The Owner of This Weapon[Discontinued]

「️The Owner of This Weapon 」️「️Chapter 34」️

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Shuichi silently flew around into space watching memory to memory how his life unfolded.

" You're annoying. "  A friend of Saihara stated as if it was fact. He glared at the other guy with glasses as he cried. " Now you're crying. Have you ever thought of what Shuichi felt when you tried yo bully him! Huh? "

" Um it's okay now really. He said sorry... "  Saihara tried to calmly stop the situation from escalating. He grab his friend by the shoulder and tried to stop him from further bullying his bully.

" It isn't. He bullied you so we should bully him too to let him have a taste of his own medicine! " He smacked Saihara's hand off and kicked the poor guy on the shoulder. " That's for throwing water at my friend! And this is for— " he kept stating reasons as if he was the one experiencing it.

Saihara would have been fine if it was just a slap or punched given for his bully for hurting him but bullying the one causing him pain was horrible. It was inexcusable.
" Stop! " He yelled out. His friend looked at him with his two other minions or so called friends.
" Don't use me as an excuse to hurt others! You're bullying him and saying it's for me but I never wanted my friends to hurt anyone! Please stop hurting him! " He yelled out.

He let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding maybe the past bullying and surpassed emotion had finally been taken out of his system.

But when he looked up to his friend his heart dropped. That was not a look or recognition it was more like Saihara was the one who betrayed him.

The next few days were hell. The memory!Saihara Shuichi was now bullied and gossipped upon. Teased and pushed around. His eyes where back then he had proud shown to others were mock as being a sign of a monster. His eyelashes being told as girly and his hair being told as weird. His lineage of being a Meister as weird and humane. His desk filled with trash every morning.

Even the Shuichi who had already went through it couldn't help feel the painful scene make feel his emotions of these incident start to appear so all he could do was cry.

These people were monsters.
Cruel humans.
Everything was just terrible.
Everyday was terrible.
Each day was like trying to fight for his will to even live with these people.

" Shuichi you're being bullied? " He finally had the courage to tell his Uncle about it. He had told his Aunt but being bedridden all she could do was toll him to tell his Uncle while they had a crying season.

He nod his head and a shameful quiet. " Yes sir... " came out of his mouth.

His Uncle frown which made him feel more ashamed for telling an adult his problems maybe only his Aunt would understand it.
" Then man up and fight. If you're going to let them do this then you must not be a Saihara. You shouldn't be bullied. "

Easier said than done. The next few days. Saihara who tried his best to fight back only ended up being beaten down.
It was always his fault.
Being blamed for something he didn't do and the teachers would scold him without evidence.
Even walking down the hall was hard for him. There were always eyes on him. Those eyes that tried to pick at his flaws and laugh at his insecurities.
His ex friends cornering him to ask him to get them some money. His exbully kicking him down his chair to get laughed at.
Why is he even trying?
What did he hoped to achieve helping his bully?
Trying to stop his friends from bullying others?
He hid inside the bathroom stall every lunch to cry or eat his food because when he eats at the cafeteria he'll be eyed on like a circus animal.
He felt filty and the times there were classmates of his that find him will drop flour with glitters on him or mop water. There are days Saihara even have to convince himself to get up and go to school just for his Auntie and Uncle but hearing his Uncle always telling him to man up was heartbreaking.
Why aren't adults helping him?
Why does he have to do everything alone?
Why? Why? Why?
Why is he even asking himself this? It was obvious enough. He was weak. He was a coward. That's why he's a push over that's why he couldn't fight back. It was because he was being kind to people. He expects kindness from being treated kindly. He scream in to his pillow at nights while crying his eyes out at reasons that should make him less kinder to people but he just couldn't just trying to be mean was torturing. He tried to keep a blank face and ignore his classmates. To not give a care but he deeply really wanted to help when he saw one of his classmates kick the other. To watch them bully someone else. It was disgusting. That he felt himself getting ruined. There were days he asked himself if he was really a good person or not. Days he would forget what his personality was and have a crisis over who he really was.