Fanfiction part 2

He Tian and Red Head Fanfiction (part 2)
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He exhaled softly, fingers curling around the handle of an iron pan.

"Don't you have tutions today?" His mom poked her head through the doorway, arching a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah." He replied, cranking up the heat on the skrillet. The faint odour of onions in the kitchen intensified. His mom leant against the doorframe with crossed arms, silently observing him.

"Something seems to the matter." She remarked. "Spill it, already."

He glowered.

"Nothing is the problem, mom." He stated. "It'll only take a few minutes."

"You miss your dad." He turned to face her, and loathed what he so. A tired woman with a ruffled face, eyes that drooped with lethargy and shoulders that seemed to bearing the entire weight to the world. Unconsciously, somewhere deep within his mind, his quiet fury and simmering emotions all melted away, leaving him introspective, and a bit guilty.

"Old man will be back in a few hours." He said, covering the pan. "He's having shift duty today."

"You probably should be taking up the family business." His mother smiled at him as he brushed past her, entering the hall.

"You cook a lot better than me. Do you recall the number of times you've had to save my ass because I'd over-cooked something or the other? You were such a precocious boy then. Loud too."

Her chuckles brought a slight smirk on his face.

"Someone has to be." He muttered. "One more word and I will be cutting your tongue off, lady."

"And rude too." She reminisced. "Still is, apparently. Where have I gone wrong? Hey, look at the time, you moron! Cram school."

"Shit." He raced into the living room, picking up his bag from the table.

"Slow down-"

"See you later." He said, kicking open the door and rushing out into the yard. Clambering atop his bicycle, he looked back reflexively to see his mother waving after him.

"Tell dad his meal is on the counter." He yelled.

"Sure." She said aloud. "The household rules are completely inverted in this house. Don't let your friends know."

Friends? He huffed, pushing his feet onto the pedal. What friends? A bunch of brain dead morons who followed him about out of desperation was the apt selection of words. The climate wasn't merciful, and he was fully drenched with sweat by the time he reached the compound, which was swarming with students. Rolling his bike out over the gritty mud, he looked over at the sea of kids.

It was a mess of juniors and seniors, and everyone looked haggard as they clutched their colour coded notes and whatnot, mouthing words as they revised like maniacs. In his opinion, cram school was a pain in the ass. The sole reason he was attending was because the lectures in his highschool sucked, and if he had any chance of passing and not facing his mom's wrath, it would be this. His slung his bag over his shoulder, making way towards the entrance. Someone crashed into his back, and he swivelled around on his heels.

"Watch where you are walking." He said sharply, looking down at a small guy.

"Don't block my way, then.". The kid said irritably, and it was like his brain was instinctively wired to respond with aggression. In a mere span of seconds, his hand curled around the guy's shirt collar, lifting him up.

"Listen kid." He said evenly. "You should be more responsible. Watch. Your. Step."

"S-sure."

Breathing in slowly, he walked up the stairs, towards the windows that overlooked the park behind the school. A dark, shadowy figure outlined the glass, shrouded by the darkness. It was late afternoon. He paid them no need as he continued walking up the stairs.

"You are impulsive out of school as well, how predictable."

He whirled around, nearly snapping his neck with horror. He stared as the figure came out into the light, a trail of smoke following him. He Tian crushed the head of the cigar onto the wall, dropping it in a nearby bin. The asshole had a pleasant, plaintive expression on his face, and that might have fooled him into being calm if it weren't for those languid, black eyes.

"This shit creeps me out." He muttered to himself, brain going flat. "Don't talk to me, you bastard. I ain't putting up with your shit today."

He Tian raised his hands, looking as innocent as a wolf who's been gnawing on a sheep's bones.

"I wasn't about to do anything else."

There was no way He Tian was going to make his day shittier than it was before. He clambered up the stairs, walking through the crowded corridor. Glancing back over his shoulder, a dead weight formed in his stomach when he realized that the guy wasn't following him. He Tian might be a sadistic masochist, but even that bastard wasn't idiotic enough to follow him about. Even if it was to torture him.

Pissed off and more than a little confused, he realized that the corridor was becoming more and more less populated.

'Fuck these similar looking classes. I'll have to go downstairs again.'

Mind preoccupied, he didn't hear the steps behind him untill he saw the shadow in front of him. Gritting his teeth, he swivelled around, ready to give whatever unfortunate asshole behind him a piece of his mind.

"I am fucking tired of brains dead morons collid-"

The air went out of his gut, as though someone had landed a solid blow on it. He Tian stood in front of him, tilting his head.

"What do you want?" His voice was quiet. "Why the fuck are you following me like a goddamn housefly?"

"We happen to have the same class." The bastard had the audacity to sling an arm over his shoulder as though they were best buds. "Why don't you show me the way? It's my first day, after all."

Then the bastard did something completely unexpected. He felt a warm breath on his ear, and it burned like a furnace. He tried to pull away, but the arm around his back held him in a tight lock.

"That's fucking gross." He wheezed. "What do yo-"

"I like messing with you." He Tian admitted, running fingers through his hair and mussing it up. He gave up attempting to pry the bastard's hand off.

"Can't you find some other target?" He demanded, oddly calming down. "I can't put up with this."

"Well then, you'll have to suck it up, and-" He Tian met his eyes. "Swallow it."

He couldn't tear his eyes off the way the bastard's throat bobbed as he spoke.

"What did you say?" He asked, distracted. Rewinding back on the bastard's words, his features contorted in disgust.

"I like messing with innocent guys like you." He Tian continued. "I don't feel sorry."

"You want me to console you or something?" He was incredulous beyond words.

He Tian curved his lips mysteriously, leaning in.

"I was hoping for that." He whispered. His voice was rough. "You see, I like being consoled."

He couldn't stop staring at the bastard's face, he realized with unlimited horror. It was witchcraft. Sorcery!

"In what ways? You are so fucking idiotic. It's sad." Apparently his brain was short circuiting.

"Several." He Tian pointed out nonchalantly, and small hairs rose over the nape of his neck, and he opened his mouth to remark. Silence impermeated the air, and there was a brief, convoluted moment where they both considered each other. Predator and prey. Perhaps, there was no such distinction. He could easily land a few punches if all hell broke loose, although it gnawed at him to admit that he could just as easily have his head smashed by this douchebag. He wasn't a moron. Even he knew his limits. Although, it was funny how there was no malevolence on the bastard's face. He might have been hallucinating, but the bastard's eyes were darkening by the moment. Inexplicably, his mouth went dry for a crazy heartbeat when those dark eyes flickered down on his lips, before going back up. A strange buzz filled his head, and it was driving him nuts.

"Gotta go." He tuned his head away. "Get away from me."

There was a second where He Tian said nothing, moving away from him.

"You get angered easily." The bastard turned to face the windows. "I hate your kind the most."

"Who are you to judge, huh, asshole?" He was feeling irritable. Bitterness took over him like a wave.

"You have it easy." He continued. "Cool house. Rich parent and all that shit. Probably don't even know how it is like to balance shifts and your shitty school life. I guess you think you are such a hotshot."

He Tian didn't say anything.

"You don't realize stuff. Stuff like earning for the next meal, and working your way to the top. Pathetic losers like you are a waste to the world." He continued. The bastard spared him a neutral glance.

"How can you say that?" He Tian asked, not tearing his eyes from the landscape below. "You the kind the person who makes assumptions without even knowing anything. The way you say that I am rich makes me laugh."

"You are jus' bluffing now." He said, irritated. "You are the lowest of the low, you asshole."

"I get your point." He Tian smiled. A warning shock raced down his spine. What did the bastard want?

"The-" He cleared his throat, and it seemed like his eyes had a mind of their own, not being able to meet the bastard's calculating eyes. "There is no way I'll tolerate your shit. Come on to me again and I'll break every bone in your body."

He Tian sauntered towards him languidly, like a lithe cat stretching itself out. He took a step backwards, his back hitting the wall. The bastard braced an arm on the wall, and he felt like he was in a deep abyss. Brain freezing instantaneously, he found himself unable to say anything.

"That's quite the bold statement to make, isn't it?" The bastard edged closer, untill he was plastered onto the wall. The cold mosaic pressed against his back, and he could feel unwordly tingles on his skin.

"I can say whatever I want. Who the fuck are you?"

"Someone who oddly affects you." He Tian put his palm on his chest, and his heart sped up. "I can feel it. Need I say more?"

The sky was darkening, purple and violet mixed with hues of red. The corridor was partially ensconced in darkness, the two of them abandoned. He Tian's face was fading away as the syun slipped beyond the horizon. Classes were probably ongoing. Why was he stuck too the wall?

"I-" He turned his face away when he felt He Tian's hand on his hip. Swallowing, he stared resolutely into the darkness. "I don't know what the hell your intentions are, you bastard. The only reason why I am keeping myself in check is because my ma would kick me to hell if I stain my clothes with blood."

"You are confident." He Tian commented, and he felt the bastard's nose brush against his cheek in one electrifying moment. "How unnatural. I could kill you here if I wanted. Breaking your neck, for example. A clean thing. No one would question me. No evidence."

"You wish." He snorted, even as he felt He Tian's chest pressing against his. "You are crushing me against the wall, asshole-"

"Hey, who's there! Come out! I can hear voices!" A sharp voice sounded from around the bend, and he frioze against He Tian's chest.

"What the fuck have you done, you bastard?" He groaned, even as He Tian laughed quietly.

"You ready?" The bastard asked, and it was unnerving that he couldn't see the expression on He Tian's face in the lack of light. "What-"

He Tian grabbed his arm, before he was suddenly jerked forward.
"Hurry up!"
"Hey, you two there, stop!"
Elated, and more than a little breathless, he let himself be dragged away blindly.

"Fuck off!" He shouted at the teacher following them, and He Tian's wicked laugh followed as they both raced towards their class.


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