Runaway blue

Chapter one.

       《They say shadows see
And walls have ears
They watch you in the dark
And know all your fears

They  guard your secrets
And deepest emotions
They know about your fights
And your blue potion

They know where you're hiding
They know your true
They see you trying
      O runaway blue》
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This pain hurts. They're laughing. He's laughing. Celebrating his victory. Cheering for his team.
Without him. The one who's to thank for his achievements. The one who taught him everything.

They don't even know he's there. They're unaware of his raging fury... of his burning heart. Why does it hurt this much.
It's been four years.
A few more days, minutes even, aren't all that much.

But…

He had to see him!
He had to know how he was!
If he even cared…

So then he slowly got up from his seat, unnoticed by anyone accept his loyal guards, and looked down on him, watching how happy he was finally talking to his old captain again.
His eyes trailed over to the boy he was making eye contact with, gratefulness shared between the two. His guards followed him on the side lines as he watched him being tackled by his friends. He watched from the corner of his eye as he finally noticed his presence.
A hidden smirk made it's way onto his stoick face as he exited the stadium and walked outside, leaving him panicking behind.
He knew. He was going to follow. After all, he couldn't handle stress.

His shadow loomed over the hallway ground, his polite (to outside eyes) smile never fading as he waited to hear his voice calling out to him, not daring to think that it'd be a nice call though. No he was stubborn. Too stubborn for anyone's good, including his own.
He was right. It wasn't long until a smaller shadow approached his overly big one, but unlike his, the smaller shadow was tense, stiff and catious.
His polite smile became warm at the sight of the young man before him. Much faster than he'd have liked, his smile turned into a frown and his fingers gripped the soda can a little too tight at the boy's words;
"What are you doing here?"
"Gotten rude now have we? I'll have to reteach you manners, again." The boy before him clenched his fists in frustration. Of course, stubborn.
"Just, answer the question!" He hated seeing him like this, and he hated being the cause of it even more.
"Well, I found you." And this is the greeting I get after all this time?
"Yes you did. Unfortunately. And apparently." Sarcasm and irritation dripped his voice. "Why haven't you left yet? Why are you even in this game? Just leave! Haven't you understood that yet?!"
"…"

"You think I can just leave you? You think I can?! Do you even think this is what she wanted?!-"
"Don't you even dare speak about her!!!" He yells, forgetting everything about calm demanour. She was a wound after all. "You have no right to tell me what she'd want and what not!!!"
"Calm dow-"
"I am calm!" He huffed, his chest rising more than normal. Pouting, he crossed his arms and stared up at him with blank eyes. "Just leave! Don't ever bother me again."  

He stepped back, the desire to leave ASAP evident in every little heartbeat of his. Their hearts beat the same way, but his heart broke into pieces at that desire. That need to stay away, shook him to the core.
But he couldn't let him go like that.
Sensing this, his bodyguards blocked the younger's path. He couldn't see his face, but he more like felt than saw the shudders he got. Last time didn't end so well, but he stood his ground.
"Y-you're making your move now?!" His eyes turned to meet his, muscles tensed even more than the beggining.
"You know me better than anyone, I can't have you running away again. So, yes, I am."
Carefully making their way over to the frightened boy, as if not to scare him more, his bodyguard grabbed his shoulder, snapping him back to reality, for the fist that came flying next was barely avoided.
"No, you won't! Go away!!! Die!!! Dissappier!!!" The young male started screaming and thrashing about, obviously going into hysterics.
His eyes widened at the sight, it was the first time it got this bad, and he instictively stepped forward, help being the only thing in his mind, but, to his dissapointment, his presence had little effect, or, better said, it only made things worse. He tried grabbing the boy's arms, but the little one didn't stop one bit, he yelled and kicked and thrashed about.