âWhat a thriill ~ With darkness and silence through the nighhht ~ What a thrilllll ~ I'm searching and I'll melt into you ~ What a fear in my heeaart ~ But you're sooo supreeeeme ~"
The obnoxiously loud sound of Akio's less than stellar singing echoed through his dorm room, and perhaps the whole floor. It was always a bad habit of his, singing in the shower. âI give my liiife not for honor~ but for you, Snake Eateer ~ In my time ~ there'll be noo one eeelse ~ criiime, it's the way I flyyy tooo yooou, Snake Eater ~ I'M STIIIIIIILL IN A DREEEEAAAM, SNAAAAKE EAAAATEEEER~â
The warm droplets of water soaked his umber hair, which thickened with moisture and hung itself over his face, covering his calming marshy-hazel eyes, trailing droplets of water down his face, and running it's soapy self into his mouth. He abruptly stopped his singing and spat it out, running his soiled tongue under the clean water of the shower head, cleansing the soapy taste. He ran his fingers through his damp locks, exposing his seldom-seen forehead to the open. An ugly thing, he thought. He hated his forehead, and elected to cover it with his much-loved hair, like he covered his ugly scars with clothing and his gnawing fears with the facade of a rambunctious flirt. He loved the shower. It was a place where he could expose himself as he truly was, and drown himself in thoughts. Not the lighthearted schoolboy thoughts he usually pondered, but the ones the kept him up at night, sweating and clutching his pillows like an infant. He reached forward, twisting the tap off, and stepped over the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist, and a brush, running it through his hair. He flicked on his hair dryer and let the warm breeze rush over his head.
He had been at Yokai academy for a few years now, and the school life was starting to wear him out big time. He had been home schooled for most of his life, when he still lived with his mother, and while he was well-liked around the school, and even had a substantial following among the student body's female population, he couldn't stand sitting in class and listening to the teacher drone on about history, geometry, or... math. He shuddered at the thought. Even though graduation was only months away, he couldn't help but attempt to curse those months away, hoping to draw closer the day when he could finally escape from school, his father, and all of it.
Putting aside his thoughts for a second, he decided to cobble together some semblance of a breakfast, and grabbed a frosted cinnamon bun and a hand full of almonds, laying back on the couch and putting on High Plains Drifter for the millionth time. He ate a few almonds and poked at the bun incessantly with a plastic fork. "Wait, why am I using a for..." He brought the bun to his mouth, taking a savage bite, and tossed the fork across the room. No sooner had the fork hit the door, when his phone started ringing, playing the first few seconds of Space Jam on a loop. "Hello?"
"Hey Akio, what's up?" A girl's sing-song voice. He couldn't seem to pinpont it's owner.
"Eh, not much, sorry, who is this?"
"Clover..." Shit.
"Oh! Clover! Of course! My cell's been acting up lately, the voice modulator thingy is busted." Smooth.
"Haha... So, where are you? You did remember you were supposed to meet me for breakfast this morning, right?" Double shit.
"Of course! I'm on my way right now!"
"Okay, just hurry, I've been waiting here for like twenty minutes..."
"Alright, see you in a few!" He set the food on the table and flicked on a tv. As he turned the doorknob to head out, he realized he was forgetting one thing. Clothes.
As he rounded the corner to the cafeteria, he spotted a nearby group of gossiping girls, one of them looking significantly worse for wear than the other, they seemed to be comforting her.
"Sheesh, I wonder who stood her up." No sooner had he said that than one of the girls began pointing at him. They looked angry. "Triple shit."
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" One of them yelled at him, breaking off of the group to accost him. "You asshole! Where were you?! You stood me up!"
"I-I'm sorry, I-"
"You what?!"
"I... I, uh..."
"You jerk!" She shrieked. Her friend handed her a drink. God damn it. Just as Akio expected, she dumped the drink, some sort of cola, all over him, and haughtily strode away with her friends. "Perfect." He thought. As he made his way the the cafeteria, thinking of how he would explain his sticky state to Clover, the woman herself rounded the corner, and she looked pissed.
"What happened to you?!" She asked.
"Well, I uh-"
"Where were you?"
"I was sitting on my couch 90% naked eating nuts and watching cowboy movies." he though to himself.
"You were what?!" She said. Oh god. He said that out loud. "Go to hell!" She said, storming off. Sighing in exasperation, he slumped int a corner and planted his butt on the concrete, attempting to wipe off some of the sticky soft drink. "This is going to be a great day."