CHAPTER ONE
Trash was everywhere, evenly distributed on the floor around the lazy-boi couch Natsuki was lazily lying on, one leg just barely reaching the 'carpet' (if it still existed) and the other nowhere to be seen beneath the countless beer cans, snack wrappers, and food cartons gotten from the restaurant across her small apartment in Tokyo.
With eyes half closed, the woman was constantly changing channels with one hand, and the other hand held one of the only things that kept her motivated nowadays - a mayonnaise sandwhich - she took three large bites, and it was gone. With a grunt, she turned off the T.V. with a swift flick of a finger,then adruptly throwing the remote some 5ft away into what looked like a mountain of.. for lack of a better word, shit.
Looking at the time, she yet again let out a soft, slow groan, realizing she has to go to work at her shithole of a job as a science teacher at a low-budjet highschool. Her friends say she should be more appreciative (getting enough money to survive and all), but shit, it sucked ass. The teenagers were either A) Wanna-be gangsters, or B).. Wanna-be gangsters. They were all the same.
It was 6:45AM and she had untill 8:00AM to get to her class, but she knew that her slow ass would use up every single moment of that time, and get there at the last moment. Getting up too quickly, a headache followed. Sighing, she remembered last night where Nao dragged her to a night club that was currently popular - and for the life of her, she couldn't remember the name. It didn't matter, anyway. Nao works for Mai at a restaurant two blocks away from the school I work at, so she always visits me during lunch and after work. It bugs me, adding to my already stacked stress, but she just won't back off.
*FLASHBACK*
"Hey, hey, hey, hey Naattsuukkii~ wanna go to that club everyones been talkin' about lately? You know which one i'm talkin' about? No one else wants to come, and it's lame going by myself! Mai's going to a dinner party, or some shit like that, and Mikoto, just like the dumb cat she is, clings to her. Reito, you know him, work-o-holic, there's no way he's goin'." she let out her best pout, lip quivering.
Unfased, I refused. "No," and threw my infamous glare at her. "I'm going home. This fucking place always ruins my mood, those damn teenagers and fucking attitude. Leave me alone!" I hiss.
Ignoring my words and my glare, Nao smirked and dragged me by the sleeve of my shirt to the used car she bought a couple years back - a pretty crappy looking car if you ask me - rust here and there, and the paint slowly peeling back at the roof of the car. Ugly burgandy colored car, and it smelled funny on the inside.(Not like I should be talking - considering I pretty much live in garbage) With a loud grunt, I decided to hell with it, i'll go and drink, why not?
Finally situating myself in the passenger seat, Nao was already in the car trying to find a decent enough radio station. Unfortunatley for me, Nao is the kind of person that likes those hard-metal kind of music, so, she found a station dedicated to the genre, and blasted it. Head thumping to the beat of the music, I looked out the window, watching the lights go by.
"We're here, Natsuki~ We're here! this is going to be sooo fun!" Nao gleefully exclaimed after stopping suddenly in front of the so-called club.
".. Woo! fun." I sarcastically sneer. Though in my mind, I was just as excited as she.
There wasn't that much of a line, though, considering it was Tuesday, and all the Hardcore partiers went home Monday morning and sleep all through the week, and come back on Saturday to start the cycle all over again.
That said, when we found a parking spot and went in side after doing the ritual - showing our ID's and all, we 'inhaled' the drinks like there was no tomorrow.
*FLASHBACK*
I knew I had a hangover. I knew I hadn't slept since Nao drunkingly dropped me off at the school to drive my Ducati (my precious motorcycle) home. I knew I was in no way in shape or form sober enough to drive. I got home safe enough, though. I knew I should've slept, but it just didn't come, so I just lazily walked through the trash-filled living room, and plopped on the couch and watched whatever I deemed amusing at the moment.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in my head from the hangover, I manuvered myself to the bathroom and took a quick 10-minute shower. The warm water sort of curing my hangover and waking my up, I dryed myself off, and put on whatever reached my hand first. Jeans and a white and blue shirt that were lying somewhere near my twin-sized bed, and lastly, socks and underwear that were in the top drawer of my dresser. Brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, grabbing my shoes and sliding them on, I grabbed my key and stole a glance at the clock on top of the T.V. It read 7:00AM.
Satisfied with the time, I saunter towards my precious Ducati. She (yes, she has a gender) and mayonnaise is what i'm living for now. Life was boring, it was dull, everything was the same. It may be weird living for these things, but, really, it's all I have. So I straddle the bike, put on my helmet, and I rev the engine a couple times, and head in the direction of the the hell-ridden school. Of course, I take the long way, just to fuck with time.
Just as I said, I got to the school at 7:55AM. 55 minutes to my destination, when it should of been 20 minutes. I'm telling you, I fuck with time, and i'm loving it. Parking in my spot that plainly said "Kuga, Natsuki" I took off my helmet, put it in it's special compartment, I dreadfully head to class. I'm no way scared of this school, or even the students, i'm telling you it just adds to stress.
Skillfully dodging all the things coming my way while heading to my class - building D room 241 - I open the door, and the roar that was going on before I came in just trippled. The girls and boys screaming, yelling, and pretty much acting like dumbasses.
Ignoring them,I grab some chalk, and write what we'll be doing for today on the board. It's the same as usual - I grab their attention for a bit, and I teach them a thing or two, and for a couple minutes before class ends, I dismiss the class,leaving them to do whatever the hell they want. It's lunch finally! Bliss time. No more teaching for 45 minutes. Nao should be here any minute now.
As expected, once I reach the teachers lounge, Nao is enthusiastically talking to some of the other teachers about something that makes them laugh. I don't inquire about it, and I sit somewhere near the window, and quietly eat something I usually grab quickly from some store.
Nao notices me, and talks to me about all sorts of things I care not to mention, and the day quickly goes by. Lunch ends, I head back to the class, diffrent students (because of the diffrent periods) and it's pretty much the same. I write the schedule once again (I had to erase the other one last class because I had to write a bunch of notes from a book the school provides) and it starts all over again. I grab their attention, and so on. The school day ends, and the hangover is creeping up on me again.
I rub my temples, and I head back to the teachers' lounge to grab some of my things. I stop by my own little desk, and I reach into my pockets to get out a little key to open up a small compartment which contains my keys, and my wallet. I head out, when suddenly someone reaches out and grabs my shoulder.
It was the principal, Takani Yuu. "Ahem, Ms. Kuga, I'm sorry I didn't inform you earlier, but I had some pressing matters to attend to earlier today. You'll be getting a transfer student tomorrow, and I need you to grab all the materials for her - Fujino Shizuru - prepared beforehand, and if now, if you'll excuse me. Good day, Ms. Kuga..."
Once he disappeared from sight, I allowed myself to sigh loudly. "Fuck.. and just when I was thinking I was going to go home in one piece, eat, and sleep. What do I get?.. This." I mumble to myself. It takes 30 minutes to find all the crap I need to get (this place needs to fucking organise itself!) Once that was done, I tiredly head to the parking lot, get to the motorcycle, rev the engine and finally head home.