#reflectionofthehero

✦➤ ❝I came here to have a good time but now I’m just feeling so attacked by Pittoo and Zards.”

     “Promise I can hit it in the first shot.”

“How do you manage it, anyways? You’re in more clubs and sports than anyone else I know, and yet, you still manage to keep your grades high enough to stay in all of them.” Her question was innocent enough, though her tone did hold a hint of curiosity. Truthfully, she was quite impressed, so of course she had to know.

⨳ Much to his dismay the lack of skill the dark angel displayed did not exceed his expectations. What a disappointment he had grown to his eyes. Where did the notion of which Pittoo would have been a prodigy come from? T’was perhaps his own imagination. His own, as one would say, self indulgence. He wanted the boy to excel selfishly because, lets just say, Chaos found a younger mirror of whom he saw reflected his previous personage.  He waited for the right time. The right moment for this needed confrontation. It wasn’t until after practice did he catch the male. No, he wasn’t to publicly announce this for one might accuse him of favoritism. Although, this exactly might have been that dreading case.  “Pittoo, a word?” 

►\\\ “...You know, you’re supposed to apologize when you bump into somebody.” He had half a mind to toss the large text that had spiralled out of his hands as a result of the jostling at the offender, but thankfully had enough self control to avoid doing so. “I know this hallway is pretty tight, but there’s still enough room to walk one past another...”

Curiosity showed itself as he lifted his head up slightly, and showed a sardonic smirk on ivory lips. “Tell me not-hero, do you have a name?”

“I haven’t seen you here before, although you kinda remind me of someone. Who are you?”