(AU) What if...? (PT. 2 )

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What if you had met someone who helped you because they know how it feels to be treated as the black sheep of the place? What if they did it to prove a point?

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Here he was, in detention again. The little boy who sat outside the main office of the school sighed. It wasn't the first time nor the last, but he hated when he got blamed for things he didn't do or for standing up for himself. He wasn't going to wait for his parents to come out either, so he picked up his back and walked away from the office.

The said boy attended one of the most prestigious schools in all Japan, made for those whose parents were rich, people with important charges in the government, descendants of artists, doctors, etc. A very high prestige school. Because of the mentality of the students there, he was picked on quite a lot, specially because his family was known to be rich but up to their necks with debts. The boy wasn't that rebellious, he did dye his hair at a young age, it made him better about himself, gave him part of his character as well, even at 10, he was one of the most creative students. Though that wasn't enough to succeed in this school.

The boy had made his way to the garden of said school, because the other students were on recess, he had the garden all for himself. He liked to walk around it. It made him feel calm. But shortly after, he realized he wasn't alone
"Hey, Kurosaki!" Another boy called out, the silver haired boy stopped, not him again
"Didn't you listen? Ryo-san called you!" One of the friends from that same boy said, throwing what seemed to be juice at the silverette's uniform
"Go and call your mommy, maybe she can date someone who cleans uniforms and can get that hair dye off from you as well" a girl that was with them said.

Kurosaki turned around slowly, they liked to mess up with him but no one could ever defeat him if they decided to fight
"Leave me alone"

"Or what? You'll punch me? HAHAHA! If you do, you'll get expelled and your dad will have another debt with the school" the boy, Ryo, replied. He got closer to him and before he moved, he shoved Kurosaki to the floor
"If I fake a bruise they'll know how dangerous you are"
"You are like an animal, always running away after hurting people" the girl said, throwing a can of juice at him

It was just the kids laughing and making assumptions now, Kurosaki was silent; they were right, if he stood up for himself, he'd be called the bad guy, if he didn't, he'd still be blamed for causing such a riot.

After a moment of silence, there was a sound, and suddenly, those kids who were laughing at him were covered in paint, followed by the same adults who saw everything, somehow, the conversation the kids had was broadcasted and the director heard it. The adults walked up to them, took the now dirty kids and left Kurosaki there

"What was all of that?" He said to himself, before someone poked his shoulder from behind. He got up quickly, expecting one of those kids, but instead, a shorter girl with blonde hair and light blue eyes stood there, she had a very serious face while she looked at him
"...Who are you ?" He asked the girl, to this, she just showed her hands, they had traces of the paint that fell on the students
"...why did you do that?" He asked again, the girl took out a piece of paper and showed it to him
'No one should be hurt for being different' it read. His eyes widened at that sentence
"Are you in this school-"
"Lady Danima! There you are- look at your clothes! They're all dirty!" A servant who had appeared out of nowhere said while she made her way to where the kids stood. She took the blonde girl's hand and pulled her away, before she left, she waved her hand at the silver haired boy, who on return, waved his hand back at her.

A mere stranger was nice to him for the first time in years, and it made him realize that he wasn't alone, even of he didn't saw that person again.

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// I made this for Ranmaru's birthday, but due to health complications I couldn't post it. I'm still sick, but I'm publishing it because I missed this book. See you all later//

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