Post by Platinum on Feb 16, 2010 14:54:40 GMT -8
Ryuzaki sighed and played with his sunglasses as his parents discussed issues in the other room. Something about his grades, apparently they had come in and his father was not happy about them. No one could accuse Ryuzaki of being overly smart, though he did had Arata blood and all Arata's had a stroke of insane genious in them, it was hard to tell if Ryuzaki had that. Maybe he just hid it, we'll never know, but it most certianly didn't reflect in his grades. He lied about homework, didn't try on tests, slept in class, and he never paid any attention when he was awake, either. However, Ryuzaki had just dug his own grave. If he cared or not, was a completely different story all together. One that we will now share apart of.
Ryuzaki was an unhappy kid. Sure, at least he had a loving home, some friends, a good school. But that was only the outside appearances. His real mother, he considered to be a good-for-nothing wh*re. He and his father never got along, the mother he lived with could get just plain annoying and was always jabbering on about this or that, always appologizing. He and his father, once a month turned into gaint wolves and the process was so painful Ryuzaki just wanted to scream until it was over. Ryuzaki wasn't exactly the best person in the world. He went out boozing with friends on the weekend and often come back with blood shot eyes and smelling like beer. Thankfully this didn't happen too often and ussually he would come up with a story like some bum threw and open beer at him while he was out walking around. He was never drunk when he got home so all was good.
With a sigh, Ryuzaki got up and placed his sunglasses on the neck of his shirt and wondered into the other room were his parents were still talking.
"Yo. You two done yet?" He asked, his words coming out a bit more snappish then he meant for them to. He turned around a kitchen chair and seated himself on it backwards, resting his chin against the back of the chair.
"You've been talking for like, a million years." He said with a roll of his emerald green eyes, a beautiful combination with his pale skin and orange hair. "I'm seriously bored. Can I go over to Chi's house if you guy are gonna be discussin' stupid crap all night?" He asked, Chi being Chiasa, of course.
((I tried. >.<))
Ryuzaki was an unhappy kid. Sure, at least he had a loving home, some friends, a good school. But that was only the outside appearances. His real mother, he considered to be a good-for-nothing wh*re. He and his father never got along, the mother he lived with could get just plain annoying and was always jabbering on about this or that, always appologizing. He and his father, once a month turned into gaint wolves and the process was so painful Ryuzaki just wanted to scream until it was over. Ryuzaki wasn't exactly the best person in the world. He went out boozing with friends on the weekend and often come back with blood shot eyes and smelling like beer. Thankfully this didn't happen too often and ussually he would come up with a story like some bum threw and open beer at him while he was out walking around. He was never drunk when he got home so all was good.
With a sigh, Ryuzaki got up and placed his sunglasses on the neck of his shirt and wondered into the other room were his parents were still talking.
"Yo. You two done yet?" He asked, his words coming out a bit more snappish then he meant for them to. He turned around a kitchen chair and seated himself on it backwards, resting his chin against the back of the chair.
"You've been talking for like, a million years." He said with a roll of his emerald green eyes, a beautiful combination with his pale skin and orange hair. "I'm seriously bored. Can I go over to Chi's house if you guy are gonna be discussin' stupid crap all night?" He asked, Chi being Chiasa, of course.
((I tried. >.<))