One Eternal Bond. (One Shots Many Include - Smut )

Risk

A gentle breeze ruffled his dark hair as he looked down from the top of the tallest building. Swarms of students were lazily flocking around the school campus on that spring day. Most of them idly consumed their lunches in the garden, while a smaller proportion had come out merely to enjoy a few blessing rays of light between the morning and the afternoon classes.

Arthit stood on the roof of the school's left wing. He raised his arm and looked at his hand, staring intensely at his open palm. His eyes traced the many lines carved into his skin; lines he had heard could hold the truth to one's fate.

He chuckled as he thought about the palm reading experiences he had had in the past: seemingly his life thread was meant to suddenly snap and unravel like an overloaded pulley's cable.

How befitting, he thought as he brushed his fingers against each other in a thoughtful manner. That my life, ruled by chance, should end in such an unpredictable manner. With a solemn expression on his face, he raised his taut fist against the sky and stretched his fingers open and then close, clenching his hand multiple times as if to lure Fate into a personal challenge against him.

On that day, the sun was high, and no one was around; this was the perfect location from where to admire the school grounds without being bothered by the crowd. It's a good spot, he thought with a hint of regret since he might have to leave the place soon.

Suddenly the wind blew stronger, causing his loose-fitting shirt to roll up on his abdomen. He adjusted the cloth back straight, fixing his necktie in the process, and glanced at his blue wristwatch. It was almost time.

He felt the familiar tingling associated with adrenaline building up in his system and smiled. A mixture of anticipation, excitement and tension filled him. It had been a long time since he had felt this high.

Recently, in fact, it had become harder to get hyper as his body had become somewhat resistant and required more stimuli to reach the same level of exhilaration. He had almost fallen into depression, after weeks of research, looking for and failing to find a source of entertainment which would cause his neurons to fire up in chaotic fashion.

Arthit  was truly glad he had found someone to help him get over the edge again.

His left hand reached inside his pocket and his fingers played with the cold metal coin resting there. The cool feeling spreading through his skin layers overloaded his already heightened senses causing his pulse to quicken.

Head or tails, he thought, such a simple and yet oddly captivating game.

Once again, he smiled, a gleam of bliss beaming from his eyes.

Meanwhile, several floors below, a boy was frantically running around the school looking for him. His name was Kong and he was a junior student at this school.

His uniform's jacket swung madly behind his shoulders as he ran through the corridors, carelessly breaking school regulations as he sprinted past wide-eyed students who moved away to make space for him. He would deal with the prefects later if they caught him, he thought turning around the corner at full speed.

His senior  had been acting strangely since first period, in a subtle way which would have gone unnoticed to many, but not to him. He was a keen observer and had immediately realised that he had a different aura about himself – the same kind of aura he usually got when he was involved in something dangerous and potentially lethal. He had known him long enough to detect even the slightest change in his attitude; after all he had been watching him ever since third grade. Self-less, unrequited love for which there was no cure.