Faded Formality

Invisibility

Sometimes I wish I could be invisible. No more fight. No more pain. No more drama. Just relaxation. But no the universe doesn't want me to get that peace. My name is Xavier "Kasai" Kirā and this is my new life. I just got transferred to Knights High; a school where anyone can live a normal....apparently. I'm 17 years old born July 7th.

3 years ago

"What are doing here punk?" Said Jermane the bully of the school. He was kicking a little boy who was holding a stray cat.

At the time I was scared. Jermane was 6"2 while I was only 5"7. He was everything I wasn't. He had brown hair and blue eyes with a ripped upper body. He was strong, popular, and had friends. But even if that was the case my cousin always told me "heros aren't fearless, it's them battling their fears that make them heros". I only wanted to be a hero.

"Leave him alone, he didn't do anything wrong." I said as I clinched my fist. He looked at me and smirked. The cars passed by and saw the boy on the ground and just kept driving.

"Woah woah woah, look at who's trying to be a hero?" He laughed as his friends joined along. My hands were still shaking a little bit but I managed to keep calm.

"I-I said to leave him alone." I stood up straight and looked him dead in his eyes. He spit toward to floor and scoffed at me.

"I don't like the way you're looking at me. Maybe you should learn your place?" He said as he walked up to me.

"Just leave him alone." I said while still looking dead into his eyes. He stood there for only a second before punching me in my gut. I fall on my knees in pain. His friends soon began to hold me up by my arms so Jermane could just use me as a punching bag. He punched me in the stomach again and again before moving to punch me in my face.

"Let him go!" he yelled to his friends. In a pathetic attempt I tried to attack him but he just puched me again. I tried over and over until finally he knocked me to the ground. I tried to get up but he just kicked me back down.

"Get up hero! What are you gonna do now?! That's right nothing. You're just a sad excuse for a human. You're like the shit at the bottom of my shoes." He said as he kicked me again and spit on me.

My mind was blank. I was pathetic but then I heard a voice.

"Are you gonna stay this weak. Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what a man is without pride. Tell me what a man is without fire in his eyes. Tell me who the fuck you are."

I got up and felt more conviction. I felt different. My hands weren't shaking and I wasn't scared. I felt stronger.

"You don't need a reason to fight. You don't need to think about. You're gonna stand right the fuck there, and comfront this head on."

"You want more punk?" He said as he turned around.

" Punk is not my name." I said. I felt as if I was in rage but...I'm calm and controlled.

Jermane swung at me but I just took it head on and I didn't move an inch. His punch didn't even hurt.

"That tickled." I said. My voice still in a serious but calm tone. He kept swinging but I managed to take all of his punches without feeling anything. One of his friends rushed at me from behind but I noticed before could attack so I just stepped out of the way when he swung at me with a baseball bat. His other friend runs away like a pansy.

"Get this guy already!" yelled Jermane in anger and frustration. His friend swings again but I just grab the bat. He let's it go and tries to run away. But before he could get too far I keep looking at Jermane but I throw the metal baseball bat with just the flick of my wrists to hit him dead in his spine. All I heard was him yelled as he the ground.

"You think you stand a chance punk?!" He yelled in rage and raced toward me. Instead of dodging when I punched toward I just grabbed his arm.

"I'll ask you. Do you think you stand a chance?" I calmly said. I pulled him toward me and punched him in his sorry excuse for a face. He hit the ground and rolled a couple feet.

"What are you?!" He had tears in his eyes. I looked at him and laughed. I stopped laughing and set my expression back to the way it was....with no emotion.

"You're pathetic. You wanna know what I am? .....I'm the guy that's gonna teach you your place. He scurried up and ran away.

That was the day I finally learn who the fuck I was.

Present Day

I knock on the door to my classroom and a girl with brown hair and brown eyes and olive skin opened the door. I was shocked for a moment. She was beautiful and had somewhat of a perfect body. You know what though? Instead of focusing on a girl I'm gonna try to live a normal life.

"Thanks." I said as I walked past her. The teacher smiles and shakes my hand. He seems cool.

"You must be our new student. I'm James Wattson. But everyone of my students call me Mr.Wattson. Can you please introduce yourself to class." He said.

"Yeah. My name....is Xavier Kasai Kirā....I'll be spending the rest of the year with guys." I said as I looked at the class. I walked and went to the sit next to that beautiful girl. I know I said I wouldn't focus on girls but that might be easier said than done. Something about her seems different....or maybe it's just me. The only thing I want is to be invisible.

Guys I know I've started a crap ton of stories but I'm gonna stick to this one. The others were because I was trying too hard to be someone I'm not. This story is gonna be what I want it to be. So yeah. That's all I need to say.