It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish
By: Ceriadara
When three new boys arrive at Tokyo High, they're determined to turn it inside out and leave it for dead, just like always. But when they discover a war amidst the hallways...well, let's just say they'll be around for a while.
"Damn. It's big."
"Yeah."
"I mean, it's really, really big."
"Yeah."
"Huge!"
"Uh-huh."
"Colossal!"
"Mm-hmm."
"Giga- Ow! Bryan!"
"You didn't have to hit him."
"So?"
The three teens were silent for a moment before the redhead spoke up again.
"Enormous! Ow! Bry-an!"
"Once again, you didn't have to hit him."
"Once again: so?"
"You guys suck."
"Hey, I resent that."
"Too bad, losers."
"And I resent that."
"Yup."
The trio fell silent again before the platinum haired teed sighed and scratched his head absentmindedly. "So how long'll this one take you two? A month?"
The bluenette and redhead gazed thoughtfully up at the huge, colossal, gigantic, enormous, big - you get the point - school. "A month?" said the bluenette thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to one side. He and the redhead exchanged glances.
"Give us a week and there won't be a school," said the redhead.
"I have the weirdest choice in friends, " sighed the platinum-haired youth.
"Hey, hey, now! That's insulting!"
"Cram it, short stuff."
"Bryan! I am NOT short!"
"Shorter than both of us," sniggered the redhead. "Ow! Kai!"
The bluenette - Kai - smirked. "One day..."
"Yeah? 'One day...'," Bryan prompted him when he failed to continue.
"Short people will rule the world," finished Kai simply, walking into the school.
Bryan and the redhead exchanged glances.
"He is so weird."
"At least he didn't think that the chocolate Easter bunny was going to eat him."
"I was three, Bryan!"
"Whatever you say, Tala."
As Bryan walked off, Tala sulked to himself for a few moments before following.
"Chocolate bunnies will eat us all at the apocolypse..."
This is the PROLOGUE, people, so it's much shorter than the actual chapters will be. Just telling you for reference.
Read and review now, god damn you all!
Tala: But if they god damns them all, then...
Kai: They won't be able to review.
Tala: 'Cause they'll be DEAD.
Kai: And dead people can't type.
Tala: Or breathe.
Ceriadara: -vein throbs- Look, I'm using you for my own twisted purposes even if I don't own you, so I suggest you stop correcting me or else.
K&T: Yes ma'm.
C: Review. Pretty please?
