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Its dark. Claustrophobic dark. Its so dark it makes me want to crack a glow stick to light up this joint. The television is blaring in front of our faces.
“Sukiko, sit up.”, scolded the cue ball-headed ancient professor of mine.
I sighed and dug my head deeper into the warmth of my arm, ignoring his command.
“My goodness, what happened to those days when you were an obedient, well-behaved child?” he questioned, pausing the video on the T.V. screen. All eyes were on me now.
“They’re apparently not here anymore sir. Me? ‘Well-behaved’? Ha. You must be mistaken. You always complain on my behavior.” I sneered back.
The class gave a mild chuckle, but Mr.Andersin’s disgusted face silenced them all.
“Miss Yukiko, you DO NOT ever respond to an elder with that sort of behavior. In fact, you should be much more attentive in class since you’re failing.”, he shot back with a smirk.
That really did it.
“Hey, I’m sorry.”, once I said that his face lightened and his eyes gleamed as if he just hit the jackpot. “But, with all do respect sir, you’re shiny head is too distracting. I can see my own reflection from where I am right now! Do you wax your head or something?” I continued.
His face reddened from both anger and embarrassment.
“ OUT! Now Sukiko! Grab your things and head to the principal’s office immediately! Your defiance is absolutely intolerable!”, he screeched.
“With pleasure ‘Mr.Baldy.’” I proclaimed with my sweetest, sugar and honey dipped voice as I made a run for the exit.
Before I knew it, I was out in the desolate hallways of this hellhole academy, cracking up after vexing Mr.Andersin again with my insults. A group of teens hung around the lockers.
Taking a deep inhalation of the stale oxygen in the school’s atmosphere, I charged towards them, slowed down, and then skidded to a halt.
“Bebe~!” squealed a red headed girl as she glomped me.
“Akane, you seem to be lively today!” I commented.
“Hey, don’t go off calling Sukiko ‘bebe’. What if the Spanish speaking kids hear you? Then they’ll misinterpret the nickname and start spreading rumors.”, grumbled Masaaki, with his eyes as cold and godly gray as ever.
“Shut up! Who the hell gives a damn! They can call me a transvestite for all I care!” snarled Akane.
Over the two years that have passed since I transferred to this school, nothing much has changed.
Akane still hates Masaaki, Masaaki is still an uberly sexy son-of-a-b***h, I’m still enraptured by Masaaki’s gorgeous eyes, I still live in shinjuku, my parents still own their own coffee shop, and Akane’s father is still the school prefecture’s president.
But I guess that telling you that ‘nothing’ has changed would make me a liar.
Truth is that plenty of things have happened in these past two years. If you haven’t noticed by now, Sachiko wasn’t with Akane or Masaaki. Thats because her parents died in a fatal car accident after picking her up from school. Sachiko was in the vehicle with her parents at the time, fortunately she was able to survive the crash with only a few injuries. It was a horrible sight. Yes, I saw it all. I stayed until the ambulance got there. When they pulled out Sachiko’s parents, at first I thought they were dummies. They were lifeless, looked like they were stuffed with cotton rather than organs and bones, and extremely bloody. Almost their whole bodies were drenched in the crimson fluid. I could tell that the father was probably dead already from the impact, Sachiko was unconscious, and the mother was holding on, but just barely. One of the officials there that were assisting in taking care of the whole incident had asked me to come along to the hospital and police department since I saw the whole scene. I waited there, in the sterile waiting room, hearing faint shrieking, maybe just a little bit of crying, as Sachiko and her family were being treated. I didn’t really pay much attention to it though since I was busy answering questions that the detective that brought me here was asking. After hours of restless waiting at the hospital, the officer that had asked me to come along told me to retire for the day and go home. I didn’t see Sachiko or her parents after that for another week. Then at last, on Friday, I got a call from Sachiko. Her voice was shaky, rasp, and sounded extremely tired. I could tell she was crying. Must I say anymore? The reason she called me was to tell me that her parents were dead.
With no parents to support her, she moved to her grandparent’s house in Osaka, which meant that she would have to transfer to a school there.
That was only one of the things that have happened.
Tragedy, unfortunately was what changed me. I’ve witnessed too many indescribable events at such a young age. I learned early in life that the world is a cold, cruel place to be. On top of that, I guess the rest of my personality changes can be blamed on hanging out with Akane (The foul-mouthed, hardcore, mistress of human torture.) and Masaaki (Mischievous guy who doesn’t really care much about school.) They’re bad influences on me, but I adore them anyway.
Another small change is that I’ve taken a strong liking to Masaaki. His jet-black hair is longer now. I can actually run my fingers through his hair every now and again. I love doing that. Its so silky and soft. I’m jealous that a guy like him can be more beautiful than me.
“Hey Saaki-kun, may I play with your hair?” I suddenly burst out in a squeaky, small voice. Akane guffawed for a moment and put her hand to her mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle the sound of her laughter.
“‘Saaki-kun’? Since when has that been my name? And where do you get off by addressing me as ‘kun’? I’m a year older than you so you should be calling me ‘senpai’ or ‘san.’” he groaned.
Right as I opened my mouth to speak the first syllable of the word ‘sorry’, Masaaki leaned forward and bent his head down so I could pet his smooth and lush hair. Wonderful. His orgasmic hair could always brighten my day.
“ Hey, Sukiko, why were you walking around at this time anyway? Aren’t you still supposed to be in history class?” Akane questioned with an interested look on her face.
“ Oh, about that. I got kicked out of class and sent to the principal’s office since I made fun of Mr.Baldy- uh, I mean Mr.Andersin.” I corrected myself.
Masaaki’s head jerked back up and a startled expression settled on his handsome face.
“ You did what!? How many times a week can you get sent to the principal’s office?! I mean, really, not even I can get into that much trouble!”, he proclaimed.
Akane’s reaction was quite the opposite, “Aww. We’ve taught you right honey! Looks like you’re gonna grow up to be a great person, kiddo. Don’t worry about heading to the principal today, I can just talk to my daddy and tell him to not pass any punishment on you.” She replied with a shimmeringly radiant smile.
I really loved these two people.
Akane then faced Masaaki and gave him a long, serious, stare. He let out a sigh.
“I guess there’s nothing I can do about this. Since we’re all outside already, how about we ditch this place and go somewhere more fun?” he said.
I nodded my head in total agreement and Akane gave a grin of approval.
We went out to the school’s gate and gave our “secret salute of trust” to the security guard on duty, who just happened to be one of Akane-sama’s father’s followers.
What happened after we made our little escape from the school campus you may be wondering?
Well, I’ll tell you one thing. You probably expected some absolutely fabulous, expensive, hot red Lamborghini to ride up on the curb the second we popped out the gates, with another one of Akane’s henchmen driving the vehicle, ready to chauffeur. But, that didn’t happen.
Instead we walked down to the streets Ura-hara and entered the Omotesando Hills shopping mall.
Omotesando Hills mall was our second favorite hangout spot. I personally like it because it’s close by, convenient to visit. It’s also enormous and has some pretty unique clothing variation. Most people consider Omotesando Hills an upscale, classy mall, but if you search long enough, you’ll find a shop or two that has clothing that has not yet been trashed by the mainstream image and is affordable. Our number one hangout spot is Harajuku Street though. Every sunday they close down the whole street for people to cosplay, take photos, have dance competitions and for amateur bands to have their own mini-concerts. That place is heaven.
Why didn’t we go there rather than the mall? Well, that was mostly due to the fact it wasn’t Sunday, and on top of that we would have to travel a longer distance on foot.
“Hey let’s head to the food court first, I haven’t eaten anything yet.” I said, recalling that I was missing lunch since I left during second hour.
“Are you kidding me?! I just ate a few hours ago, there’s no way I’d be hungry right now. I’m going to hit the shops.” Akane spit out in her frustrated princess voice. “Ugh, really. I should consider speaking to daddy about this and telling him to let you get a schedule change.”, I heard her shouting from off in the distance as she stormed off.
“I guess it can’t be helped.” Masaaki sighed.
We both travelled to the food court, discussing Akane’s short-tempered personality.
Slurping on my strawberry smoothie, I stole a quick glance at Masaaki’s face. His gaze was vacant, daydream-like. Suddenly, the serenity of the silence was broken by his voice.
“So you got kicked out of class. Again.” He mumbled.
Oh god. Here it comes. I could sense the bitter roots of a motherly parenting conversation coming from Masaaki on how education is vital to my future. What would he know? He rarely ever pays attention anyways.
“Its not like it was my fault. The wrinkly ol’ cue ball wouldn’t stop harassing me. How would you feel if he declared your grade to the whole class?”, I made my point quite clear in that one statement.
“I wouldn’t have a problem. Its not like I give a damn.” He grinned his stupid trademark grin as he said this.
He never really shows any interest in anything. Masaaki, ever since the day I met him, has always been a carefree, lazy, moron. Even so, he brought out the best of me and thats all that mattered at this point.
I shrugged off his response.
“So are you ok now?” he asked with a sweet voice.
“Depends on what you would describe as ‘ok’.” I murmured, tilting my head slightly to get a better view of his silvery eyes, which were covered by his bangs. Then he chuckled.
“You’re an interesting kid, Sukiko.”
 Deadstar x Assembly · Fri Jun 26, 2009 @ 04:24am · 1 Comments |
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