"Hey, Aruke!" Konju smiled as he caught up with me on our way to school.
"Hey, Konju! How are your injuries healing up?" I asked him.
"Well, they still hurt from time to time, but I can still fight, which is a good thing!" Konju grinned, causing me to smile.
"Good, but if you feel any pain, you are to tell me right away, got it?"
Konju laughed a bit, "Got it, got it. Seriously, you act like the older one more often than I do."
At that, I blushed, "I'm just worried. Those injuries shouldn't be taken lightly. They're quite horrible."
Konju patted my head, "Don't worry, I get it. Just worry about yourself, okay, Aruke?"
"I-I'll try..."
Just then, a "Well, well, well... Look who's coming up, everyone, it's the little freak." made me freeze up as the two of us looked up to see Kure and his cronies. His beetle black eyes lit up seeing me make eye contact, and his tanned face was the description of smugness while watching me squirm uncomfortably, trying not to focus on his light brown hair.
Kure is one of the worst people in the school, and I always try to hide away from him as he likes to bother me the most. However, his classroom is right in front of mine, which is why I can't avoid a confrontation.
But why is he here?....
Anyway, I gripped my fists tightly, trying not to show my fear.
"Oi, oi, he's not a freak!" Konju immediately rose up to my defense.
At that, Kure stopped for a while, before he burst out laughing, followed by his cronies.
Kure wiped a tear from his eyes, "What, don't you know, Konju? Didn't the freak tell you?"
I froze. I knew what he was talking about, and I didn't like it. Not one bit. No no no, please don't tell him...
"Tell me what?" Konju's eyes narrowed.
"Tell you the fact that he can talk to animals, plants and non-living things, of course!" Dekwa cheerfully replied.
Konju's eyes widened, "What?"
"Yeah, he used to boast about that when we were kids, but after we knocked some sense into him, he stopped," Kure smirked at me, "You should be grateful that I gave you a lesson. I don't do that for everyone."
I stayed silent, trying to control my swirling emotions.
"Why so quiet, huh? Shocked that I would reveal your little secret to your buddy?" Kure taunted me. My grip got even tighter.
"Maybe he should have dumped you from the beginning," he teased mockingly.
At that, my temper started flaring.
"Shut up," I hissed out quietly as I walked over to him, my head facing down.
"What did you say?"
"I said, shut up," I growled out, my volume getting louder than before.
Kure burst out laughing once more, "Everyone, this is a sight! Wittle Aruke is telling ME to shut up!" His cronies laughed along too.
"You don't have any right to say that, Aruke. I'm WAY better than you, Konju AND your father combined," he boasted.
My eyes narrowed.
THAT was the last straw.
I could handle him laughing at me, but he DARED to insult not only Konju, but my dad as well.
He needs to be taught a lesson.
For once, I agreed with my dark side.
My eyes saw purple.
Without hesitating, I tackled him to the ground and kneed him in the stomach.
He screamed in pain, but I was numb to it as I continued punching him there.
All those years of pain and suffering... All those years of torture and isolation... All of it was being repaid with this.
For a split second, I didn't care. He deserves this. Justice must be served.
After I was sure that he had gotten enough, I stopped and looked at his now terrified face.
Once I finished savouring it, I got back to business.
I stood up and glared at him, "This is what you deserve, so consider this a long overdue lesson. Now scram before I make you!"
Kure yelped out in fear before he scrambled up and ran off with the rest of his goons.
I breathed heavily as I looked to the sky, trying to calm down the exhilaration.
However, as I began to calm down, I also became more and more aware of what I had done.
I gasped in shock. Regret exploded into my heart . Tears fell like rainfall from my cheeks as I began to shake uncontrollably.
After a long while of silence, I slowly began to walk away from the scene, my feet heavy. My shoulders were sagged. I felt like my burden had just increased tenfold. My heart was crying, both inside and outside.
What have I done?....
Just then, I felt a hand hold me back, "Hold on, Aruke!"
"Konju, let go," I tiredly begged him.
"No, I won't!" he stubbornly shook his head. "Not until you explain everything to me."
"Konju, please..."
"Why won't you tell me, Aruke?"
"Because I don't want you to suffer with me, Konju," With that, I gently pushed his hand away from me and rushed off, ignoring the "Aruke!" that pulled at my heartstrings even more.
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Adventure"You can't change time." Those were the words that 14-year-old Kin Aruke believed in based on time travel. Sure, he wasn't all the special, living in Yukon, Canada despite being half-American, half-Japanese, but he had always been the kind to not l...