Yukiteru (Yuki) Shigure
The sound of the alarm blaring in his ear did not help to wake up Yukiteru Shigure. He had not gotten much sleep the night before, so there was really no need for the alarm in the first place. With a slightly annoyed sigh, he pushed aside the pillow from his head. He turned on his back, staring up at the plain white ceiling above his bed for a moment, before a hand reached over to turn off the alarm. Another morning, another day. It took a bit of effort to push himself up from the laying position, to sit up within his bed. He glanced at the window by him, and through the flutter of the white curtains, he thought he saw a flash of pink. "I must be seeing things...” he yawned, rubbing his eyes of the lingering exhaustion that was there from the long night. He managed to push himself out of bed and to the bathroom, where a hot shower helped to wake him up a bit more. He dressed in a pair of brow pants with a few pockets up the legs, a black shirt and his usual hat.
Making his way to the living room, he noted he was already alone within the apartment. His mother had to have left already for work. Sure enough, there was a note on the fridge, and a lunch already made for him within. A small smile formed on his lips, as he made himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Today was another day of school. Another day of people avoiding him like he was a plague or something. A few people actually talked to him, and he did have a few friends. But that did not stop the labels of being a jinx or a curse. He placed his head within his hand and sighed, his expression turning a bit bored. If only they knew... He lifted his left hand, opening it so the palm was facing up. A small pinpoint of red appeared over it, slowly growing in size. When it was about the size of a golf ball, it began turning into various shapes. A diamond, a star, a helix, he could make it do whatever he wanted. Now this would definitely get him labeled a freak.
He closed his hand around the red glob, and it vanished. Placing his bowl into the sink, he managed to grab his phone, bag and coat before hurrying to the door. He barely had time to open it, before he was tackled into a hug that made him fall back onto the ground. "Yuki!" a familiar voice said, someone nuzzling his cheek. He turned a deep shade of red, looking at the teenage female hovering over him. "Yu-Yuno..." he swallowed. A giggle was his response, as the girl stood up. He knew her all too well, Yuno Harumi...his stalker. "Come on, we're going to be late for school!" she tilted her head, waiting for him to stand. "Why are you here?" he asked, though having her show up at his home was not altogether odd. It had happened before, he still was not sure how she even got his address. "I wanted to walk with you today Yuki, I have a feeling it's going to be a big day!" she turned on her heel, and ran out onto the landing.
Glancing back at him with a huge smile, she proceeded to run down the stairs. He sighed, stepping out the door. Man, Yuno was an odd one. He locked the door, turning to see her waving up at him. "Hurry up slowpoke!" she called. He moved down the stairs himself, before the two of them walked out of the complex and down the street. He knew she did not live around here, and he found himself wondering why she was here again. How far had she come, just to walk with him? He snuck a glance at her, but she merely looked ahead smiling. There was a slight spring in her step, which made him wonder what she was so happy about. It was not to long of a walk to the school, though the two of them did not speak much through it. She was usually so eager to ask him if he had plans, the weekend was coming up. It was a beautiful Friday morning to be exact. The air warm and crisp, the sky clear. It was perfect really. "Well well, if it isn't the two love birds" Yuki heard a laugh.
As they approached the gates to the school, a group of boys he knew all too well stood there. They smiled at him and Yuno, watching as they walked up. They had been terrorizing him for years, two of them were boys from the incident back then to, which did not help his cause any. Yuki was notorious in the city, for an accident that happened at the Observatory when he was twelve. He had been harassed by a group of several boys, when the glass flooring of the observatory had shattered beneath their feet. One of the boys had lost his life, while the others had been placed in the hospital. Yuki himself, had been relatively unhurt. This had been one of the major instigators in his issues. It was not uncommon before that though, growing up, for him to be teased and bullied. Yuki was not exactly the toughest guy one would meet, he had yet to find his inner voice as some could say. Yuno grabbed his hand, giving the boys a glare as she sped up her pace, pulling him along.
"Yea, run along with your girlfriend...though she won't always be there to protect you" the same boy called after them. He sighed, looking ahead again into the back of Yuno's head. Why was she so quick to stand up for him, when most others took advantage? Was it pity? A slight bit of annoyance sparked within him. He was no one's charity case... He pulled his hand back, which caused her to stop and look back at him. "Yuki?" she whispered. He looked away, "I have class..." he walked away. Truth was, they were in the same class together, though right then he would have preferred not to have to see her. He did his best to keep his head down during school, adverting his eyes from her the entire time. At lunch, he remained in the classroom with the teacher, instead of going out to the courtyards with friends or such as most others did on such a day.
He caught a glimpse of her out the window, sitting under a tree and laughing with her friends. She looked really pretty in the filtered sunlight through the leaves. This thought made a blush form on his cheeks. Whoa, no way? Was he seriously just admiring his stalker? He shook his head, and finished his lunch. Much of the rest of his day was typical. He got out of school at the usual time, though he hurried off before Yuno could even suggest walking him home. He was a bit sore from gym, they had a fitness test coming up. Yuki was active, but with people who didn't really like you as your partners, they tended to push him hard. He heard laughing ahead, and noticed the boys from before leaning against the wall along the route he usually took. They did not come this way, so why where they here? One of them noticed him, and nudged the guy who had yelled at him and Yuno earlier. The guy smiled, and they began to advance.
Yuki took a step back, great, this was going to be one of those days. He turned, taking off down a side street. The boys followed him, he did not look back to see how close they were though. He knew the area well, so it was not long till he thought he had lost them. Though he was mistaken. They had gone around to cut him off, standing between him and home. Turning to go back the way he had come, the others had caught up. He was boxed in, and what happened next was no stranger to him. Yuki was used to the pain, the threats and the words. Honestly, he became a bit numb, dethatching himself from the situation in order to distance himself from it. They finally left him sitting against the gate to his compound, laughing and calling back as they walked away. He felt even sorer now, as he pushed himself up to stand. He made his way up to the apartment, and then into his room, dropping his back by the door.
He nudged it closed, leaning against it a bit as he turned the lock. He slipped over to the bed, his body aching even more now as he could just feel the bruises over him. He fell forward onto the bed, allowing his face to burry into the pillow. He laid there, time passing. He did not know what time it was, the sun had gone down awhile before and still he did not move. He heard the front door open and close, his mother calling that she was home. A bit later, a knock came to his door that dinner was ready. He did not feel like eating, nor facing her to allow her to see what had happened. So he said nothing, ignoring her as he laid in the darkness. Part of him wishing for the thousandth time in his life to be able to vanish, to get out of here and never return. Somewhere in there, sleep took him.