#thread: seto }

[abdemus]

.brother of mine } event

To be hated was a horrible thing.

It was much worse when one knew full well that they deserved to be hated, yet all the same it was too painful to be on the receiving end. Vivid images had illustrated her as as unforgivable, as a selfish individual that cared little for the feelings of those whom she should have clung onto with all her strength. The verbal lashing could be considered worse than the physical beatings that'd been a constant, her inconsideration not one without a good reason, but still wrong all the same.

It wasn't as though she understood any of this, these glimpses into a life that was not her own. Still, she acted upon them as naturally as if they were the life she currently lived, guilt encompassing her and causing her to act rashly, a controlled response cast aside in favor of one that was undoubtedly as sincere as it was hasty. The receiver of this outburst of remorse was sure to be befuddled, but that did not matter.

She just couldn't be hated, not by him.

"I - I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you -- that's .. that's .. not true, but! You know I didn't like hurting you, right!?" Speaking what was surely nonsense, the distressed apology sounded nonetheless. Hands made to grip at the other's shirt, but almost as if burned did she stop when digits brushed the fabric as touching him had only ever brought him pain. Shame quickly intermingled with the desperation on display. "It wasn't you at fault, it was me! I was the one that couldn't change so I took it out on you. I should've never -- Seto, I'm sorry!"

[abdemus]

.be a man } closed

A reign of juvenile tyranny was what the school had once suffered from, the whole of the student body beneath a single man's thumb. It had been inexcusable on arrival, actions taken to amend the detestable situation and make the place of learning one that could actually be enjoyed. Unfortunately, not all could be fixed in such a clear cut manner, new victims selected on a daily basis and subjected to unjustifiable bullying. It was not something that could be tolerated and one by one had she freed those individuals, but a specific one had endured this far longer than any other.

A close friend of one of her own friends, quite frankly it was difficult to digest that someone of such importance in Mary's life underwent this cruel treatment. Assured that it was nothing to fret over, it was viewed much differently from her perspective: no act that induced fear was forgivable. Emboldening the male into defending himself was possible considering he most certainty had the means and simply lacked the courage. Reputation never ceased in preceding her though, the violent front taken up in order to contain Kuroha's movements always creating an atmosphere with perceivable tension.

It would make it difficult for what she wished to do to be taken in all seriousness and not seen as a new ploy in order to obtain a new punching bag. Still, she had to try. It was for that that she had called the boy out.

"You're ... Kousuke, right? Mary's friend, the .. animal enthusiast. I've got the right guy, hn?" Absolutely certain about the questioned identity, it'd been an excuse to dissuade any beliefs about this being a set up. Trust could be garnered by using Mary's name, or so she strongly hoped. "There's something I need to discuss with you. This way." Tucking her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt, the Yankee took towards the back of the school. If he'd actually obediently follow after her was anyone's guess.