Polar Opposites. [ School AU ]
Shion could do more than relate to the word. Freak. It was not anything that someone would tell him to his face, whilst looking him in the eye; nor was it something that he was openly pushed around for, but maybe the indirect stares, and clearly audible snickers and gawks from those who were attempting to hide their evidently malicious behavior was something that seemed to drive a knife into the male’s chest; through his abnormal heart and innocent soul. Nobody really spoke to the boy; he was no more noticeable than the lockers, or the clean cut shrubbery that encircled the courtyard of the academy; and he preferred it this way; though with the amount of abnormalities that he bared, it was a miracle of sorts.
Hades’ mind was void of possible reasons as to why he was sent to inhabit the surface; his two brothers were not required to humiliate themselves by living among the humans and they were just as clueless as to how to restrain themselves. If anything, it was far from fair. To send an ignorant being to live among the wicked was something the god never dreamed of doing and he hoped he would never have to repeat this process ever again.
It was daunting. A near powerless immortal in a room filled with bellicose mortals, whose jocular remarks were laced with malicious intent. While being naive at this age, the god was shrewd with the humans he had come across and many were far from pleasing— in fact, if he were more prude, he would go as far to claim that they were offending his senses.
Yet, it seemed to abruptly change as his ears caught the sound of a gentle, amiable voice; it was a sound he could find himself enjoying, but it was a fleeting thought. Hades had become wary of everyone he had recently came into contact with. Much too fretful of what could transpire if he were to boldly dare and allow someone to befriend him only to tear it to shreds in the end of schemes.
As he allowed his ears to hear the voice that emitted from the boy it was now his murky hues to double take and briefly scope the other once more; brows furrowing lightly in a dubious manner as he gazed upon the kind smile the other had given him. Regardless, he was in need of something to write with. “Very well, then. A pencil will work just as well,” he responded quite simply, almost in a monotone of sorts, but was shattered by a curious wonder beginning to slip through colorless lips.
“Mm, I am rather new to the academy, so that would explain why you have yet to see me around here.” It was safe to say that he was eager to end the conversation. Distrust still lingered in Hades’ thoughts, but there was also other causes for concern. It would not be in his favor if he were to find himself attached to a mortal; he has heard stories and tales of gods with an insatiable hole in their heart after their mortal they had been so fond of passed.
To live for eternity and another eternity after that with something missing the entire time would be unbearable. Such ties were dangerous to have and to allow them to grow would only be detrimental. He should stay away. And therefore, he would. To allow himself to sate the curiosity he harbors for the multitude of humans on the surface would only bring misery; while being the god of the underworld, he did not want an eternity of heartache due to the foolishness he had while he was still young.
Bored, onyx hues attempted to meet timid crimson, but it turned out to be a fruitless endeavor as he noted that the man made an effort to keep from meeting his gaze. Oddity was all Hades could conjure from the quite boy, but he found himself dwelling on it naught due to his proposition to abstain from anymore human relations. Except, a part of him was resisting it. For how long he could resist the tantalizing temptations was beyond him, but he surely would put up a commendable struggle.
After he caught sight of the pencil being sat upon his desk, he reached for it and held it between cold, slender fingers; idly twirling it every so often as he halfheartedly listened to the teacher’s lecture. Hades found himself stealing glances at the curious boy he had just recently met and was undeniably fascinated by how he was so interested in something so simple and feeble. Perplexed was the only word that could describe his current emotion on the matter.
While distrustful, he craved to sate his curiosity and was highly doubtful at this point. Pursuing an unwise action would only lead to his own decay, but he almost found himself indifferent to that very consequence. To be sure of his motives before he followed through with them, he would first observe to at least consider the possibilities. After all, for all he knew, the boy could be just as vile as the rest of the students that crawled around the school.
Regardless of the mess he had found himself in, there was one thing he was absolutely certain of— no one would find out who he was. Fortunately, he was still young and his protruding ram-like horns were still nubs; carefully hidden underneath black tufts of hair. And while using his first name was far from discreet, it would still work due to the plethora of strange names the parents of this century had bestowed their children. Quite pleased with his plan, he was rather relieved he would not be recognized as much as his two brothers— Zeus and Poseidon It would only bring unwanted attention. Not only that, but it would also be unwise to allow people and creatures the knowledge that young, naive Hades was out and about on his own on the surface.