#but shadow's response felt more like a ritsu teru thing

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[himurakenshin]

The Kids Aren’t Alright: Chapter 2

i haven’t written in months, man, im fucking dying

Chapter Index: (Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4)

Onigawara stood outside a classroom, staring at his superior through the glass window. Shigeo was hunched over, leaning on his arm, his pencil moving across his paper furiously. Some of his jacket was stuck under his arm. He quickly sat up and brushed it off the table, going back to lean onto his arm. He took all his work so seriously, it's ridiculously hard to believe he was the shadow leader of Salt Middle School. His bowlcut wrapped neatly around his head, his undercut showing skin underneath.  He had many battle wounds from previous fights against other gangs, including stitches on the back of his head, which were clearly visible.

He seemed to be trying so hard. The shadow leader of Salt Middle School. Struggling on a test. You wouldn’t think a thug would even give a damn about grades, nonetheless a simple test. He constantly shifted his position, struggling to figure out his answers. Hands intertwined in his hair, they traveled down to keep his paper steady as his pencil scribbled a circle on his scantron.

Student by student went to turn in their papers in the front of the room. Shigeo raced up to the front and gave his scantron to the teacher in the front before returning to his seat. He was one of the few with a test left. Sliding back into his seat, his head fell onto his crossed arms, to sleep out what was left of the class period. He acted like a normal student, but from his outer appearance and life in a gang, you would think otherwise.

The thug moved from the window, to go to the bathroom, like his original intention.

Shigeo’s eyes flashed open, trailing to the delinquent passing his classroom, behind the glass. He squinted at him, hoping he’d realize he was watching.

Onigawara felt a shiver run down his spine, urging him to get past the classroom as quickly as possible. A relieved sigh escaped his lips, as he entered the boy's bathroom.

Sitting on the porcelain throne, he held a strong grin. He was going to get Shigeo and Teru to meet. And he knew that Shigeo would destroy him. Snickering, he clasped his hands together. This was going to be perfect. He couldn't wait to see Teru's smug face get smashed into the ground or even through the wall. He wouldn't be smiling then, once his pride shattered around him.

Days passed before he set his plan into motion.

“Shigeo-senpai, there’s something you need to see.” Onigawara said, rushing up to the smaller boy. In response, Shigeo stared at him blankly.

“I can’t stay late after school today, I need to study with my brother.”

“It’s about your brother.”

Shigeo tensed up intensely, his pupils shrinking. His fluffy hair raised off of his skin, his aura flaring. His jacket whipped around his body. Onigawara was starting to regret his choice of words. Why did he have to say it was about his brother?? His hand slipped into his pocket, revealing a piece of paper. He handed it to his leader, who slowly took the piece from him. His eyes scanned the paper, his fists tightening, tearing through the paper. The pressure around Shigeo was deathly, it could crush you in an instant.

“To White T Poison:

We have your brother in our custody. Meet us in our courtyard, you freak.”

It was poorly written.

Shigeo dropped the paper, turning around. He reached into his bag, grasping his baseball bat handle. He slipped the bat out of his bag before the paper reached the floor. He increased the distance between him and Onigawara, heading in the direction of Black Vinegar High School.

Oni’s throat contracted, gulping in fear. “I fucked up, didn’t I.”

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The boy walked down the street, his hand gripped tightly on the handle, his wrist flicking up and down, creating an unsteady beat on the pavement. He looked up, passing a fence with barbed wire on the top. The wire lit up in Shigeo’s aura, shaking on the fences. It tore itself from the top, floating down to wrap itself around the top of his bat. The aura faded away, Shigeo’s eyes laying on it intently. His arms swung up, then back down, landing it on the ground with a crack. He raised it up again, shrouding it in his aura. Lowering it again, he left a crater in the sidewalk. He exhaled briefly, and nodded in satisfaction.

He continued forward.

“To you rice bastards:

I’m going to destroy all of you today. Meet me in your courtyard after school.

-White T Poison”

“What the hell does rice bastards mean?” The boy asked. He wore a purple jacket, unbuttoned in the front.

“Maybe he meant rat bastards?”

“Man, I can’t believe that White T Poison himself is so dumb.”

Lowering the paper, the massive gang of students noticed the lone boy across the court. His head hung low, like the weight of his stress was keeping it down. He approached the thugs, his bat trailing behind him, scraping the ground.

The boys pointed at him, alarmed. “There he is! Just like he said!”

“My brother.” He growled. “Where is he?”

A wave of confused noises emitted from the kids. “Brother? Like hell we know what you’re talking about. Get him!”

Shigeo’s bat raised next to his ear, and swung for the first boy’s side. He sent him flying across the court. It stopped them for a second, giving him an opportunity to leap forward. Raising his weapon, he brought it down on someone’s shoulder, purposely missing their head. Jumping over the falling body, now writhing in pain. Leaping over the fallen student, The sole of Shigeo’s shoe connected with another student’s face. He kicked forward, launching him backwards into another few students.

Landing on the ground firmly, accompanied by his psychic powers. He stood up, circled by a swarm of kids. This was frustrating.

96%

The once intimidating swarm of kids was reduced to nothing more than a bunch of piles of kids. Some were bloodied messes, but none were left standing. Shigeo heaved, his chest going up and down.

“My brother….”

97%

“Ritsu… “

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“Who are you?” a slick voice said from behind him.

Shigeo turned around, and saw a blonde boy stepping over the unconscious bodies to approach him.

“Looks like you took down all these idiots.”

“Do you have my brother?”

“Brother? I wouldn't know. You must've been lured here.”

Shigeo tensed up again. He just beat up a bunch of people, and for nothing? Who had tricked him like that?

Onigawara. That damned bastard.

“I’ll be going now. My business is unsettled.”

The blonde boy’s hand slipped up to his hips, it cocking to the side. “My business isn’t over though. My pride is on the line. You’ve beat up all these dumbasses, now I’m the only one left.” “I’ve caused enough damage, I’d like to leave now.”

Teru hissed his teeth before throwing himself towards Shigeo. Swinging a punch for the boy’s face, Shigeo caught it with his bare hand, like a catcher catching a baseball. “A natural…!” The enemy’s breath hitched, and he tore himself away, pulling Shigeo forward a few steps. About a yard away, the boy crossed his legs, his knees pointing inwardly to each other. He groaned, the ground shaking underneath him. His aura glowed bright yellow, and he flung his arms up, tearing a piece of rock out of the ground.

Swinging his arms at Shigeo, the boulder flew directly at the lone intruder. Without even moving, the rock shattered, debris flying around him, none touching him. He saw a flash in the corner of his eye, and felt a hard punch connect with his cheek. Being caught off guard, he was sent flying, his neck twisting, and his body following until he landed on the ground.

Shigeo’s body was then torn off the ground, tossed feet into the air. His body felt like it was going to be crushed, before being harshly tossed onto the ground.

Being relentlessly tossed around left him no room to fight back or even defend himself. He felt like a doll, being ruthlessly played with.

It was only after he was thrown against a wall, he could get his thoughts together. His ears were ringing and he hurt all over. He didn't want it to turn out like this.

99%

Stumbling onto his feet, his hair started raising above his hairline, his eyes covered by a glow of white. His aura had a red glow too it, it flaring much more aggressively.

“Let me leave.”

100%: Frustration

“I won't let you leave. Not alive at least. The only thing you'll be leaving on is a stretcher.”

“I could crush you if I wanted to. You're pushing me over the edge.”

“Then shut your bragging. If you're that strong then prove it. Prove how strong you are!”

“There would be no point of me wasting my abilities on you. And I don't think you're ready to die.”

Glaring at him, the blonde boy launched himself for the bowlcut boy.

Raising his finger, the flying target froze. Swaying his finger and turning it over, he bend it towards him. The frozen boy was then sent into the atmosphere, his trail of screams fading with him.

Shigeo watched the figure fade away before bringing him back down. The screams got closer and louder as he reached his approaching doom.

Wind filled the boy's eyes and ears, he couldn't even hear himself screaming. The brown ground came closer into view and so did a red glow. A hand forcefully grabbed his face, saving him from death, which lied a foot down.

He yelped, in immense fear. He really stood no chance of beating Shigeo. Shigeo dropped him to the ground, earning a grunt. Floating himself so he could be back on his feet, Shigeo tossed his bat over his shoulder.

Walking away, he heard the fallen boy's voice,causing him to stop and listen. “Your name… What's your name?”

“Kageyama Shigeo.”

“Kageyama-kun…. My name is Hanazawa Teruki.”

“It was nice to meet you, Teru-kun.” He started to leave, and ignored the rest that he said.

The rain heavily fell on Shigeo, he had to go back to the school to retrieve his bag. He was very cold, but there wasn't much he could do about it until he got home. His shoes made a wet schloping sound with every step. They weren't waterproof, so his feet had gotten wet as well. It was highly uncomfortable.

Reaching home, he entered through the door, greeted by the warm atmosphere. His cold demeanor always repelled him from enjoying his life to the fullest. He took off his shoes and left them by the door.

No one was downstairs.

He went upstairs to go to his room.

“Nii-san? You're late.”

Hearing that voice made his eyes widen, a sparkle of relief showed.

“Ritsu. You're okay.” He went over to his brother who was peeking out of his room. Ritsu flinched a little. “What happened, why are you late? We were supposed to be studying.”

Shigeo pulled his younger brother into a hug, burying his face in his neck. Ritsu tensed up, then slowly hugged him back. “Are you okay…?”

“I was told you were kidnapped, I was so worried.”

Pulling away, he looked up at his brother. “I'm glad you're alright.” He turned to go to his room, leaving wet puddles behind him.

Ritsu was left staring in awe, his heart throbbing. He slid his hand across his forehead, he was slicked in sweat. He secluded himself in his room, contemplating why he got so stressed.

Shigeo slipped off his soggy socks, his soggy clothes and tossed his soggy bag to the side. He grabbed a towel off of his desk, rubbing it on his hair. He went into his bathroom to look at his face. It was riddled with small cuts, some were bleeding.

“I'll deal with it later.” He said, submerging into his room to sleep.