<a class="postlink" href="http://i620.photobucket.com/albums/tt287/ooOxXXViXxEnXXxOoo/AnimeGuy16.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>(has black hair not blond)<br/>Name: Ryoki "Wantless" Nahara<br/>Age: 16<br/><br/>Ryoki missed his older brother. When his older brother was around mother seemed sane. She always loved his brother. He must've took after their father because she stopped loving him when he turned six. After that is when the hurting began. She hurt him sometimes with words. Other times it was physical. She drank nonstop. She had mental health issues and his brother Hisoku told him he would always be there to take the wrath. She was sorry when she hit him...never when the hits went to her youngest. He was a big disappointment to her. When his brother vanished eight years ago is when it became too much...so he broke his scissors. Started cutting. When he did that it took away the pain he was feeling. Then somehow it made sense. It made sense of the pain. Something made sense. He wore long sleeves when she drove him to it. Sometimes he had to wear them because of stuff she did to her.<br/><br/>He didn't let people in...it was too dangerous. His mother told him people would learn what he really was, a freakish monster, and leave him. So why take the chance? He was happier when Hisoku was around. His brother made him feel special and loved. Nobody knew where he went. His mother told him it was his fault that Hisoku never came home that year. Still this one girl at school practically stalked him. She was nice to him which made him wary. She wanted to be friends with him yet he kept her at a distance. If she got close she would learn what he was...a nothing. Better to not take the chance.<br/><br/>He heard his mother slamming things in the kitchen. Drawing absentmindedly but it was never good. He look at it and crumpled it up. He should probably use the window to get to school. If he went downstairs she would turn that anger on him. Only...he had to go down the stairs. His bookbag was there. He sighed and got up. Best get the pain over with. Sometimes his mother didn't drink. Then she called him Ryo...like she did when he was small. Tell him she loved him. Until she slept again and woke. He wondered how come with how much she drank she didn't kill over. Not that he wanted that. According to her he was the crazy one...so why was it she hit him with words, her fist, or anything she got ahold of?<br/><br/>He slipped silently down the stairs. Almost making it to his backpack unhindered when the broom handle smashed into his face. He recoiled and stumbled backwards.<span style="font-style: italic">"You idiot! Come to break more stuff?! You are worthless. Bet you didn't do your homework did you??? Hisoku always did his homework. He was smart while you are stupid! Stupid worthless brat!" The woman spat at him. Her eyes crazed as she smacked him hard. Her long nails scratched him across the face. She swayed and crumpled to the ground. The bottle laying on the floor in the living room.</span>His mother drank because his father left her. In a way it was in part his father's fault she didn't love him. Hisoku looked more like their mother but took some after their father. He seemed to take more after their father than their mother.<br/><br/>He had stinging cuts on his face now. It burned. Somehow the words cut deeper though. Part of him believed her. Part of him said no its not. Either way he would have to come up with some lie for how he had scratches across his face. He supposed he could say he ran into the barbed wire fence. That would work. He used to be really good in school...now he didn't bother trying. Nothing was ever good enough. He wasn't good enough. He had a bruise on his shoulder. Luckily uniform hid it. He went to school and pretended to listen. Really he was replaying this morning. Their mother was worse since Hisoku disappeared. The day ended too slowly.<br/><br/>Walking from the school he looked at the girl who spoke to him. "I'm okay Mirashi." He said. Looking back ahead and kept walking. She was expressing concern. An action he was unused to. She wanted to be his friend. He guessed there was no harm in that. Looking at her. "If you want..." He said uncertainly. Apparently the uncertanty went unnoticed because she lit up like a light. He then headed the long way home. Bag thrown over his shoulder.