Irritation[END]

William looked at the girl confused, as if he wondered who she was, before scoffing and looking away. Don't mention it. he said, and quite literally meant that.

And then it was Spirit's turn to look at Lucy as if he wanted her to burst out in flames, for the last thing William needed now was someone to add oil to his flame. Fun it might be, girl, but he does not need more trouble on his plate. And you. he said growling at the boy. I know that you are irritated right now, but please try to act as a sensible human being, perhaps?

You got that right. William said, smirking bitterly. The very thought of his family put him in a sour mood, and for some reason, the fact that it seemed that they were trying to be nice irritated him even more, for he just knew that they weren't sincere.

By the looks of it, the girl was having a staring contest by the time he got rid of his darker thoughts so he had decided to ignore her, and focus on the box again instead. A lot less angry now then he was before the fight, he simply sighed (instead of just staring at the boy and wishing it to burn), and started ripping the light blue paper. Beneath it was an ordinary cardboard box, and in it most of the small stuff he didn't get to bring from his old room when his father kicked him out. There were old posters of bands he used to like, and action figures of various anime and cartoon characters, some pictures, a wooden carving he did at the summer camp. The small stuff. The stuff you were supposed to keep. Unless you were turning your disowned son's room into a gym that is. He gritted his teeth, feeling as he was about to burst from tears and anger at the same stuff, throwing the box against the wall, it's contents falling out.

I should have known.

Oh, nothing really. he said, his voice seemingly happy, as he covered his face with his arm, his whole posture speaking a completely different story, his tone actually dripping from anger and bitterness. Just the first fifteen years of my life put in a box, nothing much. he laughed, his shoulders shaking, and he shook his head. I can't believe this. he said, his voice suddenly low and deep. He stopped laughing, his body as still as the sea before the storm. He should have burned them. he said, turning his back on the stuff.

William turned half-way around, looking at her with something akin to shock, before he bursted out laughing again, every bit as insincere as before. Oh, you have nooo idea. he said, his hand reaching for his face again as if he was trying to hide something there. Rude doesn't even begin to cover it. And mean is less than a half way there.

The hand that wasn't on his face clenched into a fist as he spoke, his shoulders shaking, his teeth gritting, as he wished, no, desperately needed for something to punch on until it bleed. He didn't care what it was. He didn't care who it was, he just needed something, anything to help him get rid of this... this anger inside of him, this stupid need to go back home again (even if he had sworn never to do that again), and just yell at the man until he passed out.

Aght! he screamed, and as he turned to punch a wall, Warrior was there, catching his hand before he broke his wrist.

It is not worth it. he said, his voice silent and solemn.

Yeah. he said, still staring into Warrior's eyes. The creature seemingly did nothing but hold his hand tightly in the mid air, but as the seconds passed, his anger subdued, slowly vanishing into the thin air. William suspected it was either Warrior or Spirit drawing on his feelings since they always seemed to be able to handle them better than him, however, at this point, he didn't really care. He was just glad that the molten hot lava inside him was gone, at least for the moment.

Fucking crazy. he said, repeating her words as Warrior let go of his hand, letting it drop right back down to his side, since the creature was still a head taller than him.

What was your name again? he asked, turning towards the girl, now finally calm enough to realise that he hadn't even asked her something that simple in the first place.