[Why am I in KHR? Rewrite]
Recently, an unusual incident happened....I got transferred in the KHR world after a truck killed me. Having no ambitions or dreams I'm put in an awkward situation where I don't know who or where I am. The surprising thing...
(All pictures used in this story don't belong to me. All credit goes to the creators. KHR and their characters belong to Akira Amano. The plot belongs to me along with my oc's.)
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Silently gazing at the sky as dusk fell quickly, Kazuo noticed the blending of colors of a deep orange hue and colors of magenta. Eyes softening he made a promise to catch and create the beauty of this magnificent scenery in his new canvas.
Eyes glued to such jaw-dropping scenery, Kazuo ignored the sneers of ridicule behind his back. Talking halted for a moment when the bell for the end of school rang. Then their chatter rose to such heights of volume that it irked Kazuo.
Sitting for a while he picked up his bag then headed out when the noise dispersed. The people talking behind his back were cowards as they didn't dare say their words to him in person. Though quiet and aloof he's one of the tallest people in the class.
He could squash them in a second so they switched to cowardly and petty tactics. For example, stealing some of his drawing materials, tripping him in the hallway, or even stealing his computer. Half of those attempts resulted in them being intimidated by him when he found out or suspension for them.
Kazuo brushed off those children who tried to fluster, anger, or even make him feel pitiful about himself.
He dare not give them the time of his day because of their childish behavior.
Sighing, he walked out of class. While passing by classrooms an idea came to mind. Turning 90 degrees he entered an empty classroom. With the dusk and lighting coming through the windows, he took in all the detail around the room. How the desks are positioned and even the shadows reflected across the ground.
After a minute or so he exited the room and headed to the front entrance of the school. Noticing a redhead leaning against the wall his lips quirked up into a small smile.
The redhead, aka Haru, seeing the brunette heading towards him, excitingly waved him over to come quickly.
Raising a brow Kazuo wondered whether or not haru is on a sugar high. After all, he never had such enthusiasm where he bounces up and down.
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Haru had an unnaturally wide smile that made Kazuo shift uncomfortably. Haru kept stuttering over his words, obviously excited over something. But all Kazuo could hear is gibberish being said, now irritated Kazuo grabbed his shoulders.
"Shut up and relax. I'm not going anywhere, so calmly explain to me what you want to say", Kazuo said bluntly.
".....sorry", now regaining his composure haru breathed in and out to calm his drumming heart. "Kazuo, I got news from my manager that I and my band are going to be making a debut at a new gig in town".
Kazuo absently nodded, furthermore, haru insisted they shop together at the mall so he could pick out new clothes for the event. He needed an outside opinion on the clothes.
