The mockingbird (Akashi Seijuro love story)

Gone.

Akashi's POV

That girl was crazy. Shizuko Hayame. What kind of person would refuse a helping hand when in a situation like the one I suspected she was? Not to mention claim that she preffered it that way... I'd been left completely speechless, I didn't stop her as she gathered her things and left. I'd watched when her father showed up, pretending to be worried about her. He was a big brute of a man with a nasty glare in his eyes, still she smiled at him like any normal teenager would at their parent. She wasn't able to hide her trembling though. Once I returned to the gym the entire team seemed slightly off, they'd undoubtedly heard the entire argument. 

As she didn't come to school the next day I grew worried and considered getting the police involved. I refrained out of worry that she'd only get into more trouble if the police showed up on their doorstep. I'd managed to get hold of her adress and phone number from the teachers, but she didn't respond when I tried to call and text. In the end I went to her house myself at the end of the day, but was greeted by her father in the doorway. He claimed at she'd fallen sick, but should be back as school the next day. He surprised me when I asked if it would be alright for me to stop by the next day after practise, the only condition he sat was that she'd have to agree. 

It was Friday already and I had arrived early to school to discuss the matter with the teachers and had just now settled on my desk. I hadn't been able to think of much else since Tuesday when I'd found her sitting in the rain like that and it bothered me, usually I wouldn't be affected by soemthing like this, but right now I was genuinely worried if she was even alive. The bell calling everyone to their seats rang, but the desk two seats ahead remained unoccupied. I spent the following minutes tapping my pencil on the desk impatiently. Come on, Hayame... Where are you? 

Halfway through the class the door at the back of the classroom opened slowly and the teacher stopped speaking, I hadn't been able to focus at all. I swear, if this girl ends up getting me bad grades she's in for a different sort of hell. My gaze locked with our homeroom teacher and her shoulders sagged just slightly and I sighed with relief. I listened to her steps as she walked towards her desk slowly. The teacher didn't scold her for being late. I noticed how it sounded like she was limping slightly and my heart clenched in anger. I couldn't stop myself from grabbing her arm as she passed me by, it seemed like she fliched at the touch even though I was being gentle with her. All eyes were on us as she stopped. She didn't turn to look at me and I couldn't see her face because of her long hair. Beautiful long orange hair. 

"Let go" Her voice was hollow and soft, I barely even heard her. A frown crept onto my face, she was just as disrespectful as always. I did as she said, since we were in the middle of class and it was no time to make a scene. She dragged her feet over the floor and seemed to collapse onto her chair, dropping her bag on the floor carelessly. I pursed my lips in anger, what had that man done to her? At least she was here, at least she was still alive. My gaze turned back to the teacher and I nodded, she continued her educating and I finally managed to listen to what she was talking about. I chaught myself glancing at the girl two seats infront of me every now and then. She hadn't even picked up her books, she hadn't moved since she sat down and sat hunched over her desk. 

Once the bell rang she made no sign of wanting to move, and as the students around her left the classroom I decided to approach her. Usually she'd run the instant the bell rang. Maybe she'd changed her mind? She didn't respond as I sat at the desk next to her. 

"Hayame" No response, other than the fact that she was already shaking. I frowned deeply, had she been completely broken? She jumped as I tried to touch her, and I pulled away again, she still didn't speak. Where had that sharp respectless loudmouth gone? I moved to crouch by her desk, leaning my hands on her desk. My heart stopped as I saw her face. Her lip was cut, and she had a large black eye, her cheek all scraped up, and she was a massive bump on her forehead. My anger flared. 

"What did he do to you?!" I snarled, she flinched at my angry voice, as if I'd hurt her. Her lip trembled. 

"I... I fell down the stairs" She had bruises on her neck, had he tried to choke her to death?!

"Bullshit!" She flinched again, tears starting to fall from her eyes. Her voice was trembling even now. She crouched down even more, hiding her face in her hands, her knuckles were all scraped up as well. I carefully reached for her hand, she fliched slightly as my fingers grased her hand but yielded when I pulled it towards me. She only tried to pull away once I undid the button on the cuff of her sleeve. My grip tightened around her wirst and I met her gaze. 

"Don't" My tone offered no place for arguments and she relaxed with a shaky breath, it was if she'd lost all the fight she'd had in her just two days ago. I closed my eyes in disgust as I saw what he'd done to her lower arm, he'd festered on the cut I'd already made. Several deep cuts broke off of the one long I'd made. The skin that hadn't been cut was covered in burn marks. My stomach turned at the sight. Was it my fault for keeping her in school? How had she even managed to get dressed in this condition? She shouldn't even be in school in this state. Released her hand and she finally looked at me again. 

A small smirk tugged at her lips. 

"You're so pale Akashi, are you sick?" Her comment annoyed me but I couldn't help but chuckle in relief, so she hadn't been completely stripped of her sharp tounge. She pulled her sleeve back into place slowly, hissing at the pain as she fabric shifted. I shook my head at her in disbelief, she looked like she belonged in a hospital, still she was snapping her mouth at me. I didn't want to think of what he'd done to the rest of her if her arm and face looked like this. I was so angry I began shaking, a response I'd never expected from myself. I didn't even know her that well, hell, I didn't even like her. But this was just wrong. 

"Talk to me" I said softly, she shook her head barely. 

"Leave me alone" I growled in irritation as the bell rang again. Short break was over and our classmates flooded back into the room. I was left with no other choice but to return to my own desk. 

"No." I replied coldly as I stood and she tensed slightly at my tone. 

Note!  So this was pretty grim, sorry guys. Are you mad yet? I certainly am. As I rewrote this I was shaking the whole time. Poor girl. 

Anyways... As usual I don't have much to say so I'll just stop it here then

Disclaimer! I do not own Knb!  I only own Shizuko and other eventual oc I might add! 

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