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Help me--
Air burned through his lungs like crackling fire as short legs churned quickly in a futile sprint. The small blond clutched his stuffed elephant closer to his chest as he ran headlong toward the shrine, which he'd begun to see as a sort of sanctuary. Sagaru thought if he could just get to the shrine, he could find somewhere there to hide. He knew the place well enough.
Oh God, someone help me.
"Stupid gaijin!"
"Get back here!"
Please. Please, someone help me!
Sagaru didn't understand why he was so offensive. Mariko and other girls also carried stuffed toys all the time. He'd even seen a couple of the boys have stuffed toys. Gunta or Eiji for instance. But some of the guys didn't like how he had a stuffed elephant. Sagaru wasn't trying to stand out; he had only bought it for show-and-tell today. However, Souma and his gang locked onto it like metal filings to a magnet. No one else had a stuffed elephant. They didn't like how he had it. They didn't like a lot of things about him: his hair, how he could speak English and Japanese, or how he would read all the time.
Pale fingers brushing against the heavy wooden shrine door, Sagaru shoved hard and darted in. He skidded to a stop as he tried desperately to remember what niches there were, feeling dizzy as the air burned in his chest like smoke, rising out of him too quickly. Fatigue made Sagaru sway. He was running on gas fumes, having not eaten in the morning and losing his lunch when Souma had knocked it to the ground before coming after him.
Pressing a clammy hand to his sweat dampened hair, Sagaru hesitated for a second before first running to hide Sir Stinky, his stuffed elephant, with the books he'd left at the shrine. He didn't want Souma or his gang to get their hands on the gift from his uncle, even if they got their hands on him. Sagaru held no doubts that Souma would rip it the shreds.
Figuring out where he could hide after securing his toy, Sagaru only took a few steps before a hard grip yanked his right shoulder back and threw him against the nearest wall.
"Why'd you run, Hakuba," sneered the thin Japanese boy leading a group of four to five boys. "When your senpai told you to stand still?" Souma shoved Sagaru back into the wall.
"Just looking at you pisses me off!" snapped Kunio, Sounma's best friend. The stout boy cuffed Sagaru viciously on the head.
Face snapping to the side, Sagaru bit his bottom lip hard and said nothing, knowing speaking up would just make them more angry and mean.
"Cat got your tongue, Hakuba? You're such a girl! Carrying that stuffed toy, running hysterically, having hair like that--" Sounma yanked on a fistful of Sagaru's gold hair. Sagaru winced, raising a hand to push Souma off. "Where's that stupid, ugly toy anyway? You shouldn't have a toy like that at your age, and you're a boy!" The guys broke into jeering laughter.
"Then again," piped up a short boy toward the back, "He is a gaijin, maybe they're supposed to be all wussy and girly." They snickered.
"Well, Hakuba, is it true? Are you supposed to be turn your feet inwards and be all cutesy-shy too?" taunted Souma, dropping his hand from Sagaru's hair and grabbing a thin wrist. He yanked harshly on Sagaru's arm, forcing him to stumble forward, and swept his leg across Sagaru's ankles. Sagaru tripped to the ground, nearly dislocating his arm, as Souma hadn't let go of his wrist. "You're such a freak!" He gave Sagaru's side a savage kick, squeezing Sagaru's wrist with enough bruising force that the small blond could feel his bones grind together. Souma threw something hard at Sagaru's chest. "This is what you should carry around--"
Turning his head a little, Sagaru made out the rag doll next to him. It was a cute caricature of a white rabbit.
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Help me--
Air burned through his lungs like crackling fire as short legs churned quickly in a futile sprint. The small blond clutched his stuffed elephant closer to his chest as he ran headlong toward the shrine, which he'd begun to see as a sort of sanctuary. Sagaru thought if he could just get to the shrine, he could find somewhere there to hide. He knew the place well enough.
Oh God, someone help me.
"Stupid gaijin!"
"Get back here!"
Please. Please, someone help me!
Sagaru didn't understand why he was so offensive. Mariko and other girls also carried stuffed toys all the time. He'd even seen a couple of the boys have stuffed toys. Gunta or Eiji for instance. But some of the guys didn't like how he had a stuffed elephant. Sagaru wasn't trying to stand out; he had only bought it for show-and-tell today. However, Souma and his gang locked onto it like metal filings to a magnet. No one else had a stuffed elephant. They didn't like how he had it. They didn't like a lot of things about him: his hair, how he could speak English and Japanese, or how he would read all the time.
Pale fingers brushing against the heavy wooden shrine door, Sagaru shoved hard and darted in. He skidded to a stop as he tried desperately to remember what niches there were, feeling dizzy as the air burned in his chest like smoke, rising out of him too quickly. Fatigue made Sagaru sway. He was running on gas fumes, having not eaten in the morning and losing his lunch when Souma had knocked it to the ground before coming after him.
Pressing a clammy hand to his sweat dampened hair, Sagaru hesitated for a second before first running to hide Sir Stinky, his stuffed elephant, with the books he'd left at the shrine. He didn't want Souma or his gang to get their hands on the gift from his uncle, even if they got their hands on him. Sagaru held no doubts that Souma would rip it the shreds.
Figuring out where he could hide after securing his toy, Sagaru only took a few steps before a hard grip yanked his right shoulder back and threw him against the nearest wall.
"Why'd you run, Hakuba," sneered the thin Japanese boy leading a group of four to five boys. "When your senpai told you to stand still?" Souma shoved Sagaru back into the wall.
"Just looking at you pisses me off!" snapped Kunio, Sounma's best friend. The stout boy cuffed Sagaru viciously on the head.
Face snapping to the side, Sagaru bit his bottom lip hard and said nothing, knowing speaking up would just make them more angry and mean.
"Cat got your tongue, Hakuba? You're such a girl! Carrying that stuffed toy, running hysterically, having hair like that--" Sounma yanked on a fistful of Sagaru's gold hair. Sagaru winced, raising a hand to push Souma off. "Where's that stupid, ugly toy anyway? You shouldn't have a toy like that at your age, and you're a boy!" The guys broke into jeering laughter.
"Then again," piped up a short boy toward the back, "He is a gaijin, maybe they're supposed to be all wussy and girly." They snickered.
"Well, Hakuba, is it true? Are you supposed to be turn your feet inwards and be all cutesy-shy too?" taunted Souma, dropping his hand from Sagaru's hair and grabbing a thin wrist. He yanked harshly on Sagaru's arm, forcing him to stumble forward, and swept his leg across Sagaru's ankles. Sagaru tripped to the ground, nearly dislocating his arm, as Souma hadn't let go of his wrist. "You're such a freak!" He gave Sagaru's side a savage kick, squeezing Sagaru's wrist with enough bruising force that the small blond could feel his bones grind together. Souma threw something hard at Sagaru's chest. "This is what you should carry around--"
Turning his head a little, Sagaru made out the rag doll next to him. It was a cute caricature of a white rabbit.