❝ 肝心なの Strong な Mind
出し抜いて Survive❞

x. whispers: the unsettling noise

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"What do they mean by the beehive? " Blaze questioned slurping her caffeine from a straw and looking at the poster pasted on the wall before her. She was confused why it penetrates the school as a beehive. Grayson on the other hand was in a clear-cut state of mind, he knows what they mean by delineating the faline academy as a beehive.

"They mean a lot Blaze, our school indeed is embodied as a beehive." He responded as his eyes were glued onto the wall. A school fest is gonna happen, that is what the poster said and it used the word beehive instead of school. Blaze seemed to be absorbed by even small details, she pays attention to her surroundings keenly. It is like her survival instinct.

She shrugged, "care to explain?" Grayson nodded his hand and grabbed her hand while advancing to their class. "Beehives, it is pretty common to know that bees make them. Bees are unique and are the most interesting creatures to ever exist in our world. Our school, you've heard that they have segregated into three types: the moths, the blush-leagues, and the elites. But, it doesn't end there." A large sigh continued after that and Blaze was too intrigued by this topic.

Taking another sip from her bitter drink, she widened her eyes and looked at him deeply with a smile on. "The rest is left for me to know, right?" A grin was plastered in her cherry-flavored lips, the scent that filled her nostrils with the fragrance of freshness. "This girl really enjoys challenges, and sometimes too much," Grayson mumbled under his breath low not enough for his sound waves to reach Blaze's eardrums.

A somewhat manipulative, but a fragile smile emerged on her face as she turned and faced him. "Answers are easy to be peeled from the tongue of a coward," Her eyes shrank and her teeth sunk. Grayson rubbed his widened eyes and took a glimpse of Blaze, "your choice words sometimes really scare me."

After heartful laughs and a walk to their respective classroom, Blaze and Grayson entered their classroom with bright smiles painted on their face. As they both predicted, all the eyes in the room were on them. How predictable can this class reach? It was all happening as if she had sketched. From the journey to the corridor to placing her bag on her desk and acting as if she was chit-chatting with Grayson, no eyes dodged her sight.

She snickered, "I told you. This classroom, these students, they all are nothing but vultures waiting for the prey to die from the hands of its predator and famish the remains." Grayson nodded his head agreeing to her words, "three years in this school, three days in the school. Your observation is quite, intimidating."

A giggle of a child echoed from Blaze's lips, "trying to flatter me with words?  I thought you were better than this." Grayson joined her with the little giggling session with a twisted emotion. Fumes of whispers started to gather up again and both of them knocked their heads towards the classroom balcony to see if someone again gives an entrance.

Luckily, there was none. It was a relief for Grayson, the last thing he wants to do in the world is to watch Blaze build another hatred stone for one of the elites. "Whispers are louder than it was before, what happened?" Blaze grilled out of curiosity. "New victim or story to talk about," his reply came back as if he was in between those murmurs. 

Blaze shook her head, "maybe." another train of whispers started to travel again. It was unsettling to listen to as if the bees were buzzing near a misophonia person. Blaze always found it annoying and irritating to listen to agitating ringings of low voices. No matter how soft and tender words were whispered, a whisper remains an annoying way to talk. According to Blaze, the one who whispers is a coward.

"Hey, you spaced out!" Grayson shook Blaze slightly as she came back from the thoughts she drowned from. She rubbed her nape with an awkward grin, "I'm sorry." Grayson didn't seem to understand her reason to space out or listen to it, he just shrugged again and moved forward towards her, "today is the gamble with Jisoo right?"

She nodded, "yes." Grayson's stomach pit started to grumble silence giving him an uneasy feeling, "you do understand Jisoo I hope. She is not someone who would pull dirty tricks or plot behind your back, she is the one to go head-on-head. Even if it's death, she would be an insane person who would gamble it till her last breath. She over-thinks nothing, and it's scary to be against her in that position. She gives it all in one spot and is clever too. It's the worst combo."

Blaze took those words and smiled, "then the perfect one to fight the best." Her eyes shining like a red star on a night sky, her word barrelled like an undetermined shooting star. She was unreadable, yet understandable and that muddled Grayson much further to get to know her real personality. "I won't be surprised if she asks you your heart to be set as the prize for gambling," Grayson shooted words while resting his arms on the desk.

"Then so be it, it's more fun. The weightage for both sides should be equal, if she asks my heart, we can demand something to value it too," she smiled. "You make it sound so relatable Blaze, but you should understand that your ideas are totally hysterical," Grayson was right to tell that, her mind resonated with everything except a typical standard one. 

"Isn't life all about fun? to fall and rise constantly with an unending thrill? We have to suffer and realize that the suffering might one day become our addiction. A pain that cancels dreams, and lets us give up on the conservatives set by rules for a man to follow."

"let the dark lead us, our end might be the pain."

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❝ It's very important to have a strong mind
Outsmart them and survive❞

+ i write red ace while listening to arcade, before you go, make you mine and fire on fire. I feel like a psycho lmfao.