haiku and hurt // Kai Hiwatari [tsundere] x Reader //

o r c h i d s

I couldn't sleep at night so I woke up at 3 a.m.
My head pounded and I felt weighed down. As much as I hated socializing, I actually liked the outdoors.

I thought of visiting my mother and father. At this hour, no one would come in my way.

My bitchy sister had apparently decided to spend the night out with her 'friends',  wasting away with alcohol, drugs and probably uncontrolled sex.

She was the only blood relation I had in this whole world. The passing away of our parents had somehow given her a sense of freedom and rebellion. It was as if her shackled arms had been released and she now ruled her own little world.

Every other night, she returned to this house, abused me with expletives, smoked some more and sneaked out at night, even though she knew that I knew about her each and every action.

I sucked in a deep breath. The walk to the graveyard wasn't too far.

The earth still smelled wet and the angry clouds still hung low in the dark sky above.

I pulled up my hoodie as I entered the abode of the dead.

No one even bothered to pay respect to their beloved ones who had passed away these days.

They were lonely just like me.

Abandoned flowers lay strewn everywhere; zinnias, daisies, carnations and orchids.

I trudged to my parents' headstones and kneeled down. Maybe even shedded a tear or two.

It had started to drizzle lightly but I ignored the water droplets and instead focussed on the energy around me.

It was melancholic.

I shuddered.

"Mama, papa, I hate you for leaving me."

I couldn't remember the number of times I had  mumbled these words to myself and whoever could listen. A wave of self-loathing also followed, along with all those good depressing feelings.

"You're not alone. Someone's always watching out for you."

I jumped at the husky, deep voice.

What the hell?

Instinctively, I turned around and managed to fall on my butt.

A tall boy stood over me. His hair was spiky and his arms were crossed. Even in the dark, I could tell that he was muscular.
His aura was calm yet competitive. His grey eyes radiated some sort of loss with lots and lots of wisdom.

He was perhaps maybe of my age, though he seemed very mature.

We stayed there for a few seconds. The obvious awkwardness probably still hadn't been able to penetrate his shell.

Incidentally, he reminded me of orchids; enigmatic yet still captivating.

Back to reality.

"Uh...what?" My voice cracked a little because of its under-usage.

He stared down at me.

The half moon overhead made his skin seem a magical, glowing silver and the air felt hypnotic.

"What are you doing here, so late at night? Shouldn't you be sleeping or something?" He asked.

"I-... I couldn't sleep. Who are you?"

There was something glinting in his hands.

Now I was at the verge of a panic attack.

"You should get home. Aren't you scared here at a graveyard in the middle of the night?"

"Are you a ghost?"

"Maybe." With that, he walked out into the darkness leaving me wondering.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? skdjdsjjsgdhhfdskksjsk.

I dashed out of the cemetery. I may or may not have encountered a psychopath right then.

I ran and ran, past the neon-lit streets of the claustrophobic city, past the sleeping stray dogs, away from the boy.

When I reached an open park, I let myself pant for a while and get my thoughts together.

I sat on a rattling swing, still shaken.

The rain had finally stopped. I thanked the Heavens above.

Do people really wander around past midnight and ask others to go home?
He looked like a predator on the prowl.

The swing beside mine suddenly rattled and I whipped my head a bit too fast.

There sat the boy, grinning the infernal smile of a devil.

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