Inscriptions from the Heart

“There is one thing I’d like to know. I’m just sorta wondering why you call Kuro trash sometimes. Just seems a little mean, maybe." Dasai’s strong shoulders were emphasized in the muscle shirt he wore. Those muscles moved into a shrug. Hopeful understanding lit Kuro’s eyes, “fine, you get the winning point.” With a chuckle, Emmett shook his head, “only Kuro would hear something so positive in that.”

His gaze turned sad as he leaned a little further out. The palms of his hands held to the edge. The strength in his arms held him up as he scooched a little further over the edge. It wasn’t that he wanted the pain. But that was sort of the point.

“It would just be helpful to understand the perspective of a bully.” “To understand them, or to understand why it happened to you?” “Dasai!” “You want the perspective of a bully, why don’t you just ask him?” “Dasai’s not a bully,” Kuro was reactive to this statement, shocking the entire group! “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand his approach. But you should understand that he’s nothing like them. A bully takes their pain and puts it on others. What Bryson and Silas do… they enjoy it. And they find creative ways of doing those bad things. The path they’re on, is only going to lead to someone dying. I don’t know how to stop that.”

“K-Kuro was helping me, that’s all. Two big guys were pushing me and he stepped in. He just wanted to be sure that I was okay if I found myself alone. That’s why he wrote his number.” “Two guys?” Dasai questioned him. Kuro winced. Emmett groaned, “you didn’t!” Kuro’s voice was timid, “no one else was helping.” “That’s strike three, trash,” the threat came across low and cold.