Howling Hell (kiribaku)

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK.

Setting my phone aside, I got up and left through my window.

Yo

Today I was walking to my school bus stop, and it just started p o u r i n g.

Like, I was soaking wet all day. But, that gave me a bit on inspiration for this chappy.

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As I walked to the park, dark clouds had started to gather in the sky. The Sun was already setting, and the old hag wasn't gonna be happy. Better not fuckin' rain. Leaning against a tree, I awaited the arrival of Shitty Hair.

After a good five minutes he finally showed up.

"The hell took you so long?!" I snapped at him.

"Sorry, sorry, my sister was trying to get me to play dolls with her." He replied, scratching the back of his neck with a signature smile on. "So! Tomorrow we start school, huh?" Shitty Hair asked, but I only huffed in response.

We walked around, Shitty Hair going on about whatever and I inputted whenever I felt like I had to. What neither of us expected, though, was the light drizzle that had started.

"We'll be fine." I growled. 'S not like we haven't been in rain before.

We were not fine. Randomly, the "light drizzle" became an all-out downpour. Me and Shitty Hair took shelter under a tree, then just started laughing.

"Man, if only the rest of the Bakusquad was here!" Shitty Hair chuckled.

"Yeah, fuckin' Pikachu would be having a god damn field day right now." I commented. So we stood there, pretty much panting from the half-sprint it took to get here, waiting for the rain to pass. I looked back at his now not-so-spiky hair, so I had to run my fingers through it in order to hide his ears. Fuckin' dumbass never even bothers too...

"Uh... Bakubro? What are you...?" He started, confused as hell.

"Your fucking ears are showing, dumbass." I snapped. He just laughed it off.

"Sorry man, I usually don't have to hide them!"

"Whatever..."

We walked back out from under our makeshift shelter to find the storm had passed, then I realized I left my phone in my room.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

"What?" Shitty Hair looked at me concerned.

"I left my fucking phone at my damn house!"

"Thaaaaaat's not good..." We both looked at each other with the same expression, then I made a mad dash to my place. Shitty Hair followed behind, 'in case I needed backup' or whatever.

Climbing the tree near my window, I shouted a string of curses to find out it was locked.

"The old hag knows I ran off..." I banged my head against my window, and Shitty Hair sighed.

"Well, maybe you should have a second way of getting in and out." He suggested. Shitty Hair, you're a fucking genius for the first time since I've met you.

I jumped down, and made my way towards the front of the house. Still soaking wet, mind you.

"You're not gonna just walk right in, are you?" Shitty Hair whispered from behind me.

"No, that's what they're fucking expecting me to do. We'll go in through the laundry room window." I whispered back. I stopped in front of the correct window, but my reach was just too short. I mumbled death threats, while Shitty Hair giggled.