Stupid crowded lunch room… Why couldn't he just go somewhere else? Nope! Good-for-nothing teachers said "no". He's already plotting their death. Very, very, very painful deaths! Having to sit in a room with about one-hundred other teens was going to drive him insane! That is, if he wasn't already…

He sat at the most vacant table he could find and sat there. All other students avoided that table at all costs, even going to the extent of sitting by the windows to avoid the boy. He had a reputation that everyone knew about. Everyone. Every teacher, every worker, every student down to the last freshman that entered the school. No one dared to approach him. His evil, gold eyed glare made them run away on contact.

The crowded lunch room murmured with chatting of the small groups of teens talking about whatever stupid subject they had in mind as an excuse to talk non-stop. It was such a headache. How ignorant and self-centered can people be? He stayed in his corner, watching everyone with a deep hate that was still there for the teachers.

A group of students passed by, talking to each other and not paying attention to a fucking thing going on around them. Idiots! He looked away for one moment and before he knew it he had food dumped on him from a passerby. The whole room fell silent, which he enjoyed in the back of his mind.

"Oops… Sorry about that dude" was the only sentence out of the clumsy, stupid boy who had spilled his lunch on him. As said ignorant teen looked over his eyes met angry gold ones. Pure terror swept over him as he realized who it was, and what he had just done to him. The young man dropped the tray, his hands trembling as was the rest of his body.

He brushed out the chips that had gotten into his dark hair, black spikes littered with the disgusting junk food that idiot had on his tray. Luckily enough there wasn't anything else. If that fucking stupid bastard actually paid attention to what he was doing this wouldn't have happened! People are so fucking stupid!

Giving the teen his sharp, trademark death glare caused him to run out of the room within five seconds flat, ignorant friends right behind him. With that, the room continued where it left off, just at a lower tone.

'Good for nothing assholes!' he thought, getting the last of the chips out of his hair. At the same time he was imagining of breaking the boy's bones one by one, slowly enough that once he broke the last one the first broken bone would have already healed and he could start all over again. He imagined all the screams and begging for him to stop the slow, painful torture, which caused an evil smile to grace his face. Several students near him moved away a few inches.

A group of 3 teens nearby could be heard easily, whispering to each other about none other than him.

"H-He's scary…" a red headed girl said, voice shaking in fear, afraid of being heard. Too late for that.

Another blonde girl nodded. "Yeah… Vanitas is scary…" she said, fear in her voice equal to that of the first girl. The mention of his name made him smirk.

"Well, that's Mr. Murder for you…" A boy with long silver hair said. Vanitas' grin widened at the given nickname he loved so. The one that kept idiots out of distance. That let him sit alone, instead in a crowd that had people that had absolutely no clue of the definition of "personal space". That wonder name that gave him his reputation over superiority over everyone. Yes, the nickname "Mr. Murder" was absolutely perfect.

Though he's never actually killed anyone, he was given the name due to certain facts. His name was already evil-sounding, but that wasn't enough. Things like his uncommon gold colored eyes and ebony black hair that formed into vicious looking spikes. This alone was a bit scary for most people.

And his death glares were another fact. The way he could inject fear into people was just amazing. They knew if he wanted them to run, or just move away.

However, the event that had given him his nickname was nothing more than a rumor that started up during his first year of high school.

He had just gotten into a fight with another student, and he had said "you'll regret fucking with me" to the person who had just knocked over his books. The next day the student was never seen again. Said student had simply moved away but…people can be idiot. So, thinking Vanitas was responsible, they called him "Mr. Murder"

He didn't care if he had no friends. No one would ever be worth his time.

The silver haired boy turned to look at Vanitas, without making eye contact of course. Coward!

"Are you okay?" he asked. Vanitas nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks" he replied.

'Saying that won't save you if you fuck with me Riku!' Vanitas mentally added. Riku quickly turned back around.

As the bell rung, signaling the end of the lunch period, Vanitas got up from his spot and left, students moving out of his way out of fear.

One student however, didn't notice Vanitas. He didn't notice he was in Vanitas' way as he stared at a poster on the wall. He didn't notice the glare of cold yellow eyes wishing death upon him. He didn't notice students around him moving away. He didn't notice the hate coming from Vanitas. All he did was read the poster that was on the wall, oblivious to the evil right next to him.

Blue eyes didn't turn to look at gold. They didn't leave what he was reading. Vanitas had enough of it and was about to push him when the blonde haired, blue eyed teen walked away.

And so, Mr. Murder decided to hate this person over the others.

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Well here's chapter 1 ^^