Snippet #2063185

Kanari Tikoto

That night was not his night, was it? Ri wanted to scream, to cry, but one look at the darkness told him that the second he opened his mouth he was dead. And he didn’t question them. Sometimes the dark was funny, but it was rare, and it was only when he was truly terrified. They were dangerous, it was dangerous. He didn’t like the dark one bit. But he understood them, sort of in a way. They were lonely. At least that’s what he thought. They were…not nice. Nor did they tell him who brought them all here. Ri was from Japan, having his younger years on his home soil before moving to the States. Olive seemed to be from America too. Panda…well he was either Russian…or…Russian.

Back on topic, it was safe to say that Ri didn’t sleep well. But it was okay, he was getting used to it. Running on 3-4 hours of sleep a day was nothing. He would be fine. With a bright smile, the younger hopped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, giggling at Olive’s shout at the door. He was so cute sometimes. The laughter and smile stopped the moment he saw the mirror though. Tears welled into his eyes and he smiled at his reflection a bit sadly. Glancing down at his body, he saw the fabric of his pants had been ripped off and there was markings of blood on his legs. He wasn’t harmed, or so he thought. Turning on the water, he washed off the message, sighing. When it was gone, all of it, Ri went on to pretend like it didn’t happen and continued with his morning routine. Brush teeth, wash face, brush hair. But today he left it down, fingers running though soft locks. He had a sinking he might not have his hair soon. But! That wasn’t now and he would not fret about it!

The short boy skipped to the kitchen as happy as could be pouting when he didn’t see a single bright soul in the area. Quickly the pout turned into a frown, then a sneer, and he turned his head to the side, seeing the remains of a shadow scamper out of sight, “Guys,” he whined softly, though there was a cold edge to his voice, “Leave me and the others alone.” a whisper came back, but like most times, he just shook it off and went back down the hall, seeing that Cass’s was open. Cass was awake? How awesome! “CASSSSSS~” the young boy flew in and paused, not finding him in the room. He did however find a puzzled Olive-chan. Even better! “Olive? Olive~!” he giggled and launched himself at the taller male, sprawling them across the floor within seconds. “Olive-chan did you sleep badly too? I slept bad.” He pouted on top of the elder, his hands running through pink locks, “And my pants got ripped too! Are you okay? Um…Olive-chan?” he tilted his head and moved off the male, shrugging. Maybe the dark didn’t bother him. “Ya can talk to me, you know right!?” he smiled, though it fell and he pranced off to find Cass in the bathroom, doing something.

He didn’t care. “Cass-cass-chan~” he sang out, wrapping a tight hug around the blind boy, “Did you sleep good? You…don’t look well. Are you okay? Do you need help or something, I can help you know, if you need it!” he paused in his ramblings and bit his lip, “but of course if you don’t that’s fine too cause I know you are fully capable of doing it yourself!” he smiled, though he made sure it showed in his words. It was sad Cass couldn’t see his face. He would have loved to see the reaction.