Post by lostandtorn616 on Apr 8, 2007 10:02:02 GMT -5
-------- 1 Hour Later --------
My P.O.V.
Dear Sae-chan,
Why, oh WHY, must I be sent into the throes of subtle coercion? Why must I have to suffer hour after hour within this godforsaken school! What did I do to deserve such punishment; truly, this must be a life sentence for my past felonies!
... And, now that I think of it Sae-chan, why did I just refer to you – a book of all things – as if you were a living, breathing person by handing you a name? Twice, may I add. Maybe Crazy-chan is right. Maybe I have gone insane, just like she went insane; honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I have.
It’s not like I would never expect it to not happen, right?
Oh, damn my soul to Hell and back... I think I’ve gone and confused myself, and if not, then it’s probably because of this school. I STILL don’t see the point in running around, acting like retarded, juvenile individuals of the judicial system hoping to be sent to an asylum for the criminally psychotic.
In fact, I haven’t informed you of just HOW things are done around here, have I? Well, because I wish to be blunt and to-the-point, and because I don’t want to waste more valuable time than I intend to (can you believe the sarcasm in that statement?), I guess I’ll start with the basics.
Unlike other more fortunate public schools, this particular foundation is run by specific ‘groups’, or ‘cliques’, if you want to call everyone here that, but around here, we all call them ‘Corners’. Yeah, I know. Retarded, isn't it?
Everyone who’s everyone, or anyone who’s a nobody, is sorted into a Corner which is best suited for them on the first day; mainly, this occurs because of their outward appearance, looks, attire, the ‘queer vibes’, the ‘girly man’ vibes, or the ‘downright horrid vibes’ they give off.
Virgin Corner – People who blush like the Holy Virgin in Health class, or if the topic of sexual relations happens to pop up.
Goth Corner – People who, of course, don nothing but (mostly) revealing, bondage, black clothing, chains, top felt hats, have six diamond studs in each ear, and are constantly smoking; even in class.
Whore Corner – I guess that one’s self-explanatory in itself.
Gender Bender Corner – Girls who dress in a manly sort of clothing, and vice-versa. (I think I accidentally bumped into one of them after coming out of the bathroom on the third floor a few weeks back. ... I also think I was mentally undressed by him/her/it. SICK!)
Mad Scientist Corner – Truthfully, I can’t imagine any of these folks in this Corner actually plotting to overthrow the world and drowning our feeble minds in their superb intelligence, but Maria-chan’s told me she thinks in contrast to my beliefs; just last week she mentioned that she peeked over the shoulder of the dude with the horn-rimmed glasses and brown eyes seated in front of her, and swore to every supernatural force that he was sketching a formula for an atomic bomb.
Pamela Anderson Corner – Typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed, I-possess-no-centimeter-of-conception-in-my-entire-being-but-I-have-a-bigger-rack-than-you Corner. Infested with the horrifying, diabolic peppiness of ‘young ladies’ who have the mentality of pre-teen delinquents, and think of the world entirely in kittens and rainbows. Each come prancing in through the school doors, four at a time; sculptured in their glowing, frilly, knee-high dresses; reeking of some expensive French perfume, and more makeup than I’ve seen on a Russian mistress.
Rumor has it that the head honcho of the bunch, Silvana, slept with the principal just to achieve overall passing academic marks; good enough to get her into any college or university Daddy Dearest wants, and whose pockets are as bottomless as my stomach. (She’s the sore loser of a busty, cum-drinking, cock-sucking Hell-raiser who was harassing Lisa-chan on her first day here. Note to self: Buy a Shank.)
Junkie Corner – Cocaine. Marijuana. Crack. Dope. You name it they smoke it, or inject it into their stoned systems. The guys and girls in this Corner, whether for or against their willpower, trudge in here, stinking of whatever high-quality drug they can get their calloused little paws on, hair tussled and clothes in disarray; it’s not just drugs they’re addicted to, some are whacked up on alcohol, and others on usual things like chocolate, caffeine, or caramel. Weirdos.
Gangster Corner – Guys who dress much like 50 Cent; diamond-and-gold encrusted earrings; fifty thousand dollar watches; white caps twisted sideways, and long overcoats most likely sewn from the carcass (dried, skinned, and properly handled before selling them, I would hope) of some endangered species. ... Did I mention these guys are rarely seen without one or two scarlet women attached to each hand?
Punk Corner – Guys and gals alike who dress similar to the Goths, Gangsters, and Junkies, but with their own unique flare of style; they can be found lounging outside the cafeteria, discussing what band split up and whether said band will be recruiting for new replacements, who can beat up who, and who last visited the principal’s office. Although, they’re usually just sitting outside near the oak tree, bobbing their heads, and sometimes screaming, along with the lyrics to Blink 182, My Chemical Romance, and Green Day.
Yeah, WAY TO BE ORIGINAL YOU BUNCH OF STUPID EMO ASSHOLES! Though... there IS an Emo Corner.
Royal Corner – The crème of the crop. Genius and mentally unbalanced molded together. If the saying ‘Play With Fire and You Get Burned’ associates with these manly men, then it sure as hell does suit them; one quick glance would tell anyone that. Shame that they tend to think with the head between their legs instead of the one attached to their shoulders. The boys who see girls as nothing but their toys; once used and broken, they chuck them away and hunt for a brand-spanking new one, one that will bend to their every fucking will, whim, and want.
A List of Its Members (Whom I have heard of, or have come into non-physical contact with):
Uchiha Itachi: The king of kings.
Most Distinguishing Features: Black hair and charcoal eyes.
Blood Relations: Uchiha Sasuke.
Number of Potential Victims: Five hundred and counting. (This also, unfortunately, includes the amount of girls he’s supposedly had a one-night stand with.)
Hoshigaki Kisame: Itachi’s right-hand man.
Most Distinguishing Features: Unnatural gray-blue complexion, spiky blue hair, beady black eyes, and strange gill-shaped creases on his cheeks; lastly, as an addition, whenever he grins, his teeth are triangular; like a shark’s. (No wonder Maria calls him a shark.)
Blood Relations: Unknown.
Number of Potential Victims: Unknown. (He’s the sadistic jackass who’s always picking on Maria; she must be a so-called ‘Favorite’ of his, since he has a favored type of girl he likes to torment. For the remainder of the semester.)
Uchiha Sasuke: Itachi’s younger brother.
Most Distinguishing Features: Black hair and charcoal eyes.
Blood Relations: Uchiha Itachi.
Number of Potential Victims: Unknown. Estimated Guess: Somewhere close to a hundred.
Deidara: Sesori’s rival and most trusted friend (if you could call him that).
Most Distinguishing Features: Feminine blonde hair and blue eyes, only one which can be seen.
Blood Relations: Unknown.
Number of Potential Victims: Unknown. (People have whispered that he’s the only “nice guy” in the whole pack.)
Sesori: Itachi’s left-hand man; Deidara’s arch-enemy, rival, and friend altogether.
Most Distinguishing Features: Rust-tinted hair.
Blood Relations: None.
Number of Potential Victims: Unknown.
Orochimaru: Most Distinguishing Features: Ebony hair, bleach-white skin tone, and golden snake-like eyes, including a tongue that stretches out to the moon.
Blood Relations: None.
Number of Potential Victims: Unknown (or unaccounted for.)
Sabaku Gaara: Most Distinguishing Features: Blood-red to garnet-colored hair, pale complexion, sea-green eyes with dark circles accompanying them (most likely due to insomnia), and ‘Love’ is tattooed in dark red kanji on his forehead.
Blood Relations: Elder siblings named Temari and Kankuro.
Number of Potential Victims: Unknown and/or Unaccounted for. (Supposedly, he’s had more victims than Itachi has had six round-a-bout cycles of non-stop sex with three of his whores in a single night.)
Although, I must say... He DOES have a nice chest, which I had the pleasure of gazing at in P.E. class yesterday... WHAT THE HELL AM I WRITING!! BAD! BAD! AM I ON CRACK OR SOMETHING!?
Toy Corner: Losers. Loser-wannabes. Luna chicks. Yaoi-obsessed. Anti-social. Bipolar. If God had leftover bloody tissue and had no clue whatsoever what to do with it, then (with reasonable, probable cause) he disposed of it down into the deepest, darkest, dankest bowels of Hell where Satan fashioned a discreet group of human beings who are lower than the mud on someone belonging to Royal Corner’s shoes, then it was without a shadow of a doubt us: Toy Corner.
A List of Our Members:
Hyuga Hinata: A “Sweet Girl” in the fullest. An angel inside and out. Mix a lost kitten and an innocent, shy eleven year-old girl who blushes uncontrollably and gets flustered at the smallest thing, add a dash of melancholy and a hint of cinnamon, sugar, and spice to make it all nice, and you get Hinata.
Distinguishable Features: Midnight blue hair, pale complexion, and the most stunning lilac-white eyes I’ve ever seen; according to rumors, her eyes are hereditary.
Blood Relations: Younger sister Hyuga Hanabi and cousin Hyuga Neji; one’s a curious sweetheart, while the other’s a total, rotten-to-the-core, self-righteous prick who’s constantly preaching about destiny.
Side Note: She’s the one who gets taunted and teased the most in our Corner – with Maria coming in as a second afterthought, and then Lisa a dead third. I swear if I catch that little blonde-haired, blue-eyed, bubble-headed bastard calling her “that weird girl” again, I’ll do something so horrifying he’ll suffer emotional scars for the rest of his pathetic existence!
Maruyama Hitomi: Mrs. Split Personality. Instead of having one functioning mind like normal people, it seems like she has two minds working simultaneously to prevent her from being persuaded to join the “Dark Side”; otherwise what’s commonly referred to us as for her to be degraded enough to become a flirtatious whore or Itachi’s promiscuous girl.
Distinguishable Features: Plum-colored hair, fair skin, and honey almond-shaped eyes.
Blood relations: None.
Side Note: She and Tenten go together like peanut butter and jam; if one starts trouble, then the other ends it, whether by peaceful negotiations, or with violence. To put it simply, they are a force to be reckoned with.
Haruno Sakura: Loud mouth. Hot-tempered. Her blood is as searing as fire itself, this girl’s a tough cookie to crack – next to our latest addition, Tenten. She believes strongly in courage, and mainly encourages Hinata whenever she’s down on her luck.
Distinguishable Features: Bright pink hair and emerald green eyes.
Blood Relations: None.
Side Note: She and Ino are always constantly arguing, and competing for Sasuke’s attention; though, I wouldn’t tell them it to their faces, I don’t think he’s noticing them. And if he does, then he doesn’t care. Because of this, they’ve exchanged many brutal words and degrading insults due to their bitter rivalry; Sakura has gone so far as to dub Ino as a “little pig”.
Yamanaka Ino: Stuck up. Daddy’s Little Girl. Precious Princess. Damsel in Distress. She finds a way to whine or complain about anything, and I do mean ANYTHING. Mainly it’s Sakura, though; calling her “forehead brow”.
Distinguishable Features: Platinum blonde hair and dark blue eyes.
Blood Relations: None.
Side Note: None. ... For the moment.
Tenten: A downright feminist if I ever knew one, a strong-willed, and physically-orientated madieness at that; she strongly believes that females can be just as talented as men, if not more. Everyone knows, inside or outside of Toy Corner, not to mess with her; as luck would have it, she gets in the most fights, and is usually the first to spot trouble – and the primary source of it.
Distinguishable Features: Dark brown hair done in an odango style and dark brown eyes. (1)
Blood Relations: None.
Side Note: None.
I just realized something; I’ve gone and stuffed eight pages worth of this useless school, and how it’s crappy systematic rules are implied and whatnot into you, Sae-chan. ... EW!
Shit! I have to go. Kakashi-sensai is giving me the Evil Eye. The perverted ass.
“Maria-chan...? What the hell happened to you?” I asked after closing my journal, reaching out and timidly prodding a glob of gooey, melted chocolate frosting (now dry and encrusted to her clothes) off her black t-shirt, a small frown tugging at my lips; pursing her lips, a dark, foreboding glare crossed her face as she pouted a little, crossing her arms.
“Kisame happened.” She muttered half-heartedly.
To my left, Lisa sighed then rolled her flexible notebook like a newspaper, swatting Maria’s head with it; a dull thwack sounded when coiled paper met with our friend’s womanish-boyish hair. “Bad Maria! Bad girl! Didn’t I tell you that the gigantic waste of human space wouldn’t cease with his endless pranks? Didn’t I?” She added a final strike to Maria’s temple for emphasis.
“Yeah, you did, but since when does Maria ever listen to us? Speaking of which, isn’t this the fifth time this week your ‘Kisa-kun’ went and tried to embarrass you enough not to show your face at this school for an entire month?”
“Oh thanks, you guys. That made me feel sooooooooooo much better.” Maria replied in a painful sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes, blinking to make it less obvious.
“Since when did you learn to roll out a word here and there?” I asked, half-joking, half-serious.
“Since when did you become a comedian?” she replied, smirking.
“Hey, dudettes! Don’t look now, but losers at twelve o’clock!” Hitomi exclaimed, indicating towards the threshold of doom with her pointer finger, known as the entrance to our Science class; first period on a Friday morning, can things wind up getting more complicated and dreadful?
I WISH it was twelve o’clock, Hitomi. Unfortunately, fate won’t be kind to us today.
“The four of you are late.” Kakashi-sensai stated dully, a bored look crossing his face partially concealed by a blue mask as he idly glanced up from his pornographic novel, nicely entitled Ichaicha Tendou (2) in bold lettering.
“We know.” Kisame remarked in a nonchalant tone, a large, shark-like grin stretching from ear to ear as his beady black eyes scoured the classroom, looking like a butcher wielding a clever had just waltzed into a slaughter house full of disposable, insignificant workers who were long since proven to be of any further use; his morning greeting grew more festive as his gaze deadlocked on Maria, snickering to himself as he gave a sudden leap and landed gracefully on the empty desk in front of her, immediately folding his hands together and inching his face in closer.
“So, did my little Ria have any trouble getting ready this morning?”
“...”
“Oh, not going to talk? Or is your mouth glued shut because of the sugary substances dribbling down your face?”
“...”
Kisame shrugged, but still retaining that gut-wrenching smile of his. “I seem to recall you informing me that, for a female, your feminine sex organs were bigger than mine. You said you could handle my torment, but now you don’t go into one of your amusing tantrums; maybe you don’t have bigger balls than me after all, hm?”
“... Kisame?” Maria’s voice suddenly piped up; he looked down at her, his grin faltering a bit.
“Yes?”
“Your sword hasn’t been fondled by a woman’s hands, or penetrated a woman’s clitoris for such a long time that you’ve apparently taken the term ‘blue balls’ to an entirely new level.”
In the span of six seconds, many things happened; Lisa’s hands, which had been quietly reaching for both her manga book and her scrunched up notepad to attack him mercilessly, and then return to her Yaoi-infested mind, dangled off to the sides of her metal chair, staring blankly at Maria and Kisame; Itachi simply observed the scene taking place before him, sharing the impassive look crafted unto Gaara’s face; Deidara was barking with laughter, his eyes overflowing with tears while holding his sides; Kisame was, in short, utterly stunned, blinking confusedly; Maria smirked in triumph, her dark chocolate eyes glittering innocently behind her glasses; Hitomi, and myself included, sprung from our seats, prodding fun at her would-be stalker-freak.
“HA! IN YOUR FACE, YOU CETACEAN BASTARD!” she shrieked in childish mirth, dramatically pointing a finger at Kisame.
“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! BBBBUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNN!” I hissed, droning out my mockery through clenched teeth, my canines grinding against my incisors, grinning fiendishly before Kakashi finally decided to put a stop to our ensuing madness; all in all, it was excellent timing on our sensai’s part because Kisame looked as if he wanted nothing more than to break every bone in my body, then commence with his ‘Bone Breaking Technique’ on Hitomi; you could practically sense the demonic blood lust radiating off his shivering form, most likely from anger or embarrassment, or perhaps both.
“Hitomi-san. Sharon-san. That’s quite enough.”
“Yes, Kakashi-sensai.” We responded in robotic tones, bowing out of respect, then plopping our puny little butts in our selected seats, dutifully chosen by our perverted, porno-loving teacher; on the bright side, he made sure to put most of us away from the rest of the classmates, except me, Maria, Lisa, and Hitomi were seated next to one another; on the not-so-bright side, all the desks were bilateral, meaning they were meant for two people.
Apparently, one of the rules in Kakashi’s room was that the bilateral desks each had to contain this pairing: one boy and one girl. And that, of course, left little to no exceptions. For anyone; even Royal Corner.
What’s worse, he constructed the seating arrangements.
It went something like this:
(Boy/Girl)
Hitoshi/Ami
Jun/Akio
Nobuo/Fumiko
Mamoru/Aya
Radien/Chieko
Shigeru/Hana
Tadashi/Izanami
Yasushi/Kayo
Deidara/Hitomi
Itachi/Lisa
Kisame/Maria
Gaara/Me
I scowled down at the hand-written note scribbled in a flurry: And you wondered what I meant when I told you that Satan had a boner for you. ~Lisa
I groaned, then proceeded to slam my head into my desk, despite the oncoming pangs of agony started to bang itself at full capacity into my skull, making my brain hurt; even the process of thought was beginning to be a real pain in the anal hole.
This year’s gonna be hell for me.
“Now that everyone’s settled down, I have to inform you of my first impression of the entire class.”
“Akio, you and your sister, Fumiko, are polar opposites; you’re the innocent, sweet, brainless sister who cowers in fear behind your twin when the going gets tough.” Fumiko laughed to herself at this. “And you, Fumiko, like to pick fights with people twice your height, weight, and intelligence. Hm... I wonder if that means your sister is the smart one.”
Fumiko’s chuckling abruptly stopped.
“Ami, you’re the most average-looking student I’ve had in a while. Tedious. You know not to speak unless spoken to; even then, it’s a one or two-worded sentence. And, yet... You’re a complete oddball.” Ami just stared with a confused look on her face; light blue tresses cascading over light red eyes, shimmering with unshed tears.
“Aya. Hmm... What to say, what to say. Well, I guess it would be appropriate enough for me to say that for a beautiful name, your appearance makes me question whether you have any potential to score big with a man; once you’ve hit puberty then maybe, just maybe, you’ll stand a chance.”
“Chieko. Splendid name, and spirited too.” She beamed in approval hearing this. “But... I was wondering... Were your parents confident giving you a name that is far too feminine for a paradox like yourself?” Her face darkened, muttering incoherent words to herself.
“Hana. In short, you are most certainly not as your name suggests. You are probably overlooked at home, like a middle child. Nor does your appearance give any sort of inkling that you are ‘budding’, or ‘blooming’. You are what we call a late bloomer. A very late bloomer.”
“Izanami. Your name too gives many suggestions. It means ‘female who invites’, am I correct? Well then, surely you are invited to commence with all kinds of things.” (You know what he means. Hint, hint: sexual acts.)
“Kayo. Beautiful and giving generation; that’s what it means, yes? I shudder to think what holds for your future generations.”
“Hmm... Sharon, Lisa, and Maria.” He paused, an impassive glance stared the three of us down, which we returned with light glares, silently daring him to insult us; a moment of blissful silence later his uncovered eye curved, suggesting that Kakashi was smiling. “Well, I have nothing I wish to imput about you three. For now.”
I mentally cheered; Maria had a wide, pleased smile plastered on her lightly sun-kissed face; Lisa, though her face was buried in her manga book once again, was smirking.
In short, Kakashi was less optimistic to the boys; there was only so many times a man could dub another man a ‘misdemeanor, callous freak whose intelligence would shake the foundations of pushovers across the globe’ without it getting old.
To top that off, he didn’t hand any degrading words to Itachi, Kisame, or Gaara either; I found that a bit weird, but then I figured their reputations had somehow swayed to their favor.
It wouldn’t surprise me if that was the case; those three can be tough customers.
“Alright. Now that that’s over and done with, I must point out that the seats you’re all settled in will be your seats for the remainder of the semester.”
Oh, joy to the world! Now I can only pray to God Almighty that the freak next to me doesn’t gut and rape me before this semester’s over. ... Hell, maybe he’s the sadomasochist kind of guy and kill me first, then have his way with my bleeding carcass, and leave it to be further defiled by necrophiliacs. Damn, how random can my mind get?
“Kisame! Leave me alone, ya butt munch!” Maria cried out irritably; her seating partner was, currently, nibbling, sucking, and purposely licking away any and all remnants of the chocolaty goodness Maria’s left earlobe possessed, which earned him – as an automatic response, as it was – some futile shoves.
“I can’t help it; you taste good.”
“That’s because of you, dumbass!”
“Is it. Why is that.” He responded; though, stated would’ve fitted the way he spoke.
“BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR LAME ASS PRANK, YOU TWIDDLING DORK!”
“Ouch. That hurt.” Kisame feigned an offended look, placing a hand on his heart.
“It did not hurt, you insensitive jerkwad!” Maria fumed and, then, screeching like an enraged Banshee, promptly kicked her foot out, slamming the heel of her shoe into Kisame’s groin. “That hurt, you bastard!”
“Ooooooh! Kisame, you got owned, yeah!” Deidara hollered, bursting out in a fit of hysteria, looking on while Kisame rolled on the floor, gripping his now sore ‘blue balls’ in pain and swearing profoundly; probably cursing Maria and her children, and her children’s children, to the burning underworld.
“...” Lisa rolled her eyes; unbeknown to her, Itachi was inconspicuously leaning over her shoulder, charcoal eyes swirling over the pages displaying what would’ve been mentally injuring scenarios to other more masculine men; in the Uchiha’s case, however, he felt a little amused, his lips quirking a bit as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
(1) Odango is reference to a hairstyle (like Tenten’s) that resembles panda ears. xD Yay for learning!
(2) Ichaicha Tendou is the Japanese title for Kakashi’s porno novel; roughly translated into English, it means Make Out Paradise. I want that book, so badly. ^_^
So, how was that, my precious? I know it took me forever, but I finally posted something to this! *Cheers for herself* Now, the next update you will have to wait for is Incubus, followed by Run My Sweet Little Prey. Okay?