Friendship

We were broken. We knew that.

We saw the world through the eyes of a million different people, all of them wishing to not see at all.

And yet we saw more than all the rest.

Lost, the boy, suddenly realized what was happening and lashed out.

A sound of shearing metal rent the air. People turned heads in our direction, with worry and apprehension. We responded with a painfilled grin, and a bone-chilling giggle,

"~We were always Lost~".

We all screamed, a cacophony of voices.

'Oh, yes! More! MORE!!'

'Stop it, please I beg of you!'

'When I get my hands on you you little sh-'

'Heh. We deserved tha-'

Then it was quiet.

We- sorry they- never shut up

I was scared, truthfully. Every time I lost control, I lost my sense of self. I just became one voice in a crowd, a tiny voice, insignificant and unimportant.

And the worst part is that at some point I felt like it's natural, like that's all I am.

But I had bigger problems to deal with. I had just magically generated a massive sound, and also seemingly lost my mind.

Sunburst took the initiative, "Kyran, to the nurse's office. Now"

I shot a grateful glance her way and stood up. I got stares like always, nothing new. But this time they were gazes that probed me, trying to see whether I would act out again. They were afraid of me for once.

And I loved it.

So I smiled, and sauntered all the way out of the class, pretending that I would really do it, like it didn't scare me as much as it did them.

***

"Well, you're clearly insa- weird, *ahem* but the nature of your strangeness has nothing to do with voices. What I mean is that you are diagnosed with schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, conduct disorder, borderline personality disorder, every single personality and psychotic disorder not already mentioned, and ADHD. None of which has anything to do with hearing voices in your head, that causes you to see yourself as a collection of them. Or maybe they do, and I'm just getting old."

I listened to her prattle on about my mental health, listing out disorders like she was reading a grocery list, and laughed in my mind. A lot of those were ones that I pretended to have symptoms for during the examination, and she probably knew this. 

"The weirdest part is that despite all this, you can perfectly function in society, even better than most, in fact. Anyway, since your next period is Application of Magic, you'll stay here until it's over, at which point you should have calmed down."

I should have taken that as an insult, but I just nodded, it was true anyway. I wanted to sleep anyway. I knew that something was wrong with my Mind, but that was impossible, seeing as I had to have one first, but I was too tired to think of that right now, and I just wanted to close my eyes.

***

After that, I had Martial Arts/P.E, so I went to the gym. My class was already there, waiting for me to conduct it. I did this for extra credit, which singlehandedly carried my Application of Magic grade( which was taught by Astor). I was abnormally good at fighting and had an even more abnormal bodily strength, so I instantly became top of the class and made a deal with Professor Zane, teach the class some of my skill, and get enough extra credit marks not to fail Astor's class.

I went to the front, and the class fell in line, powers or no powers, no one with a working brain would face me in a ring of any kind.

I put us through some basic katas, noticing gossip pertaining to me "going psycho". I ignored it and kept going.

When we were done, we sparred with no magic. I was put up against Jason Ross. 6'1, brown hair and green eyes and actually quite handsome, the only other person in class anywhere near me in fighting ability, and also the second in command and brother of the leader of the Asura Squadron, Raven. He was also one of my only, and therefore best friend.

He asked while adjusting his shirt, "So I heard some rumors, about you finally Changing. Are they true?"

"If they were, I would be in the process of a mass slaughter, or at the very least a mass hospitalization," I responded with a smile "Don't worry though, you wouldn't be on the hit list."

"So reassuring." He rolled his eyes and grinned, lowering himself into a combat stance, rear hand touching the back of the head, lead hand on the midsection.

I saw what he was trying to do, he was going into a defensive stance trying to throw me of since I normally used a defensive stance for our spars. The reason for this was I was trying to incorporate defense into my own fighting style, which was mainly offensive( like very offensive). It was mainly a combination of every fighting style I've ever seen and learned, that was meant to overwhelm your opponent using the core principles of other fighting styles, and then flow into combinations of them. Ninjitsu, Taekwondo, Judo, Muay Thai, Savate, Karate, Kung Fu, Boxing, Capoeira, Krav Maga, Aikido, Shurikenjutsu, Jiu Jitsu and every other unarmed martial art that existed, form every part of the world had a part in it.

I called it Kyoki No Kakera

I had another one that focused on weapons and this one was even more comprehensive, finding ways to use things that weren't weapons and using it as a weapon as well as using a weapon in a way it wasn't meant to be used. It was different but fell under Kyoki No Kakera regardless.

It had no defined starting stance, since using one would limit my options, so I just stood there, slightly lowered and with my hands loose.

Jason's eyes widened as he saw this. He probably thought it was an opportunity, and dashed forward.

He might as well have been moving in slow motion.

I blocked his hand mid-punch and redirected his momentum into my other hand, primed for an elbow strike, which he blocked.

I jumped back, and jumped forward again, feinting in twelve different direction and scoring a clean kick on his side. I pushed of his body, into the air, where I spun and punched him. He caught my fist and forcefully dragged me down to the ground.

Other students, still in the middle of their matches stopped to stare at us. It was a common thing for people to look up to those better than them.

And better than them we were.

I smashed into the ground, minimizing the impact and quickly jumped away. I switched to a different aspect, and then kept my feet firmly on the ground, with my center of gravity lowered.

I punched out, expecting him to block, and he didn't disappoint me. I grabbed his hand and dragged it towards me, spinning on my feet to get behind him and push him forward. He stumbled and I took the opportunity, blinding him with a barrage of punches while he was disoriented, and knocking him down.

He knew the fight was over and said "Okay! Okay! You beat me. Now get off me you animal!"

I just laughed and helped him up.

"Let's give it up for Kyran." Professor Zane announced. "Since he clearly really needs it."