Perfection and Destruction
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Chapter 2
Sorry I didn’t update this sooner, for any of you who have taken an interest to it, but it seems I have acquired pink eye somehow and have been sleeping most of today and yesterday. I had half of this written out and then my eye started becoming extremely sensitive to any light (including my laptop screen) and I couldn’t even look at it long enough to type a paragraph. I know… excuses, excuses. Anyway, enjoy!
Thanks to Silas, Semme, and Sekre for reviewing! (O.o…all S names, weird…)
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The school day, as any other, was too long and overly boring with lectures, assignments, more homework than anyone one person would ever need, and crappy lunch food that the dogs wouldn’t choke down if they were starving. For the majority of the student body, this was beyond true and each and every student victim to this torture knew it well and thoroughly- certainly more scrupulously than their text books or homework assignments. However, for the few that actually enjoy getting up at ridiculous hours of the morning when even the sun wasn’t ready to bid farewell to the sweet surrender of sleep and sit in hard, plastic chairs that made cement seem like a cushion all while listening to some know-it-all teacher ramble on about the highlights of World War II or what animals were carnivorous and which only munched down plants and berries (with side notes here and there about which plants and berries were poisonous to humans and why said animals could digest them), school was fine and dandy.
Suki fell in between those two categories, as most students did. Some had their favorite subjects or teachers, while others simply slept through lectures to chat with their friends during lunch and in between properly dubbed nap times. For the most popular boy (among teachers and students alike), though, none of the above criteria applied to him. He took little interest in the actual classes and found his time better spent in the bathrooms or abandoned hallways making out with his boyfriend. Somehow, he still managed to maintain the best grades in all his classes and keep himself in the teachers’ favor. Even the foul-attitude of the doctor was lightened when he was around (as long as his tongue wasn’t down Ai’s throat); though this was mostly due to the fact that said man never had to see Suki much, professionally speaking. Any other kid that participated in sports seemed to have at least three sprains, stubs, or bangs every week, landing them right in the doctor’s office. Suki, being the perfect little boy he was, never got injured, and when he did, his recovery speed was amazing- taking only a day off to heal a dislocated shoulder almost completely. Of course, everyone just chalked his great luck up to impeccable skills and grace. Whatever the reason may be (and everyone’s varied), Suki was by far the most loved boy at his school.
The fame and recognition, however, didn’t spread to his home life, if such a structure could be called a home. Suki, along with many other children, lived in a nearby orphanage, ran by his older brother and another man. As the black-haired teen approached his home, as he had come to call it, he glanced around the yard. It wasn’t a small yard by anyone’s standards, fitting for the giant house that sheltered the parentless teens. There were no children in the residence, the youngest being fourteen years ranging all the way to the oldest member of twenty-five, so the yard and hallways weren’t cluttered with toys and junk that no one really wanted. There were a few small gardens with everyone’s favorite flowers having been planted at one time or another as well as a fountain in the middle of the yard, giving it a serene feeling. A stone path marked a walkway from the dirt road up to the enclosed porch that fronted the giant house.
Out back was a courtyard-type setting with a giant pond covering more than half of the fenced in area with narrow walkways that led across it in the design of an asterisk. In between the walkways sat a giant lily pad in each section of water, which was able to be walked or sat on without sinking into the clear water. The other half met the back of the orphanage, and the wall was lined with honeysuckle as well as a few stone benches and another small garden. The entire place was surrounded by miles of woods, so noisy neighbors (or any noise at all other than the racket they made themselves, which there was plenty of) weren’t an issue.
Making his way inside, he was hit in the face with the smell of cooking. Not just any cooking, though, good cooking. Despite the number of people that lived in the house, many of them couldn’t cook to save their lives. Only seven of the countless boys could manage to make a decent meal for themselves and others, which made coming by good food difficult if they were out. Lucky enough for Suki, the perfectionist he was, he was one of the lucky seven to be blessed with culinary skills rivaled by only top chefs. Besides him, the two that ran the place (Setsuna, his older brother, and Kiyo), his twin brother (Kali), two older twins (Kalelle and Kagami), and Ai’s twin (Ayame) were the other six reliable cooks.
Suki entered the kitchen to see a boy about his height and size standing in front of the stove, turning the burners he had just used to make such wonderful aromas off. The other boy had shoulder length hair, much like the black-haired one, but his hair was a silvery-white color that shimmered with an ethereal glow. As the lighter-haired one looked up, crimson eyes met piercing blue ones that showed a friendly aura as opposed to Suki’s smoldering, flirty one. His twin brother, Kali, was certainly the more feminine (and prettier) of the two, while Suki had the sexy and seductive look down. Not that Kali couldn’t be sexy (he got his fair share of looks) and Suki couldn’t be pretty, but the two certainly had made their impression- one being pretty while the other just plain hot. It was often said that while Suki had darker, almost demon-like looks, Kali had an angelic and lighter appearance. If those that said such things only knew.
“Thank gods it’s not Faii.” The slightly older teen muttered, terrified of his second eldest brother’s cooking. The last time the blonde-haired man made dinner, three people had to have their stomachs pumped and five pots were tossed due to the bubbly, acidic (not to mention moving) ‘meal’.
The lighter-haired boy smiled faintly at the comment, trying not to laugh at the truth in his brother’s words. Shaking his head, he handed Suki a plate with some of the best smelling food that had ever been cooked up in their kitchen, “Be nice.” He chided.
Rolling his eyes, the crimson-eyed boy plopped down at the table and stuck his tongue out, “That is my nice.” He reminded the other one. Kali was about to agree with the statement, seeing as how Suki didn’t get that much nicer when it came to people that weren’t Ai, but was cut off by the sound of food being inhaled. He shot a glance to his older brother, who in no way acted as such, who was doing just that. Kali wasn’t even sure the hungry boy was using his fork to shove the food in his mouth at incomprehensible speeds. Then again, he wasn’t sure how all of this was occurring without the elder choking on a piece of chicken or having food fly everywhere- not that Suki would allow one morsel of good cooking to escape his plate. Shaking his head once more, as he often did around the other boy, Kali walked into the orphanage’s living room, passing by yet another resident.
This boy had short white hair and silvery-white eyes, much the color of Kali’s hair, and while his features might be light, his attitude was anything but. His gaze darted to the side as their shoulders brushed and his eyes narrowed. The taller (by only an inch or two) one visibly flinched under the other’s seemingly smoldering stare, though he did much more than that when a hand shot out and wrapped around his throat, easily pinning him to the nearby wall. A small whimper escaped the older one’s throat as he gasped lightly and grabbed the other boy’s wrist in attempt to stop him from squeezing the air out of him. Though, the violent one could do just that, and Kali would do little to stop him. In keeping with the ‘opposite twin’ trend, Kali’s attitude was the exact opposite of his brother’s. While Suki would have beat the shit out of someone for attacking him, the younger one simply let it happen, being the good-natured boy he was. He rarely fought for a number of reasons, but the most predominate one being that he simply disliked fighting and violence, and also knew that rebelling against this certain boy’s actions would land him in the hospital, as it had done quite a few times.
The azure-eyed boy felt the familiar wave of unconsciousness hit him like a ton of bricks, and knew what would happen- the same thing that had happened many times before. He’d pass out, of course, and awake in either his own room with fresh bruises or the aggressive boy’s room, chained to the bed and naked. What happened from there could only be left up to the imagination because Kali would never speak a word of it. Not because he was ever threatened to keep quiet, but simply because he didn’t want to cause any problems. Of course, the other boy, Zion, knew this, and used it to his advantage to do whatever he pleased to the boy with the security that no one would find out. Of course, it was obvious with public displays like this where the bruises came from (nearly everyone had bruises from such meetings with him), but he doubted anyone knew the full story of what went on.
Kali was just about to give in to the temporary comfort of sleep when a soft voice halted all actions. “Zion…” Someone nearby said in a both disapproving and warning voice.
An impatient and annoyed sigh was let out as the half-passed out boy was dropped to the floor, “Whatever.” He muttered and gave the ruffled boy one more glare before turning and continuing on his way into the kitchen.
After a few moments, Kali was aware enough of his surroundings to realize he hadn’t fully blacked out, and knew of only a few people that could keep Zion from going through with what he started. Glancing up to his savior, his suspicions were confirmed as a young boy smiled back at him, sadly. The youngest of the household bent down next to the silver-haired boy and traced his fingers lightly over his cheek, “Are you okay?” He asked in a soft-spoken voice, concern lacing his words. Everything about Xi was gentle and soft. From his attitude to his features: short light blue hair, his bangs falling into his eyes, which were an even lighter, clearer blue color, almost a reflective blue that echoed other’s emotions instead of his own. He also happened to be Zion’s best friend, for reasons unknown to nearly everyone other than Zion himself, Xi included. This small fact was the reason that he was one of the five Zion listened to.
“I’m fine.” Kali assured the kind one. He closed his eyes as arms wrapped around his shoulders and leaned his head against the younger boy’s.
“You always say that,” Xi pointed out, “but are you really?”
“Of course I am.” The quick response came, almost an automatic one. Kali had grown accustomed to assuring and reassuring everyone he was completely fine, in hopes of not worrying them. While Zion went after nearly everyone, it was commonly known that the blue-eyed boy was his favorite toy, as Zion called them. Of course, he constantly saying he was fine made everyone worry all the more, but they never said anything other than on occasions that he ended up seriously hurt. That never happened, usually, unless he fought back against Zion, either verbally or physically, though.
Knowing how stubborn the older one could be, Xi sighed slightly and conceded, “Alright.” He said, summoning a smile up and standing, offering his hand out, which was accepted. With both now upright, a more genuine smile crossed the blue-haired boy’s face, “Thanks for dinner.” He added, before heading into the kitchen, leaving Kali to recover on his own.
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Once again, not much to comment on here, other than Zion. I know, he’s an ass, but there’s always one in the group… in this case, there’s more than one in this group, but we’ll get to those later. I *should* have the next chapter up sooner depending on if I ever get to the doctor’s (or if they ever answer their damn phone). Either way, until then, later!
Thanks to Silas, Semme, and Sekre for reviewing! (O.o…all S names, weird…)
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The school day, as any other, was too long and overly boring with lectures, assignments, more homework than anyone one person would ever need, and crappy lunch food that the dogs wouldn’t choke down if they were starving. For the majority of the student body, this was beyond true and each and every student victim to this torture knew it well and thoroughly- certainly more scrupulously than their text books or homework assignments. However, for the few that actually enjoy getting up at ridiculous hours of the morning when even the sun wasn’t ready to bid farewell to the sweet surrender of sleep and sit in hard, plastic chairs that made cement seem like a cushion all while listening to some know-it-all teacher ramble on about the highlights of World War II or what animals were carnivorous and which only munched down plants and berries (with side notes here and there about which plants and berries were poisonous to humans and why said animals could digest them), school was fine and dandy.
Suki fell in between those two categories, as most students did. Some had their favorite subjects or teachers, while others simply slept through lectures to chat with their friends during lunch and in between properly dubbed nap times. For the most popular boy (among teachers and students alike), though, none of the above criteria applied to him. He took little interest in the actual classes and found his time better spent in the bathrooms or abandoned hallways making out with his boyfriend. Somehow, he still managed to maintain the best grades in all his classes and keep himself in the teachers’ favor. Even the foul-attitude of the doctor was lightened when he was around (as long as his tongue wasn’t down Ai’s throat); though this was mostly due to the fact that said man never had to see Suki much, professionally speaking. Any other kid that participated in sports seemed to have at least three sprains, stubs, or bangs every week, landing them right in the doctor’s office. Suki, being the perfect little boy he was, never got injured, and when he did, his recovery speed was amazing- taking only a day off to heal a dislocated shoulder almost completely. Of course, everyone just chalked his great luck up to impeccable skills and grace. Whatever the reason may be (and everyone’s varied), Suki was by far the most loved boy at his school.
The fame and recognition, however, didn’t spread to his home life, if such a structure could be called a home. Suki, along with many other children, lived in a nearby orphanage, ran by his older brother and another man. As the black-haired teen approached his home, as he had come to call it, he glanced around the yard. It wasn’t a small yard by anyone’s standards, fitting for the giant house that sheltered the parentless teens. There were no children in the residence, the youngest being fourteen years ranging all the way to the oldest member of twenty-five, so the yard and hallways weren’t cluttered with toys and junk that no one really wanted. There were a few small gardens with everyone’s favorite flowers having been planted at one time or another as well as a fountain in the middle of the yard, giving it a serene feeling. A stone path marked a walkway from the dirt road up to the enclosed porch that fronted the giant house.
Out back was a courtyard-type setting with a giant pond covering more than half of the fenced in area with narrow walkways that led across it in the design of an asterisk. In between the walkways sat a giant lily pad in each section of water, which was able to be walked or sat on without sinking into the clear water. The other half met the back of the orphanage, and the wall was lined with honeysuckle as well as a few stone benches and another small garden. The entire place was surrounded by miles of woods, so noisy neighbors (or any noise at all other than the racket they made themselves, which there was plenty of) weren’t an issue.
Making his way inside, he was hit in the face with the smell of cooking. Not just any cooking, though, good cooking. Despite the number of people that lived in the house, many of them couldn’t cook to save their lives. Only seven of the countless boys could manage to make a decent meal for themselves and others, which made coming by good food difficult if they were out. Lucky enough for Suki, the perfectionist he was, he was one of the lucky seven to be blessed with culinary skills rivaled by only top chefs. Besides him, the two that ran the place (Setsuna, his older brother, and Kiyo), his twin brother (Kali), two older twins (Kalelle and Kagami), and Ai’s twin (Ayame) were the other six reliable cooks.
Suki entered the kitchen to see a boy about his height and size standing in front of the stove, turning the burners he had just used to make such wonderful aromas off. The other boy had shoulder length hair, much like the black-haired one, but his hair was a silvery-white color that shimmered with an ethereal glow. As the lighter-haired one looked up, crimson eyes met piercing blue ones that showed a friendly aura as opposed to Suki’s smoldering, flirty one. His twin brother, Kali, was certainly the more feminine (and prettier) of the two, while Suki had the sexy and seductive look down. Not that Kali couldn’t be sexy (he got his fair share of looks) and Suki couldn’t be pretty, but the two certainly had made their impression- one being pretty while the other just plain hot. It was often said that while Suki had darker, almost demon-like looks, Kali had an angelic and lighter appearance. If those that said such things only knew.
“Thank gods it’s not Faii.” The slightly older teen muttered, terrified of his second eldest brother’s cooking. The last time the blonde-haired man made dinner, three people had to have their stomachs pumped and five pots were tossed due to the bubbly, acidic (not to mention moving) ‘meal’.
The lighter-haired boy smiled faintly at the comment, trying not to laugh at the truth in his brother’s words. Shaking his head, he handed Suki a plate with some of the best smelling food that had ever been cooked up in their kitchen, “Be nice.” He chided.
Rolling his eyes, the crimson-eyed boy plopped down at the table and stuck his tongue out, “That is my nice.” He reminded the other one. Kali was about to agree with the statement, seeing as how Suki didn’t get that much nicer when it came to people that weren’t Ai, but was cut off by the sound of food being inhaled. He shot a glance to his older brother, who in no way acted as such, who was doing just that. Kali wasn’t even sure the hungry boy was using his fork to shove the food in his mouth at incomprehensible speeds. Then again, he wasn’t sure how all of this was occurring without the elder choking on a piece of chicken or having food fly everywhere- not that Suki would allow one morsel of good cooking to escape his plate. Shaking his head once more, as he often did around the other boy, Kali walked into the orphanage’s living room, passing by yet another resident.
This boy had short white hair and silvery-white eyes, much the color of Kali’s hair, and while his features might be light, his attitude was anything but. His gaze darted to the side as their shoulders brushed and his eyes narrowed. The taller (by only an inch or two) one visibly flinched under the other’s seemingly smoldering stare, though he did much more than that when a hand shot out and wrapped around his throat, easily pinning him to the nearby wall. A small whimper escaped the older one’s throat as he gasped lightly and grabbed the other boy’s wrist in attempt to stop him from squeezing the air out of him. Though, the violent one could do just that, and Kali would do little to stop him. In keeping with the ‘opposite twin’ trend, Kali’s attitude was the exact opposite of his brother’s. While Suki would have beat the shit out of someone for attacking him, the younger one simply let it happen, being the good-natured boy he was. He rarely fought for a number of reasons, but the most predominate one being that he simply disliked fighting and violence, and also knew that rebelling against this certain boy’s actions would land him in the hospital, as it had done quite a few times.
The azure-eyed boy felt the familiar wave of unconsciousness hit him like a ton of bricks, and knew what would happen- the same thing that had happened many times before. He’d pass out, of course, and awake in either his own room with fresh bruises or the aggressive boy’s room, chained to the bed and naked. What happened from there could only be left up to the imagination because Kali would never speak a word of it. Not because he was ever threatened to keep quiet, but simply because he didn’t want to cause any problems. Of course, the other boy, Zion, knew this, and used it to his advantage to do whatever he pleased to the boy with the security that no one would find out. Of course, it was obvious with public displays like this where the bruises came from (nearly everyone had bruises from such meetings with him), but he doubted anyone knew the full story of what went on.
Kali was just about to give in to the temporary comfort of sleep when a soft voice halted all actions. “Zion…” Someone nearby said in a both disapproving and warning voice.
An impatient and annoyed sigh was let out as the half-passed out boy was dropped to the floor, “Whatever.” He muttered and gave the ruffled boy one more glare before turning and continuing on his way into the kitchen.
After a few moments, Kali was aware enough of his surroundings to realize he hadn’t fully blacked out, and knew of only a few people that could keep Zion from going through with what he started. Glancing up to his savior, his suspicions were confirmed as a young boy smiled back at him, sadly. The youngest of the household bent down next to the silver-haired boy and traced his fingers lightly over his cheek, “Are you okay?” He asked in a soft-spoken voice, concern lacing his words. Everything about Xi was gentle and soft. From his attitude to his features: short light blue hair, his bangs falling into his eyes, which were an even lighter, clearer blue color, almost a reflective blue that echoed other’s emotions instead of his own. He also happened to be Zion’s best friend, for reasons unknown to nearly everyone other than Zion himself, Xi included. This small fact was the reason that he was one of the five Zion listened to.
“I’m fine.” Kali assured the kind one. He closed his eyes as arms wrapped around his shoulders and leaned his head against the younger boy’s.
“You always say that,” Xi pointed out, “but are you really?”
“Of course I am.” The quick response came, almost an automatic one. Kali had grown accustomed to assuring and reassuring everyone he was completely fine, in hopes of not worrying them. While Zion went after nearly everyone, it was commonly known that the blue-eyed boy was his favorite toy, as Zion called them. Of course, he constantly saying he was fine made everyone worry all the more, but they never said anything other than on occasions that he ended up seriously hurt. That never happened, usually, unless he fought back against Zion, either verbally or physically, though.
Knowing how stubborn the older one could be, Xi sighed slightly and conceded, “Alright.” He said, summoning a smile up and standing, offering his hand out, which was accepted. With both now upright, a more genuine smile crossed the blue-haired boy’s face, “Thanks for dinner.” He added, before heading into the kitchen, leaving Kali to recover on his own.
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Once again, not much to comment on here, other than Zion. I know, he’s an ass, but there’s always one in the group… in this case, there’s more than one in this group, but we’ll get to those later. I *should* have the next chapter up sooner depending on if I ever get to the doctor’s (or if they ever answer their damn phone). Either way, until then, later!