Sometimes... you get into a situation where you are being hated for no reason. In some cases, you aren't even aware of it.
Bahamut, running for his life, was oblivious to the hateful comments and thoughts someone was having about him.
A black-haired teen with grey-blue eyes and a deep scowl on his face sat on a destroyed rock with two huge curved blades plunged deep into the earth on his opposite sides. He was shirtless. His tanned skin glistened with sweat as he took in deep breaths. His hair stuck to his face, almost covering his eyes. His body released faint smoke as a faint, golden-red halo slowly de-materialized from behind him.
SPAT!
He spat with an angered face, clicking his tongue in annoyance.
"Just who does he think he is?" he exclaimed with a harsh tone, his eyes glowing in anger. "Just why? Someone with no background, no power, just appears and starts causing waves. He's already going on missions, and I'm just here... Fighting rocks!
This is so fucking unfair!"
