Ditched

Okay, so he ditched Akane to go off by himself, was that illegal? Sure, maybe his family told him specifically to watch him, but didn't they say that he could have some alone time?

Kiiroi sighed, sitting upon the windowsill of the deserted and broken class room. He had found this to get some air time, and to try and ignore his older brother. Nothing ever interesting happen, but he didn't mind; he didn't mind at all. Minding things when they got interesting he hated.

Which is perfectly the reason why he chose an empty deserted room; so he could think, alone. No one would dare come in, so he didn't take all the effort to hide his long hair, and just dressed normally, staring out into the snow filled campus.

In short, he liked it alone. He liked it when nothing interesting happened. And probably that wouldn't happen for the rest of his life.

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Maybe it was his acute and probably paranoid sense of hearing that a quiet step from someone had jolted him. His eyes narrowed in distaste. He hated company. Especially on his time off.

But if he tried to live without any contact for the rest of his life, mmm, that would never work out. He figured long ago, so- what the heck?- he could bear with it at least.

He turned his head towards the newcomer, and attempted to smile with the air of welcoming (but it really was the opposite). With his left hand, he placed a black hat upon his head and waved.

"Hello. And whom do I have the pleasure of meeting today?" he asked, respectfully, even though his other, more annoyed personality was more irritated then ever to have his rest interrupted.

"Ah, you're so correct!" he replied, completely sarcastic, but covered with an air of contentment and hyperness. He could do some good copying his sister's tactics.

So here's the deal I'll leave you alone if you tell me why you hate company and don't want friends.

He fell silent. Truthfully, he was thinking of something to say, but was drawing up a blank.

"Eh, I'm just uncomfortable around people. Besides, I can take care of things by myself; I don't need any help. My brother has the same habit as well, so I guess you can say I come from a lovely family full of antisocial people," Kiiroi said happily, a bit too happy for someone coming from an antisocial family.

In a particular thinking pose, he listened to the rest of her sentence, his long bangs really getting into his eyes.

"People with people problems don't like company for some or so reason. There's many reason why they do, but one of the several main reasons is either their beliefs-" he shrugged at this point "-or they have some form of depression and nothing was happy in their past. Think when you experience something you don't like/hate, you usually go alone to think. People who likes being alone usually have a lot of these experiences."

His eyes brightened suddenly, looking at the girl with his dark choclate irises. "By the way, I'm Ki, if you would. I flustered a bit, so maybe I'm not so perfect-" he said all this with a delightful smile on his face. "-But usually I'm pretty social, but you caught me at a time when I prefered not to."

"Oh." So he kind of forgot about other ones who don't coop up their problems.

"Kay. I guess you can say, you kind of are..." He stared at her strangely. There wasn't a person he knew who heaped their troubles onto other people. Well, only kids, but they don't really count. And Midori, but she didn't really count either. And he really didn't want to make her depressed either by being so ... blunt.

"People usually hide it because they don't want anyone to know about their private moments. But, you probably need a vent to help ... take ... it ... out ... easily."

He ran a hand backwards through his uncombed hair, making it even more messy. Usually, he'd keep it under his hat, but once seen, he probably won't be seen again.

... Okay, he was starting to get confused now, very confused.

"You do?"

He misunderstood (again). Maybe it was just him and his inability to understand, or maybe not. Feeling an expecting gaze on him and trying not to be flustered, he racked his brain for a good solution time time.

"Okay," he claimed, in a happy sort of way, finally coming to a good conclusion. "You try to forget, since it's uncomfortable for you, with other people. Others just sink into their depression and most of them become very self-centered. They separate themselves because they don't think that others have it as hard as them. There, is that a good explanation?" he concluded, fisting his left into his right, in close to bliss world that he finally came up with something good.