I Hate You, You Hate Me Too

CHAPTER 1

WARNING: IN MY OWN AU, GIYUU DID NOT RUN AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL. CURSE WORDS SO BE WARNED 🤗
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Night time in Tokyo is so lively... buildings' light were turned on, the streets filled with busy pedestrians while cars zoomed through the roads. Traditional street food and sweets were sold by merchants in their homely cafes and restaurants. Fairy lights hung above giving off a peaceful and serene atmosphere despite the bustling life around the two people hurriedly crossing the road to avoid being run over by a cab- barely made it, the driver cursing at them.

Dull eyes finally had some sparkles has the beholder looked around in awe soaking in all the smells that wafted around him. The older looked at him, with worry in her eyes. It was Giyuu and his aunt trying to weave through the crowd. His aunt, with an iron grip on her nephew, rushed through the crowd trying to their destination before dawn dragging an already sleepy Giyuu with her

" Damn,How much longer will this take." "Giyuu dear, were here." "Nah jit trippin " mumbled Giyuu as he looked at the large edifice "You don't see this on Xvid-" he was interrupted as a sudden tug on his arm indicating he needs to keep moving.

As they entered the hospital, the whole atmosphere changed. Giyuu felt the crushed hopes and dreams of the unfortunate people who came here. He shuddered on the thought that it is his turn. He looked across the room, he saw some patients who wore the same clothes; white,long sleeved sweaters and white trousers wide at the calves. They had a forlorn look, they huddled together, talking in hushed tones, throwing some glances at door as if waiting for someone.

One of them got his attention, a girl right about his age, short, white hair with pink tips, with heterochromia eyes; red and blue eyes, tanned skin with a scar across her nose. She was quite small among the tall figures surrounding her. She glanced at him, he didn't know if it was his imagination but he saw a flash of pity in her eyes. She turned back ignoring the fact there is a strange boy drilling holes at the back of her head.

The whole conversation between his Oba-san and the receptionist didn't catch his attention...he wanted to know that girl's story who he shall learn has Kaiya.

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Kaiya's POV:
I was laying down in my cell... YES a fucking cell. This so called hospital traps us in a basement in your two by two cell with inconsistent water supply and an annoying as fuck roommate... well I don't have one yet but I hope my roommate is sensible istg.

I'm seriously writing in a diary... a journal to be exact; too girly for me *blegh* well I had no choice. It was the last gift from my grandma who made me swear on my ovaries that I will write in this thing. It has its advantages tho, it keeps me sane and if I get out of here - a big IF, I can expose the evils and secrets that mental hospitals keep and use to harm misunderstood children.

Shit... I gotta go, it's lunch, I got to rush to the reception and check if I got anything from my grandma or even meet her! She may come with some red bean cake or chocolate taiyaki.

I rushed downstairs with some other people I made friends with here. I waved them off as I raced to the reception before going to the lunch area. I already met some people. I looked, no sign of my grandma... Oh well, better check the box.

I went over to my letter box where I get my letters or gifts from people who cared for or send blessings and prayers on behalf of my "damn soul". I smiled upon seeing a red bean cake, with a letter, waiting for me... it's still warm. I sunk my teeth into it, the red gooeyness seeping out.

Reading grandma's letters bring a warm fuzzy feeling inside me added with her beautiful handwriting. I hid many of her letters under my bed to read later in the night.

As I read, I noticed some unfamiliar faces at the front desk, a boy and a woman, I tried to listen their conversation. The boy seemed uninterested in whatever shit they were saying, he seemed lost in thought, he unexpectedly turned to me holding prolonged eye contact. I quickly shifted my gaze to the paper in my hand pretending I had better things to do than to gawk at some weirdos. I stole glance at him only to find out his was still looking at me like DAMN IT MAN talk about rude.

It then struck me,like a punch to the ovaries this boy and his guardian aren't visisting anybody, they are admitting the poor boy here. My gaze softened knowing what is in store for him. The ravenette looked back at me and tilted his head a little in curiousity like I don't blame him there is freak like me looking dead at you, no shit.

I was still engrossed in my thoughts I didn't notice the lady and boy coming closer until she had to tap my shoulder to gain my attention startling me a bit.

The boy was holding the same god damn clothes he will wearing for a fucking long time. She nervously smiled at me, I turned to boy and sized him up he returned the gesture with a cold glare,his ocean blue eyes tinted with some disgust. He rolled his eyes and checked his nails, the little shit.

But then as I was up close to this dickhead I finally noticed this boy was PRETTY asf. His long,thick black hair packed in a messy ponytail had light blue tips, barely noticeable. Pale, round face,pink lips and rosy cheeks, and his signature blue eyes.

I tilted my head admiring him and giggled as I noticed him squirming under the intense looks I gave him what a cute dickhead. The same lady, who is starting to become a nuisance, tapped me again and I hummed in response.

She went straight to introductions, "Hello dear, the lady over there," she pointed behind, my eyes followed and landed on the obnoxious receptionist, let me not start with her 🙄, " she said i should ask the pretty girl infront of me for help"
Heat rushed to my cheeks. Cheeky hag,trying to smother me up.
"If you think compliments will work on me then your mistaken" I mumbled looking chill outside but having an emotional rollercoaster on the inside. The lady giggled while the pretty boy beside her just rolled his eyes and shook his head smiling lightly knowing how his aunt knows how to loosen someone up.

" Well either way there is a change my nephew will be your roommate for the mean time so I hope you guys get familiar with each other" beaming at both us. You got to be shitting, me this emo-looking boi is my roommate and I thought my life won't get worse. The boy gave a "brotha ew" face as he bombastic side eyed her. Like the whole convo was awkwardly cringe. This is going to be the most shittiest moment of my life.

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Yours sincerely Happinessofdeath