Hypocritical
Shitty
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"Sucks, they're just a bunch of cowardly creatures!"
"Ftt! Isn't the only coward here you're my cousin??"
BRACKET!
"Shut up!" I snorted, throwing the bag on my back as Fian's mocking voice rang out. The girl who was much younger for several months was curled up, she assessed—from toe to head before returning to laughing.
"Pathetic!" he said again, so loud. No wonder my savage cousin was able to open freely because of the appearance I displayed. Scuffed clothes and a face full of bruises, who can stand it? I was eleven twelve like a clown with his red nose.
"Why don't you fight them Liam?! Ah I know—!"
He started again.
"Because you can't afford it! BHWAHAHA!"
Tch! It's noisy!
"That's you!" grunting, annoyed. Why does this girl visit my apartment every day?! He must have been kicked out again by uncle for making a mess. Ignoring Fian, I chose to step inside the room.
Plunge yourself in bed.
Bugh~
Today was a tiring day, again I bullied them. The disgusting got rats who don't know how to use the brain; easier to hit than to think—nonsense.
"It sucks!" my screams on the pillow.
"Argh–!"
The pain all over the body came back, damn it. Outraged by Fian earlier I forgot the fact that this body had so many wounds and foolishly acted rashly.
Even though it is very comfortable to be face down on the bed, inevitably I get back up. Take off the uniform with the footprints everywhere. Ash's! My ribs don't break, do they? Ask my inner goddess when she sees a big bruise with a bluish tint on the chest area.
Unknowingly, my hand was raised— touched the object slowly to cause a tremendous pain sensation.
"Tch!"
Damnit damnit! This is fucking real shit!
"DWEN!" I screamed, very loud. Waiting for the girl to come.
Taps! Taps! Taps!
The footsteps rang out from a distance, it didn't take long for the figure I called to finally appear. Her breathing looks messed up— obviously Fian ran to my room.
"Hosh... hosh... What's up Liam?" ask him, stepping in while trying to regulate breathing.
I showed me the wounds all over my body, as if I understood what I meant the girl was moving straight to the study table; looking for the P3K box that was always not far from there. The look on his face was different from before, obediently my annoying cousin took care of all the wounds in this thin body.
She then said—
I heard laughing.
"Where was the face mocking you my cousin?"
Fian did not answer, he chose to bandage gaping wounds on my body rather than to serve the words of his beloved cousin. I know Fian himself did not mean to mock this weak me, either, he was just trying to get me to stay strong and hoping that I would change with the ridicule he said even though it actually sounded pointless.
Because she shut her mouth shut, I followed what that shitty girl was doing. Silence in silence and only pay attention to the movements of Fian's hands that seem increasingly busy dealing with each wound.
Long enough for my cousin to finally finish, this whole pitiful body was already covered by bandages and wound pellets. Time to move to the area of the face, he took another bottle containing alcohol cleaning wounds and new cotton— asked me a little down so that he could be easier in treating my wounds.
"Well! Scary.." suddenly he commented. I know, my face must be really swollen right now. Ignoring that, I pinched Fian—'s thigh asking her to stay focused on taking care of me.
"I'm serious Liam, if you keep leaving this your skull bone will be destroyed." He went back to the initial discussion, just as the days before Fian must have tried to persuade me to ask his father for help which was none other than my own uncle.
I who did not want to trouble uncle rejected the proposal.
It was fortunate that the man wanted to be my guardian. So I try not to do much behavior, just his son who became a troublemaker.
"Come on Fian, stop talking about it." I complained, more fed up with having the same conversation every day. Sounded this girl beside me sighs long, she must also be tired—in reprimanding me.
Not wanting to comment any longer, after doing his job Fian tidying up all P3K equipment. The girl then moved, walked to the study table and put the box back where it was.
"I've made food for you in the kitchen." he said suddenly. I looked up, saw the girl's back she was still standing there. Fian's gaze seemed to be fixated on an object on the table.
"Thanks.." I said quickly. Tried to stand up from the lip of the bed but was restrained when Fian asked a question.
"Whose is this?" he asked, showing an object neatly folded to form a rectangle. My head turned, watching what was attracting interest from my cousin to ask.
A handkerchief.
A quick look at what happened a week ago suddenly came to mind. Without me noticing my face slowly heating up, this shameful—ini is embarrassing. Each time I remember the face of the girl named Rea, my heart rate will always increase 2 times more than usual.
Perhaps due to seeing the unusual facial changes, Fian's mischievous smile appeared. He moved closer to me quickly, showing me the handkerchief while asking—
"What is this?! You're blushing because of this?" with a really seductive tone. The question made me turn my face. Trying not to care, I tried to push him slowly— went from there even though I knew that Fian was still trying to follow me unless I gave him an answer.
"Is this from someone?" Again, I care about hearing.
Climb into the kitchen, letting Fian follow me behind while making a rave about the origin of the handkerchief.
Sret—!
I pull a bench in the kitchen, ready to devour the food that has been served on the table there. Thank you to my cousin and let's just ignore him.
Fian will be tired by himself at least before I see him threatening me with the handkerchief.
Brak!
"Fians!" I reprimanded, seconds before this annoying girl burned that thing on a stove.
"Tell me." he said firmly, with a forced smile.
"Oh!" I heard a grunt, rotated my eyes and threw my back on the chair and said.
"Yes!" to make him satisfied.
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