If I'm Wrong, There's No Such Thing As Right[CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING]

Chapter 2: Introducing Kiku Honda

WARNING: This chapter will have cursing! And uh... "controversial" content. (self harm, really). Read if you wish, but it's at your own risk!

Kiku sat behind his tree, listening to his beloved's conversation. It was a good thing he took her ruler off her desk the other night, or else he might not have gotten a good opportunity to speak with her today.

"Oh, apparently I forgot my ruler, so Honda over there was generous enough to return it."

Oh, she's so cute! With the voice of an angel as well. You don't have to call me Honda darling, that's much to proper for a couple. So adorable!

Kiku reached into his backpacks and pulled out on of his pictures of Melody. He'd have to add the one he took this morning to his collection later.

   "Aishite imasu, Mel-chan." Of course, he wasn't just imagining things, because she made it obvious she loved him too! Every single time he got first place, she'd always smile and congratulate him. Ok, so he only joined those things to be close to her, but he's just keeping an eye on her. He wouldn't want her getting hurt! Or even worse, what if someone tries to confess feelings to her?! He gritted his teeth at the very thought, and his breath became more ragged. Of course, nobody would be foolish enough to try something like that, right? After all, it was so very obvious that Melody was his, right? Of course it was! If one of these bastards even tried something like that, he would destroy them. She was HIS! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine-

"That reminds me. Mel, don't you think that Honda kid is a little unnerving?"

What was that? Unnerving? He listened on very closely, not wanting to miss a single syllable.

"Anyway, I mean how every single club you've every been in since the beginning of the year, he's been apart of?"

Well of course I was. How else can I keep tabs on her? It makes perfect sense!

"Or maybe how he's a genius, cute, and everybody wants to be his friend, yet you always see him by himself?"

Why would I want to spend time with anyone else other than Mel-chan? It's just improper! How dare that bitch talk shit about me? It's probably because she's jealous. Yes, that must be it. She just wants Mel-chan all to herself, like the greedy little whore she is! Kiku's usually stoic expression was now twisted with rage. He was fuming. I hate her! She should just die in a fire, just like how the others did!

BRRING!

Just then, the bell rung, snapping Kiku out of his thoughts, his expression returned to its normal state. No, that wouldn't do at all. That blonde bimbo had to die, and he had a couple of ideas.

"Maybe, but it's still weird if ya ask me."

Nobody did.

"Anyway, I gotta go or I'll be late for LA with Miss Stapleton. She's a mean cookie!" He shook with anger as a nearby pigeon hopped over. Kiku glared at it as it curiously cocked its head to the side. Snatching it up before it could fly away, he crushed both of its grey wings, tossing it around a bit before finally snapping its neck. It lifeless body laid in his hands, a feeling somewhat better, he stuffed it in the whole of the tree behind him.

Don't believe her my love! She'll die if you do...

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Kiku silently walked home with Melody. Well, she didn't actually know he was present, but he believed she was just ignoring him because of what that "blonde cow"put in her head. He followed her all the way up to her street, then waited until she was inside her home before he stood in her driveway. Silly girl, she forgot to lock the door again. He looked around the empty driveway. Oh, are your parents on another business trip? You must be so lonely.

He yelled out a quick "aishite imasu" and began his journey to his own house. Considering he lived in an entirely different place on the other side of town, it took him about two miles to get there, not that he minded. Finally getting there, he walked up the steps to the complex, unlocked the door, and walked in. His apartment was a reasonable size, payed for as a part of his scholarship. It had one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a small living area.

   "I'm home!" he called out. But nobody was there to acknowledge him. Of course, there was never anybody there to greet him. And he hated it. He threw his backpack into a nearby corner, seeing as homework was the least of his troubles right now. He then went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Checking to see if it was sharp enough, he gently glided it against his arm, the blade leaving a trail of red in its wake.

Yes, this would do nicely.

He walked over to his room, locking the door behind him as if someone would be foolish enough to intrude. He found a nice, smooth, clean section of the eggshell white wall and got on his knees. Talking a deep breath, he jammed the knife into the wall and went upward. He left a long slice throughout the drywall before taking it out, and ramming the blade in a different spot.

  "You're not supposed to draw on the walls. You're going to get....in trouble. Ha, ha, ha," he muttered as he repeatedly repeated the action until he was satisfied. He looked up at his work, realizing he had carved the word "die" in the wall at least ten times. When he decided that was enough, he discarded the knife, dropping it by his side. He stayed there, slumped over for a second, twitching his eye and sporting a grimace. Finally, he got off his knees, brushed himself off, and banged his head into the wall.

  "Well what in the hell am I supposed to do about her? God damnit!" he fumed. Suddenly, a loud ringing rung throughout his head. It was as if he was a speaker, and it just wouldn't go away.

 "Uh.... I hate that song!" he groaned, pulling at his hair. "It's so stupid! Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-"

DING DONG!

The doorbell rang, interrupting Kiku from his violent session.

  "Mother?" he blurted out from his thoughts, instantly regretting it. He slowly walked over to the door as it rang again.

  "Patience!" he whined as he finally reached the door. Opening it only a crack, he allowed just one coffee brown eye to be seen from outside of his apartment.

   "Kon'nichiwa. How may I help you?" he calmly asked.

   "Hi, are you Kiku Honda? I mean... Honda Kiku?" a short girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes asked. Her looks reminded him of that blonde bitch, which irritated him to no end.

  "Yes. And Kiku Honda is fine. This isn't Japan," he snapped, absolutely intending to sound as rude as he did. This seemed to make the girl nervous, as she began tripping over her own words.

  "Oh, I'm so sorry. I did mean to offend you! I- I mean I DIDN'T mean to offend you. I'm just..." she began to ramble on and on, and Kiku was just about to slam the door in her face when he noticed what was in her hand.

   "Is that mine?" he asked, opening the door a bit wider so now half of his face was visible.

  "Oh, um...yes. You left this behind in Mr-" Kiku never got to hear the rest of her sentence as he quickly snatched the book and slammed the door in her face. He could hear her yell something as he walked away and went back into his room, closing the door softly behind him. He shuffled over to the bed and flopped down on it. Facing the wall he mutilated, he shuddered and turned around.

   "What a disturbing sight. I'm definitely going to have to cover that up, tomorrow," he yawned as he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep....

Kiku!

Kiku!

KIKU HELP ME!

Kiku screamed as he woke up from his nightmare, dripping with sweat and shaking. It was the same dream, the ONLY dream, he's been having for years. And he couldn't stand it. Breaking down into sobs, he put his pillow up to his face hoping it could suffocate him. This is how he'd spend the rest of his night.

A/N: when I originally posted chapter two, it had an almost completely different plot, but I realized it didn't really introduce his personality. As you can see, I intended to not only make him seem not wrapped tight, but not really wrapped up at all. Tell me how I did, ok? Thanks for reading!
side note: shina=die.
Add on: Gosh, I just keep editing this, huh? This is like the third time today.