Lost between the borders of good and evil
Wondering if this life was even real,
Weird chills and shivers, one began to feel.
Suddenly a figure appeared in a shroud,
In darkness, his words echoed ever so loud.
"If you dare, come closer and take a chance,
Won't you give me the pleasure of one dance?
Do not fear for I am not violent,
Why are you the one who is silent?"
Hearing the voice the little boy jumped,
The boy walked to the figure and raised his arm.
The figure chuckled, and revealed themselves,
The dance was with none but the devil himself.
•••••
"Tell me something interesting about that kid."
The woman asked the question. Judging by her appearance, she seemed to be in her mid twenties. Her long crimson hair was tied in a ponytail. A round pair of glasses were sticking out of her face. Apparently the color orange, which was the color of her coat, bode nicely with the her hair color.
"One thing's for sure, that kid's weird as hell." The old man replied.
"He never says a single fuckin' word to nobody. He's always sittin' there with those books of his." he replied while grooming his mustache.
The man was halfway bald with a gigantic moustache on his face. He was wearing a purple blazer, which was unbefitting to his appearance. Just like his remaining hair, his mustache also started to lose their color. His skin was akin to a wrinkled piece of sheet. Judging by his appearance one could easily guess that he was a man in his late forties.
"So he likes to read huh?"
"What can I say? He's a bookworm. He's always turnin' papers, writin' shit and other crap. I don't get any of 'em."
"What kind of books does he read?"
"I dunno. I can't really understand a single fuck of whatever that language is."
"I see." said the woman.
"The other brats don't really get along with 'em. They bully the living crap out of 'em every chance they get. Words can't tell how concerned we are for 'em." the man continued.
"Oh, is that so? And how does he react to his peer's?"
He rolled his mustache again, with just a bit more force this time.
"Well, if I must voice my opinion, that kid is an absolute oddball. He doesn't do a single thing. He just takes the beating like it's nothin'. I've never seen him cry, never seen him smile. Like his expression never changes, ever. His face is like a fuckin' doll. Even after he gets his ass kicked, he's apathetic to it."
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Outsider : Classroom Of The Elite
FanfictionWhen the line between reality and fiction overlapped, Aozaki Levent wakes up and finds himself in a completely different reality. 'YouZitsu', the story he picked up many years ago comes to life, forcing him to adapt to his new reality. With the know...
