Kyohi's Past

[WARNING. MAY INCLUDE VIOLENT SEENS: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, EXTREME VIOLENCE]

"W-where are we going?"

Helia lightly held on to Kyohi's wrist and fast-walked out of the school.

"Do you live in the dorms?" Helia paused once they were outside and pointed at the dorm, which wasn't under construction.

"No."

"Have you got time after this?"

"Well, yes..."

"Then it's decided."

Once again, Kyohi was dragged around by the transfer student she barely knew for a day.

"I haven't gotten a chance to go around this place. Mind showing me around?" Helia looked back as they walked down the road with other students.

Kyohi was super conscious of the stares that were given to them. She could also hear whispers they knew that two could hear but still continued to mumble amongst themselves, which scared her.

Helia turned to look at her new friend with a smile and spoke in her ear softly. "Leave those f*ckers alone. They ain't worth our time."

Kyohi widened her eyes from the violent word but soon nodded shyly and let Helia take her hand again to wherever it took them.

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It didn't take long for Helia to realise why Kyohi was always alone. It wasn't by her choice. She was forced to be alone since she came to this school in the first year of junior high school.

She was an introvert from the beginning making her a shy and quiet person, unable to make friends in the new school, but it wasn't that bad at the start.

The first person that took the initiative to talk to Kyohi was a boy, a very good-looking and the class prefect, to be exact. Of course, she was over the moon that she finally had someone to talk to, but that didn't last long.

Every time that boy talked to her or included her in the conversation, there were sharp, death glares from the girls. A person with a good personality, kind, liked by everyone, and not to mention a handsome face wasn't a material girls would let by.

That boy was eleven out of ten. Many envied how Kyohi "got him" with just nods and smiles while they did everything they could to get his attention. And to add fuel, Kyohi was the exact definition of a fairy-like girl.

She had soft round cheeks slightly blushed with pink, making them look like peaches ripening.

Her lovely heart-shaped lip with the colour of bubble-gum pink made every single boy in the grade stare at it with fantasies.

Her black doe eyes were filled with innocence and purity, driving people to try and destroy it. Her jet black hair was long, soft and smelt of flowers and sweets

Because she was a shy person and didn't talk about herself, her figure was a mystery to the boys, both in good and bad ways.

Plus, her petite physique was way too cute in their eyes. The way she had to look up to talk to them and the occasional flashes of her smile was like a tiny animal against a wolf.

Once the class president approached Kyohi and saw what kind of person she was, much-unwanted attention came from both genders.

So obviously, this didn't sit well, mainly with the girls who had confidence in their looks.

On one of those days, Kyohi was called by a girl in the same class to come to the back of the school after the lesson.

So she went.

Alone.

Without telling anyone.

The place she was told to go was in the shadow of the school building and was also sandwiched by the changing room for swimming lessons.

Also, the condition there wasn't good. Glass grew wildly, some as tall as her. Broken tree branches were here and there, along with rusted, old barbed wire laying randomly and dangerously.

As she took time to not get hurt, she was late the meeting time by seven minutes, and the people that waited weren't happy about it.

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"Sorry, I'm late." Kyohi apologised as soon as she got there.

She was expecting to meet the girl that called her, but she saw every girl in her class. Every single one of them standing with annoyed faces and crossed arms over their pad-stuffed chest.

"What is going on? I thought I was meeting Kimura-san here. Why are you guys here?" No one seemed to have heard her question as they stayed in their position without moving.

Kyohi was about to ask the same questions again when one of them sighed irritatedly. The situation was already uncomfortable enough with none doing anything but staring at her with some kind of emotion that she couldn't understand.

Therefore, Kyohi started going back. She had a lot of homework to do and also housework that waited for her at home. But that was interrupted by footsteps that seemed to follow her.

She turned around just in time for her to be slapped across the face harshly that she bled from the freshly cut lips.

She was caught off-guard that she froze there for a few seconds before trying to know who had slapped her.

A girl with long curled hair stood in front of Kyohi with anger radiating off her. She was the leader of the fake boob gang, the self-proclaimed princess of the school, Momo Sekijou.

Just as Kyohi was about to ask why she had slapped her, another slap landed on her on the other side. Because she hadn't gotten back her proper standing position, she lost balance, and her hand fell directly on top of the rusted barbed wire.

She didn't have time to react to the pain when her hair was grabbed brutally, and she was forced to look up from her pierced hands.

"Just cause you're cute doesn't mean that you can get cocky," Momo violently let go of the girl's hair after spitting on her face. "You f*cking b*tch."

Kyohi sat there on the ground confusedly and unable to grasp anything until she heard familiar noises and a lot of shoes surrounding her slowly, leaving her with no escape route.

"You wh*re," She heard one of them say.

"Ugly pig."

"Piece of sh*t."

"Loser."

"Worthless human."

"Mushroom head."

"Stinky cow."

"Stupid."

"Fatty."

The insults continued until she heard a gashing sound near her face. She witnessed her hair falling down like rain to the ground. Cold air brushed against the now exposed cheek.

She heard the metal cutting air, and her beautiful hair rashly and messily around her head while she sat there like a statue.

Her mind was blank. Her head wasn't following what was happening to her. She badly hoped that it was a terrible nightmare and she would wake up to see the real reality.

But the hair falling around her and the cold wind brushing her skin were telling her that this was the reality, and the thoughts inside her head were the dream.

Momo squatted not so elegantly in front of Kyohi after she was satisfied and showed her a mirror in her hand. "Do you like your new hair cut? I think it suits you perfectly. Oh, don't touch my mirror. It was expensive and I don't want to get it dirty with your virus."

Kyohi raised her eyes slowly to see the completely new person in the reflection. Her long hair was no more. Her head looked like an upside-down bird's nest.

She even forgot that her hand was injured and tried to touch the person in the mirror just to be brought back to life.

"I told you not to touch it, wh*re! The f*ck's wrong with you?!" Momo stood up from her position and started to wipe the mirror despite Kyohi not touching it. "Now this is infected with your wh*re virus. It was expensive. How are you going to pay me?"

She looked up with shock and murmured, "Why did you cut my hair?"

Momo stopped wiping the mirror and asked, "HAH?! What did you say?"

Kyohi once again asked, this time, her voice was back and firm. "Why did you cut my hair?"

The girl chuckled and the rest of the gang either snorted or laughed sarcastically. "WHY?Cause you are an eye sore. Always acting cute and dumb so that boys would help you. You b*tch."

Kyohi's tiny, fragile fingers dug into the earth with anger.

Momo saw that and asked provokingly, "What you are mad now that I've pointed out facts? Are you gonna cry and ask Nagi-kun to help you?" She laughed after saying that and continued, "If you think that's gonna work, you are wrong. Look at yourself. You like trash, which you are. No one is going to help you, piece of sh*t."

Kyohi looked up from the ground and glared at Momo with tears of anger swimming in her eyes ready to pour.

"Oh my God, she is really about to cry." One of them pointed out and made the others laugh.

She didn't stop glaring at Momo as the other did with her.

"The f*ck you want?" Momo asked. At first, she was relaxed but the more Kyohi looked at her that way, the more she got annoyed and angry. "I've always had those eyes of yours. Your eyes look like sheep sh*t, you know. Disgusting!"

Kyohi didn't back down from the words and didn't let the tears run down, pissing Momo more. The glare she gave to Momo cost her a life of bangs.

"You f*cking b*tch."

The next thing she knew, she felt a piercing pain on her forehead. Something warm trickled down, making its place in her eyes. Her vision slowly turned red.