Chapter Text
Jabber's POV
In my whole life, I've never really cared about anything. I was born with this hole in my chest, I've lived on autopilot for years since my mother died, and she gave me her rings. The only thing I truly care about in my life.
Today was just another ordinary day, another skipped class this week, not that anyone cared, everyone was too busy with exams, something tedious for me. These people were weak, stupid. Incapable of understanding simple chemistry concepts. Well, not that I care.I sat on a dirty bench behind the school, my corner where I fought, ate, or simply existed..
When I leaned my legs back on the seat, a guy with blond hair, perhaps platinum blonde, with ebony-black roots, ran to the corner, crying, with a strange piece of wood in his hands, crying, seemingly with anger.
My eyes fixed on him, on his huddled figure. I felt something flutter in my stomach, as if I were on a rollercoaster. Bigger, stronger than any drug I'd ever used. His face hypnotized me, his scent, his tears, him. He was perfect. So perfect that the whole world seemed to disappear around him, His face hypnotized me, his scent, his tears, him. He was perfect. My legs froze, my mouth locked, my face started doing something strange—itching, blushing. I was blushing, and my lips began to lift in a smile. Eventually, that guy lifted his face, his face was so cute. Blue eyes, earrings... my brain couldn't think straight, my chest wouldn't stop pounding.
Tun...Tun...Tun...Tun...Tun...
I just want to... look at him. Forever.
His wet, blue eyes met mine, finally realizing someone was beside him. He seemed slightly dazed, probably startled by my presence.
"Oh...my God...You...were here the whole time."–He whispered, as if it were something forbidden, quickly wiping away tears. – "As if I couldn't get any more pathetic..."
My legs trembled as I stood up from the bench and walked over to him. My lips were shaking, and my chest pounded as I stood near him. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Absolutely nothing.
I turned around and walked away, leaving that guy alone with his pretty voice and tears.
Tun...Tun...Tun...Tun.
My chest wouldn't stop pounding, it felt like it was going to explode, over and over again.
As I entered the building, I bumped into Cthoni; she was one of the people fixing the school's drains and sewers. We knew each other outside of school; she's part of the gang, after all.
She stared at me in silence, and I forced a smile; my voice finally came out, thinner than expected.
"Heyyy 'Thoni'" – my lips parted in an amused smile.–"I thought you'd be fixing sewers or something as fun as that..." – I hummed softly.
Her yellow eyes finally met mine, she raised her head, pff, what a short woman.
"His name is Zanka Nijiku," she said suddenly, her expression as serious as a rock.
My eyebrows rose, how did she know!? I suspected she knew everything at school but...this happened so recently and... I could only manage to say
"What the fuck? How did you even..."
"He's from a prestigious clan...it's not very difficult to find out about him," Cthoni replied with a frightening calm, but not to me. To me it was... Good. Too good, even.
"...Pff, whatever."—I shrugged, as if it didn't matter, and left.
Cthoni watched me leave, her gaze burning into my back. She was observing me.
Finally, the morning ended, and I was packing my things to go home when, from my classroom window, I noticed I saw directly onto the kendo club. I had already challenged all those wimpy club members... but never that guy who appeared in my field of vision. It was him. Zanka Nijiku. What a pretty name. He looks strong. A smile grew on my lips, my teeth slightly showing with the movement... ah...My hand went down to my pants, adjusting them; suddenly they felt so tight on my legs.
Without even realizing it, I spent the whole afternoon there, watching him, as if he were art. However, Zanka wasn't just art... he was everything, my everything.
"He caught your attention?" – the familiar female voice gave me a jolt of reality. I turned around; it was Cthoni again.
I didn't say anything. That bitch was silent, fucking silent. It got on my nerves sometimes, it always seemed like she was sticking her nose into other people's things... even with that mysterious, shitty act. And for some reason, I feel what seems like anger.
"...You want him, don't you?" – she walked over to me, her dirty boots staining the classroom that the other students were cleaning.
"Yes."–I said, the seriousness in my gaze conveying everything I hadn't said with that single word.
Her smaller body moved closer to mine, so close that I wanted to take a step back, but I didn't. She walked past me and went to the window, where Zanka...oh Zanka and...and who was that?
"It seems you have little time to make it yours"—her blue hair moved in the afternoon breeze.
My fists clenched, something deep, red, black, entered me, filled that hole inside me, it was hate. Hate. I felt love and hate on the same day.
"You're going to need help."–she said, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket with her number on it.
My fingers gripped the paper tightly. She left, and I stood there by the window watching my Zanka talk to the bitch. My eyes narrowed.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, Zanka"—I smiled, repeating that prophecy to myself.