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____ ◇◆ { A I D E N -- Riel Waldegrave }
____ It’s a little funny story That's right It's already too late to turn back Left home I MISS YOUR HEART That PRESENT I searched for as if to not lose it I close it up in my heart...
_____ " even bitter tears have a meaning, y'know. "
You are innocent doll face.
I fill your blood my vase.
You are the slave of fate.
I give you love affair.
I am your rule of the world.
Your body is a sacrifice.
If you are double crosser.
Strike my whip going around.
Die! Live your life with my command.
It’s time to bend your knees.
You can’t run, Even you can’t hide,
I know you will come to the place of plastic kingdom.
You can’t run, Even you can’t hide, I am king of desire of the love….
And you are addicted to the love.
The grand room was absolutely soundless - well - minus the pencil-on-paper scratching noises, the sound of the wind blowing through white curtains at wide-opened windows, and an old man's lecture voice booming and echoing to the front and back of the classroom. So, in actuality, when one took notice of those minor noises buzzing around; the classroom was not as quiet as it seems. Not to mention, Aiden mentally noted, that the classroom seemed to be very uninterested in the lecture today... As usual. It was just another day in class, another day in the big city, another unruly teenager that wondered - for the umpthmillionth time - why he even bothered to attend class today.
His chin rested against the palm of his hand; the hand to the elbow that was on top of his lined-papers; binder papers that had somewhat messy scribbles of notes and information written on them. Then, dazed, blue colored eyes eyeballed the classroom out of pure boredom - also, it was better than staring at some ugly, wrinkly, old professor for three hours straight. Though in Aiden's eyes, they were clouded with uninterested as he stared at one classmate, then another, and other. No one in particular was doing much... As usual.
Finally, what felt like suspenseful hours leading to the end of time, a bell 'ding'-ed five times, signaling the dismissal of class. Also, with luck on his side today, it was also the dismissal of the last class he had for today. Eager to leave, Aiden picked up his backpack, and plopped it on the empty corner of his desk area. Immediately one hand unzipped the backpack, held it's mouth open, and the other hand started to throw papers, writing utensils, and whatever else he had on his desk into the abyss of his backpack. Just when he was zipping the bag closed, a shadow loomed over him; and made Aiden tilt his head upwards to catch sight of who was standing next to him and his desk.
Upon looking, he saw a petite, slim-figured, long, blond, curly-haired girl. He doesn't remember at all, but he was pretty sure she was one of his fellow classmates. "Hey, Aiden, do you have any other classes to go to? If not, maybe we could go out and get something to eat together?" The girl was all fidgety, eyes planted at the ground (as if a speck of dirt on the ground was the most interesting thing she has ever set eyes on - and Aiden would believe that), and her hands behind her back as she attempted to look.. 'cute'.
The first thing the brunette thought was, How in the hell does she know my name?
As far as he knew and could remember, he has never spoken a word to her or even set eyes on the female student even once. It really annoyed him when strangers just walk up to him, assuming he knows them - much or less - give a world's damn care about them. Now all irritated and feeling edgy, Aiden abruptly rose from his seat, forcing the girl to move out of his way before his taller, massive body pushed her out of his way. "I'll pass, I don't really want to hang out with a creep that knows my name even though I've never seen them before."
With that, he slid passed the girl - full of shock and dismay at Aiden's rude inputs - and the brunette quickly sped out of the classroom. Most likely he just made some new enemies right now, though the teenager didn't pay too much attention on that minor detail; it was something he was used to for the last - what? - twenty years he's been living. "Tch..." A small, dreary sigh escaped from slightly parted lips, and a hand brushed through messy brown locks, as Aiden left campus grounds and into the busy streets of the grand city.
Normally, he would go kill time wandering about in the city - maybe even going over to the north side of town to visit the ocean. But, after that small incident, Aiden felt utterly irritated and just wanted to be left alone. Today, though, he decided to relieve himself of some stress by throwing a few punches at his personal sand-bag back at home; then, maybe afterward, work on school papers. So, Aiden turned around corners, headed down one-or-two streets, and eventually came to a bus stop. Paying for a ticket and then boarding the bus, he took a hold of the one of the latches hanging from the top of the bus - used to balance himself as he stood during the ride back to his home.
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