Colourful
Title: Colourful Request: no Couple: Draken x Reader Word Count: 1.034 Summary: you live by yourself and will do what it takes to survive, but Draken starts to mess up your plans A/N: as promised, Draken's serie is here! It's just a small part though
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You live pretty much on your own. Your mother is a junkie who only shows up to pay rent and sometimes not even it. You don't give a shit about her anymore.
Everyday you need to worry if you can afford the next meal, the next rent and the next school payment. You also beg the gods to not let you get sick because you know there will be no one to take care of you. You even thought about doing some minor crime just to end up in juvie and don't have to worry about your next meal anymore.
Next meal, yeah. Think about that right now. You can't eat with your classmates at school or you will have to explain why the hell you only brought rice today. They would pretend to care and make fun of you behind your back. You have no friends there. You have no time for friends.
"It's time to go home, little artist" your art teacher asks you when he sees you are the only one still aroun "Can you clean the class?".
"Sure, but I saw two of the spray cans are missing. The black and the green one" you were already starting. The art class is your hideout, you need to keep it clean.
"Must have been one of those delinquents" the teacher sighs "I will bring some more. Hope it wasn't Mikey, though".
He leaves the classroom. You know where the spray cans are, but you also know the school delinquents will always be the ones blammed for things like that. You can't worry about them, you have to look out for yourself. That's why you always get things from school: first aid products from nursery, cleaning products from the janitor's closet and expensive art supplies to resell.
But the spray cans are not for money. As your teacher says you really are an artist. A furious one going berserk every night. You are also a thief, even though you don't like to think about it as theft. You only take what you know no one will care much about and just what you need to live your life. Food, clothes, school suplies and sometimes even books or some money.
"Are you in charge of the art room?" you know the boy talking with you. People call him Draken and he's one of the most feared delinquents at school.
"Just cleaning today".
"Do you mind if we look around?" he asks while another boy was already entering the room. That was Mikey.
"Go on, already finished" you start taking your thing to leave, but curiosity speaks louder "are you guys looking for something?".
"Someone lost two spray cans and the teacher said it was us" Mikey was sitting down with a sleepy face "I don't give a fuck, but we're no thieves".
"I can will help. I know this place better than you guys" you sigh.
You may be a thief, but you are not a bad person. You will not let them get in trouble for something you did. You pretended to be looking around the class with Draken while Mikey was asleep. Without him knowing it you guided him to the spray cans still hiden in the class.
"Can you come with me?" Draken has both the black and the green cans on his hand.
"Where? Why?"
"To the teachers' room. I need you so they don't think I'm lying when I tell them we found the cans"
"You have the cans, they will believe you"
"They won't. They will say we got scared they found out we stole them".
"But you didn't, did you?" you are tired. You have no time for this game. You need to go home.
"No! We don't do this kind of things" Draken is offended by the mere suggestion.
"Fine, I go with you. What about Mikey?"
"I'll wake him up after we solve this".
"I have to lock the room".
"It won't take long".
You end up accepting. Maybe this way things go faster. You were the one explaining about the spray cans you and Draken found at class. The art teacher buys your story as well as Draken did. Heading back to the art room you see Draken waking Mikey up and the two leave without even thanking you. You regret doind what you did, but not to much. Even you have some honor inside. Buried down, yes, but you do have it.
Leaving the school and getting home you look around your house. You live in a small apartment over a shop in Shibuya. It's noisy, there's mold on most walls and there are some days you don't even have electricity. It sucks, but you do your best for yourself. Shaking the last spray paint you see it's already half empty. It's more than enough for tonight, but you wanted that green and black paints so much.
You are wearing a mask over your face and loose clothes all in black. Walking around Shibuya you find a perfect wall. There are some shop's catalog, some brothels flyers and old cursing words. You shake your spray paint and start. In the end you are way more calm and less angry about the world. You read your own words on the wall "rebel and destroy".
"That's kinda cool, but you shouldn't- HEY, I'M TALKING" it was Draken, but you didn't stay to hear the rest of what he was saying.
As you run Draken chases you to an alley. You climbed into a car and jumped to the other side of the wall. Draken could have followed you, but he didn't. Neither of you knew why he was chasing you. Maybe it's the same as the dogs. When you run, they chase. You didn't go home yet, you have a fun plan to mess with Draken. First he makes you stay at school more than planned and now he chases you? You were angry while drawing on a wall on the way to school.
A well made ugly caricature of Draken. You paid special attention on his tatoo so everyone could see it was him. Now just wait for the next day at school.