Two Versus Danger.

+ Adam +

!! Trigger Warning !! Fluff slightly at the end-ish

I heard a bonk. It was finally the door; it must've been my parents, and it was about time; I couldn't stay here much longer because of Yīkào pushing me away. Stupid... I shouldn't have gotten close to him... I know he's straighter than those red lines on school books. Yīkào's mother answered the door, and I got up immediately and hugged my dad while my mom talked, probably asking why I was ill and his mother would have to explain to me what had happened. At this stage, I wondered if I should say goodbye to Yīkào and see his pretty face one last time but no, he was probably too busy with whatever he had found in that stupid stupid stupid forest.

That stupid bird! I should've kept an eye on the time and didn't just stare at the bird all that time before that fat roar like that dinosaur from the 1st floor of that stupid cinema theatre. Hah... I got to hold him close though... once... just be grateful; once is enough. Think about all the other lower-fractioned people who don't have their middle-fractioned friends to cling to for dear life. Also, remember that other people would love to be friends with Yīkào too; I'm his only friend, and I have plenty of friends to hang out with. Yet I choose Yīkào because he's different—queer—bewildering even.

"We'll get you home and you can rest from there, okay?" my dad said, patting my back as Mom was done talking to Yīkào's mother. I nodded and looked at his house one last time before turning the other way and trying to forget about Yīkào for two seconds.

My dad opened the back of the car door for me, but before I even got one step into the car, Yīkào's voice spoke out to me.

"Adam..." I turned, his hands wet and dripping with hose water, assumingly. I didn't want to say much, so I just stared at him and said, "Uhm... I washed it out for you," presenting me with the item he had found.

"Why are you giving me it?"

"Because..." he was struggling with his words, and I could sense it. Did he feel guilty? I've never seen him guilty before, so this was a first. "I can dry it if that'd make you take it... more."

"N-No, it's very thoughtful of you," I said, smiling as I walked up to him and held his hands as well as the instrument. "Thank you."

"Y-you're very welcome," he said, giving me a half smile before he shakily took his hands away from mine. The sudden change in his personality was a bit shocking but nice nonetheless.

I skied after that and went back into my seat in the car; maybe one day I'll bring Yīkào in. He probably sees these things as a flying saucer or some alien spaceship. Other than that, I hope he dries his hands afterwards and that I'll be able to use whatever he's given me. From my knowledge, it looks like an ocarina from ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴢᴇʟᴅᴀ. I remember when Yīkào played it and gave up after he found out it was a bit too hard for him, only the next day to come back strong and memorise all these tricks. He learns quickly like that and is smart enough to make his way into the Upper Fractioned Education, but they don't accept people like him.

Discrimination I call it and it must be severe, although you shouldn't be giving stereotypes based on someone's fraction status to begin with. Not forgetting my bullies. I shiver at just the thought of them; they're always the kids who think they're better or the ones that have a power dynamic over me. Unfair, but at least I can yap about it to Yīkào almost all the time, and his response is "I'll kill them all." Makes me chuckle sometimes. Yīkào's not the best at advice, which is why his answer is always violent, but it is nice to have someone that you know is going to listen to you no matter what it's about (unless it's something terrible—literally utterly terrible). Yīkào's kind like that though, and I love it.

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time skip
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The first thing I did when I got home was open my laptop so I could research this and try to learn how to play it, yet every time I do it doesn't sound right.