[M] Kit & Potironette "Highschool Days"
 

Another private 1x1 between myself and potironette.

If you're not one of us, please don't post.

Warnings: yaoi/mxm relations; language; possible non-con/dub-con(sex, possibly rape/sexual harrassment); language; violence

Classes: art (with Rune), gym (with Rune), math (with Blitzel), lunch, science (with Rune), history (by himself) (Mon/Tue/Wed?/Thur?/Fri?)

Rune made his way through the halls, head down, music blaring from his headphones as he ignored the other students around him... or at least, tried to. Somebody tried to trip him. With his gaze on the floor, he noticed it and quickly side-stepped, but got shoved. It just so happened that he got shoved into Luck, one of the school's biggest bullies. He quickly backed away, and bent down to gather the books he'd dropped, moving the headphones off his head to around his neck instead.

"Shit.... S-sorry, Luck..." He said softly, stuttering a little, almost fearfully. He was afraid of what the bully might do to him. "I-it won't happen again, I swear...." He was hoping the older boy would go lightly on him, if he did decide to beat on him, again. His wrist was still sore from earlier that month when it had gotten sprained, and he was already covered in fresh bruises from his abusive alcoholic father. The most noticeable being the beauty of a shiner around his left eye.

"It won't happen again, I swear," Luck mimicked in a mocking, high-pitched voice.
Luck seized Rune's wrist and pulled him closer, pinching it, knowing full well it would bruise.
"You bet it won't happen again," he growled.
He pushed onto Rune's shoulder with another hand and swept Rune's feet with his leg, attempting to get Rune to fall.
Luck winked at the one who shoved Rune towards him, "I've just had lunch, thanks for the treat."

Rune whimpered softly, flinching when he was grabbed. He knew better than to struggle, though- too many run-ins with bullies and his father had taught him the more you struggle, the worse you're going to get. When Luck shoved him, and knocked his legs out from under him at the same time, he gave a little cry as he hit the ground painfully, sprawled atop his books which already littlered the hallway from the first time he was shoved.

Luck sighed. Damn. Why was the boy so weak?
Then, he noticed the shiner on Rune's eye. He didn't give him that. Who did? Luck scowled, who was he to care about that kind of stuff? The strong beat the weak, that was how he always lived, and the boy before him looked weak to Luck. Not only that, Luck saw him as stand-offish. A prime target, he thought.
Luck kicked at a book, "Psshaw, that's it? You're not going to get up?" Luck goaded.
One particular book caught his eye. Luck picked it up, but threw it onto Rune. "Pick up after yourself why don't you? You're littering the hallway."
Luck turned his back with a sneer.

Pushing himself up onto his knees wih trembling arms- one was still healing from a sprain the month before, Rune watched Luck warily, biting his tongue when he noticed the one the older boy picked up was his journal. He was relieved when it was thrown at him, though did his best to not let it show, as he quickly scrambled to get his books cleaned up before Luck or his Goons could kick them further down the hallway, or worse, steal and hid them on him.

Luck faked languidness and walked into a side hallway when he knew no one was watching. His destination was room 404.

Luck entered the room and closed the door discreetly behind him. He walked over to the cabinet were they kept textbooks and snuck one out. He'd been sneaking into cabinets a lot these days. No one could know he was trying to study. It didn't do for his reputation. He refused to be caught studying. But it also didn't do for him to fail a year. People made fun of flunkies. A flunkie who beat people up didn't gain any advantages. A flunkie got beat up instead. Even if they didn't get physically beat up, they got mentally beat up. Same thing either way. Luck needed to graduate besides. If he got caught beating kids up as a flunkie adult still in high school, he would get called to the principle's office for sure. That, or they'd call the authorities. Flunkies didn't get sympathy.

Luck cracked open the textbook in his hand and snarled. Graphing, trigonometry, sines, cosines, tangents, cotangents, secants, cosecants. He was supposed to have learned those months ago, yet he still didn't understand it.

The doorknob made a clacking sound. Someone was entering. Luck threw the textbook into the cabinet and hastily closed it, then sat as if lazily in a chair, his feet propped up.

A gangling looking teenager in a ridiculous blazer walked in.
"Blitzel." Luck remarked.
"Boss!" Blitzel lookd genuinely startled. Then a little happy. "You doing anything today?" He asked, eagerly.
"There's this kid in the hallways picking up his books. Rune, you know him."
"Boss, him again? Aren't you bored yet?" Blitzel whined. Blitzel preferred to be feared by more than one student.
"Shut up Blitz." Luck glared, then his eyes light up and he said with practiced ease, "I think you'll like this mission."
Blitzel's previous disappointed deportment faded, "What is it?"
"As I was saying, there's this kid picking up his books. That, or he's carrying his books and wearing these headphones down in the hallway connected to this one. You'll see him. Once you find him, lure him to Fran and Cork. Steal one book from him. It shouldn't have words on the cover. You'll know when you see it." Luck raised an eyebrow, "You going or not?"
Blitzel pulled contently on a button of his blazer, "You know me best boss. These kind of missions are my thing. Much better than your brute force. Yep, much less pain." Blitzel exited the door.

Watching him go, Luck picked up his textbook with a frustrated sigh. Maybe Blitzel would steal Luck's math notes as well. He loved stealing things, that guy.

Blitzel walked into the main hallway, where students parted before him. Partly because of his height, but more from his association with Luck than anything. He'd been the school clown once because of his blazer and odd tendencies.
Blitzel saw Rune and smiled, this was it. "Come with me," he said, walking right up to Rune.

Rune looked up, startled slightly when he realized He was the one being talked to. And who, exactly, was doing the talking. "Ah, Blitz... Um, actually, y'know, I'm gonna be late for my next class, so if you don't mind, maybe we could take a raincheck?" He said, shifting his books in his arms nervously as he took a half-step to the side, away from Luck's seemingly favorite lackey, unknowingly in the direction the older boy wanted him to go, anyways.

"Sure, sure." Blitzel replied, pulling onto a blazer button as only when he was excited. He hung back, watching Rune. How in the blazes was he going to tell Fran and Cork Rune was coming? No way he was going to participate in the actual thing himself.

Blitzel racked his head for ideas, then remembered. Oh yes, he had a phone. Fran and Cork were always teasing him about how he never used phones despite having one. Blitzel pulled out his phone with distaste. He didn't like these things.

"Fran, Cork. Rune's coming your way. You know what to do." He texted. And sniffed. Really, phones. He stuffed the phone in his pocket and wiped his hand on a handkerchief.

"Alright Rune, go take your rain check," Blitzel said.

Runes was already walking away, taking advantage of the other teen getting distracted by his phone. He paused, looking to Blitzel momentarily when he let him have the raincheck, knowing something was going on. It wasn't like Luck or his goons to let him go so easily, and his was the second time today he'd gotten away relatively unscathed. He brushed it off as paranoia, shaking his head a bit as he put his headphones back on, not paying much attention to the people around him except to make sure he didn't run into anybody.

Cork and Fran looked at their phones together, snickering.
The two were similar in shape in stature. They were twins, in fact. Only Cork was male and Fran was female. They cut their hair in the same bowl-haired fashion, mostly to annoy people who couldn't tell them apart.
"Looks like Blitz caved and used his phone," remarked Cork to Fran.
"We need to annoy him later about it," replied Fran to Cork.

They watched as Rune walked past them, absorbed in his headphones as he was.
"It's him." Remarked Cork.
"Let's go," replied Fran.

They strode towards Rune together, then walked on either side of him.
"Hey Rune," said the two twins together, "We're going to bother you for a bit." They smiled, this was always the fun part.

Cork jumped in front of Rune.
Fran grabbed Rune in a bear hug from behind.

Rune could just make out the voices of Luck's other two goons over his music. He'd paused briefly to remove the headphones, which was when one stepped in front of him, and the other grabbed him from behind. "Hey! Let me go!" He yelped, not expecting to be grabbed, especially so tightly, particularly by a female.

"W-what do you want?" He asked, struggling against Fran's tight hold. Out of the group of Luck and his goons, he was most scared of the twins. He, along with most of the school population, believed them both to be not quite right in the head. Add on top their love of looking identical, and that creepy as all hell twin-speak thing... Well. One could certainly understand.

The twins giggled, "Telling you what we want would be no fun," said Cork.
"We'll let you go in a bit," said Fran.

Cork started forward, then stopped mid-step. He put his feet back, "What do we want?" He asked Fran.
"I don't know, I thought you knew," replied Fran.
"I don't know what you don't know." Said Cork.
"Let's pester Blitzel then, he should know." Said Fran.
"You have the phone," replied Cork.

Fran released Rune and pushed him towards Cork. She fished out a phone from her pocket.
At that moment, Blitz arrived. "Don't phone me, please." He said with a grimace.



(When you see me posting in one roleplay more than others, it's from lack of inspiration on what to do next ^^;;)

Rune stumbled slightly when one of the twins, Fran- or was it Cork?- shoved him towards the other. He looked up towards Blitz when he heard his voice, looking almost relieved to see the other boy. At least this one, he knew, was sane... At least, moreso than the twins.

He edged away from the twins a bit, moving nearer to Blitz. The gangly teen was certainly the safest option of the three, in Rune's mind. Blitzel was always least likely to take part in physical attacks.

(You could do a timeskip to morning, or something...)

"It's Blitz!" Cork exclaimed.
"Blitz!" Said Fran, in the same manner as Cork.
The twins' eyes lit up.
"You used your phone," said Cork.
"You touched the screen," said Fran.

Blitzel saw Rune coming towards him and swallowed. "Cork, Fran. We're getting the book this one has on top of his stack. The one without words on the cover."

Cork grabbed the book from the top of Rune's pile. "This one? You're no fun Blitz." He pouted.
Fran grabbed a second book from Rune's books, "This one? Blitz is being boring."
Cork turned to Rune, "What in this book?" He waved it in the air.
Fran stepped next to Cork, "What's in this one?" She waved it in the air.

Rune made a noise of protest when the twins took his books. "It's none of your business whats in them! Now give them back! He said, reaching for the books. One was his journal, the other his sketchbook. Both held sensitive information about his life at home and at school. He couldn't let anybody see them- if his father found out... He shuddered, a look of fear crossing his features as he tried harder to get the books away from the twins.

"We'll give one back," Blitzel said.
Cork looked at Blitz, "Really, Blitz?"
Fran looked at Blitz," Blitz, really?"

Blitzel looked at the two books, tugging on his blazer button. "Yes, really. It's gamble."

"Oh, gamble," Cork parroted.
"Gamble." Said Fran.
"Fran give yours back." Said Cork.
"Cork give back yours." Said Fran.
The two paused and looked at Rune.

"Rune, pick one," said Cork.
"Yeah Rune, it's more fun that way," completed Fran.
They held out the two books, each both held in two hands, tightly gripped.

Rune let out a soft whine, looking up at the teens pleadingly. Why can't I have both...?" He asked, looking nearly on the verge of tears. He bit his lip, trying to decide on which of the books was less important to keep private. On the one hand, his sketchbook was full of naughty pics and embarrassing doodles. On the other, his journal...

It held his entire life since the day he woke from the accident that killed him mum and left him so severely scarred. Everything. Every hope, every dream...Every instance of abuse at the hands of his father, who blamed him for his mothers death, and often told hom it should have been him, Rune, that dies instead of his precious Mirai.

He reached for his journal, despite the twin keeping ot just out of hos reach. I made up my mind... Now gomme back my journal..." He begged.

(( should they keep his notebook, and give back the sketchbook instead, seeing the way he reacts?)

Fran saw Rune reaching towards the book in her hands, "Hey Blitz, he wants this." She said.
"Yeah Blitz, he wants that bad." Echoed Cork.

Blitzel scrutinized Rune. Rune was an honest guy, he figured, judging by the way his eyes lingered on the book in Fran's hands.
"Cork, we'll be giving back the one in your hands." He said, tugging on his blazer button.

The twins smiled toothily. Cork shoved the sketchbook into Rune's hands, "Here have this."
"We'll be keeping this!" Fran exclaimed, and tossed the journal over to Blitzel.

Blitzel grinned, now he'd take this to the boss. "Nice playing with you," he said to Rune, mockingly, and turned to leave.

"Hey Rune, what's the other book?" Cork asked.
"Yeah Rune, Blitz has your journal so what's in the other one?" Asked Fran.

Rune made a frustrated noise, gripping his sketchbook tight when it was tossed to him, and was about to run after Blitzel to beg for his journal back, when the twins cut him off. "None of your business," he said, tightening his grip on it more, not wanting to give Cork and Fran another chance to steal his books.

Cork shrugged, "We don't want it."
Fran shrugged, "It's no fun without Blitz."
Cork nodded, "No fun. Let's go bother Blitz."
Fran nodded, "Yeah he used a phone."

The twins trotted after Blitzel into room 404.

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Luck glared, still frustrated, at the textbook in his hands. The doorknob clacked. Luck shoved the textbook into the desk.

Blitzel entered the room, "Boss, we got the book."

Luck smiled warmly, calmly, languidly "Good job Blitz." His gaze over Blitz to the twins behind him, "Good job Cork, Fran."

Cork giggled, "Good job Fran!"
Fran giggle, "Good job Cork!"

Blitzel threw the book at Luck, "Here you go, boss. What are you doing with it?"
Luck grinned, "It was fun, that's enough isn't it?"

Blitzel tugged at the button on his blazer, "Yeah, that's it." And left the room.
Cork and Fran looked curiously at Luck, "What are you doing in here Luck?" Asked Cork.
"Yeah, this is the textbook room." Added Fran.

Luck glared, "Get lost you two."
Cork giggled and left to play a prank on his next class. Fran giggled and followed Cork out 404.

Luck got up from the desk and peered out the hall, making sure Blitzel and Cork and Fran were out of sight before discreetly closing the door. He looked down at the book in his hands curiously. It was an odd book. He flipped it to a middle page.

Today was awful. First, having to deal with Luck and his buddies, getting the shit beat out of me by them. Then dealing with my father when I got home- Yes, I was late, he was already here. Must have just gotten in before me, since he was still in the front hall when I tried to sneak into the house, clothes dirty and torn from the fight. ...I don't know who's worse, more ruthless in their beatings- Luck, or my father...

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Rune leaned against the wall, tears falling down his cheeks as he slid to the floor, landing in a heap, crying silently. Thankfully it seemed the hallway was unused this period, since there were no students running about as the bell rang, sognalling the start of class. Rune ignored it, too worked up to pay the world enough attention to notice. He was afraid- what if Luck and his goons read his journal? What if they told somebody? What of his father found out?! 'Oh fuck, I'm screwed if anyone finds out... he began paanicking, breaths coming in short gasps, his pupils dilating as the workd began to spin.

Luck looked down at the page in horrible fascination, his frustrations with textbooks forgotten. Luck flipped to the first page of the journal, what was this? A voice in his head told him it was better to stop looking, now. But curiosity got the better of him.

Page upon page of horrifying reality faced Luck as the teen read more of Rune's journal. The beatings he endured, from both Luck and his father, admissions of self-harm and contemplations of suicide... And, the beatings from his father escalating into more... Before, they'd been punishment for some imagined fault. But as time progressed, they grew worse, and slowly mentions of sexual abuse became more common and more of a focus in many of Rune's entries... And how the boy was slowly getting used to it, accepting it as his new normal... Even, possibly, beginning to... Not exactly enjoy it, but definitely something close. Daydreams, too, imaginings of those rapes being more concentual, and with someone else entirely... A certain blond jock, perhaps...

Luck flipped over to read the last page, before closing the journal with a bang. His face twisted, scrunched up in an ugly frown. Curiosity killed the cat didn't it?

Journal in hand, Luck exited room 404, glancing at the clock along the way. 12:50, it said. Lucked growled. He missed his first class without realizing it. It was already 14 minutes into class time, and classes wouldn't end for another 18 minutes. Might as well skip, no use going to class that late. Besides, he couldn't confront Rune in class.

Luck entered the main hallway and found Rune slumped on the floor, his purple hair in a disarray, his headphones dangling limply. Luck scowled as he watched Rune's silent weeping. Luck threw the journal in front of Rune.

"Get up, you should be in class." Luck said. He shifted his eyes uncomfortably to the side, before bending down. Rune was too kind for his own good, but he wasn't as weak as Luck originally thought.

Rune's head shot up when his journal was tossed down onto the floor in front of him, startling him out of his panicked thoughts. He grabbed the book, holding it close to his chest, not looking at Luck. He knew the boy would have read it already, and knew there was no sense in hiding anything.

He whined softly, scooting away slightly, wishing Luck would just leave him alone, yet wishing the exact opposite at the same time.

Luck stared at Rune, half dumbstruck at his ineffectively scooting away. No wonder he set him off.

Luck grabbed Rune by the scuff of his shirt. "Why?" He asked, searching Rune's face. He skimmed a hand along Rune's neck, almost nervously, as he watched Rune's reaction.


(I'm having a bit of trouble with these parts. Not really sure how these type of stories really go, since I've not read much stories like it.)

Rune flinched hard when he was grabbed, before freezing up, trembling slightly under Luck's touch, which was surprisingly gentle. He was silent a little while longer before slowly relaxing slightly. "W-why what?" He asked quietly, voice a little rough from all his crying.

(You're doing alright. He caneither take advantage of Rune's vulnerable state, or simply comfort the boy... or make fun of him over it.)

Luck dropped his hands, stuffing them into the pockets of his red hoodie.

"Your journal. You like the guy that bullies ya huh?" Luck slipped into an accent. He did that when he was unsure of himself.

"Hey, I'm sorry. You're pretty tough for putting up with your father like that." Luck shifted his eyes towards the left, contemplating for a bit. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Luck motioned to Rune to follow and started for the boys' bathroom.

Rune flushed deeply when luck mentioned his crush. He closed his eyes as a tremor went through him. He could feel another mini panic attack creeping up, when the blond suddenly changed the subject to his father. He opened his eyes, looking up at Luck, surprised at the compliment.

When Luck mentioned his getting cleaned up, he pulled himself onto his feet, following a couple steps behind, holding his books tight, body tense, ready to run if this happened to be another trick or trap of some sort.

Luck stared as Rune went red before him. Luck's hand reached over to his head. Huh, so it was like that. An odd feeling wormed its way into his chest. Luck controlled his face carefully, making a languid and impassive face.

Luck ripped a piece of brown paper towel from the dispenser. He crumpled it in his hands before swiping the towel under the sink for a moment. He remembered his younger days, when he'd gotten bullied in the playgrounds and ran into the bathroom to hide away his tears. Obviously, he'd hardened since.

He turned to Rune and dabbed at the tears with the softened towel. He briefly contemplated if he could take Rune under his wings as he did with Blitzel and Cork and Fran, but rejected that idea immediately. Those guys had cracked and toughened. On the other hand, Rune leaned the other way.

Rune stood there awkwardly, glad there was no one else in the bathroom at the moment. He flinched slightly when Luck first lifted the towel to his face, slowly relaxing, having to remind himself that Luck wasn't going to hurt him this time. He set his books down on the counter behind him, resting his palms on the edge, leaning against it lightly as Luck cleaned him up.

His tears, though, weren't the only thing being wiped away. Few knew that Rune wore makeup, but now Luck was among them. Revealed were pale scars, both from the accident that killed his mum, and from his father's beatings, among numerous bruises, both fresh and fading, some from Luck and his goons, a few from other bullies in the school. Most were his father's handiwork, though...

Though shocked, Luck continued until he was sure Rune lost that just-cried look. That was the worst look to have, Luck knew. It only made people look like more viable targets. If not for the day-of, certainly sometime in the future. When Luck finished, he threw the colored towel into the trash and stared at Rune's face. He reached for Rune's chin, and with gentleness he thought he'd lost long ago, tilted just slightly upwards.

"You hide all this." He remarked, his blonde brows tilting upwards. He dropped Rune's chin, "You've got any more of that makeup on you?" He was dying to ask why Rune hid them all, what happened, why. But he wasn't that tactless. Or at least, he was trying to not be tactless.

Rune slowly reopened his eyes, not quite sure what he expected to see in Luck's face, though it sure wasn't the look of curiosity and amazement that he was met with. He flushed a little and nodded, turning away and setting his messenger bag on the counter as well, digging through until he found a little bottle of concealer. Facing the mirror, and ignoring the blond hovering behind him, Rune made quick work of reapplying his makeup. When he finished, his face once more looked near flawless, except for the black eye, and the little cut on his jaw.

"Better?" He asked when he finished, thrning back to Luck, though he didnt know why exactly he was looking for the older biy's approval.

Luck watched Rune's reflection the mirror, admiring the concentration with which the other boy applied his makeup. As if magic, the scars and bruises vanished under the rug of a funny looking liquid, though Luck noticed that a cut and a black eye was meticulously avoided, and brushed around to look natural.

When Rune turned to face him, a small grin eased its way onto Luck's face. It was cute, he thought, not knowing exactly why. "Yeah." He paused, "Why do you leave out the eye and that cut?"

Rune shrugged slightly. "Well the cut's still pretty fresh, and the black eye is still too tender for me to handle touching." He replied. "Besides, it'd look weird if I'd come to school with it, then it disappeared halfway through the day, wouldn't it?

Luck gave a light, "Yeah," in acquiescence. He looked darkly at the cut on Rune's face. "Where did that cut come from?" He asked.

As a rule, Luck knew, no sane bully would draw blood like that. Not with a cut. Maybe a kid might get a busted lip or something, but a cut made him bristle. Who did that?

Rune looked away, blushing slightly, and bit his lip nervously. Should he really tell Luck who it was? "Erm... My father... He said softly, not looking at the blond next to him as he admitted who'd hit him bad enough to leave a cut like that on his jaw. It wasn't like Luck didn't already know everything his father did to him, anyways... "He was wearing his old class ring..." Rune added in way of explanation.