Untitled 「１」

I left home as usual with headphones. The air was the smell of cut grass. Yeah, again, this psyhic neighbor is walking with the mower. How unfortunately. I went to the main street, not to look at all these people around me. There were a lot of them, and it seemed to me like everyone is staring at me. I wanted to shout a huge ‘damn, had never seen a guy with half a meter mohawk?!’ But not proper. I was standing at a red light, looking at the cars passing by the road. One old, another older, when through the middle of the road drove red cabriolet with open roof. Behind the wheel sat a myoma shaved to zero and next to him was the blonde chick in pink clothes. Damn - people like these annoy me. I guess, that is why I do not like society.

Suddenly the light changed color to green. Without hesitation, I began to go ahead, of course, along the way, I encountered the mass of annoying people. Or a child crying or a dog barking at me until it started to hurt my head. In the school also I do not have too much friends.. Who am I kidding, I do not have any friends. This problem is that I drifted away from people when I realized that I am Bi. I stopped being with colleagues to not come to light by chance, or at all sometimes I left the lessons when I liked a friend. I played and played on his bass just in order to forget about this boy from school. In fact, I care about people and I do not want to hurt them. Already one time unfortunately so happened that I got a denial from a friend, when I asked him if we can be together. But now, rather it cannot be called prudence but cowardice.  Yes, I was afraid to refuse, because even though I look like (what I do in order to disguise), I really am in the middle different. But, if someone wanted to see it ...

I went to a big shopping mall, searching for music store for the new bass strings. When I entered I heard a loud sound of the drums. They sounded familiar to me, but I cannot remember how. I started looking at these fucking strings, by which I had to walk around two kilometers. My attention, however, caught guy playing the drums. He looked short, with the rest even he had very short arms. He was wearing something similar to me but in girls style. The face had a gentle make-up that emphasized his eyes. Hm, nice, short boy. I grabbed the bass strings and went to the checkout. I paid and left, but continue looking at this boy, who was nice, despite appearances. I left the center, heading towards the house.

Next day, morning

I put the bag on the frame, leaving the house. Since yesterday I thought only about mysterious dark-haired boy from music store. After a short way I went to school, going to class. I did not want too much talk to anyone ‘cause I even do not have anyone to talk.  Next looking at the floor, I walked to the desired place. And they stared at me, because obviously, I did not spare on eyeliner. But this time I did not do a Mohawk, ‘cause it looked like: a boy in uniform with make-up and a Mohawk. Make-up is still good, because it was not too sharp. Suddenly I felt a blow to the chest area. And immediately I noticed a person failing in front of me on the floor.

“I’m sorry..” Boy squealed, lifting a book, which he had fallen. I shook his hand and raised him. He looked at me and.. Wait a minute.

“Have we ever met?” I asked a little curcious. Boy fluttering eyelashes, watching me.

“So that you have this half a meter Mohawk!” The boy screamed in triumph.

“Maybe not half a meter” I laughed and put my hands in pocket. “But wait, unless I see you here for the first time..” I added.

“Well, a few days ago I introduced here” He said. He pulled form his pocket something like a timetable, but it was pink. Hm..

“Ym.. I’m Akira” I gave the boy hand.

“Takanori” He smiled at me friendly. I returned the smile, which seems to me that even I liked him.

We started talking about school, friends. It also appeared that I was his first friend, because all feared his crayons on the eyelids. Nice feeling to be able to talk with someone who knows what I am experiencing.. Is this sure?

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Here's the first part of story by Rui. Original --> CLICK