(I hope this post is okay :] let me know if you want me to change anything, and I love the title :] )<br/><br/>The weekend, a time Sepiroth hates. He sits up slowly and gazes at the sleeping man next to him that's twice his age, feeling the bitter taste of bile in his mouth. He forces it back down and takes a deep breath, slowly getting up so he doesn't wake the man. He quickly gets dressed and tries to block the pain his thin body feels, he takes his pay and quietly walks out the hotel. He watches the cars go past and wonders how many of them have happy and loving families, tears prick his eyes but he forces them back. 'no.. this is my place..' he thinks to himself.<br/><br/>He gets home quickly, stripping as soon as he shuts the door. He darts into the shower and turns the water all the way on the cold dial. Soon he's shivering, but he doesn't move. He lets the water caress him to eradicate the filth from his body. He whispers bitterly. “I hate weekends.”<br/>...................................................................................................................<br/><br/>Sepiroth hadn't slept much, so when morning came he was feeling tired. He gets dressed in a long black dress- he's often being told about the code of dress, but ignores it- the dress overs the whole of his body from throat to feet. He slips on a pair of black gloves for added protection, not wanting to risk his bare flesh being touched. He slowly walks out his home, slinging his bag behind him. He's always being late for his classes, he's always being very unresponsive and cold towards his teachers. He knows he won't be missed if he drops out, so he rarely attends his classes. Yet today he's feeling that down that he decides to go, just to see how the normal people live.<br/><br/>Sepiroth ignored the whispers from his fellow classmates. 'freak' and 'queer' were the kinder insults they spewed at him, and sprayed on his locker. He knows that one day they're going to do something much worse then insult him, but he doesn't care. Or at least he doesn't show it, choosing to remain as aloof and flat as always. He hears voices from down one of the halls and tilts his head, listening. He hears a teatcher and a student, the teacher sounds concerned or at least inquiring. Sepiroth sighs softly, knowing that the teachers don't like him and it's really his own fault. 'if I died today,' Sepiroth reflects. 'they wouldn't care.'  he hears the sound of running and thinks nothing of it, opening his bag and rummaging through it's contents as he pulls out dog eared text books. Suddenly he sees someone running towards him like a shooting star, not looking where they're going until.. “agh!” Sepiroth yelps as they collide, and though the other person is smaller then him he's knocked to the ground. Text books fly through the air like freed birds and his bag also flies through the air, spilling it's contents.. medication for the voices in his head and his mental instability. He curses and turns his gaze to the person.<br/><br/>He blinks as the person struggles to get up and realises that his bag has landed on the person- still heavy with other things inside. “relax.” Sepiroth says flatly. “you won't catch any germs from me or my bag.” he says as he picks the bag up and gazes at his spilt medication. “tch.” he hisses, before turning back to the other boy. He's seen him around, but never took much notice. “why don't you lo-” he freezes when he sees the gash and bruises, his breath catches and he asks quietly. “are you alright? I often see you wearing glasses, can't you..” he stops his question when he realises why the other boy's getting agitated- the marks, the shame, open to all- he picks up the boy's hat and holds it out to him. “here..”