wang kija /capitol cb

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kija wang / 왕 키자
[kē-tā wāng]
eighteen

high school student
heir to a fashion dynasty,
son of a peacekeeper combat specialist

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his father insists on him coming
says it will teach him strength, being raised
amongst the fodder.

and he needs to be strong
for the girl they've betrothed him to.

he was only born to be used.

Two is always dark
fifty metres below sea-level,
smells damp.

he grows in the classroom assigned
to official's kids but he's wrong there,
a capitol brat.

they take gruelling training sessions out
on him after school in the corridor where
the cameras always miss a spot.

but he doesn't tell his father,
man gets mad too often anyway
and Kija knows how to take a hit.

things go on like this for years.
no matter how much
or how little he fights back

when no one's looking, they win
until they aren't even afraid
of getting caught anymore.

so he works hard until one day,
he wins and
then keeps going
until they never think
to touch him again
until a boy's face is
more blood than feature

they send him back to the capitol
in the morning so early that
the house is still quiet and
his hands are still bloody
and he's still angry

his room is how he left it,
meant for a little kid,
not for him and all his bruises.

he's homeschooled for three years,
sparring with his father
sewing with his mother
in the afternoon, he gets therapy
in the evening, meditation for the anger

when he's fourteen, he's deemed fit.
his mother enrols him in a high school
he reenters society

at his new school they don't get it
the way he dresses, how he talks, rough.

god, they hate it when he talks.

when his knuckles come home raw
the maids ask him, "why?"
as if his hands are even part of him,

but they're just pieces,
pieces of his body

he just looks down.
his joints pop
when he unfurls his fist
and it stings like it's still fresh.

"I don't know."

but he does,
he got mad,
like always.

they give his hands an ice bath
stick a bandaid on the cut on his cheek

he hides the suspension,
his mother's working anyway
his father's back in Two.

spends three school days
at the park nearby
quiet in the trees

in the sunlight,
for the first time ever
completely alone

feeling like
his heart
is finally
beating.

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ᴥ owo

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i shoulda known u were gonna make it so that this tears my heart into pieces u little shit