1 Preface ; Our worst relationship
The sun shined behind mid afternoon clouds and a calm breeze blew from the East coast . In this lovely weather , in the city of Hawaku , was the highschool called Satori Highschool .
Unfortunately , unlike the weather , a very unlovely situation was brewing within the schools walls .
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Milo braced his face for the impact as it was shoved towards the metal locker . His cheek felt the brutal pain and he winced but didn't cry out . That would have been a bad idea , only giving Ryo more reason to hurt him .
Ryo held him by his collar , a grin on his face , both from superiority and malice . He pulled Milo back and whispered into his ear .
" Will you do it now ? " He asked the other boy with his baritone voice .
" I can't ." Milo said softly , not even begging . If he didn't beg , Ryo might lose interest ... Maybe .
" Can't or won't ! " Ryo yelled and shoved Milo against the locker again .
Milo felt a blinding sting on his face and a tear forming but he'd be damned before he cried infront of Ryo . He bit his lip and waited to be pummeled into the locker again .
" Ryo , " A boy with brown hair spoke ," The teachers are coming . We better leave him ."
Ryo looked at the other boy with a frown but he let go of Milo's collar . Milo quickly touched his cheek to check the damage , earning a sting of pain in the process .
" Tommorow , you'll do what I ask or else it will be worse ." Ryo said and left with the boy next to him .
Milo turned to his locker and opened it , shielding it from the teachers as they passed . He would have told them he was being bullied but knew it would cause more trouble for him . The first time he had done it , Ryo had been suspended .
It had sounded nice at first , until he found Ryo waiting for him everyday after school . He'd tormented him , viscously , and Milo had made a decision . Two decisions ; He would never tell on Ryo and it was better to be bullied at school than outside of it .
He looked at his locker then , at the books for his next class . He sighed as he glanced in the mirror . Bruises , the teacher would ask questions he didn't want to answer . He shut the locker and went in search of a place to hide until recess .
His mind was seething with rage for Ryo Yashi all the way .
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Ryo Yashi was eighteen years old , nearing his final year at highschool . He'd been held back a year but had long since accepted it .
A tall boy with thick red brown hair cut short . He wore a dark blue jacket with an orange hoody and khaki shorts . He had a slightly angular face with a sqaure jaw . His eyes were a scarlet brown and it often made girls swoon . Or it was his tattoos , his body was covered with them . He had gotten them at a drunk party with his friends .
It had taken alot of persuasion from his parents to allow him to continue to learn at Hawaku with tattoos . In the end the school agreed , aslong as his grades stayed above average . Which wasn't hard , he wasn't a bright student but he was better than average .
He was part of the soccer team , he had friends in three different levels and he was wanted by both girls and a few boys . He didn't care about any of it . He knew he was great , and didn't care if anyone told him . But he hated when someone told him things he couldn't do . He hated being told what to do , period .
" Do you think Millo , will give you it ? " Katsuda asked him .
If he had a bestfriend , this would be him . He had gone to detention and been punished with him more than anyone else. They didn't know each other personally though and Ryo preferred it that way .
" Of course . " Ryo said with a smile ," He knows what's good for him . "
" But aren't you pushing him to hard ? "
Ryo turned around with a glare that made his eyes almost turn red . Was Katsu getting scared ? Since when ? He asked him .
" I'm not scared . But I heard about karma last week from my grandmother ." He answered ," You do anything good or bad and the universe will return the favor. "
" So ... you're afraid ." Ryo said and turned around with a click of his tongue .
" Hey , " Katsu called out but Ryo gave him a blithering look . He shut his mouth , Ryo didn't want to hear anymore .
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Milo wiped his face and looked into the mirror , trying to guess how long the bruise would last .
Milo Saki was a slightly tall boy who had turned seventeen a few months back . He had dark hair , long and bedraggled no matter how many times he combed it . His face was lean and pointed , his nose sharp and his eyes a luminous jet black . He wore a long black jacket and black jeans .
He was a dedicated student and one who often made good grades . He wasn't first in the class but knew he could be one day . But being smart often meant being bullied and Ryo was his own personal bully . The guy didn't pick on anyone else as much as he did on Milo .
Milo wasn't a fighter to begin with so he'd just accepted Ryo and his bullying . He still had good grades and his social life ... it didn't exist but atleast he had comfort in knowing he'd pass with an honors degree if he worked hard enough .
If he didn't have to skip classes to take care of bruises , he thought glumly . He reached into his pocket and pulled out a make up compact . He hoped no guy would come in as he used the compact powder to hide the bruise .
" That should work ." He said to his reflection .
Atleast , until tommorow , he thought sadly as he left .
Ryo would give him two more by then .
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Ryo pulled out his bicycle and moved it along out of the school . He felt the wind ruffle his hair and a nearby girl saw this and felt like swooning . So hot ! She thought excitedly but Ryo gave her no attention .
He had his eyes on something else ; Milo .
The runt was walking across the street and he had a great idea then . He got onto his bike and raced towards him . Just as he reached him , he gave a shout and Milo quickly hopped out of the way with a look of absolute fear on his face .
Ryo laughed uproariously at this and looked behind him . That's when a truck turned the corner and ran into his bike , propelling his body onto the pavement and killing him .
