[OPEN] Back Home

I come through the gates of the school after my unexpected trip back to the old home. I was called out and had to make a trip home for some funeral arrangements for some family member I never met. But I had to support the parent, even if I don't like them. But damn, man, I wonder what I've been missing? I missed school, I put my bags in my room really quick and go outside and breath in, very relieved to be back in the right air.

The feel of the loght breeze right now, spring is here and I love it. I can actually wear a tanktop amd not feel like a creeper, heh. I look over to the left and same bench, look to thr right and same plants, and look to the front and same courtyard.

I put my one hand up in the air while yawning and start walking, lets see if I run into anybody to catch up or meet someone new.

Been awhile, so seems its time to see what everyone's up to.

Sitting next to a tree is myself with a drawing pad in my lap.

The day is beautiful so I thought I'd sacrifice having a table to draw on in order to enjoy the day better.

This time, instead of the sounds of music, it is the singing of birds that fill my ears. Intoxicating the senses.

My hair blocks my eyes but it is both my eyes and hair that truly reveal who I am.

I look over under the tree and notice someone, "Hmm?", I can't tell who it is at first. Walking over, cautiously after noticing the drawing pad but not in a creepy fashion, I notice a little opening in his hair revealing a small part of an eye,

"Ooohhh Veach!", I say after realizing who it is, this kid and his drawings; he's good.

I sit next to him, "Hey, man!"

Aye, that head looks awful...I'll change it soon enough.

It may have been a really long time but I almost automatically recognize the familiar voice.

"Kitomi?"

DAYUMN, DUDE-where'ave YOU been??

"Woah, man, what's been up lately?"

One day he seemed to just randomly disappear. I had asked Mutou what had happened to him and he just responded, "I was only informed that Mr.Kitomi would be absent for a while. Nothing much more."

"Oh y'know... Random calls from your mother, the unusual", he gives a smile and sits down, "But yeah, I was just back at home for this guy's funeral. Not important, but its always good to pay your respects to the dead", he looks down at the drawing,

"Nice drawing, though. See you're still an artist, heh", he grins and looks down.

"Whats been up with you though?", he notices the scars on his face, "Like an explantion for those scars would help", he gives a puzzling look.

[Was my left wrist but I gotchya covered ]

"Hey-don't point out m acne scars. I'm only human."

I slowly cover my left forearm area with my sleeve better. Doing my best to make it nonchalant.

"It isn't that great. When I finish, it'll look better."

[SONVAHBITCH SORRY XD]

"Oh! Sorry", I notice his sudden little shutdown as I see him move his left arm, seeing a glimpse of scars, "What about those scars? I don't remember arms being able to get acne" I jester a little while smiling.

*Gasp!*

"Oh-uh~hehheh.."

I may not be personally thinking it, but having someone worry about me is the last thing I want to do so I recover and approach it head on.

Unbuttoning and pulling down my sleeve, I expose the scarred forearm and give my normal grin but with a more heroic flare to it.

"I may not look it, but I'm a pretty dangerous guy."

"Something bites me, I bite back."

My conscious may be speaking this but my mind is telling me not to mention the specifics.

Asterick gives off a grin at his high being of the scar, he wonders what really caused it but be doesn't wanna press, in case it's too touchy,

"Hah! Well, at least it isn't something you're feeling hurt about,", he looks at him flr a moment before adding "At least not showing any hurt."

"What bit you, though? I mean, if you bit back, it must of...",

He smiles and pretends to put glasses on, "Hit the road, Jack".

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[YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
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Had to do it LOL]

"Nah, it don't hurt anymore."

My arm lowers and I rebutton the sleeve up.

I chuckle at Asterick's little pun-thing.

"Was a dog. Punched it in the throat to shake it loose and it ran away afterwards."

I think about telling him about how I apparently got my first kiss but then I decide against it since it didn't really count and it isn't really anything that'd be important to him so I stop myself from speaking.