A Rotten Boy Aged 18

❝What do you actually want me to kill you?❞ He grinned, leaning down so that his face was inches close to the male’s ❝Because I wouldn’t mind doing so. It’s been a while since I’ve taken someone’s life.❞ He chuckled, leaning away and crossing his arms ❝But yes, I’m letting you go. For now. Unlike you, I have things to do and a long day ahead of me.❞ He turned away from the other, looking down at the remaining items on the list he has yet to get.

          -- “ Eeek! N-no! That’s not it! ForgivemeIpromisewon’tdoitagain-- ”

Alas, he had a feeling the other wasn’t even listening to his pleas anymore. Why should he bother wasting time on a useless human being as him anyway? Although he wanted to refute the suppositions, the other was right -- he didn’t have anything particular to do after grocery shopping. This would be it, they would part ways and never meet again. Except there was one big problem.

In the middle of petting the dogs and giving them attention, he heard a weak voice. He looked up, seeing the male speak to him. He looked shaken up, suspicious too. He was told to not speak to anyone who seemed suspicious, so he just stared up at the other.

Apparently it was a general male stereotype that one did not ask for help when lost, but to Shintarou that was just stupidity and pride speaking. If he was lost, he didn’t want to waste even more time walking aimlessly around. Wait a second, what was that sound?

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The sun was shining, a warm breeze passed through the streets. Everything about this day was perfect. The shota skipped through the streets of Hani’i happily, planning to take full advantage of the day. He had both Bun-Bun and Chu-Chi with him, not wanting them to miss out on anything. In fact, he had even invited his brother along, but the invitation was met with a glare and a mumble that Chika-chan was going to the family dojo.

It was perfect weather for ice cream. Just a few days ago, Honey had to walk around his estate in a huge, pink blanket in order to keep himself warm. At least he got to have fun wearing the blanket. Honey had pretended that whole day that he was a king, considering the way it dragged behind him like a cape.

Even without the blanket-cape, Honey still felt like royalty. Having more than enough money, he planned to buy the biggest ice cream cone he could, along with all the different sprinkles and sauces. Make that two ice cream cones. Maybe three, if he still wanted ice cream, which was very likely. Or maybe he should get one of those super mega jumbo slushies with all of the colours of the rainbow. Those were good too.

Bouncing along the street, softly singing a happy tune about the ice cream he was about to buy, he suddenly stopped when another person’s face came into view. The boy in question looked the complete opposite of happy. For a moment, Honey stood there staring at him, trying to figure out why anybody wouldn’t be cheerful. The blond had to do something about it.

He was dying. No, he was already dead and had finally been claimed by hell. Had he believed in such abstract concepts as heaven and hell, perhaps he would have thought such, but alas, he was still very much alive and his sufferings weren’t going to end until evening when the sun finally went down. Could he really withstand it for so long?

No way. He needed to find somewhere else. An emergency abode, maybe an internet café or, if he couldn’t find any good ones, a convenience store with air conditioning out of pure need. Then he could at least go to the magazine corner and read some manga and no one would disturb him. Who would want to talk to someone like him who oozed of social recluse anyway? Stuck in the middle of the day wasting his time away pointlessly skimming through poorly written stories in weekly magazines. Only someone like him would do that. And he was fairly sure that everyone else had to know. That was one of the good things about being a social dropout -- people tended to leave you alone as soon as they noticed, wanting nothing to do with you.

          -- “ Come Ene, we’re going out... ”

The command was met only by silence as Shintarou remembered that he was alone. Although he should have celebrated the day, when he realised she was gone from his computer, suddenly the empty room felt just a litte more empty. It was okay though. He had been alone before she showed up, and darned be if he couldn’t handle being alone again. They said that people needed to socialise or they would go mad, but Shintarou couldn’t help but think of that as bullocks. He had no one but the same two people (plus one AI) to keep him company for two years and he was perfectly fine.

Blaring music through his earbuds, the teen stuck both hands deep into the pockets of his red jersey as he dared venture out into the world around him. Just as anticipated, the warmth out here was just as unbearable, and he  hadn’t even walked a few metres beore he had to stop for breath and to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Although it was probably just his mind exaggerating, he felt as bathed, and everywhere his skin felt incredibly gross. Maybe he should have taken a shower first. Oh well, not like he was going to stand up-and-down other people. And his hair wasn’t that greasy. It was fine... probably.

He didn’t get any further however, before a surprisingly strong grip took hold of the hand he had let drop to his side, and at the touch a jitter went through Shintarou’s entire body as he forcibly pulled his hand away and violently turned his head to face whoever had snuck up on him. The music in the ears drowned out all noise the small boy made, so when Shintarou’s stern glare was locked at him, heart beating rapidly from the surprise, he had absolutely no clue what was going on. Even more confused was he when two plush bunnies were held out to him.

          -- “ What do you want? Go away. ”

                              “it is something juvia need’s to worry about, if a stranger                               mumbles something under his breath right next to her!”

                              the blue haired girl uncrosses her arms, raising a finger and pointing                               at him.

          -- “ No. Not really. I don’t see why I should. ”

Letting out such an undignified yelp upon his words, that he hadn’t even realised were spoken out loud, being responded to, Shintarou jolted in surprise and turned his head to the sound. It was the young woman beside him. To think he had made someone worry about him -- what a bother. Should he just ignore her concern? No, then she was just going to get insistent. The more you ignored a girl’s existence, the more they would force their presence upon you: he had learnt that the hard way. Gaze cast aside out the window, Shintarou’s face was indeed pale, but not from feeling motion sick. 

He had to look up on some ingredients in order to know what to exactly get and to exactly make. Well just hope the two doesn’t mind something heavy and meaty.

Add was just in the beginnings of doing his shopping when he was bumped into. He glared at the person as to who dared to not pay attention to where they were going and thought it was a good idea to bump into him. He frowned, letting his Dynamos appear, ready to reprimand the person for being foolish enough to not pay attention.

He saw how frightened the other was, he chuckled. He brought his leg up and rests the sole of his shoes on the pathetic being’s head.

That was not going to stop the thoughts though. In his mind, Shintarou was cursing this stranger and his repulsive need to live his pathetic little life picking on weaklings. Weaklings like himself. In fact, wasn’t Shintarou the more pathetic of the two? A NEET, a hikikomori, a virgin, a high school dropout, a loser of society who had neither job, status nor girlfriend. Who spent every day sitting in front of a screen complaining about the horrible quality of this season’s anime to people like him with no life who couldn’t care less about who he was and whether he even existed. Maybe it would be better to get some yankee to do him the favour after all -- then at least he would have a more meaningful ending. But instead...

          -- “ Eh? Y...you’re going to let me go? Just like that? ”

Could Shintarou hear his own voice as it sounded to others he would have wanted to dig the deepest possible hole and crawl into it. It was hoarse and gross, a result of only speaking the bare minimum for the past two years, a voice he would not wish to acknowledge as belonging to him. Relief however filled him; he wasn’t sure how much he appreciated the thought of this ‘killing spree’, but to get off without getting hurt seemed like a miracle at this point.