The Love of a Father {Private - Kazuhiro}

Humiliation barely scratched the surface on the emotional state Lucius felt after being beaten upon. Of course, he wasn't a fighter, but that didn't stop him from running his mouth off. Yet, people forget that sometimes one doesn't need to be tough to win a fight. All it takes is for one to have the more cards to pull... That orange hair freak might have won the battle, but he wouldn't win the war. Picking up what was left of his pride, he left for the schools nurse explaining how he accidentally got hurt while out in the city after all, he didn't need the school getting involved. No, if he wanted true vengeance, then he needed to keep the school in the dark. Luckily for him, the only thing that was worse, then his shattered pride was a broken nose along with some swelling around the mouth & his eyes.

Once fixed up, Lucius wasted no time in calling his father to tell him the accident that had happened on campus. Acting like a pure, innocent angel every word he spoke was believed with full trust from his father. Like a loyal follower to a religion, his father never questioned Lucius. Instead, the conversation was kept brief with the explanation that the orange hair fellow would be dealt with. Pleased with the outcome, Lucius had wandered back into the dorms were he spent a majority of his time not wanting to be pointed out among the crowd for his wounds.

Of course, that had happened a while back ago. The past was now behind him as he wandered the city in a skirt considering it was the only thing he had cleaned at the moment along with a sweater after all, he didn't have any short sleeved shirts that went with the skirt... In all honesty, he much rather sweat a little, then have a terrible outfit. Hair still covering his silver eyes, he showed no signs of learning his lesson about keeping his mouth shut as it was running off at anyone who stopped and questioned his outfit. Keeping a light skip in his step, he walked with confidence as if he had never once got his butt beaten up by some punk kid at school.

'He's probably dead in a ditch somewhere.' Lucius thought to himself with a snide smirk. Yes, it was cruel to think of such thoughts, but the pierced weirdo had it coming to him. He should have left with his tails tucked between his legs. Perhaps he had thought those exact words after awhile. Who knows. Lucius was kept out of what happened to his tormentors and the daily abuse they went through. The only reason he knew some of what his father dished out was because of the rumors that spread like a dry forest which caught on fire due to the intensity of the temperature. The only thing he hoped for was that the next time he saw the freak of nature that he would crowd beneath his gaze.