Momoshiro Takeshi//The key to my lock\\1

Intro: Your name is Shinera Yameshu(last, first).
No siblings, not that you wanted any.
You live with a worthless drunkard of a father. Your mum left in the middle of the night when you were 6. Apparently, you heard your parents screaming at each other from your room. Really, it was a loud "discusion", and your room was way~~ down the hall, thier's was the first on the left. The next day, your mum was gone- clothes, bags, jewelery and all. Your dad was heartbroken, and he soon took to alcohol. He would come home dead drunk each midnight, reeking of alcohol, and goodness knows how many drinks he has had. He never worked, and you had to support the worthless bum and yourself. But his habit was that he would wake up at 6 for his breakfast, then go back to sleep, or drink, again. Then, he would expect lunch at 2. But his official drinking spree started after dinner, which he never took at home. He never does any housework, but expects the house to be clean. So, YOU have to do it all. If you don't properly "adhere" to his "rules", then he would lash out at you with the dog whip. But that makes no difference-he whips/slaps/punches you as and when he feels like it, all with or without a reason.

You find it hard to remember that, just a mere 5 years ago, you used to look back into your past for comfort. Three of you had made a happy family. But ever since that horrible incident, you threw away your past, and you don't give half a damn about what lies in the future. You never recall your past to yourself. You find no comfort in anything, and you haven't shown an expression in 5 years. No tears falling from your eyes, no smile gracing your lips, no shout escaping your mouth, even when your father abuses you. Throughout the 5 years, your eyes showed no expression, and no hope for anything. You have long forgotten that happy family, and that cute little girl that once was you, and your life. You keep to yourself, you trust no one, and you don't carry high hopes for anything. That way, no one can hurt you, and you cannot be hurt if anyone tries to. In short, you numb yourself to everything around you.

You are a natural scholar, and you go through your schoolwork easily. You have a scholarship that pays for all your school and tuition fees. But people don't come to you for help. Why? Because of your appearance. You never work the girls' uniform, prefering to wear the guys' one. You hated skirts and flashy colours, with an UNDYING passion. You pale brown hair is always cut relatively short that it sticks up, and many times you get mistaken for a guy. Your eyes are a dull, midnight black. But, they weren't always dull. There was one a time when your midnight eyes shone and danced with happiness. Now, they displayed no emotion. You are also a swimmer. Your body is muscular, and that comes in handy when your father whips/punches you. When you tense up your body, the blows aren't that painful. You either run or swim in the morning, but mainly, you swim. People say you swim/run a marathon/biathlon, but you call it morning jog/swim.

You avoid questions at ALL costs, and you don't speak, even when spoken to, unless absolute necessary. And, you don't discriminate: you hate everyone.

So, the story starts on the first day of your second year. It's all in your P.O.V.

The school bell rang, but i was already in class. *My new class*, my remembered. Somehow, i was transferred out. I rested your chin on your propped-up knuckles and stared blankly at the board. Just then, everyone rushed into the class, and the noise level grew. I plugged in your earphones, and turned volume up on max, but continued staring at the board, until someone sat in the free seat next to me. I started, and looked at this person. He-yes a he- wore a green bandana under his long spiky black hair. He suddenly turned to face me, as though he realised i was watching.

"Fsuuuhhh....."