* thanks to @devidy for this idea x TRIGGER WARNING:abuse maybe? not as harsh thouh, like just a slap? anyways, on with the show, chaps!*
I have recently learnt as to why Mituna and latula dont talk anymore..
that morning, I and my two friends Kanaya and Karkles had walked to our advansed english class together. I know, "Karkat in advansed eglish!?" a shock for many but its true, behind that crabby shell, shakspere is awaiting to awaken. We heard shouting and arguing from down the coridor and went to check it out. Mituna was in the middle of an argument with latula. He had a rather nasty bruise across his jaw and from anyone's perspective, it would look like latula did it, but I knew more than one captor and went in search of sollux for answers.
The story went as thus:
Psiionic had found a girlfriend and had been dating her for a while before introducing her to his boys. She was known as condy or condescension to her co workers. She had a strange sence of humour and would only laugh at the boys if the somehow hurt themselves. She was smitten for Psii but on meeting the boys, she wasnt impressed, espesially with Mituna. She would taunt him until he got stressed and hit himself, much like he did when Cronus was bothering him.
It turns out that Condy was rather drunk the night before school and socked Mituna across the face just to amuse herself. Latula hadn't been very supportive of him, in fear of condy, as her mother knew her. MitunA hadnt taken this very well so their friendship was wavering. I felt like the boys needed a shield somehow, and I knew it wasnt my buisness to pry but I asked sollux if I could meet this 'Condy'. He gave me a questioning look but agreed and made arangments to go to his place after school tomorrow.
The rest of the school day was rather smooth and I was starting to dred the 50 sit ups ms alsby was making us do tonight a dance class. I watched the clock until 3:30 and grabbed my bags to then meet Ashton outside school so he could drop me off at dance. He did so and gave me some money to buy a drink and a snack from the vending machine in the corridor.
I got changed and rushed into the studio for warm ups. It consisted of acro practice, splits, push ups, sit ups and then two songs of zumba. half an hour after arriving, we started on actually dancing. I slipped off my hoodie and tied my hair back to endure two hours of classical ballet and point to then change to lyrical. After my group had fineshed our set of instructions, the door to the dance school clicked open and someone made their way upstairs to the parent lounge. No one took mich notice and I continued to go over the dance just lernt.
By the end of class, I was stripped down to my crop top, rolled down leotard, tights rolled up to my knees and foot tape. ms alsby dissmissed us witha bow and I went to investigate the visitor. I walked into the lounge, out of breath and sweating like a pig to find a dandelion sat in one of the chairs, playing on a game boy. He looked up and smiled at me, his bruise still visible.
I smiled back until a presence behind me resulted in a chorus of 'awws' and a load of questions. Mituna stood up and walked me downstairs. In confusion, I asked him why he was here to which he answered with a simple
"Becauth, I wanted to".... wait, what?
"Pardon?" I asked
"I wanted to thee you after thcool but you were to buithy doing other thtuff, I figured you had no choice but to thee me if I came to you.".... Oh, okay. Don't mind me, just hiding in a sea of cuteness as a boy I realy like has just come to see me at my dance class at 9:30 at night and has no intentions of leaving without me.
I stumbled forward and gave him a hug. He hugged back until I let go and asked how he was getting home. He explained that he had been granted with a motorbike and he only rode it now and then. I was rather wary about it and he noticed.
" I only spaz out when pressured or stressed." oh, ok. I smiled at him before getting frustrated with his bangs and grabbed a hair pin out of my bag to clip them back with. I shouted a goodbye to ms Alsby who was still in the studio and made my way outside.
His bike was HUGE. It was white and black with hexagonal yellow patterns here and it had those expensive white tires too. I was in awe of his ride when he passed a helmet back to me and slid his own on. His was as followed:
Yellow with hexagonal black patterns across the back and head phone sockets stuck out at each side. The eye shield was half blue and half red and the bit around were his mouth should be had cut out hexagons on each side.
To cut it down, it was EPIC.
Mine was to follow:
Half blue, half red with a tinted eye shield in a nice shade of violet. small yellow hexagons scattered the mouth area and three sections were cut out at the sides.
Both mine and his had lines of blue across the back and mouth to which connected to a switch, which when pushed, made our helmets glow a neon blue. He mounted the bike and ignited his ride, which then glowed blue too. I enjoyed every part of the ride home.
