This Worthless Life (SoraMafu) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3 : Soraru

         No matter what I said, Suzumu still stuck around, claiming that his parents weren't expecting him until tomorrow. "Then just tell them you came earlier!" I snapped, my temper flaring. He pouted and turned away. "Fine! Hmph!" He let himself out and Mafu glanced at me. "Must you be so cruel to Suzumu-san?" I stared at him until he looked away.

*°*

        I was 10.

During school, on a particular day, I was attracted to a guy. I sat there, my eyes on a certain albino with red eyes. Ignoring all the insults and things thrown at me. He looks like a perfect student; great looks, good-looking friends, and good results. Unlike me. Suddenly a hand grabbed mine and pulled me into a room.
           "Why did you ignore us, huh? You think you're so high and mighty now, hmm?" I ignored them, focusing on myself-the cuts and bruises that are probably forming on my pale skin now. A kick to my ribs got me spitting out blood and coughing.
         The door opened a bit, letting a stream of light come in. I squinted, and saw a male standing at the doorway. Angel, I thought.

       "What's going on?" He asked, his voice both high and low pitched. "Nothing," the male grinned at them. "Then can you let him go?" He gestured at me. With a grudging look, the thugs pulled me up and shoved me out.
        The albino smiled at me. "My name is Mafumafu.

*°*

            "Sora-chan!!" I jerked up to be greeted by the albino's face. "What?" I snapped angrily. He frowned. "I thought you wanna sleep already." "Oh," I blushed, and immediately hated myself for doing that. "Just...c'mon, then."
         Once we both had gone into the room, I took off my shirt, earning a yelp from Mafu. "What?" I asked, pulling a fresh shirt from the closet and changing. He is closing his eyes now, his face flushing red. "You can be a lamp now, you know, by the way you are blushing now," I laughed and he pouted, laying down on my bed, and making himself comfortable.
         "Hey, you have your own bedroom, you know," I pushed him and he moaned out in protest. Quite sexually, too. I blushed slightly. "I'm serious," I nudged him again. "Don't wanna, I wanna sleep with you," he said, his voice already slurred with sleep.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP NOW?!!!!!

        He curled into a ball and started snoring.

*°*

      The next day, I woke up and went to finish dressing. Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my own reflection, and frowned. Mentally I pulled up my mask, and grinned in such a way that only I know that it is fake. Then, before going out, I set the alarm clock to when Mafu usually wake up and scrawled a note down for him.
           After that, I glanced at the mirror, checking myself, plastering a smile on my face, and casually slipping a small blade into my pocket.
          Just in case everything is too much. I sighed and went out.

*°*

        "Good morning, Last Note-kun," I greeted him with a smile. The male smiled back at me, and replied with a 'good morning' before returning to what he was doing just now.
        I stared at him longingly, wishing that my life could be like that, that I can be a normal person, without masks, just being who I am. But- my eyes hardened slightly- I can't. I could not, ever become like that. A normal person is weak. It will be like suicide if I tried to become that.
         I turned away from him and towards my seat, passing a few students on my way. When I sat down, the only thing in my thoughts is Mafu. I scowled, and tried to turn my thoughts around. Which is easy, given how much things I hate about myself.

Why am I so weird? Why can I fit in? Why can't I become normal? Why why why why why.

         I rubbed at my face, and noticed a body next to me. Glancing up, I met the eyes of a blond girl with Suzumu. Mentally, I groaned, but outside, I grinned. The girl blinked, as if she is confused. My act is better than anyone's, girl. "Who is this?" I asked, and Suzumu grinned. "This is Lon-chan! Isn't she cute?" The blonde blinked again, so slow that I think it's faked, before extending a hand. I wrinkled my nose slightly, but shook it anyways. I'll have to wash my hands later. "Hello, I'm Soraru." She smiled. "I know. I'm Lon."
 
         That's when I know, she will probably be my biggest nightmare.

         Or fantasy. Depends.

           I stood up, suddenly feeling that this classroom is way too confining, and smiled again. Even smiling is being getting harder and harder for me now. "I need to go to the toilet." I walked past the students, tipping my head slightly to the teacher after telling her what I want. She smiled and nodded.

        Once I was in the toilet, sore that no one saw me, I let the act drop. I slumped a little over the sink, sighing, before I start to scrub my hands. 5 minutes in, and I'm washing it harder, harsher, all the while sobbing slightly. "Ugh."
         I stared at my skin, scrubbed raw and pink. Hands trembling slightly, I took my phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"
"..Mafu." My voice is shaking slightly, and I cursed in my mind. Another weakness.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm coming home."
Funny how 'home' means different things to other people, including me. For me, my 'home' had always been Mafu. Even since I was a small kid.

"Are you sick?" His voice is worried, and my heart lurched slightly.
"I'm fine. Just a little bit of headache." And pink, raw hands.

"Wait a minute." I heard him yell to someone to keep quiet, before returning to the phone.
"You invited someone over?"
"Uh, I'm sorry, Sora-chan!"
"It's fine. I'll be coming home now."
"Okay."

         I hung up and let out an annoyed sigh, going to the classroom to grab my stuff and explain to the teacher what's my problem.

      
       When I reached, I was about to open the door, but I paused. However a crash made me scramble for the doorknob. However, as I reached for the door, it was flung open, and I was staring up at a male that's easily taller than me by one or two head. I folded my arms, feeling the anger worsen my headache, and glared at him. "What you are doing in my house?" For that moment my mask was discarded, thrown away. I could only think of Mafu, Mafu, Mafu, over and over again.

           The male bowed slightly. "I'm Luz, Mafu's friend." As if summoned, the little albino peeked out. His eyes brightened slightly. "Sora-chan!"

A/N : To be honest I think this story is spinning out of control but meh. I'm enjoying writing this story so please, do enjoy!

----nomuraaru