Post by Naze on Jul 18, 2009 23:55:08 GMT -6
Totally. I know I left both Kaitou and Razz's history pages blank but I wrote this for a friend whom wanted to see a hint of both of their pasts, so I combined them. It's appropriate, since Razz stayed in the same orphanage as Kaitou for a short while. -Shrug- It's a very small tid-bit, especially small for Razz because he's history is quite deep but Kaitou's is rather so-so. Anyway, I thought that sharing it with you guys would be beneficial, since Razz is a character on this site. The story's narrated by in Kaitou's point of view by the way. I'm thinking maybe about re-writing it in Razz's POV but, it probably won't happen.
!! WARNING AND RATINGS !!
Mild - Heavy Language
Minor Violence
RATED T
[/b]!! WARNING AND RATINGS !!
Mild - Heavy Language
Minor Violence
RATED T
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It's been about a week since this complete freak came to the orphanage.
And when I say freak, I mean it. Most of the kids in this rat's nest are pretty much your casual outcasts, loners, thieves, and then you've got some that had to be born because their mother's couldn't get off their asses soon enough to make that abortion deadline. And their were your combinations like me, the ones that kind of grew up here. That doesn't matter though, because I remember the day this little fag entered through those doors.
Razz or somethin' like that was his name, and he was apparently some kind of orphan that was found just on the streets. I don't know how he lasted for a second on 'em, 'cause he was this big giant red target, literally. But I didn't give a damn how or why he was here, I just cared about taking advantage of this vulnerable newcomer. I'm sure a few of us saw my point of view the second we saw him but, I was the Queen of all cruelty that went on in this hellhole and the main bully. Not your average stereotype bully I'll tell you, I actually use my
Unfortunately, making this idiot's life miserable wasn't as easy as I hoped. It was like he was deaf or some shit, totally ignoring me and the other kids who picked on him. He just kinda sat in the corner like some scene bastard doing something ; playing a video game on a pink Gameboy, drawing, or to everyone's surprise he'd read. This thick book that might as well been the bible called "Romeo and Juliet". Fag. Fucking fag.
I told him countless times how stupid his red hair looked and he just pretty much looked at me with those sparkling golden eyes and said "Oh really..?" before turning back to whatever stupid artsy thing he was doing. Idiot.
After a few insults on his red clothing, red hair, and even his eyes it was getting way too obvious that words had zero effect. Plan B needed to commence. So I got this cup of freezing water from the freezer and went on the second floor above the cafeteria-ee section of the orphanage and dumped it on his head from there. I bit my lip as I waited for him to cry or even shudder, I mean it was fucking nearly frozen water, but he just waved that stupid red hair out of his eyes and sat somewhere else, soaking wet. When the adults asked him what happened he just said 'nothing', the guy was even too big of a wuss to tattle!
Come to think of it.. The only thing that guy cared about was that stupid book of his. His alternate-ending bible. Fucker. Everyone in this orphanage either looked at me with envy that said they wanted to have my talent to be so damn mean or feared me because everyone knew that no one was off limits. New children especially. So now this guy was just gonna waltz in here and say he was going to just ignore me?! Screw that. Time to break out the heavy artillery since I knew if I ignored him, you know that reverse psychology shit, it would only make him happy.
Damn. Damn damn damn.. You know what it's like just beating a rock with a stick just to get out your anger or yelling into your pillow? Mostly because that rock won't jump up and kick your ass and because your pillow won't yell back? Well he was about as despondent as that pillow or stone. Bastard! But today, I was determined.
Even though it was the dead of Winter, the adults at the orphanage still allowed us to go outside for some good old fresh, fuckin' freezin' air. I still think they were just tryin' to kill us. But at least we could come in any time we wanted. Actually, hardly anyone ever came out when the time came, 'cept me. I like Winter, it's about as cold as me. -Snicker-
Anyway, I was out here to clear the mind, clear the chalkboard for new ideas of how to get the new kid to crack. Because right now, the only way it seemed he was going to crack was if I tied him up and pushed him off the roof. And that's a murder kinda crack, which I don't fuckin' want, new kid or not. You see how many years people spend in jail for that? Luck was totally on my side though, 'cause I saw this little red-head sittin' under the tree. He's hard to miss in a landscape of white, promise.
So here's what I do ; I go behind the tree and bang it real hard and it sends the snow crashin' down on 'im. Needed some white on that red 'nyway. It gave me a smirk to hear him yelp when it happened and shiver but soon enough, he got up and began to move. Dammit! More was needed to appease me.
I walk up to him and he looked at me, kinda confused. And all be it, I see that fuckin' book in his pale little hands! GAH! Unfortunately, the book was so thick I couldn't easily rip it up, trust me I already thought about it. Next best thing. I thought about jacking his red jacket but before I could rip it from 'im, he speaks! "Is it really that hard?" What? Is what hard? Nothing was hard. The question made me confused enough to give him a look, before asking what.
"Saying hi. H-I. Why do you always have to be so mean about it?" ... I would've thought he was joking if those eyes were so incapable of holding lies. Me..? I wasn't trying to get his attention! This was a damn reputation I needed to withhold! With that, I remember yanking that stupid book from his hands and swatting him hard over the head with it. He yelped again and that only fueled the malice. Idiot! Freakin' idiot!
If the hurt look in his eyes and face weren't enough, his eyes watered when I slammed it into his face. "Go fuck your book, fag" I remember saying hatefully and I saw him looking at me in disbelief before slinking away with his book and under a different tree, turned away from me. Aw, did that hurt, baby?
The damn little prat, I'd break him in eventually and he wasn't going to earn a place in the orphanage if his reaction to everyone's teasing was the same as his to mine ; cuddling with a book, sulking under the tree, and trying his utmost best not to make the biggest crying scene in history [though he didn't manage it all too great]. In the long run it didn't matter, because the next day he did all in his power to avoid me before he left the orphanage. They looked for him half-ass like but, I could care less if he was found ; he was gone, and if he lived to be a grown-up I doubt he'd be any less of a freak or a puss.
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