"come on, we are finally going to be in the same class, and you don't even look like you care," ken pouted but yuka was too far away to notice or care.

When they reached the class ken took his sit with everyone else, while Yuka stood in the middle of the entrance.

"sit down Yuka" the teacher instructed and yuka slowly obliged.

"for someone that skip class and school,  you are really known" ken joked about it but yuka didn't acknowledge it.

The teacher asked a question and randomly picked a student, which had to be Yuka, he egged him on to answer, challenging him to answer, but got way more then he bargained for.

"What make up atoms?" He asked and pointed on Yuka "Mr.Shirou, when will I die, when I be able to leave this world peacefully?, When will I finally be able to die?" he questioned her with a pitiful expression, while all the kids just stared at him.

"what type of question is that moron?" a boy scoffed.

"your just an attention seeking liar" the girls all nodded their head while the boys snickered.

"shut up!" ken yelled at them "you don't know anything about him, yet you judge him...not only that you gang up" ken pointed at yuka eye's, which held so much pain.

"playing!? he doesn't even know what that is, if you were to tell a joke right now he wouldn't be able to laugh!," ken shouted, as the class grew quiet.

his eye's grew wide at the realization that someone took the time to see the hints. to try to understand him, his cold eyes looked at him with bewilderment, the other kids stared in silence unable to speak.

He tore his eyes away from him and gazed down to stare at his desk.

"is it alright to make friends?" he wondered.

"yea if you want to be hurt by that precious friend" his conscious whispered.

"I hate this; everything would be so much easier if I could just disappear!" he screamed in his mind.

The class settled back down and the teacher continued her lesson. Yuka  laid his head down on the desk, just wondering and hoping for someone  to come and take him away from his problems.

"partner up kids" the teacher instructed while clasping her hands together. She watched with a smile while the kids scurried around looking for partners.

he stayed seated, ignoring the others "I'll be your partner" Ken informed him as he pulled a seat over to yuka's desk while looking at him with a friendly smile.

"do whatever you want" he muttered before turning away from him "he's trying to get close, just to stab you in your back," his conscious reminded him.

"why are you so dead set on being my friend?" he questioned with annoyance... looking at ken face from this angle was unsettling Yuka never been this close to another kid before.

"do i need a reason to want to be your friend?" He asked with a small grin.

"I can't have friends, your wasting your time.." yuka stated before growing quiet.

The teacher placed a sheet of paper on their shared desk along with the rest of the classes.

Ken picked up the white sheet of paper and carefully read it.

"it's an exercise" ken stated simply after handing it to Yuka. He extended his arm and yuka grabbed it from his hand, yuka pulled back quickly to pull his sleeve shirt back down before ken could see his wrist