I wrote a fanfiction snippet of red head and He Tian.

Fanfiction - He Tian and the redhead.


He didn't know why, but it seemed like the entire universe was against him. Maybe, that's what most people his age thought. He was nothing special. Fucktards, the lot of them. There wasn't any reason why he had to slave through life, for he couldn't envision a future where his desires and aspirations would come true. It wasn't anything fancy like the royal shit that he kept seeing on television, though - something quiet and unassuming, where no one would come and pester him like insistent crows, and a place where his dad could find solace from all the moneylenders that trailed after him like swarming flies.

The sunlight filtering through the open windows highlighted the specs of dust floating about him, and he leant against the wall, clutching the handle of his broom and using it as a stand. There was a brief outburst of excited female voices, before the sounds in his ears got reduced to faint murmurs. Someone switched on the fan in the classroom, and there was an indignant cry.

"What are you doing, you retard?! We jus' swept this-"

"Oh my god, do we have to sweep this mess again-"

"Haha, who was in charge of the sweepin' today, Fen Shang?"

"Don't ya look at me. Speaking of which, where is the flaming idiot?"

The red-haired, lean boy in question opened his eyes, tugging on the collar of his shirt. A couple of girls brushed past him, averting their eyes as they always did. Sometimes, he wondered whether he had a sun on his forehead. Perhaps that was the reason why people turned away from him. Maybe the glare hurt them too much, those people. He had menacing eyes, the eyes of a troublemaker who wished to cause havoc, they said.

"I am not cleaning that shit." He said evenly, propping the broom against the wall and sticking his hands into his trousers.

"You are supposed to-" A sharp, nasal voice called out. The class representative. "I'll have to take your name down otherwise."

"Shut up." He said plaintively, combing fingers through his red hair. "I am not doin' it. Ask someone else."

He sauntered out of the class, stepping into the largely empty corridors. A pair of girls were in sight, attempting to balance holding a huge trash bag between them. The main garbge arena was a long way of, around the bend of the main corridor. He glanced at their pretty, flushed faces, and they panted with exertion. Small girls with breakabke arms. He paused in his steps, considering.

"Put the bag down." He said, and they froze in their tracks.

"Uhm, we were just-" The girl who spoke to him had a trembling smile.

"Shut up and leave." He grunted, heaving the black polythene bag over his shoulder. "Do you want me to fuck you up?"

They mumbled something under their breaths, before hastily retreating towards their classes. He adjusted his grip on the plastic, the crackling driving him nuts. After what had mostly been a calm day, it seemed strange to him that he was riled up by an insignificant thing such as this. The sky was coloured red, like someone had spilt warm blood in streaks across a warm yellow canvas, but it reflected his mood. He had to hurry back to the bus station. The afternoon buses would leave in another five minutes, and he had no intention in walking home.

When he reached the west end, climbing down the stairs leading to the main cluster of third year classes - he could hear laughs - the door of a class around the bend burst open with a crash. He almost missed a step, grasping the railing.

'Fuck.' He grimaced. 'Would've missed a teeth or two.'

"Who the hell-"

Breath catching in his throat, he clammed up, fists tightening involuntarily.

"What a pleasant coincidence."

He stared ahead resolutely, not bothering to open his mouth as he stalked past.

"You are being rude, you know." The husky voice had an undercurrent of amusement, and he bit his tongue, nearly ripping through it. The tang of copper filled his mouth.

"Get the fuck away from me." He felt dangerous, and his blood was already boiling.

"Haha, give me one good reason why I should."

If devil had an incarnate, he was convinced that He Tian was a solid example of that.

He increased his pace, refusing to acknowledge the evenly spaced footsteps that casually trailed after him.

"Why the hell are you following me, asshole?" He burst out, rearing around.

"Looks like you have a bone to pick with me." The asshole curved his lips, pitch black eyes calm and clear in a way that he absolutely despised. "I wonder what it is that I've done to make you pissed."

"Don't mock me." The rage was red-hot, addictive and poisonous, for it poisoned his blood as rapidly as arsenic - it made his heart and teeth ache with an unnatural intensity. It wasn't plausible for a human to feel such hatred towards another human, was it? It wasn't justified. But it was, he though, curling his fists. It was in every fathomable manner, justified.

Hurling the garbage bag into the dump, he swivelled around, almost slipping on the pavement. Regaining his balance at the last minute, he collided head on with the aforementioned devil. Before he could come to his senses, however, He Tian retained a vice like grip oon his forearm. When did the douche get such strength? He tried to break his hold.

"You aren't escaping from me today." He Tian smiled, grabbing his collar, and it wasn't particularly a pleasant smile. He clutched He Tian's wrists, attempting to pry them off.

"Are you mad?" He was incredulous. "Any one who takes you seriously is full blown retard. You are gonna be fucked any moment now if you don't let me go!"

"I wonder what punishment I should give you today."

He flushed when a girl walked past them, bug-eyed and more than a little apprehensive.

"Fuck!" He was mortified. "Leave me alone."

He Tian perked up.

"Something embarrasses you, interesting. We don't see that everyday, do we?""

"Being with a moron like you obviously does." He muttered, struggling to remove He Tian's grasp from his collar. He had a feeling the asshole wouldn't stop to choke him as a last resort.

"I wasn't aware you though of me like that. You hurt me with your callous words." He Tian smirked, edging closer to him. He had this strange, sinking feeling in his gut. He Tian's breath was warm and humid on his lips, and inexplicably, his face coloured. He breathed out softly, and for a moment, it looked like there were no words that could be exchanged. He Tian's eyes were dark like a never ending chasm.

"What are you looking at?" He Tian murmured. "Should I be disgusted? Or am I just throwing your own words back at you?"

"Maybe you should let go, you ass." His voice was hoarse, and it was strange that he didn't break away from He Tian even as the guy's grip on his collar loosened considerably. He opened his mouth, wanting to trade a couple of insults. Maybe draw back a fist and land a solid blow on that smirking face. He idly wondered how blood would look on He Tian's lips. His face still hadn't lost the heat that steadily radiated from it.

"Why are you looking at me like that, you bastard?"

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...and done. How was it? Should I write more?