R.E.D Mind

Chapter 1

(WHEEZE)

Third Person Pov

Ginger tuffs of hairs flew around, twisting around and about as the cool air beated upon it. Page had his head on the A.C., standing their idly by, oblivious of the tall, green-eyed, blond haired woman that had a disappointed look and a scowl on her pale face. She didn't say anything, she just stood there.

Finally, after some minutes, she cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the ginger haired boy. He looked up, his gaze rested on her disappointed-looking women. He gave her an even more disturbed look, a disgusted look and then turned his head back on the A.C., basking in the cool of the air, enjoying himself and ignoring her once again.

She gained a tick mark, an angry blush rested on her face. "Page, what are you doing?" The blond woman sneered, crossing her arms together and puffing her chest up. It almost looked like she was trying to intimidate him. Funny shit. Page was never intimated by anyone. He was one that was intimidating.

'What the hell do you think I'm doing.' He thought, irritated by the woman's stupid remark. She could see what he was doing, why couldn't she just go straight to the point and just finished chewing him out already. He didn't answer her, after all, he didn't give one flying fuck about what she said. Whatever she said to him was meaningless... A waste of time...

Invalid.

Page was no respecter of persons. And yes... He knew what that meant, there was multiple meanings to it but he only used two of them to apply to himself. One being that he didn't discriminate against anyone or anything. If one person was getting some sort of treatment from him, so was everyone else.

No, he's not a communist. (If you even know what that means. *Disgusting and horrible laughter insert*)

And two, meaning that he was literally not a respecter of persons. He didn't respect anyone. Not the orphanage's headmaster or ringleader. Not this bitch in front of him. Not the baker down the street, even though he was pretty cool. (Apparently he didn't think so. Shit man.) Not the fucking shinobi. Not even the Kages.

Page didn't care of what anyone though of him, what anyone told him, what anyone demanded of him, or what position of standard they were in. To him they were all below him. They were useless. Pathetic. And a waste of space. Dumb bitches.

The woman's face turned red with rage, and she stomped straight towards the ginger. She attempted to grab his freckled arm, only for him to move aside and sneer at her.

Upon her attempt to grab him, he finally gave her an answer. He snarled, saying, "What the hell do you think I'm doing, fucking dumbass. Smoking weed? I'm putting my head on the A.C. Yes, that's okay to do. You can fuck off now." He said with a mock bow and smile.

She fumed, her face turned scarlet with fury. She rose her hand to strike him but he didn't flinch. She stopped abruptly once she heard him say few, cruel words that escaped his mouth, "Say... Where's Darol?" He said with an innocent tone. But both of them knew that those three words had a dark meaning to them.

Darol had gone missing for a week. No one knew where he was, but the staff members knew... It had to do with Page. He used to bother Page because of his ginger hair and smaller form. But went missing recently after Page got a new scar of his cheek. She froze, she didn't say a single word. Putting down her hand, she turned around and walked away.