For the People not in teh Biju Club. You get to read my story too.
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Alone. Houkou was alone. Again. He was always alone,in that big empty house of his. No one was there to welcome him home when he walked through the door. No one.

And yet...

He felt trapped by no one. He was held a captive. But there was no one there.

His feelings,His thoughts. All built up inside him, wishing for an exit. The exit was violence. He'd trash his room,trash the kitchen. He'd clean up afterwards, only to trash it again. But it felt GOOD.

His friends....The Other Biju....They didn't know. He never said. He was laid-back and cheerful with them. But when he was alone....He was someone else.

Someone completly different.

Peeling of His favorite jacket,Houkou tossed it aside lamely. His mind was fogged tonight. For something had begun to bother him.

The fact he might not be able to be with HER.

Nekomata. Neka. The girl he had a crush on.

But not only him. No...Kaku liked her too. And their was the possibilty Houkou might lose.

And that annoyed him.

But another thought scared him.

Even if he did win againset Kaku,There was no saying He'd win againset someone else.

Kyuubi. His leader.

The thought had never scared him before, until Isonade said something STUPID.

And Houkou's annoyance grew.

And what if he did lose? What if he never got what he wanted?

He didn't know. Perhaps he'd feel more trapped in losing Neka.

He could talk to her about somethings,not everything. He couldn't tell her about his darker self.

His violent self.

The one that would reck his house and poison his mind.

No.

Quickly,suddenly, The five tails grabbed a book and hurled it at the wall.

It felt good.

He picked up other objects,throwing them,flipping things over. It all felt good.

Until....

Until something sharp bounced from the wall and hit his eye. He didn't know what it was. Nor did he care,

But the blood that came from his eye brought him back to reality.

He panicked. He was bleeding. Badly.

Quickly he grabbed a cloth,and his jacket, and rushed himself out.

He was going to the hospital.

His friends would ask what happened.

He would smile and lie.

They would believe him.

And he'd never tell them a thing.

No.

Not yet.

Life: 08/28/08 | Posted By: Hikari Mogami | 0 comments