"Don't. Ignore. Me!"

My jaw pops. Pain shatters throughout my body as my arms and legs are pinned down by two other guys. They continue to throw punch after punch to my stomach.

"Hey! Say something," the guy on top of me shouts.

I try opening my mouth, a fist colliding with my left cheek again. He laughs lightly, putting the punches on pause for now. "What? Can't say anything?"

"Oi! What the hell is going on here," a voice growls, snatching everyone's attention to the speaker.

My sore eyes widen slightly to the sight of the hazel eyed boy from last night. His face scowls, foot holding the skateboard in place and a metal bat slung across his shoulder.

The guy on top of me gets off, motioning for his two friends to stand me up. I'm hoisted to my feet, restrained from moving.

"We're just teaching her a bit of a lesson," the leader smirks, standing in front of me.

"Teaching... a lesson?" Yata questions with a deadly look in his eyes.

"Yeah!" The man comes and slings his strong arm around my neck. "We're initiating her into our friend group. Right?"

He peers at me with a fake smile and eyes that speak death threats. I just click my tongue, spitting at the guy's shoes.

His face contorts. His fist meets my face. "Whore! Try that again and I'll kill you," he threatens.

I chuckle. "Like hell you will," I strain out.

"What did you say...?!"

"She said, you just made the biggest mistake of your life," the chestnut haired boy sums up.

The two other guys start shaking. The pressure on my wrist releases, the two other seniors too scared to do anything. Yata's frown deepens, his red aura rising. "This is a warning for you to leave," he growls, walking to the boy.

The two other ones run, leaving the leader behind. "H-Hey! Get back here! Don't just leave me," the boy who punched me vents.

He snaps his gaze to an upset Yata. "You little... think you're so scary with that light show," he teases, making every bad mistake possible.

The Vanguard. The third best. The nineteen year old boy with a lot to live for. His burning eyes are narrowed. "What did you just call me," Yata hisses.

"I didn't call you anything!"

"You called me little. And you said my flames were just a light show," Yata snarls. His red aura increases.

The boy, who's still in front of me, backs up a bit. He bumps into me, turning abruptly and snatching my once free wrist. As he starts pulling me away from the agitated red clansman, time seems to stand still for a moment.

A rod of pure carbon fiber polymer comes crashing down on the wrist of my captivator. The bat doesn't stop there.

Crrrrrack!

Chills ravage my spine. A heart stopping shriek echos through the quiet outside. The older classmate grabs his twisted up wrist that flops limply. There are tears pricked in his tightly shut eyes.

"Get out of here and don't touch her again," Yata snarls, point his bat at the boy.

The boy nods, running off to the security of the school. My legs wobble, giving out from the weight above them. The dusty ground feels nice against my battered body.

"H-Hey. Let's get you inside," the nervous HOMRA member says in a soothing way.

He wraps an arm under by arms, lifting me up. Yata hoists me up onto his back, keeping his left hand under my body to support my weight. He bends down, grabbing his bat and skateboard in his right hand. "Alright. Let's get you to the infirmary."

I'm taken inside of the quiet school, a few students looking at us with wide eyes. "You have a lot of nosy friends," Yata grumbles, giving hard looks to a few people.

I muster a light laugh. "Like hell they're my friends... All they see is a monster."

We arrive at the infirmary, Yata sliding the door open with whatever finger was free. "Oi! I have an injured girl from a fight," Yata declares, slamming the door shut.

The poor nurse jumps, looking at me in horror. "(Y/n)?! What happened to you?! Put her over on that bed there," the nurse instructs.

Yata does as he's told, setting me down on the cot. I lay in pain, my body aching everywhere.

"How are you feeling," Yata asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

I chuckle a bit in pain. "Like shit."

Yata lets a small snicker escape his lips. He stares off to a nearby window, his hazel eyes narrowing. "That damn kid. Doesn't he know to never hit a girl..."

I shut my eyes, prying a smile onto my half swollen lips.

"Excuse me but, I need to examine her," the nurse explains.

Yata looks at the blonde lady with a leery expression. "Yata," I beckon to the protective nineteen year old.

He turns to me with calm eyes.

"I'll be fine," I croak out, still smiling.

He sighs, walking to a waiting area in the infirmary. The curtains are pulled back to block out any Peeping Toms.

"How did you lose this bad," the nurse asks, helping me sit up.

"I was ambushed and pinned down by two guys," I grunt.

She nods. "So where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere."

The lady rolls her brown eyes. "More specifically?"

"My face, stomach, and back."

The nurse helps me take my shirt off, my arms too sore to move on their own. Black and blue bruises litter my body. The nurse whistles. "These look mean. There are a few that look like contusions," she concludes.

I grunt, tracing my hands over the heavier bruises. The nurse leaves for a little bit, coming back with a white tube of cream. "Put this on the bruises until they start fading away. Don't have the cream anywhere near your face. It'll agitate the skin," she explains, handing me the tube.

As she leaves, I begin to unscrew the cap. The white cream feels cold against my finger tip.

"I need you to leave," the nurse's voice demands in a hushed way.

"What? Why? I'm the one who brought (y/n)," a rough voice replies.

"You don't go to school here and that's crossing private property illegally."

I hear a low growl, before stomping echos through the infirmary.

Slam!

The door shuts.

A long silence is held in the room. "You know you could've let him stay," I open my mouth.

The clicking of heels draw my attention back to the cold sensation laying on my fingers. I carefully rub the cream onto the broken blood vessel areas.

"He wasn't supposed to be here. He was breaking a law," the nurse counters.

It was my turn to growl now. "He only broke it to save me from being beaten to death."

There's an agonizing long silence. I click my tongue. "Fine. If you see him as a law breaker, then you should stop judging people at first glance," I say crossly.

I slip my shirt back on, buttoning up the long sleeved shirt then throwing the grey overcoat over my shoulder. I pull the curtain aside, the metal rings clanging together.
"I'm heading back to my classes now," I call out to the nurse.

"You should stay here and rest. Who knows if you'll be beat up again," the nurse tries persuading.

I roll my (e/c) eyes, opening the door and closing it behind me. My feet pivot to the direction of my next class. They glide across the tiled floor, making soft clicking noises.

The classroom 3-A stands before me. My hand reaches out pulling the door open. Everyone's eyes are glued to me.

"Please take a seat, (l/n)," the teacher sighs, continuing to write notes on the dusty green chalkboard.

I do as was told, planting my butt into the wooden chair sitting at my desk. Class goes on and I lose interest quickly.

It's the same lesson from two years ago! Who wouldn't be bored?!

My (e/c) gaze out of the window, watching a few ants crawl on by our school. They look happy enjoying their life. A sigh escapes my (l/c) lips. I rest my chin in the palm of my hand that keeps me propped up.

"(L/n). What is six x squared, plus eight x, plus seven cubed," the teacher asks, snapping me out of my trance.

I turn to the front, a bored look in my eyes. "It would be six x squared, plus eight x, plus 343."

The teacher smiles, going back to teaching. I click my tongue, going back to the little game I was playing before hand. My eyes trace the leaves on a tree that's changing colors from its luscious green to a bright orange and yellow. The leaves look like hearts or teardrops. So tender and frail just like them.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!

That's the bell. It rings about three more times until school's out for the rest of the day.

"(Y/n)! You wanna go home with us," Chie's bright voice asks.

She bounds up to my side with a bright smile. Hibiki trails behind her, his grey eyes void of any emotion. I give a slight smile. "Sure," I reply.

The three of us start walking off campus when all of a sudden, my day just couldn't get any worse.

Beep! Beep!

The sound of a car horn catches all of our attention. A blue subaru sits in front of the school. Its driver side window rolls down revealing a man with short, shaggy black hair and brown eyes. He has a withered smile abroad his face. "(Y/n)! I'm home."

My blood runs cold, freezing over with shock. "What is he doing here," I mumble, walking up to the car with a glare.

"Well? Aren't you gonna say something to your old man?"

"No," I snap.

I turn to start walking away to Chie and HIbiki but as I face them, they're both giving me a thumbs up. I groan, turning back to the car. I swing open the door, tossing my stuff in and then hopping into the soft seat. The car starts pulling away, leaving my two only friends to head home without me.

A painful silence ebs its way into the already uncomfortable atmosphere. "So. How has school been lately," my dad asks.

"Shit," I reply, looking at the road in front of us.

"Don't use that language, young lady," he snaps.

I turn to him, resting my (e/c) gaze onto his angered composition. "I can use it if I want to. You're not here anyways so why should you care."

My dad heaves out a sigh, stopping at a traffic light before making a left turn. "I do care, (y/n), And I'm trying to be here more often."

"Well then try harder. You leave me with that lady who abuses me with her words," I exclaim.

"(Y/n). I'm trying! I swear I am! Work is just getting heavier and heavier by the week," my dad says.

I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue in disappointment. "That's a lame excuse."

"It's not an excuse, (y/n)!"

"Yes it is! You are never here for my birthday! Nor did you come after I told you how mom was seven years ago!"

"(Y/n) ple-"

"No! Just shut up! Where were you when you obviously knew that mom was in the wrong about me and you could've defended?!"

"I-"

"You were in your room, ignoring the screaming going on!"

"Listen. I'm really-"

"Don't you say you're sorry! Sorry's can't fix me anymore," I shout, anger blurring my thought process.

Dad tries protesting a bit more, my voice slicing his off in a heartbeat. "Stop the car!"

My dad looks around frantically. "Why?! We're almost home!"

"I said, stop the damn car," I involuntarily yell.

He pulls over to a curb. I grab my backpack, unlocking the car door and hopping out. I slam it shut, taking off in the direction of HOMRA.

"Where are you going," my father calls, watching me run in the opposite direction.

"I'm going to where I actually belong," I snap back.

I sprint past people who look at me with a confused look. Mostly worker ants going home for the to their real home. The ants that don't waste their lives away wouldn't bother to stop and look. They don't bother wasting time. It's simple.

I race down the pavement, ignoring the shooting pain coming back from today's earlier fight. I pass many shops, slowing down to a chocolate factory. It holds a warm inviting glow. I step towards it, opening the golden glass doors. The smells overwhelm my senses.

Chocolate on top of more chocolate. It's irresistible.

"Welcome to Chocolats Fantaisie," a rasp yet ginger voice greets.
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