Insanity Can Never Be Loved: A BTOOOM fanfiction

Everyone knows me as the guy who murdered three women, the guy who killed his abusive father, but also the guy who survived BTOOOM. I refused to go to a recovery place for BTOOOM survivors, so today I'm going back to school. There is a police guard near me at all times, though, in case I go...crazy.

I walk into my classroom and everyone stares at me. They stare at the scars on my forehead from bomb-caused head injuries. Then they see my murderous eyes that have witnessed death countless times. When I see my class stare at me like this, I remember that I will always be an outcast no matter what I do.

I sit down in the back row. There are people sitting next to me acting super nervous. I think I hate them already. I glance at one girl. She's been staring at me, but when our eyes meet, she flinches and quickly turns away.

Class ends. A couple of boys are talking in a group and glancing at me every once in a while. Finally, a brown haired guy walked up to me.

"Why did they even let you come here. Are you some crazy, deranged psychopath?" He asks me. Now I'm mad. Calm. I need to be calm. I start backing away, bumping into a couple of desks. I run out of the room and knock a girl down. Someone shouts for someone to call the police. The girl... Why is she so calm?

The girl says that it's ok and that it was an accident. People are still staring at us. I stand up and offer her my hand. Someone calls out for her to not take it, but she does anyway. The bell rings and she smiles and waves at me, then runs away. She also said... She'd see me later. Have I made a friend?

It is later. What is her definition of 'later'? Maybe she was just saying that to be polite. Maybe- oh, wait. Here she is. I say hello. She says she'll walk home with me. I shake my head and tell her it's not that far. She still wants to walk home with me, get to know me. Why? Maybe she's some psychologist in disguise trying to study my insanity. I ask her if she is.

"No, I just find you interesting," she says with a smile.

"Okay," I say back to her. I start walking and she's walking next to me. We introduce ourselves. Well, actually, she already knows who I am. Everyone does. Her name is Amane Kyoko.

The police guard, I can tell, thinks I will hurt her. I won't. I don't want to hurt this person, this new friend that I have made. We reach the foster home. I wave goodbye to her. She waves as well. I go into the foster home.

As soon as I get in there, a police guard restrains me and puts me in a room all by myself. I'm all alone in there. I'm allowed to have visitors, but no one dares to come see me, even though there will be two police guards watching to make sure I don't go crazy. I work on homework, eat a small meal, then go to sleep.

It is the next day. I get into my school uniform. I'm not allowed to get this one dirty. Or bloody. I grab a piece of toast and leave. Kyoko is waiting outside for me. I wave. She waves back. We start walking to school. On the way there, I see a dead bird. I kick it and laugh. She just looks at me with an expression I do not recognize. It is not a smile or a frown.

We arrive at school. It's the group of boys again. They're blocking the entrance to the classroom. Kyoko asks them to move. They don't.

A boy asks us,"Why doesn't Kōsuke ask us? Kyoko-chan isn't even in our class."

Kyoko looks at me. I don't say anything. She whispers for me to ask them to move, but I don't. The boys start laughing.

"Not so tough, are you? How did you even survive BTOOOM?"

I'm starting to get angry again. I punch him. The police officer blows his whistle and tries to separate us, but can't because there are too many people in the way. The boy pulls out a pocket knife. I grab his wrist and wrench it out of his hand.

I won't be coming back to this school.

Kyoko wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me back. I struggle. Then, I hear sobbing. It's coming from her. She's crying and screaming for me to stop. So I stop. I drop the knife and fall to the floor.

I've been expelled. I will be going to a mental institute next week at a hospital in Osaka, which is the closest city to the town I live in. I'm sitting outside with the police officer near by. I'm sure he gets paid a lot to do this.

Kyoko comes up to me and asks me if I want to go on a walk around town. I say yes. We start walking with the police guard following close behind.

I never really got to get a good look at the town. We are at a cross walk. The light signalling for us to walk turns green. Kyoko walks forward, not noticing the in-coming car.

The next thing I know, I'm knelt down next to her blood-covered body, laughing.

As I thought, when insanity and love meet, it can only end in disaster.