Losing dignity

"What's wrong with him? How can he be like that?" A man said shivering. His face gaunt and his eyes wide, he trembled non-stop as his heart pounded madly in fear.

Another man who looked slightly better off than him, looked at the passing white-haired figure for a minute, closed his eyes and his face became one of deep in thought.

"It's not determination... It's not mere belief... It's his conviction..."

"...Huh?"

"To him, his actions are law, his words are jury... When he picks up the blade.... he doesn't place it back in the scabbard... It's like math... he just chooses the solution he needs to use, hard or easy but gets the same result..."

The gaunt man looked dazed as if to process the words of the other man. When he realized the cold-bloodedness of his tormentor, he grew even paler.

"... No way... A person like that exists...?" The frightened man's face was long coated by tears, he pressed his chest and bowed his head down as if to escape reality.

....

Fu Jiu's eyes turned frigid, and as the eyes are the window to the soul, his heart was the same.

He went to the empty bathroom before returning his classroom and looked into the mirror.

"This is who I am. Those unnecessary emotions..." He remembered that intense longing and vague memories which clouded him.

"Should be disposed of." He suddenly smiled, his eyes turned bright and he looked friendly and relaxed.

He slowly walked towards the door, when it was rudely banged against him as he saw a very short boy rushing inside with a pale face and red and aqueous eyes.

Fu Jiu opened his mouth, but closed it, as he observed the boy.

The boy met Fu Jiu's line of sight and his intense staring made him blush and he realized who he was.

"No way...! Are you interested in me too? Sorry, I'm not so great..."

"Hmm?" Fu Jiu's staring became even more intense as he analyzed the boy.

"Japanese transfer student who is bullied? Furihata Seiichi..." He didn't retrieve any other personal info from his head, but he remembered him through the school records he had gone through during his preparation days. He had an interesting background, an useful background...

A jolt of memory passed through Fu Jiu and he smiled gently.

Afraid he spoke too much and assuming it was a fake concern, Seiichi's tears threatened to fall.

"Please don't bully me! Don't... I really can't handle this..." The short boy began to cry, his whimpering could attract sympathy without any strain.

"Hmm.." Fu Jiu hummed as he patted him slightly on the back and left. Seiichi flinched with the touch, but seeing Fu Jiu leave without assaulting him gave him a huge relief.

Fu Jiu walked out the bathroom, giving a glance to the now-hiding boy as he decided to skip class and left to the gardens of his school.

He just randomly sat on a lush spot, his hair blew along with the wind, and his eyelashes gently fluttered. He looked very gentle, surrounded by the flowers and his relaxed face.

But his eyes seemed to draw the aura away, he looked emotionless and distant.

Fu Jiu again grinned and looked at his palm in an amused manner.

"This school, has a lot of interesting people...."

Including "myself"...

He just closed his eyes, but heard some footsteps. He decided to ignore it while a teacher began to curse him for being a disgrace and for skipping class.

Fu Jiu's initial conviction of "standing out" immediately faded and he behaved as insolently as he can, ignoring every teacher when they shouted at him.

"Has he lost his shame already? I thought a drop of dignity still existed in him!"

Well sorry, it doesn't, as if you have an ocean of dignity... ._.