Liar (SaruMi)

One

~Why do all the monsters come out at night

Why do we sleep where we want to hide

Why do I run back to you, like I don't mind if you fuck up my life~

"Yata! Wake the hell up or else we're going to be late!" The sound of someone yelling from the other side of his door caused Yata to groan as he slowly opened his hazel colored eyes. His eyes may have been open, but the nineteen year old refused to move. He just continued to lay in his bed and stare toward his dimly lit ceiling. There was just a bit of light poking through the top part of his curtains so he could see just enough. What was today? What were they going to be late for?

"Yata!" The voice, Rikio's voice, yelled again followed by a loud bang on his door. That was it. This was not the wake up call he needed right now. Growling slightly, Yata threw the blankets off of himself and jumped out of bed. His feet hit the ground with a loud thud before he stomped over to the door and threw it open. His eyes glared coldly at Rikio, though he honestly didn't look that intimidating. He was dressed in black pajama pants with an oversized red shirt, plus his chestnut colored hair was a complete mess, not to mention he was a little more on the short side.

"Bang on my door one more time before I'm ready to get up and I will fucking kick your ass you fat bastard..." Yata practically growled as he glared even harder, causing Rikio to step back slightly. For an omega, Yata was rather terrifying, especially in the morning."What the hell do you want? What exactly are we going to be late for?"

"College enrollment is today. I know you really don't want to go, but the others have insisted on it since you managed to finish high school after all. I'm supposed to take you to ensure that you actually enroll instead of running off and trying to pick a fight." Rikio crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. He was dressed in his normal white sweatpants and jacket that matched. His hood was up over his head, covering his short blond hair, and of course his face was unshaven. He really looked like a bum if Yata had to be honest. Such a stupid looking alpha male.

"Do I really have to go, Rikio? High school wasn't exactly easy for me..." Yata shifted his hazel eyes to the ground. The glare slowly faded away, as a look of sorrow formed on his face. His hand clenched the door frame tightly as painful memories filled his mind. "College probably won't be much better..." He didn't want to go, but he was sure he wouldn't be able to get out of it, besides it was probably best to set a good example for Anna. She was the youngest member of their group, and was like a little sister to them all. Though he wasn't sure if setting a good example was even possible since they were in a damn gang, but what did he know?

"We all know that Yata... However this is exactly why Mikoto wants you to go. You gave us all a really big scare during high school..." Rikio lowered his dark colored glasses so he could see the shorter male clearly now. High school had been a devastating time for Yata. It caused him to slowly fall into a depressed state to the point where he didn't even eat. Mikoto and Izumo had to practically force feed him in order to keep him alive. Not only that, but he would have random episodes that would cause him to take off running. He would grab his skateboard and do reckless things that caused him to crash badly. Rikio had lost count of how many times they had to patch Yata up due to those events. Even now, Yata was still very unstable. No one was sure if he would actually slip again.

"Don't remind me about that time... I'll go get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs." Yata let out a quiet sigh and turned to go back into his room. Once the door was closed, he slowly slid to the ground and grasped his hair tightly. He didn't want to go, not at all but he knew he had to. A defeated sigh escaped from his pale lips as he got to his feet and finally turned the light on. He wondered if he would be going alone or not, but then again he didn't see who would actually be going with him. He would just have to assume the worst. Shaking his head slightly, he walked over to his dresser, he pulled out a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of ripped black skinny jeans before leaving his room once again and walking into the nearby bathroom.