Snippet #1703068

Bishie Itto

Bishie watched quietly as Vanilla got up and left. She was frustrated. Perhaps that was his fault, for asking her to leave? Or maybe it was whatever Coco had told her. Bishie looked down slightly and sighed. Offering up his secret... That was one he had only tried to pull once before... And the person he tried it with had been far to sly for him to realize. It had been Su, and Bishie had told him everything first, as he was asked, only to have Su stand up and say his secrets were to precious. Since then, things were... Different. Now, he began to wonder if Coco might try the same thing. She was smart, she might be able to con him out, as Su had. And he would just fall for it again. Maybe he trusted people a little to much. He turned to her when she mentioned him being "to kind". He smiled to himself and shook his head.

"Not really, I just want to help my friends." He sighed slightly and looked down again. He listened quietly when Coco began to explain. After she was finished, he smiled and giggled slightly. What was he supposed to say to that? Was that something to cry over? He started laughing a little and looked to her.

"You too? Oh please, it's not that big of a deal!" He laughed more. "I've been closet bisexual for years, don't tell, but that wasn't even my secret!" He stuck his tongue out at her, attempting to lighten the mood. He smiled putting a hand on her head. "Don't ever let anyone tell you there's something wrong with it! Because there's not. I accept male customers for a reason. I would if I were straight." He moved his hand. "If anyone thinks there's something wrong with it, then they obviously don't deserve to know you, because you're too awesome for them to understand!" He stretched his legs out a little and looked up at the ceiling once again.

"Alright... My secret... Uhm..." He looked down, "I'm not as unlucky as I seem to be... I mean, everyone thinks that I'm always falling down and getting hit by stuff, but..." He sighed quietly, "That's true... But... There's a lot more to it, you know? I mean... I never actually get hurt by that stuff... It's not that serious, never leaves a mark." He started to mumble slightly, becoming harder to understand, but not completely impossible to catch. "So... My secret is.. That I have no money... I walk to school and home from school... My dad's an alcoholic, he spent all of the money we used to have on liquor... When I grew up, he noticed how girly I was, so he tried to do something, but it failed and I only got worse. So now, he copes by drinking... A-and occasionally..." He stopped, swallowing. He didn't really like telling stories. "Occasionally he gets angry." He looked away. He didn't need to explain... He didn't want to, so he wouldn't. He shook his head a little, rubbing a tear from his eye. No time to cry. He was too busy for that.

"But it's no big deal! It's much better than rejection!" He smiled and gave Coco a thumbs up. "So do you say? Wanna come back to the club?" He stood up with a spin; placing one hand on his hip and the other out to help Coco up. "I promise, I won't let anyone bother you. Never again, if I have to jump in front of a train, I'll keep you out of harms way." He smiled, closing his eyes. There was no time to be sad. Never any time to be sad. So he would go on being happy, so that the others could take away his time to be sad, and use it when they needed it. He opened his eyes again; grinning.