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Post by lucius on Dec 6, 2012 23:25:24 GMT -8
 LUCIUSeight | male | player | courage/pride | tomoki himiThe CharacterNo more.
No more.
Tomoki had always asked: what did he do to deserve this? It wasn't just him. Even those around him have to bear the jeering and shoving, the smirks and the malicious thoughts. The guidance counselor had repeatedly told them that "they're harmless if you ignore it." The audacity to preach with that claim to their wet faces. He grew tired of it. The only fuel left for him was anger.
He had been through the same school since elementary, through the situations worsening every year. The tense look of students sent his way as his anxious parents march to the office, the offenders waiting. Satisfaction was the reward but vengeance taught no values. Confession brought no shame to the act; only shame for being caught.
"He makes me do his homework!"
The denial was quick. "I DO NOT!"
There was no question of Tomoki's credibility. "He's a sweet, young boy," his mother would vouch. "He openly tells to me and his father about this. His friends would share it with us too, so we contacted their families. They should be concerned..."
Triumphant, victorious: another cause for celebration. Ice cream, desserts: a round of cheerful treats and exuberant Christmas meal. Happiness, spite: they seemed to go hand-in-hand.
But rules, as it turned out, changed over time. Tomoki noticed this when he was thirteen and the teacher, exasperated with the chorus of complains, let out: Deal with it yourselves! You're old enough to do it on your own!
Something fleeting twisted in his stomach. It was strange. Everyone else looked normal. His grip on his phone tightened without his notice.
It haunted him a year later though not in the same, exact words. He didn't recall that trivial scene in the classroom or even recall when he first experienced it.
His father, more tired and less smiling each year, paid more notice to the bills on the table than Tomoki's story.
With a sigh Tomoki had never paid much attention to, his father said, "Tomo-kun, can't you take care of it on your own? I'm sure if you just talk to your homeroom teacher..."
He was lost for words. Weren't parents supposed to be concerned for the problems of their children?
He had retreated to his room in shock. His parents didn't love him anymore.
He pulled into withdrawal. It wasn't without the occasional treat of new gadgets did he smile back again. He brought them at school, made sure they were jealous. He shared it to his friends, made sure they were happy.
Go kill yourself
The message stared at him from the screen. Not from his phone but from another one's.
He was a friend, a dear good friend since elementary. Back in those days when he had none and he decided to make one. One of the finest choices he made in life, one of the many that had soon been taken away from him. Because he hadn't been strong enough to stop it, to stop them.
No more. He was tired of these horrible people, of the inaction to this continuing evil. He heard they played Digimon Online, a virtual reality game where everything seemed real...
He smiled. In a moment, he saw himself at the mirror and didn't recognize himself. He preferred that reflection, wished he was the boy at the other side of the mirror.
He made them taste pain, humiliation, defeat. It had been easy to find them. Even online, they were monsters.
But things were different. There, he had power of his own.
Let the retribution begin.
The RPername tanz
face claim digimon frontier, tomoki himi
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