clean right off. The stress made him super hungry. He glances to the opposite table, where Shu and his friends are...surprise...not really...as soon as Shu stood up, he can see the apple in his hand...throwing it away on the nearest bin...

Uneaten, just thrown away like a scrap of paper...

Free didn't think much of it, he's well aware that was going to happen...not that it matters if he scolds Shu, he'll be the villain anyways if he tries to even speak to Shu.

Just shrug it off while he can, and since he had a few minutes left, he might aswell take a visit in the restroom...it just can't get any better does it...

Free found the area really soothingly quiet as most students had already head onto their respective areas to prepare. He should be doing that too, but he feels like not going back...he couldn't face it...

"Free?" Free was taken away by a voice behind him as he pisses on one of the stalls...

"Shu?" Fuck, why does the luck of the world is against his wishes...?

They're punishing him a lot today, certainly, more than the past 2 months of their school year.

Shu just not reacted further and went on his business, getting inside one of the cubicles as he remembers how shy he can be using the stalls...

In his head, he thinks that Shu's shy personality is very cute... 'You're still very cute Shu, you never change...even you cute little dick too.' There's jo stopping him from thinking that, Shu has a very tiny one, very cute like him.

Free subconsciously chuckles as he zips his zipper back up. About to walk to the sink until Shu spoke, "What's funny?" Like a typical restroom, it's compact that you can hear the smallest of noises.

Perhaps he can take this as a small window, "Oh nothing..." Free couldn't help but smirk when he hears Shu's adorable whine when teased, it sounds like a puppy, so adorable...irresistible...fuck, he has to keep it in if he doesn't wanna get in trouble..but its been too long, so damn long he'll give up everything for this one chance...however, Shu not be happy...

He didn't receive another response that he washed his hands and his face, until seconds later, Shu spoke again, "Shut up...dumbass..." Free nearly choked at the name.

Recovering quicker than lightning, he wipes the remaining drop of water on his chin, right now, he's done bein serious, "What happened to 'Reindeer', huh bunny~?" Reindeer is Shu's former given nickname due to his love for nature and animals, preferably deers.

But fuck, didn't his partner just insulted him 30 minutes ago? Why is he going all out with the flirty teasing? Even making Free puzzled about what on earth is he doing right now.

About time he finished his washing, Shu got out of the cubicles with a straight face, oh Free knew this face, he would tease Shu every day nonstop went they were together, pretending not to blush or shy around him.

Maybe he can go far with this pace...

"Heh, what's the matter bunny?" Bunny has been his favorite call for Shu who is definitely a match, adorable, and just irresistible to touch. Free decides not to leave and scoots closer to Shu who flinches at both his comment and him inching closer.

The sink isn't long enough and there were none next to it other than the wall, which proceeds to make Free take advantage of the facility. But...

This isn't right...so he made sure to leave a big open gap between them, Shu barely able to breathe as he gets closer then stops. Free turns to his direction and smiles, by luck if Shu returns the gesture...but no...

He turns to look away and about to leave, "Bunny...I'm so sorry." Looks like that got Shu's attention as he stopped midway to the door. "What Shasa did-well I did too, was more than unforgivable...and I thought, perhaps if I do my best to make it up to you-" He stopped right there hearing Shu's quiet growl. His dark side takes over and does not give shits of what he'd said.

"Don't..."

Free looked confuses.

"Don't ever call me that...EVER!" Shu yelled on the top of his lungs that last word, taken Free aback by this sudden complaint.

The albino was shooked himself, he covers his mouth and turns away, but Free held him still. "Shu, I promise...I wanna make it up to you whether it takes me years to do so..." Free abides Shu's wishes of never calling him that nickname again, Shu flinches, certainly staggers as he addresses what he demands.

That promise, however, is a different story. Turning abruptly facing Free with an angry look he had ever seen him before, "Thinking that you would keep a promise, it sickens me." Shu gets closer as he said that, "You're right, what you did was unforgivable and-"

"And you'd never forgive me..." A small gasp left his lips, Free was serious and added, "I know, but I'll take any chances to repay what I've owed you..."

Shu backed off a few steps before...thinking, "...I...I didn't say that..." This took Free for another round of shooking revelation, that Shu still give him a chance, "But it takes more than a million sorry to earn it..."

"I'll take it," Free said quickly, determined.

Shu couldn't speak, or move of what he just said, can his heart really do that?

Not after a moment of silence, Shu drying his hands, a tear is forming...

"No..."

The blond looked, again, confused. "No?" He asks.

"I can't forgive you..."

Now he changes his mind...

Free felt like his chances have been crushed by a boulder, "But you just said-"

"Forget I said it! I will never EVER forgive what you've done. It may be a part of life, but it's not a good excuse to get away from what you did." Shu then storms out of the scenes. Free took a few seconds to breathe and calculate what he just said.

What was it he can do? Cheating is a sin on so many levels, impregnating a woman and abandon them is also a sin, letting your woman get away with cheating is a sin of its own category, a secondhand.

The most sensible course of action is not to forgive him, whether he likes it or not...

But Free's not giving up...

He dropped the kindness, he dropped the calm and rational persona.

He.is.not...letting Shu get away as he does not care about his own reputation. And the fact the halls are empty as the bell already rang a few minutes before this went down, Free couldn't think of anything else better to do.

Try and try again to talk to him, fails repeatedly, approaching Shu multiple times and not getting any good response.

It's getting to the point that Free lost it, he is done acting vulnerable. If he keeps doing the wrong decisions then damn it, he'll let what first thing pops into his mind.

Approach Shu, but "Get the fuck away from me!" At this point, Free's harassing him...

The blond quickly realized this, halted himself from ever going closer. Letting the albino get away...

Yet he didn't stop there...

He had thought about it, this won't stop him...

'Where do you think you're going...?'

After Shu reaches the exit, Free hid, waiting for the time to strike. The absolute predator waiting for his unexpecting prey to walk into his trap.

Once he knew he was in the clear, he is going for the risk. Whether Shu likes it or not.

Shu felt a bit of relief fixing his uniform before their coach begins to notice their absence, being the well-organized boy that he has always have, as what he thought he was left alone, he was far from being safe from the hands of this predator hunting him down patiently on the back without him detecting his presence.

Like an actual ghost that Shu's senses, which almost equals that of Free's, didn't detect any sign that there's a stalker behind. Eventually going up the stairs to the second floor.

Oddly where there is no soul other than his, and Free's slowly walking behind, are in the halls like it was on the first floor.

'You're not going anywhere...'

This was his opening, wasting none of those precious time, a simple second if important. Similar to a wild tiger, Free charges to take this chance. Tackling Shu from behind trapping him between his strong arms. Shu yelps from the surprise attack try to fight back.

He used the wall to push him and Free backward. Stumbling down Free losing his grip from the impact. The albino took the opportunity to get out of his arms and run away as fast as he can, but he was too late, as Free was on his tail.

Their chase didn't last long as Free was way faster than Shu could ever be. All he could do was knock over extra chairs stacked outside their respective classrooms to slow Free down, only to slow himself down as well. The agile blond dodges every obstacle he can throw at him easily without a sweat forming.

Capturing the runaway teenager before he could escape his clutches. With one strong grip of his left hand, he was dragged harshly into an unoccupied room. An empty classroom undergoing some repairs. Chalkboard on the desk, chairs, and tables stacked together blocking the windows to the halls.

Shu did his hardest to get away, but the dominant male was above his level to reach. Strength, the stability he got him all beat. Talent wouldn't do anything good in this situation as his physical strength is below Free's. Easly put down by the blond on the teacher's table. Limbs strapped onto the wooden table by those full muscled arms and splitting his legs apart.

Face closed together, a few inches away. Suddenly, Shu turned wild and tried to surprise attack him by biting his face, which Free got away quick, no damage done. Disappointed albino, that was his only opportunity.

Free sees his full anger within the boy, teeth form in an angry grit, "Let go of me!" He growls, not gonna save his breath now that he has nowhere to go. All he was left to use freely was his voice.

His growling tone seems to do the trick, but not quite what he was to expect.

Those eyes...again...

His glare...

The pain is these written in red. As if his actions weren't enough, he yanks Shu away from the table. Pushing him against the clean chalkboard, with a hind of force, not quite to inflict harm.

"You asshole! Get off of me!" Shu squeals ain't so tough anymore as he was trapped between the wall and Free's full-body pressed against his back.

As their position has gotten a bit more thorough to the suggestive side of things. It was hard for the blond to concentrate without the thought of...that...

Free leans against the passive-aggressive albino's ear, "You look so delicious bunny~"

The albino choked not glancing but eyes locked on the wall. "What the fuck you horny-ass bitch! Go and devour your girlfriend instead!" Shu's not liking what Free is doing, not at all...

Free gave a teasing grin, "Since when did you learn those words huh~?"

"I'm allowed to say whatever I want as long as it's-" He didn't get to finish as it was unnecessary to his condition.

Tightening the grip on his arms, bend slightly on purpose. Nose sliding against his crooked neck. Taking full advantage of their current position and the lack of witnesses in this closed-up classroom.

"Fre-ngh...Shit..." Shu bit his lip to stop that name coming out of his whimpers as Free explores his long untouched skin, searching for that spot. There he found it eventually. Pushing his collar down, split in the middle of his neck.

"I want you, right here, right now..." Free licked his earlobe as he spoke softly, so warm into his ear. Warmth electrifies to his veins, down his spine. The heightened sensation of his long-needed passion, moaning without a care where has seconds ago. Chest arch upwards the furthest it can go to the wall.

After all this time, it's well demonstrated by Free that he took care of Shu so much that the tiniest of spots trigger that astonishing pleasurable make-out. He knew every location of it from his arms and legs, his abdomen and chest, and more importantly, the main prize.

Right now, he has to settle with his back. Pure ripe colors of white, unscared unlike his. Clean and sexy. While Free's is covered with nasty scars during his competitions and a few brawls here and there.

Free leaned his lips towards Shu's left ear, whole weight pressed against the albino to the hard wall. The blond's crotch grinding against his ass. Shu moans at the sudden touch, inappropriate but he didn't complain.

"What's the matter Bunny~? Use your fist and punch me if you don't want it." Free returns of calling him that nickname as a small tease, challenged giving him free space to move, however, he albino stayed in place. "Go on, I'm not stopping you~" Whispering played with his words, his old self returning. His romantic side that is.

Free did as what he said releases his grip of the albino's arms, falls directly to his shoulders instead, lips trailing down to the sweet spot of his neck he loves to taste. Nipping, careful enough not to leave markings that would claim the boy to be his.

The boy in between his arms didn't enact the way he thought he would've considering their position wasn't pleasant. But instead, Shu did the opposite reaction and grinds his tightly jeans-covered ass up against Free's lower jewels feeling for tense friction by the way he mover his hips.

"Wow..." Free said in an exhale, returning the suggestive aggressive touch. Both hands on each side of Shu's hip bone pulling him closer to his hardened member beneath the rough fabric of his pants.

Shu jolts up at the pressure put up to his ass and Free's throbbing member in between.

"So horny~"

His goal cleared out, pushed aside by his needs.

For god's sake, how long has he not felt Shu's perfect structure? Hugging, sniffing, and cherishing. 6 months? Felt like 6 years or more.

Fuck, even Shu's trying hard to be stubborn, yet he more likely has become a cute tsundere. How he lost his composure as soon as the blond got a hold of his weak pleasuring spots only Free knows. Memorizing them all during their time together, 4 years...damn...

He knew how to make the albino become a whimpering mess without taking off their clothes. Like right now.

A sensitive spot on his slim hip, pressing his hand hard with a gentle touch, tickles the albino. Breath hitches hot on the same spot over his neck causing the albino to arch back.

Bodies slam together, feeling desperate for each other's gentle and loving touch.

"Fuck Shu~" Free cursed, enjoying the moment, "You never stop getting hotter..."

The albino's jaw dropped, "Shu-shut up...gnh-dummy..." Looks to be Shu dropping his tough act as well, giving in entirely.

Shu stopped his tongue from saying a bad word, or a bad name comes out as something more reasonable than the f word.

The blond took it one step further, sliding his leg again between his thighs rubbing it slowly as a hint of teasing. It worked wonderfully as Shu sides into the pleasurable grinding.

'Still very sensitive isn't he' The blond chuckles in thought, obvious first thought about the way the trapped albino was moving. Pushing himself further to the torso of the blond, desperate- so so desperate.

"Ghhn~" Shu lets out a strangled groan like he's been holding his breath back hard that it jolts thickly out his mouth. The reason was there was a new little addition that comes to play as Free's former soft now harden member rises to poke Shu's ass head on shamelessly as seen in Free's expression.

This is wrong, so wrong in many ways...

But they both wanted this, no questions needed. They're filthy needy fuckers in a school classroom making out.

Deepening the small make-out session, pressing his palm against the hem of Shu's jeans, caressing his soft plump ass. One finger pressing deeper into it that Shu moans, needless to say, he's horny.

That wasn't enough for the blond thought, as he crept his free hand under the shirt of his victim.

Jolting at the warm hand sliding around his torso, his sensitive chest until it reaches his precious part. Clenching hard into the wooden support of the board, now his. Eyes open wide and close tight, lips parted the whole time. Free's his fucking drug, he knows almost everything about his sex life.

"Wanna go back to the desk~?" He waited for a reply, letting go of the albino.

That was a mistake, not a bad mistake.

Surprised by what happened next, he stood there dumbfounded as Shu, with his skinny stature should not be underestimated. Pushed the blond out of balance, back slamming on the table earning a painful growl.

Shu took it as a victorious prize, and Free thought he would stop there, he's dead wrong. The albino leaned against the side of his crooked neck, planting butterfly kisses. Waning to be dominant, but Free didn't bother to push the feral pray.

Never thought this would happen...

It's new...

Shu sends out a small giggle, childish as he is with an adult tone of course. But the blond predictor ain't gonna lay around letting his supposed pray, turned fellow preditor, do all the work himself. Reaching his aching hand back down his perked-up ass once more, pressing his finger back in again as last time earning a loud moan muffled beneath the skin of his neck.

"Hey, I didn't leave any marks on you," Free said, he wasn't very concerned whether or not he wants Shu leaving a nice little mark the school would probably see, which he should be concerned about. But he just wants Shu back, and his plans of doing that are...complex to say the least...

What's supposed to be a smooth recovery turned around into a slightly awkward encounter. A ferocious encounter...

This has been a turn of events, going in a direction Free didn't plan.

Meanwhile drowned by his thoughts, Shu didn't stop but did listen. Not feeling any teeth nor wet tongue swirling about, just lips brushing across his own sweet spots that Shu has the knowledge to access.

In a way, their roles were reversed. Free decides to let the albino do as he pleases after...well everything from what happened today.

Quite the Monday it was...

Teenagers these days can't keep what's inside their pants at all times when having their significant other in a dark, hot aura room alone with no windows, or peephole that his other significant other can see through...anyone really...

Suddenly, a low tone yet kind voice spoke fr behind the outside door. "Shu? Is that you in there?" Shit, it's the janitor...

Boh boys flinch, immediately pushing off each other, Free nervously, and accidentally spoke back. "Knh! Uh...yeah! Sorry..." He said hoarsely, stricken by what ensued seconds ago.

"Free? Why are you both in there?" That's the red alert of suspicion, can even hear the suspicion detected on the tone of the man's voice.

Shu gave the blond a light elbow to his broad shoulder, "You shouldn't have opened your mouth dummy..."

"You weren't talking." Free defends himself.

"That's the point." Shu pushes back.

"Hey, you two alright?"

The blond hurriedly buckles his belt and fixing the table to its rightful place. "Yeah, just knocked a few things. We'll just clean up!" He said as to what he is doing while Shu stands staring blank.

"Bell rang half-an-hour ago, it's past your student council 30 minutes extension."

Yeah, the student council allows them 30 minutes maximum to do their council duties, and time had passed quickly they barely notice, yet Shu is content as he can be.

Is he, by any twisted chances, satisfied with breaking the rules?

"Give me your phone idiot..." He demands abruptly.

"Wha-why?"

Shu growls, giving out his gloved hand, "Just hand it over!"

Free's being, in a way, submissive to the albino today. Rushing to his pocket turning on his phone inputting the password before handing it over to the albino.

The janitor knocked again as they were taking longer than he should anticipate. "Hello?" He said what he has to the last time, one word was enough.

"Uh...be right there!" Free shouts, waiting patiently. Hearing the janitor leaving, perhaps would come back any minute so they have to hurry.

"Think fast..." Shu snorted, tosing tossing the phone in the blond's direction in a millisecond of reaction time.

His reflexes were great that he caught it without problems.

There on the screen was a new phone number notified to be added. "You're new phone number?" He asked the obvious one that the answer was right there, in his defense he has his reasons to doubt it may be.

"What does it look like?" Shu rolled his eyes, slipping his vest back on, turning to leave. "Catch you later at the gym..."

The blond halts him mid-way out the door. He wasn't done, not gonna be done anytime soon this day at least. "Why does it say...' Toy'?" He asked the reason why he doubted, the sheer mention of an odd name tag.

Shu's shoulder squares up, "Aren't I~?" Free blushes at the comment. "You can change it if you want." He ended with a wink.

"No..." One word out raised the albino's brow, which what the blond should be doing right now, "Why are you acting the way Shasa is-"

He refuses to believe what he'd heard from the girl bluenette, it was impossible. But what was Shu doing is confirming that statement. "That I'm a slut?" He gasps in a small form. Is he admitting...? No...can't be...

"No! That's not what I meant! I mean...uh..." It was harder than it looks to ask someone about their changes.

"Admit it..."

He recalls their purple rich-boy friend, "Shu...Wakiya defended you back there..." He states the other blue-eyed blond done earlier this morning.

"Who says I can't mess around?" Shu lets out a chuckle like he's going bazerk, So out of character. "I'm done being perfect, fuck that image." It was all he had to say to raise the tension between him and Free.

"If you don't wanna go on then-"

"You'll find someone else?" Free snapped, couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hearing such words from the boy he'd fallen in love with for so long.

"..." Shu clutches tightly on the sleeve of his pink polo, biting his bottom lip couldn't find the words to speak up against the blond on that.

"Shu?"

Shu laughs again, this time more erratic with a clap, "It's that obvious, well done..."

Free is so in disbelief a nightmare can become a reality. One day Shu' will snap hard because of what Free'd done. "Are you fucking serious? What happened these last 6 months?"

Can he even forgive himself after this ever again...?

"Like what you said. Yes, that happened...multiple times..." That sums the theory...he isn't joking. Dead serious...

"Does Valt know about this? Or Wakiya?"

Shu jolts intently look back at the blond by the mention of his two of few of his closest friends being rung up at this conversation.

"They don't need to know..." All he can spat out without shame...no...he was ashamed...hiding it...

Free walks around for a second, looking back on his phone then back to Shu standing there waiting for him. "Shu Kurenai? Is that even you? Or is this some sort of trick?" He couldn't handle this easily. Baring what he'd created.

There was a smug smirk appeared across the albino's face. It's impossible to be the Shu he knew 6 months ago, "That Shu Kurenai is dead 6 months ago, and if you really disagree on this then delete my phone number and never talk to me again!" His voice raised on each word, he had really lost it...

The janitor got back, feet block the light from the halls knowing his appearance to the two, "Shu? Free? Your coaches are waiting!" He knocked for the third time.

Time's ticking...

"We'll catch up! Just fixing the tables!" Free shouted as an excuse.

"Oh...okay, hurry up. Again, the bell rang minutes ago, you're both super late, Mr. Zac is calling!"

'Late' That has never been said to the albino before, and he is digging it. Free sees the satisfied look on his face but turns to face the opposite closed door. "We're on it, thank you Mr. Janitor." And that was that the janitor left.

"Free..." Shu said softly, but with a slight seriousness in there.

The blond frowned, it didn't look good on him in Shu's opinion.

"You have hours to think about it." He spoke like he's trading him a life. "Either you let me have it tonight, or never again. That's up to you..."

"You know I have a girlfriend..."

"Then maybe you could've considered that earlier before you start raping me. Or even back then when you have a boyfriend, before replacing him out of the blue with you're now girlfriend!"

His mouth hangs open, "What happened to you...?"

"I told you, I'm long dead inside..."

"And because of me, that's your excuse for being a whore!?" He yelled out too loud for comfort, they're lucky no one's around and the janitor is gone.

Shu's eyes widen in shock at what he just said...

Free backs off and sigh, "Meet me tonight... 9 pm sharp..." If this is the only choice he has to spend time with the albino, then fuck it, he'll do it in a heartbeat. "See you later at the gym..."

As he bluntly walks out the door, Shu's voice calls him back "You're right...it's my excuse..." Free turns around to see Shu's head down, "Call me a whore or a slut all you want, cause it's what I am now..." He added...

"Shu..." Free said, but the albino didn't let him speak, index finger on his top and bottom lip. Face very angelic even after what just happened. Free still see him so beautiful. Never changing...

Shu then said something Free would never be thought he'd say ever again, nor would hear coming out of the albino after the tremendous trauma he'd put him through.

Just three words were enough to send him on a hole of no way out. "I still love you..."

Free flinches at the words. Felt a pound on his chest, a painful ache issue to haunt him throughout his day.

"Just so you know..." The tension in the atmosphere changed very quickly, "Farewell to the perfect boy you once know, trust me... he won't come back..."

Free refuses to believe that, he's determined to make that not turn from a nightmare to real, "I know he's still in there. I know my sweet angle is still in there...I can feel it..."

"You're smarter than that Free. Get used to it, it's time for a new beginning..."

"I refuse to give up," Free said determine than he ever was.

"I knew you'd say that," Shu said walking towards the blond, cupping his left cheeks gently, rubbing his thumb across. "Don't waste your breath, I'm done with my old self..." Being the stubborn boy that he is, Free was determined to be even more stubborn.

Taking the albino's hand off rubbing the numb gently, how Shu did so on his cheeks. Returning the touch, bringing it up to his lips.

Shu gasps, feeling the light, warm lips of the ex-lover he sorely missed.

Shu took his hand back, turning around to hide the swelling tear on the corner of his eye. "We're done here..." He moves to walk out, again stopped. This time by the blond's next few words to end it...

"I love you too, Shu..."

Shu's heart raised like it was coming to life once more that it had died 6 months ago thought of no recovery. In some sort of miracle, it may live again.

He didn't say anything back. To focus on holding back his tears. Walking off towards his own classroom, leaving the blond to his empty void of endless negative thoughts...

"What have I done...?"