I do not own anything.
I am Hinamori Amu. Everyone at my school undermines me, but I don't mind because I have a friend who will always stick there for me - Souma Kukai. Since he and I live so far away and have to take a station, we have gotten to know each other. I really would prefer if he wouldn't stand up for me.
In class, my seat is at the far corner near the window. I usually see my crush Hotori Tadase in the other class through that window. The school has three major buildings – the gym and two academic buildings. Strangely but fortunately, most of my indoor classes are this classroom and the one behind this one. I share one class with him, but unfortunately, I share every class with the infamous Tsukiyomi Ikuto. He always sits at my seat every day even though I rush. There are only a few classes that he is unable to take my seat – Home economics, art, and math. During home economics and art, we don't have specific seats. Before math, I have science in the same classroom which means I can stay at my seat, but he just takes the seat in front of me. Argh! When will the days of seeing his face be over? If only I could muster up my courage and confront him, but I really doubt he even knows me given his background. Tsukiyomi Ikuto has already been accepted in the elite Easter College that specializes in music, and there he is sitting at my seat enshrouded with his friends Souma Kukai and Fujisaki Nagihiko.
Geez, Kukai-kun, how many times have I told you to move your chat elsewhere? Kukai and Nagi ran out of the room for their class as I thought that question. If you're too chicken to defy this arrogant jerk, I'll have to do it myself. I slid the door, just to be met with mud. I wiped the substance off my thick rimmed glasses to see the culprit Yamabuki Saaya laughing pompously. I glared daggers into her bloated head. She was taken aback at this unfamiliar reaction. What else do you expect when you interrupted someone's declaration of war? Recomposing herself, Saaya snapped her finger. At the snapping sound, the man next to her threw a bucket full of an unknown substance onto me along with the bucket. The bucket hit my forearm, allowing warm blood to flow down my arm. When I took a closer look at what covered me, I widened my eyes, shocked. The slimy substance was frog's eggs. Calm down, Amu-chan. Don't mind the numbing pain in your arm nor the sight or feel of frog's eggs on your body! Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you covered in mud and eggs!
"How do you feel now?" The leader of this entourage smirked. As I picked up the bucket, through my peripheral vision I could see her flinch. After I wiped the unwanted substance off my face and everywhere else into the bucket, I smiled at the perpetrator who hid behind her meat shields and turned to walk to the door. Despite the fact I wasn't looking at her, I knew that she still feared that I may just turn back around and pelt her with these eggs I have. I will not let my anger get the best of me. I was about to reach for the door knob before a voice called for me.
"Hinamori Amu, what do you think you are doing with my frog's eggs?" The teacher's authoritative voice reached every ear in the class. People who cowed at the thought of being associated with the situation hurriedly sat in their seats. Many who couldn't care less minded their own business, continuing on their conversation with another. The remaining who were the culprits acted as the victims. "I can't stand such misconduct in my classroom. Go to Sanjou-sensei's classroom next door and explain to her your disruptive behavior. She shall decide your punishment. What are you standing there for? Get a move on." I am not going to just stand here and take a punishment I deserve. I stood there with my feet firmly planted to the floor. My parents taught me to never let myself be punished without a reason. I could see steam come out from the teacher's nose and ears. His red face told me that I was going to go through a torrent of lectures from his mouth that was pulled down into a scowl, but no lecture came. "Hinamori-san, I will tell you one more time. Go to Sanjou-san's classroom this instance or suffer the consequences. If you have a problem with that, please pull out that petty excuse you have in your sleeve," Recomposing himself, the teacher taunted me.
"I did not take your frog's eggs," I stood steadfast. I was not going to admit something I did not even do. With a deep breath, I pulled myself together, and my honey golden orbs bore into his as he tried to search for any sort of hint. If he had a need to execute a search, I will allow him to search through the gates of my soul. He will find nothing.
"Excuse me, Sensei?" A female student summoned for his attention, attaining a nod from the said person. "I don't mean to intrude on your lecture, but I-I saw Hinamori-san take the f-frog's from your office… I-I tried to stop her, b-but she threatened that i-if I p-p-p-peeped even a w-word she would have slit my throat." Tears were running down her face as if she had also been a victim to my "heinous" crimes. Her friend beside her coaxed her, pretending to glare at me; but when the teacher averted his eyes back to me, no sympathy marked her face. Only joy of my torment could be read on her face.
"Hinamori-san, go now before you do anything to harm my beloved students!" He ordered me away with a wave. He treated me as if I was not one of his students. Murmurs were shared among the others in the class. All supported his side. I don't care how long I have to stand here. I am not lying. I will stand here even if the whole world may be against me.
"I'll take her, Sensei," A familiar voice penetrated this loud ruckus. The owner of the voice dragged me out of that room and down the hall. It didn't take me long to figure out that this was Kukai-kun. In silence, we walked down the stairs, out of the building, and to the back. During the way there, he took the bucket in my hands and instructed one of his friends to rinse off the mud and take it to the Sensei's office. He let go of my arm there and went around the corner. I took a step to follow him, but he appeared with a green rope in his hands.
"Thanks for helping me- AHHHH!" My question became a scream. Dissolving the mud on my clothes, a cold torrent of water ran down my body as Kukai-kun continued to pulverize me perpetually with his new found instrument. I had made my way just a foot away from him with my hands spread to defend myself. Since he had too much fun with this hobby of his, I decided to kill this joy clearly expressed on his face. I tilted the opening of the hose to his face, feeling satisfaction. His hold on the hose fell as he tried to cover his face. I ran back a few meters and discovered the joy on the other end of this "rope". This was the one of the highlights of my days here at school. He ran around the corner to take cover, but I wouldn't let him off easily after spraying an abused girl with cold water. As I rounded the corner, I stopped at that spot. I could see Kukai-kun with a grin that should be erased. He had another green hose in his hands about to explode water onto me. Before he could do that, my last and final accomplishment would be to be the first to fire water at him. I pointed my hose at him, but unfortunately, we hit the other at the same time. We were carefree and drenched as we continued our little water fight. After our whole struggle for dominance, we rested on the grass, drying ourselves out in the sun.
"I admit defeat," I sighed, holding my hands up on the grass.
"It has been a tough battle, but I am dominant," He put a hand over his heart. "As a wage for my win, you shall call me Nii-san for the rest of your life, Idiot-san." He acted dramatic, causing me to laugh a little. "Hey, Hinamori-san, what do you think of Ikuto?" That was an odd question to bring up.
"He's a chair thief. That's for sure," I joked around, erupting a chortle in Ku- I mean Nii-san's throat. "I think he is pretty arrogant and rude for taking a lady's chair, but since he is your friend, I will only consider him a chair thief and nothing more."
"Well, that's great. He's taking you home today. Since you are riding in a public train station, you don't have to worry. He'll have plenty of other seats to take. Don't want to be worrying about your safety while I'm on my date with Utau-san. Well see ya, Hinamori-san," He hastily concluded his announcement and ran off. I didn't bother go after him. So what I'm just taking the four station rides down to my home with the Tsukiyomi Ikuto. I grabbed my bag and headed for the front entrance. The bell rang an hour ago. Why did Ku- I meant Nii-san run… off? NOOOOO~! I have to ride in a train for an hour and a half with the infamous Tsukiyomi Ikuto! What did I ever do to deserve such condemnation?! I know I'll just use the back entrance. What could go so wrong? I am closest to the back anyway. I merrily went on my way. Once my sight could see the back entrance, I smiled. I knew it was right to use the back, and Nii-san calls me an idiot. I strode past the entrance and rounded to the right to see a blur of blue as I passed. Suddenly something pulled onto my collar as I fell backwards. I was waiting for the hard impact to come, but the impact that came was more warming than I thought. I looked ahead of me to see old women blushing at either me or someone behind me… Yup, it's definitely someone behind me.
"Hello, Amu-chan," A deep husky voice breathed into my ear… AHHHHHHHHH~!
Sorry can't update very frequently. Have to focus on school. Please read and review!