Chapter 6

The same growing feeling of that day when she meet him.

The same restless in her bones and the all too familiar boredom mixed with too much loneliness.

She left the house alone, Dad staying over night at the vet for a through check up. He was already 9 human years, never got too interested to learn of the dog ones. Danuja has a simple container filled with her usual uneven cutted fruits and a small bag of peanuts.

Junior High give off the same feeling with Elementary. And if the bullying was much worse here than in other years, Danuja could say without telling a single lie that there was no one who tried to bully her till now. There was no one that tried to befriend her either, not like she even tried.  Her last year of Junior High and her status was stable.

She was still the tallest of her class, still towering over her classmates, walking the halls without lowering herself even once. She doesn't remember if there was a time when she lowered herself.

Right bullying. Despite not being bullied anymore the damn thing was still happening all around her. It goes at some points when she wondered if she lived in a manga or a TV drama. Small gangs of boys taking money from weaker students. The beautiful or smartness girls making the weaker students bow to them. The teachers not even glancing at the weaker ones.

If it was talk of school hierarchy than Danuja could say she was standing somewhere in the middle. Pretty enough for the weaker girls to talk with her, but average enough for the beautiful ones to not mind her. Posture strong enough to not be a target for money and empty or just indifferent eyes that did not falter at the smallest disturbance.

So it come as a surprise when it actually begin to bother her.

She was seating at her desk trying to complete her English homework. Surprisingly enough she was put beside the window this year, the teacher not knowing of her reputation of throwing her desk out of the way. In the desk beside her was Kuroo Akabane, a 15 years old boy that beside his unusual hairstyle and slightly feminine body there was nothing interesting about him.

That and it looked like the girls where more interested in bullying him than the boys where.

" Kuro-chan is so cute though. Can you image his face when he wears the right clothes?"

Kimiko Satoshi, 15 years old, short figure and medium length brown hair. She has a beauty mark under her eye.

" Mi-chan is right. It such a shame that you hide yourself." one of them said putting her hands around Akabane shoulders

Ichika Inozume, 15 years old, average height and the stereotypical feminine features. She has a tick of always checking her hair.

The two girls pushed the boy and poked him around and like usual Danuja didn't even lift her eyes from her homework. If that itchy feeling would go away she would actually finish it. At some point the bullies begin to paint Akabane books with nail paint, spreading it around making it land on the floor or the neighbored desks.

A drop of yellow landed on her notebook.

More laughing from the girls, more jeering and insults. Akabane already used to this wasn't saying a words, at some point the two of them will get bored and leave him be to find another target. Then be will clean his desk and switch his books with the ones stuffed in his bag.

More drops landed on her notebook. Yellow marks on her homework.

He will go with his day like usual, talking with his meager friends, complaint about their situation and teachers then go home on the same path Danuja goes every day. There wasn't a single moment when he will do something.

She didn't even like English, those making this one homework the hardest to make. Danuja bite her cheek and looked at the paint imprinting in multiple pages. She liked that notebook though.

Danuja looked at the two psychopaths beside her, laughing like the two idiots they were and grinning at the boy doll like appearance.

She sighed, leaning back on her chair leaving her pen down. Despite the unusual move no one looked her way. Too busy to avoid looking towards Akabane and his suffering.

Danuja glanced at the two and felt a drop of paint landing on her check. She gets up startling herself and the two psychopaths in front of her.

" Eh? Did you wake up Sora? Wanna play with us?" Ichika asked her hand holding Akabane face and in the other a bottle of yellow paint.

" We can double the fun!" Kimiko said excited clapping her messy hands spreading more yellow paint around.

How annoying.

Danuja didn't know why she get up, maybe she was a little too annoyed or just plain restless or maybe sometimes things just snap and don't go back in their place fast enough. She should have stopped, not look at them and go to the bathroom. Should have maintained her middle status in this place, at last until third year.

She did nothing similar with this. Faster than she realized she took the small bottle from the closest girl , Kimiko, and smashed it in Ichika face. She screamed falling on the ground and Danuja lips played into a smile. Kimiko surprised screamed as well but Danuja with a annoyed expression, veins popping on her forehead took her by the hair and smashed her face into Akabane desk. Smearing her beautiful face with yellow paint.

Danuja didn't realize at that time that she used the same move when playing with Dad. Snatching his toy and throwing it away with all her force. She just didn't realize that the bottle weight would mean a broken nose for Ichika.

" Would you stop screaming already?" She asked unbothered despite her trembling knees glancing at the two girls. It seems they didn't know if they should run way or jump on her. Danuja smiled and realized that her trembling knees were a sign of adrenaline, of excitement. It make the restless in her body settle.

Finally  she though grinning widely Should have done this while ago.