Kuroshitsuji-In High School

The Heart is Deceitful

((A/N: This isn't really needed for the story, but you can read it if you'd like. It's more of just a flashback.))

Decta's POV

"Are you seriously going to the ball like that?" asked a familiar voice.

I keep forgetting that there is someone other than me inside this room. Why do I always space out so much? I must need some sleep or something...

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?" I responded.

"I know you like dressing masculine...but this is a ball! A. Ball. You can't go like that!...At least do something with your hair!" She scolded me, reminding me of the old days when I had a family. Or at least, that's what I feel having a family would be like.

"I'm not changing into a frilly dress Lisa and don't touch my hair."

"Sit down. We're doing something about that hair!"

As she said that, she became the stubborn idiot that she is and started chasing me around the entire room. This girl needs to understand the word "no".

She chased me around various furniture before finally cornering me between both of the beds. Since my back was facing her, Lisa threw a hairbrush at my knee and I tumbled to the floor, (face first).

She saw this as the perfect opportunity to pin me to the floor, (after grabbing whatever she needed to do my hair).

I struggled in response to her brushing my hair and realized my years of not tending to my hair were about to come to an end. I gave up and relaxed myself. She wasn't going to stop until she finally found out. 

Why try anymore?

Lisa, seeming satisfied with whatever she did to the back of my head, handcuffed me to the bottom of the closest bed.

Where did she get the handcuffs?? Has she always had them?

I maneuvered myself into a position that wouldn't mean certain death. Now it's even more impossible for me to get away.

As she started to brush the hair out of my face she let out a squeal and jumped back.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE"

I almost let out a laugh, this girl didn't put anything delicately.

"IT'S SO HIDEOUS! I mean, not like ugly but like, YOU LOOK LIKE TWO-FACE! Well, not exactly, Two-Face, still had an eye."

"Are you done yet?"

She had a look of remorse on her face. Finally realizing you're incredibly insensitive?

"It's okay. Don't look so much like a wounded animal. I'm used to that reaction. Why do you think I cover it with my hair? So people don't freak out. Not really so much because I'm ashamed of it."

I'm not sure if "used to" is really the right way to put it though. I mean, yes I cover my face so people don't freak out. Why wouldn't you freak out? It's scarred and burned. I'm even missing an eye. It couldn't get much more ugly.

Sometimes I wish, I could walk around without having to worry about how other people would react. I guess you could say I'm hiding it for their sake, but really I just don't want to put myself out in the open. I've never liked being the center of attention.

"I've known you for so long and this is the first time I've ever seen your face. I feel like we've reached a new level of friendship!" Her eyes were tearing up and she gave me a hug.