Post by lostandtorn616 on May 14, 2007 20:55:33 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I no own; you no sue. But I can find comfort in the fact that you don’t own it either! *Blows a raspberry* Boy, Kakashi-sensai burned a lot of people in chapter 2, wouldn’t you say? I got the idea after re-watching the episode where they have to introduce themselves. Y’know, all Kakashi told Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke was his name. XD
Note: I don’t own Christopher Pike or any of his novels.
2nd Note: From here on in, I will do my damnest to portray others from their respectful P.O.V. We shall bear witness to how well that bodes for me in this chapter, yes? Be forewarned: If I ever attempt my beloved sadistic Panda-chan, then I’ll be left in a brooding, bloodthirsty mood afterwards (Really, this happened once. Just ask Crazy-chan).
Gaara: ... The hell did you just call me?
...
Um...
Gaara: *Motions to perform his infamous Sand Coffin*
Erm... I’d best start this now before Gaara goes Terminator on my ass. Literally.
“Talking”
Thinking to oneself
Emphasis
Shouting
-Whispering-
Writing
Maria-chan’s P.O.V. (I’m gonna try to impersonate Mia-sama! xD)
“Him?”
“Too dorky.”
“Him?”
“Too skinny.”
“Him?”
“His clothes are too bulky; I’ll get paranoid and wonder if he’s concealing some kind of weapon of mass destruction in his drawers. And I don’t mean his dresser drawers either.”
“Him?”
“... Too weird for my tastes. I don’t want anyone out-ranking me in the weirdness department.”
“Him?” Hitomi asked me, gently nudging my chocolate-encrusted forearm with her elbow, plum-colored eyebrows wiggling suggestively.
“No, he’s too normal-looking. You know my views on normal people, Hitomi; they’re scary and want to follow me home, hide out in the bushes near my house and then gang-rape me like the stalker-freaks I know they are.”
“Maria, child, has anyone ever informed you that you need to get your head examined?” Sharon suddenly imputed, glancing up from a complicated formula that she couldn’t comprehend to the fullest, a faint smirk etching unto her face before it vanished, replaced by that infamous impassive glare she reserved for anyone who caught her on a “bad day”.
Rumors say that Deidara still has the scars on parts he would never display to the general public from the last prank she pulled on him when he insulted her on said “bad day”; a good old-fashioned stunt involving three cords of rope, twenty gallons of tar, a bagful of chicken feathers, and a cheese grater while being suspended upside-down above the gymnasium floor.
Lord knows the poor son-of-a-bitch has never looked at her the same way again. Oh wow, how long have I been sitting here like a mentally-deprived woman? I’d better answer her question.
“Yes, Sharon. And do you know what they’ve unearthed from my head? Absolutely nothing!”
“I can believe that.” Lisa chimed in; Hitomi laughed, Sharon’s shoulders quaked with silent chuckles, and Lisa smiled then returned to her beloved Yaoi manga, not bothering to attain a head-start on the assignment Kakashi-sensai had given everyone until the end of the period to complete.
“Thanks! Hey, wait a cotton-picking minute! Are you implying that I’m an idiot?!”
“Maria, sweetie, I think you’ve implied it yourself.” Hitomi said, then sighed and snatched Lisa’s science paper that only had her name written in the top-left-hand corner of the page; placing pencil to paper, she scribbled down answers; she repeated this process three times until, finally, she had completed everyone’s assignments.
“Pass me the sulfuric acid and the Bunsen Burner, Maria.”
“Why? What, are you gonna help Kisame?”
“... Something pertaining to the nature, yes.”
“Sharon-san?” She turned towards the lazy, yet expectant, voice; Kakashi was idly staring at her over the top of his porno novel.
“Yes, Kakashi-sensai?”
“You do know what happens when you mix an acidic compound with a base mixture, I hope?” She smiled a bit sheepishly; the Bunsen Burner and mathematical-impossible-for-her-to-comprehend solutions concealed in bottles quivered just under Kisame’s nose, who was glaring lightly as a few drops struck the shiny fire; a faint malevolent hiss came as a billow of gray smoke floated up to Kisame’s face.
“Of course I do, sensai.”
She added a few more drops to the fire.
...
...
...
BANG!
Holy crap! Sharon is freaking insane; I don’t care how many times she’s told me that she’s already halfway there! One minute she’s sitting her little bottom in her chair, slacking off like a good little girl, and then the next she’s testing the laboratory chemicals to see what side-effects they’ll have on Deidara while screaming something about “the power of Science compels you!”
I realize she’s one of my best buds and all, but... Sometimes she scares me. A lot. Oo
“I don’t know what you’re PMSing about myself, Maria. All she did was-”
“I am not PMSing, Hitomi.”
“The point is-”
“There is no point; life has no meaning. You’re born, live a few short decades, then you die and rot in a hole in the ground.”
“Oh, so now you’re going all Goth/Emo on us, are you? Pfft. You fucking Toy Corner poser.”
“Hey, don’t diss me, biz-natch! I have a friend back home who was made an honorary member of da hood!”
“Maria, don’t embarrass yourself more than you already have. And for the love of all that is perverse, don’t try to act like those fags from Gangster Corner; it’s not healthy.” Sharon imputed, looking from a three-book-for-the-price-of-one novel: The Last Vampire by Christopher Pike.
“That is true, but I’m not the one who reeks of an experiment gone haywire.” I remarked bluntly, raising a brow for emphasis while looking at her soot-smothered features and charcoal-studded hair; she flushed a bit, obviously embarrassed, when Lisa and Hitomi burst out laughing.
“Hey now, that was uncalled for.”
“So was exploding that chemistry equipment in Kisame’s face.”
“That was not uncalled for.”
“No, but it was still morally unjust.”
“Again, no it wasn’t. It was ingenious.”
“Ingenious, yes. Funny, yes. Immoral, yes. Idiotic, yes.”
“You didn’t seem to think it was funny when Kisame turned and glared at you.”
“Neither did you when Gaara did said glaring at you.”
“... Maria?”
“’Cha?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt your little squabble girls, but what class do we Toys have next?” Lisa asked, momentarily tearing her eyes away from her Yaoi manga; truth be told, I think Lisa mentally molests those poor, unsuspecting anime men when nobody’s looking. Poor, poor Ryou-chan, the huggable, rapeable little not-so-innocent angel; he never stood a chance. He will be missed dearly.
“I’ll do the honors.” I declared, reaching behind and whipping out my school schedule, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as one name flashed before my shrinking pupils: Might Gai.
“Oooooh! Mariaaaaaaa-chaaaaaaaaan! You got the spandex-wearing loser next!” Hitomi taunted.
“Hitomi... be quiet. Be quiet or else...” Wow, don’t I sound like the most non-intimidating person you’ve ever witnessed? This sucks a ton of monkey balls; it’s not my fault my genetic pool is screwed up and I’m the second shorty-short-short girl in our Corner. I demand a recount, damn it!
“I’d rather the spandex-wearing loser and the loser look-a-like than the chain-smoking English teacher. You know... I think it’s Rock Lee who’s always following him around because I know that the loser-wannabe secretly stalks Might Gai and fantasies about slipping roofies into his martini before dragging him off to some sleazy, cheap-ass motel where he will remove his kidneys and leave his defiled carcass in a tub of ice cubes in favor of selling them to some crack-addict with an organ fetish named Jim-Joe-Bob Jr. ... And if that wasn’t the most lamest statement you guys have heard from me, then strap me down, prod a spoonful of morphine in my mouth and call me one crazy cracka’! Oh yeah!”
I proceeded to do a victory dance, which mainly consisted of me wiggling my index fingers in the air and shaking them while turning in a circle; sadly, this pitiful dance of victory was far better and more appealing than my attempt at break-dancing when Sharon had splashed indene onto Deidara’s clothes.
Of course then came a little voice informing me that it was to be expected of me, the Queen of Awkwardness; Supreme Ruler of all that is perverse and vulgar.
I’m not one to negotiate through stuff peacefully, I’m just a violent bitch; I’m one to condole violence! YAY VIOLENCE! Blood orgy, blood orgy!
My first decree as your Almighty Highness is to demand that all reading material be nothing but smut, the goodness that is Hentai and the lovable Yaoi! All who refuse to heed to my demand shall be roasted over a roaring fire and fed to...
Hm... Gaara maybe? Oo If later I discover he’s been a nasty baby-eating, eye-plucking, ass-banging pedophile/necrophiliac, then he shall be the first to suffer my wrath first-hand! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Bow down to the awesomeness that is me! Your feeble minds now belong to no other than the source of your demise, pathetic mortals! You are DOOMED!
“Maria, we’re not guys; we’re girls in case you failed to notice.” Lisa pointed out, snapping me out of my daze.
But since when did I ever let a comment like that disrupt my fits of random insanity?
The answer is never, of course.
And the answer to my meaningless life is four hundred and sixty-two, since most believe the answer to life’s voluminous collection of questions is seven or thirteen, the most unholy of numbers, deeming us all of catastrophe and misfortune; whoever jackass that got up one day and proclaimed that the answer to my life is of higher or lesser value than four hundred and sixty-two, then he must be a big fat liar-liar-plants-for-hire!
“I didn’t set Rock Lee’s spandex on fire! I swear! It was the leprechauns; they’re bloody frigging mad I tell you! I mean... what?” I put on my most dreadful ‘I’m innocent and proven not guilty on all charges and accusations held against me, what the ruddy hell have you been smoking’ look; the three of them instantly burst out into hysterical laughter, too used to me and my insanity to cast queer, I-suspect-that-girl-has-finally-lost-it glances my way.
“Retard, yeah.”
Unlike a certain blue-eyed blonde. Can you guess who it is?
Give up, already? So soon? You sure you don’t wish to take a meaningful stab at a little, teeny-itty-bitty guess?
Meh! Your stupidity and ignorance sicken the authoress! Who else has dubbed us girls in Toy Corner to be retarded, queer, or some other dimwitted remark?
“Deidara, go away, you Gay-Lord!”
He frowned. “Do I look gay to you, yeah?”
Why is it that virtually every man on this godforsaken Earth gets testy when a girl challenges their sexuality? Heh, heh. Testy... testy... testic- Oooooookkkkkkkaaaaaaayyyyyyy! Let’s get back to the story before the authoress starts to get perverted thoughts!
“Well, you see Deidara, since you hail from Royal Corner...”
“What does me being in Royal Corner have anything to do with my sexuality, yeah?”
“Think about it for a moment. Itachi’s the most feminine-looking dude in your Corner next to yourself, right? Plus, you lot tend to dress more like the Goths or some kind of creature that I can’t even dare to imagine. Then there’s Naruto, the most ignorant, oblivious-to-a-girl’s-attraction guy I’ve come across. How did he manage to wiggle his way into Royal Corner anyway? Bribes? Gaara’s sick way of an Initiation Ritual? Or maybe... he does favors for you guys, yes? What about Sakura’s precious Sasuke-kun; surely he does them for him more so than for the rest of you.” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively; I had to hold back a laugh seeing Deidara’s face glowing heatedly.
Maybe it was from embarrassment or anger, or perhaps both. I didn’t have a single clue.
“Naruto-baka doesn’t do any sort of favors for any of us; he’s too cheap to offer to buy any of us any leisurely meals, let alone commit himself to daily slavery, yeah.”
“... So... that must mean Itachi’s the one who gets you to do those favors, right?”
“... Bitch, yeah.”
“Asshole.”
“She’d rather be a bitch than a jizz-sucker like you.” Sharon inputed; her statement made Deidara shift his blue-eyed glare towards her, silently fuming.
“Deidara, stop raping Shar-chan with your wandering pervy eyes.” Hitomi butted in, linking her arm with her elbow.
Then, he turned to her. “I wasn’t raping her with my eyes; I was merely glowering, yeah.”
Hitomi rolled her eyes. “Pfft! Oh, puh-lease! You call that a look? You were literally undressing her in your head, sicko!”
“I was not, yeah!”
“Was too.”
“Was not, yeah!”
“Was too.”
“No, yeah.”
“Yes, you were.”
“I am NOT an eye-rapist, yeah!”
“Sure, you keep on telling yourself that, you eye-raping, clit-sodomizing, jizz-sucker.”
“BITCH, YEAH!
”
“Man-whore.”
“You... you... You’re one of Santa’s many ho, ho, hoes, yeah!”
“... What... did you just say?” Hitomi looked at him as her amber eyes flared with undeniable, unrelenting hatred; tufts of steam blared from her ears as she unhooked her arm from Sharon’s elbow who took a few cautious steps backward.
“I think it best for us Toys to grab our asses and run off to our respected second period classes...” Lisa imputed bluntly, turning on her heels and dashing off at break-neck speed, nose still buried in her Yaoi manga.
“Yeah... I’m gonna go and see if I can shove a three-foot wide pencil up Naruto’s left eye socket in English...” Sharon’s eyes shifted back and forth, shouted some random word and sprinted off down the stairs to my right.
“Bye, Hitomi! Try not to hurt poor little Deidara too much now.” I waved her off, mentally grinning in as a hint of barely contained glee spread across my face watching as she cracked her knuckles; I risked a two-second head-turning glance back just in time to see Hitomi whispering about how much pain and turmoil she’ll inflict on her and her friends daily tormentor.
Oh my, sounds like Deidara’s getting more than he bargained for. Ah well. Not my problem. Hm... maybe things will be better in Gym.
“Hands are not used to be shoved in there, yeah!”
Though, I highly doubt it.
What evil trickery will befall the Toys in Chapter 4? The possibilities are endless!
Gaara: I’m certain they’ve concluded that much by now; there was really no need for you to inform them of that.
Oh, and I suppose there was plenty of reason for you to try and smother me with that sand of yours?
Gaara: Yes. No. Maybe.
... Why do I like you again?
Gaara: You tell me.
... *Giant sweatdrop*
Note: I don’t own Christopher Pike or any of his novels.
2nd Note: From here on in, I will do my damnest to portray others from their respectful P.O.V. We shall bear witness to how well that bodes for me in this chapter, yes? Be forewarned: If I ever attempt my beloved sadistic Panda-chan, then I’ll be left in a brooding, bloodthirsty mood afterwards (Really, this happened once. Just ask Crazy-chan).
Gaara: ... The hell did you just call me?
...
Um...Gaara: *Motions to perform his infamous Sand Coffin*
Erm... I’d best start this now before Gaara goes Terminator on my ass. Literally.
“Talking”
Thinking to oneself
Emphasis
Shouting
-Whispering-
Writing
Maria-chan’s P.O.V. (I’m gonna try to impersonate Mia-sama! xD)
“Him?”
“Too dorky.”
“Him?”
“Too skinny.”
“Him?”
“His clothes are too bulky; I’ll get paranoid and wonder if he’s concealing some kind of weapon of mass destruction in his drawers. And I don’t mean his dresser drawers either.”
“Him?”
“... Too weird for my tastes. I don’t want anyone out-ranking me in the weirdness department.”
“Him?” Hitomi asked me, gently nudging my chocolate-encrusted forearm with her elbow, plum-colored eyebrows wiggling suggestively.
“No, he’s too normal-looking. You know my views on normal people, Hitomi; they’re scary and want to follow me home, hide out in the bushes near my house and then gang-rape me like the stalker-freaks I know they are.”
“Maria, child, has anyone ever informed you that you need to get your head examined?” Sharon suddenly imputed, glancing up from a complicated formula that she couldn’t comprehend to the fullest, a faint smirk etching unto her face before it vanished, replaced by that infamous impassive glare she reserved for anyone who caught her on a “bad day”.
Rumors say that Deidara still has the scars on parts he would never display to the general public from the last prank she pulled on him when he insulted her on said “bad day”; a good old-fashioned stunt involving three cords of rope, twenty gallons of tar, a bagful of chicken feathers, and a cheese grater while being suspended upside-down above the gymnasium floor.
Lord knows the poor son-of-a-bitch has never looked at her the same way again. Oh wow, how long have I been sitting here like a mentally-deprived woman? I’d better answer her question.
“Yes, Sharon. And do you know what they’ve unearthed from my head? Absolutely nothing!”
“I can believe that.” Lisa chimed in; Hitomi laughed, Sharon’s shoulders quaked with silent chuckles, and Lisa smiled then returned to her beloved Yaoi manga, not bothering to attain a head-start on the assignment Kakashi-sensai had given everyone until the end of the period to complete.
“Thanks! Hey, wait a cotton-picking minute! Are you implying that I’m an idiot?!”
“Maria, sweetie, I think you’ve implied it yourself.” Hitomi said, then sighed and snatched Lisa’s science paper that only had her name written in the top-left-hand corner of the page; placing pencil to paper, she scribbled down answers; she repeated this process three times until, finally, she had completed everyone’s assignments.
“Pass me the sulfuric acid and the Bunsen Burner, Maria.”
“Why? What, are you gonna help Kisame?”
“... Something pertaining to the nature, yes.”
“Sharon-san?” She turned towards the lazy, yet expectant, voice; Kakashi was idly staring at her over the top of his porno novel.
“Yes, Kakashi-sensai?”
“You do know what happens when you mix an acidic compound with a base mixture, I hope?” She smiled a bit sheepishly; the Bunsen Burner and mathematical-impossible-for-her-to-comprehend solutions concealed in bottles quivered just under Kisame’s nose, who was glaring lightly as a few drops struck the shiny fire; a faint malevolent hiss came as a billow of gray smoke floated up to Kisame’s face.
“Of course I do, sensai.”
She added a few more drops to the fire.
...
...
...
BANG!
~~After the dreaded Science class~~
Holy crap! Sharon is freaking insane; I don’t care how many times she’s told me that she’s already halfway there! One minute she’s sitting her little bottom in her chair, slacking off like a good little girl, and then the next she’s testing the laboratory chemicals to see what side-effects they’ll have on Deidara while screaming something about “the power of Science compels you!”
I realize she’s one of my best buds and all, but... Sometimes she scares me. A lot. Oo
“I don’t know what you’re PMSing about myself, Maria. All she did was-”
“I am not PMSing, Hitomi.”
“The point is-”
“There is no point; life has no meaning. You’re born, live a few short decades, then you die and rot in a hole in the ground.”
“Oh, so now you’re going all Goth/Emo on us, are you? Pfft. You fucking Toy Corner poser.”
“Hey, don’t diss me, biz-natch! I have a friend back home who was made an honorary member of da hood!”
“Maria, don’t embarrass yourself more than you already have. And for the love of all that is perverse, don’t try to act like those fags from Gangster Corner; it’s not healthy.” Sharon imputed, looking from a three-book-for-the-price-of-one novel: The Last Vampire by Christopher Pike.
“That is true, but I’m not the one who reeks of an experiment gone haywire.” I remarked bluntly, raising a brow for emphasis while looking at her soot-smothered features and charcoal-studded hair; she flushed a bit, obviously embarrassed, when Lisa and Hitomi burst out laughing.
“Hey now, that was uncalled for.”
“So was exploding that chemistry equipment in Kisame’s face.”
“That was not uncalled for.”
“No, but it was still morally unjust.”
“Again, no it wasn’t. It was ingenious.”
“Ingenious, yes. Funny, yes. Immoral, yes. Idiotic, yes.”
“You didn’t seem to think it was funny when Kisame turned and glared at you.”
“Neither did you when Gaara did said glaring at you.”
“... Maria?”
“’Cha?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt your little squabble girls, but what class do we Toys have next?” Lisa asked, momentarily tearing her eyes away from her Yaoi manga; truth be told, I think Lisa mentally molests those poor, unsuspecting anime men when nobody’s looking. Poor, poor Ryou-chan, the huggable, rapeable little not-so-innocent angel; he never stood a chance. He will be missed dearly.
“I’ll do the honors.” I declared, reaching behind and whipping out my school schedule, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as one name flashed before my shrinking pupils: Might Gai.
“Oooooh! Mariaaaaaaa-chaaaaaaaaan! You got the spandex-wearing loser next!” Hitomi taunted.
“Hitomi... be quiet. Be quiet or else...” Wow, don’t I sound like the most non-intimidating person you’ve ever witnessed? This sucks a ton of monkey balls; it’s not my fault my genetic pool is screwed up and I’m the second shorty-short-short girl in our Corner. I demand a recount, damn it!
“I’d rather the spandex-wearing loser and the loser look-a-like than the chain-smoking English teacher. You know... I think it’s Rock Lee who’s always following him around because I know that the loser-wannabe secretly stalks Might Gai and fantasies about slipping roofies into his martini before dragging him off to some sleazy, cheap-ass motel where he will remove his kidneys and leave his defiled carcass in a tub of ice cubes in favor of selling them to some crack-addict with an organ fetish named Jim-Joe-Bob Jr. ... And if that wasn’t the most lamest statement you guys have heard from me, then strap me down, prod a spoonful of morphine in my mouth and call me one crazy cracka’! Oh yeah!”
I proceeded to do a victory dance, which mainly consisted of me wiggling my index fingers in the air and shaking them while turning in a circle; sadly, this pitiful dance of victory was far better and more appealing than my attempt at break-dancing when Sharon had splashed indene onto Deidara’s clothes.
Of course then came a little voice informing me that it was to be expected of me, the Queen of Awkwardness; Supreme Ruler of all that is perverse and vulgar.
I’m not one to negotiate through stuff peacefully, I’m just a violent bitch; I’m one to condole violence! YAY VIOLENCE! Blood orgy, blood orgy!
My first decree as your Almighty Highness is to demand that all reading material be nothing but smut, the goodness that is Hentai and the lovable Yaoi! All who refuse to heed to my demand shall be roasted over a roaring fire and fed to...
Hm... Gaara maybe? Oo If later I discover he’s been a nasty baby-eating, eye-plucking, ass-banging pedophile/necrophiliac, then he shall be the first to suffer my wrath first-hand! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Bow down to the awesomeness that is me! Your feeble minds now belong to no other than the source of your demise, pathetic mortals! You are DOOMED!
“Maria, we’re not guys; we’re girls in case you failed to notice.” Lisa pointed out, snapping me out of my daze.
But since when did I ever let a comment like that disrupt my fits of random insanity?
The answer is never, of course.
And the answer to my meaningless life is four hundred and sixty-two, since most believe the answer to life’s voluminous collection of questions is seven or thirteen, the most unholy of numbers, deeming us all of catastrophe and misfortune; whoever jackass that got up one day and proclaimed that the answer to my life is of higher or lesser value than four hundred and sixty-two, then he must be a big fat liar-liar-plants-for-hire!
“I didn’t set Rock Lee’s spandex on fire! I swear! It was the leprechauns; they’re bloody frigging mad I tell you! I mean... what?” I put on my most dreadful ‘I’m innocent and proven not guilty on all charges and accusations held against me, what the ruddy hell have you been smoking’ look; the three of them instantly burst out into hysterical laughter, too used to me and my insanity to cast queer, I-suspect-that-girl-has-finally-lost-it glances my way.
“Retard, yeah.”
Unlike a certain blue-eyed blonde. Can you guess who it is?
Give up, already? So soon? You sure you don’t wish to take a meaningful stab at a little, teeny-itty-bitty guess?
Meh! Your stupidity and ignorance sicken the authoress! Who else has dubbed us girls in Toy Corner to be retarded, queer, or some other dimwitted remark?
“Deidara, go away, you Gay-Lord!”
He frowned. “Do I look gay to you, yeah?”
Why is it that virtually every man on this godforsaken Earth gets testy when a girl challenges their sexuality? Heh, heh. Testy... testy... testic- Oooooookkkkkkkaaaaaaayyyyyyy! Let’s get back to the story before the authoress starts to get perverted thoughts!
“Well, you see Deidara, since you hail from Royal Corner...”
“What does me being in Royal Corner have anything to do with my sexuality, yeah?”
“Think about it for a moment. Itachi’s the most feminine-looking dude in your Corner next to yourself, right? Plus, you lot tend to dress more like the Goths or some kind of creature that I can’t even dare to imagine. Then there’s Naruto, the most ignorant, oblivious-to-a-girl’s-attraction guy I’ve come across. How did he manage to wiggle his way into Royal Corner anyway? Bribes? Gaara’s sick way of an Initiation Ritual? Or maybe... he does favors for you guys, yes? What about Sakura’s precious Sasuke-kun; surely he does them for him more so than for the rest of you.” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively; I had to hold back a laugh seeing Deidara’s face glowing heatedly.
Maybe it was from embarrassment or anger, or perhaps both. I didn’t have a single clue.
“Naruto-baka doesn’t do any sort of favors for any of us; he’s too cheap to offer to buy any of us any leisurely meals, let alone commit himself to daily slavery, yeah.”
“... So... that must mean Itachi’s the one who gets you to do those favors, right?”
“... Bitch, yeah.”
“Asshole.”
“She’d rather be a bitch than a jizz-sucker like you.” Sharon inputed; her statement made Deidara shift his blue-eyed glare towards her, silently fuming.
“Deidara, stop raping Shar-chan with your wandering pervy eyes.” Hitomi butted in, linking her arm with her elbow.
Then, he turned to her. “I wasn’t raping her with my eyes; I was merely glowering, yeah.”
Hitomi rolled her eyes. “Pfft! Oh, puh-lease! You call that a look? You were literally undressing her in your head, sicko!”
“I was not, yeah!”
“Was too.”
“Was not, yeah!”
“Was too.”
“No, yeah.”
“Yes, you were.”
“I am NOT an eye-rapist, yeah!”
“Sure, you keep on telling yourself that, you eye-raping, clit-sodomizing, jizz-sucker.”
“BITCH, YEAH!
”
“Man-whore.”
“You... you... You’re one of Santa’s many ho, ho, hoes, yeah!”
“... What... did you just say?” Hitomi looked at him as her amber eyes flared with undeniable, unrelenting hatred; tufts of steam blared from her ears as she unhooked her arm from Sharon’s elbow who took a few cautious steps backward.
“I think it best for us Toys to grab our asses and run off to our respected second period classes...” Lisa imputed bluntly, turning on her heels and dashing off at break-neck speed, nose still buried in her Yaoi manga.
“Yeah... I’m gonna go and see if I can shove a three-foot wide pencil up Naruto’s left eye socket in English...” Sharon’s eyes shifted back and forth, shouted some random word and sprinted off down the stairs to my right.
“Bye, Hitomi! Try not to hurt poor little Deidara too much now.” I waved her off, mentally grinning in as a hint of barely contained glee spread across my face watching as she cracked her knuckles; I risked a two-second head-turning glance back just in time to see Hitomi whispering about how much pain and turmoil she’ll inflict on her and her friends daily tormentor.
Oh my, sounds like Deidara’s getting more than he bargained for. Ah well. Not my problem. Hm... maybe things will be better in Gym.
“Hands are not used to be shoved in there, yeah!”
Though, I highly doubt it.
What evil trickery will befall the Toys in Chapter 4? The possibilities are endless!
Gaara: I’m certain they’ve concluded that much by now; there was really no need for you to inform them of that.
Oh, and I suppose there was plenty of reason for you to try and smother me with that sand of yours?
Gaara: Yes. No. Maybe.
... Why do I like you again?
Gaara: You tell me.
...
*Giant sweatdrop*