HoneyBee..☆

Chapter 1: Honeybee

I have known him for years, since we were 3 years old.
He is the sweetest, and the loyalest person you will ever meet, but he is a no good brother stealing fucking asshole.

"Hey Dazai-san!" And there he was. Atsushi Nakajima. The perfect kid. He had white locks with charcoal colored black stripes in it. He was 170 cm talls, and a slim guy. Atsushi didnt have much muscle at all, damn mutt. His eyes were purple on the top of the iris and then mixed with a sunflower yellow at the bottom. Atsushi looked perfect. He had straight A's, his intelligence was higher then a normal student. On top of that, everyone enjoyed his company. They thought that he could do nothing wrong. Atsushi was the school HoneyBee.

If you are wondering what a Honeybee is, I dont blame you. It's fucking ridiculous. A Honeybee is a nickname the school gives to people who are so sweet they are like honey, followed with resilence and leadership like a bee. My personal opinion? Everyone in this school can suck my c-

My train of thought ended when Atsushi looked at me," Hey Akutagawa." . I forgot to mention. He is sweet to everyone...

EXPECT FOR LITTLE OLD ME.
Atsushi's stern tone was something that no one else has the pleasuring of hearing but me. We are enemies. I want Dazai's attention, and he got it effortlessly. It just wasnt fair. I dont get it. Why does he ignore my existance? Is it because of how I look? Maybe it is because of how quiet I am. Whatever it is, I just want someone to care if I live for die.

But obviously that person isnt Atsushi.

" Hey Weretiger." I didnt so much as to give him a smirk. That would waste too much of my energy, and I dont waste my energy on fools.
Atsushi's eyebrows went up and his smile grew grudgingly. He did not like it when I called him that, its so silly to get worked up over a name someone bestows apon you. Their offensive language means nothing to me.
" Skunk." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. What the FUCK.
" WHY YOU LITTLE-" I tackled him before I could utter my next word out of anger, how dare he call me such a crude and prutrid animal. I would not stand for it. I mean that literally and metaphorically.

We did are usual angry tango, I punched him and he took it. As he was a twink, so he couldnt get away from it. I beat him until he bruised up abit around the eye socketa, then I got up. He got what he deserved for being a no good attention whore. I spit on him for good measure. I wish I drew blood, but after he just smiled sadly and stood up. Atsushi bowed at me deeply, then grabbed his bag weakly wirh his right hand. He was still shaking from getting hit at this point. Everday he does this, so I knew what he would do next, he threw it on his back and then walked away.

I wish that he was dead. Truely, I wish he was. If he was dead, my life would be so much better then it is. He doesnt work for anything he has for good reasons. All he wants is praise. I dont understand how he could be motivated off of being a good person to society. That is something I could never do. Yet, he manages, I guess thats the only thing I can respect about Atsushi Nakajima. He is a unique individual, with the pride, strength, and will of a tiger.

I went on to go to my locker. I saw Dazai our of the corner of my eye while I unlocked it. He was laughing at me with a group of his friends mischieveously. Fuck, what did he do this time. I slammed my head on the locker before I opened it. There was shaving cream, everywhere. He got it inbetween every single page of my text books, my lesson books, and worst of all. My figs and tea. I slammed the locker door closed and went up to him. I tried to yell, I tried to scream. I wish I could say something, but I cant. I looked down in defeat and went to go clean my locker. Dazai gave me that look, I know it too well. The look of dissappointment. He was always dissappointed in me. I never got his praise. I didnt get his praise even when we were kids. I was about to give up. I didnt deserve this.

While I was cleaning up my locker disaster, Tachihara paid me a useless visit. I dont know him well, but well enough to make meaningless conversation. Which I guess is amusing when you are bored out of your mind.

Tachihara fascinates me with his opinions. He is not very well composed, but he has alot of self esteem. I always find it odd and intriguing when someone has something and I don't. I don't mind that they have it, I just wonder why.

Besides from Dazai's love and praise. I am furious that Atsushi has that. Very furious.

In the time span of two classes my locker was finished. It smelt weird now, but that's fine. I got new text books and lesson books from my teachers. They know Dazai would do something like this and didn't question it at all. It is so rude of them to make Dazai seem like such a scoundrel. He is not a scoundrel, he is just struggling. Dazai is struggling with alit of things.

I feel like if I were to be able to go into Dazai's mindset and see myself. I'd hate me too. I am cold, rude, voilent, and stubborn. I always have very selective hearing. Which doesn't work well for remembering anything about people. Especially new people, people I am not mutually acquainted with.

I want to see the world threw his body. I want to know how it is to be Osamu Dazai.