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A child is an entity, one of perpetual wonder paired with its innocent inquisitiveness. Of course, this leads to acts that are diagnosed as curiosity wrapped within an infantile sense of logic.

In many cases, the child will grow up fine. The way to be normal would be to have the occasional mishap. The normal lifestyle would result in marrying another who was to be normal. The normal have a white-picket fence with 2.5 children. He or she will have a normal childhood, leading to a normal teenage life, topped with a normal adulthood. It goes without saying that this lifestyle is provided with complimentary normal education, normal friends, and normal relationships.

To be normal was fine, in fact it was wonderful. To have a life of no particular grandeur, a life with a banker or accountant would be normal. You would live not judged by others, unrivaled by few. There are many who live up to the standard of normal.

But of course, there must be exceptions to the iconic status quo.

She was a bird, a swallow, if we must specific. She had a sweet little voice that matched with her honey-golden waves, and cerulean orbs. The voice came out of little pink lips that had perfectly whitened teeth and was framed by rose-tinted cushions on top of an ivory canvas. She was a pretty. She was someone who would understand the benefits of normality. She was someone who would have fit perfectly within the status quo.

She was an exception.

Her body and mind were filled with a durable flightiness that was hidden underneath a mask of a lady. It itched to be free, free so that it may go to the adventures promised in stories. It could have been a survival test within the dunes of the Gobi Desert (sidewalk), or a hunt for the sorcerer that brainwashed the king in the Forbidden City of China (front gates of the school). But she played to part of the obedient daughter. No one would notice. But HE did.

She was not alone.

He was cat, a leper, if we must be precise. He was a charming little boy that had earth-dusted hair that only brought out the olive twinkle in his soul doors. His voice put flutes to shame when words came out of his thin lips that were either in an unbearable smirk, or a sardonic sneer. He was cruelty wrapped in childlike beauty. His jives to the other children showed he had a higher intellect than the others. He would have made a very successful businessman.

But he was an exception.

He watched breathing sac in every room he was in. His eyes gazing without notice from others. He was waiting. He, the hunter, was waiting for his future, the prey. That’s when he saw her. The swallow locked in a cage that was a porcelain doll. His canines gleamed as he smirked with devilry. The leper found his future.

The bird was hiding. But everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the leper caught it.

Let the hunt commence. 

Bird-6, Leper-7

He would never forget that day. An assembly was in session, and so all of the students were required to go into the auditorium. Each class was put into a little spot. Each student in each class was put in a specific order. Everything was organized, and everything was perfect.

Anyone normal would believe that this type of gathering was lovely. Everything was in its place, and everyone knew their place. But the leper was the only one that knew that this picturesque setting was not paradise, but a prison with an exception facade. And a bomb was about to blow any second now. 

If you had not guessed, the bird was the bomb. .

Her back was facing his front. Her posture was erect, while there was not a single stray hair from her perfectly symmetrical pigtails. She sat in a stiff crisscross-applesauce formation, while keeping her hands in her lap, like a good little girl.

She was the perfect 6-year-old, the image of a proper young lady.

So naturally, when he saw a bird that was meant to be free, he did the most noble thing a leper could do to a caged bird. He grasped both pigtails, brought them up to his nose, and inhaled the sweet perfume of honeyed wind. And with a wicked grin that bared his canines, he gave the pigtails a fierce tug as the bird fell backwards.

Forgetting that they were in the auditorium, she swung her head, and gave the best attempt of a right hook a six-year-old would do a smug, self-righteous, pompous dumpster.

A loud crack filled the auditorium as silence soon took over.

As the liquid life streamed down his nose and down his youthful capsule, all he could do was smile like a mad man. His eyes gleamed with maddened success as he relished the new contact from his sweet, sweet bird.

Fore’ there stood the bird, abandoning its sweet siren feathers while donning those of a crazed harpy.

She was never so humiliated in all of her six years of existence. Her face was flushed rosy with humiliation as her eyes shone with righteous indignation and fury. The heart’s cage heaved with invisible fire that shook her entire soul as the teacher grabbed both the leper’s paw and the bird’s wing as he plopped both down to the chairs in front of the head warden’s headquarters. She towards the leper, to see if he had the iota  of decency and humility that bird had there.

The leper did not.

His eyes shone with an unusual glee that the bird had never seen. The usual mulled sage was replaced by a vibrant chartreuse. His chest was also heaving, but not in indignation, but excitement. It was as if his soul had been stolen by a witch, and was replaced by a patient from an asylum. He looked positively mad. His clothes were dyed in his blood, and his face had a growing black splotch in the middle. But here he was, smiling, as if he had seen the future. 

If you had asked him why he was smiling, there is a good chance he would not have given a straight answer. 

He would turn his head to you, and all he would say were these four words: “I want that bird.”

And then he would turn back his head, smiling at the wall with his heretic appearance, and continued staring at the opposite wall.

And all you could do was to suddenly feel cold, because this was the first time that you have ever seen a man within the leper. 

In my AU, Orca was kidnapped From his real family at the age of 5 And Abused by a woman that murdered her husband in the past, Orca couldn't take her abusing him but 13 Years later, Authorities found out of her Kidnapping Orca from his home and Abusing him, They got her Arrested and found Orca. He was Was diagnosed with PTSD to abuse, Abandonment, and Violence. He still has nightmares from what he saw from his past, Crab still comforts him, calms him down, or even sleeps with him to work it out. He still remembers her from his past, but he would always try to forget her everyday but he's with gang now......