So, my friend challenged me to try and make a Hyouka fanfiction, turning Hyouka into a Shonen… Yeah. It doesn't help that this is my first fanfiction that I am actually publishing. So here goes nothing...
From the moment the teacher opened the door, welcoming me to my new class, a wave of noise engulfed me.
"Attention class!" the teacher shouted over the noise. The class quickly quieted. "We will be welcoming a new student to the class, so say hello to Zer0!"
Everyone was too busy staring at me in wonder to say anything. Well, what can I say? I don't exactly look normal. I mean, I wear a bandana over my mouth to hide my scars, I wear a glove over my right arm, and my eyes glow an icy blue, leaving a trail of light whenever I turn my head.
"Don't be shy Zer0, we're all friends here!"
I looked at him with a very unamused face. Shiomiya Hidetora was of an average height, with a bit of a beer belly. He has what would have been jet black hair, if it weren't for the streaks of silver signifying his age. His hair was styled in such a way that it made him look like a 80s western singer.
"Okay then… Class, you all have permission to pester Zer0 all you want!"
I looked at him with a face of pure disgust. He replied with a cheeky smile and a pat on my back. I hate socialising, mainly because it's useless, as I will be moving fairly soon. Why, you ask? Because of the people trying to capture me and my father for our blood. You see, my father is one of the few Darkin left in this dimension and Darkin blood is a very valuable resource. Of course, that makes me a half-blood, so I am hunted just as much as him (a successful Darkin and human blood mixture has never been achieved artificially).
Getting back to the class, the first person to talk to me was named Misaki Sawakiguchi. Always the hyper one.
"Ciao!" She said, putting a peace sign to her forehead, sticking her tongue out of her mouth ever so slightly. "My name is Misaki Sawakiguchi, what's yours?"
"Sensei just said it."
"Okay then… well, let me introduce you to the class!" she said, grabbing my hand and moving to the right side of the room, practically dragging me along.
"This is Takeo Kaitou, the jock of the class." she said, pointing her hand towards a brown haired jock wearing a sports jersey. He was slightly taller than average, with a muscular build.
"Sup!" he exclaimed, raising his hand in such a way that he was expecting me to slap it. I never understood 'street signs', so I greeted him with my usual poker face.
"Next up is Mamiko!" she suddenly said, dragging me back to the middle of the class. Her introduction route was unorthodox to say the least.
"Hi there! I think we are going to be good friends!" said a shorter-than-average brunette. She said it in such a way that it sounded like she rehearsed it. I highly doubt that we will ever become more than acquaintances. Even then, she would probably just end up as cannon fodder. I didn't say that, of course, but I hid the facial expression behind my dead still poker face. Ignoring her sign of friendship I moved over to the next student.
"This is Jun'ya Nakajō. He is probably the toughest and strongest guy in the class."
He closed his eyes, crossed his arms and slapped a cheeky grin over his face, as if he expected me to be impressed. Judging by his cover, he isn't exactly the most polished knife in the set. He has slightly tanned skin, brown hair in the form of a slight frohawk, brown eyes, and some stubble. His build made him look older than he really is.
"I was the assistant director in our class's independent film."
"Who was the director."
"Irisu-san was." he said, jabbing his thumb towards a very elegant girl at the back of the class. She has long, straight black hair with a white headband. Because she was focusing on something else I wasn't able to define her eye colour. No matter.
"Anyways, next on the list is-"
"Midori. Midori Yamanishi." said a stylised brunette while examining her manicure. "If you want to get in good with the higher-ups you should stick with me."
"If I wanted to 'get in good' with the higher-ups I wouldn't need your help" I replied to the sass queen. I left her with a surprised and some-what angry expression on her face, earning the approval of a few students at the back of the class.
"The quiet one at the far back of the class is Yuri Kounosu" Misaki said abruptly, pointing towards a shy (or just really bored) student seated towards the furthest wall of the class. She had short black hair and violet eyes, sporting a purple hoodie. We were immediately engaged in a staring contest that could have lasted for hours if we weren't interrupted by a rather annoying and bossy voice.
"I'm Tomohiro Haba" said the annoying hump of flesh. "I was one of the detectives in the great movie mystery!" I overheard some students earlier saying how a student named Hōtarō Oreki was the one who solved the case.
I didn't bother to speak to this show-off. I simply ignited my icy blue eyes while glaring at him as a symbol of war.
"Finally, the tyrant of the class," Misaki interrupted, causing me to avert my attention from the now fidgety Tomohiro. "and arguably the entire school, Fuyumi Irisu AKA the Empress." She pointed to the elegant girl I noticed earlier.
Wait, did Misaki say that her family name was Fuyumi? From the family that runs the general hospital near the school? Oh no… this is bad. Very bad. If she remembers me, I will have to kill her, and since she is from a very wealthy family, they will hunt me down by any means necessary if I do. I just need to play it 'cool', like I always have.
"Hello" she said in a very terse manner, extending a hand towards me.
"Hello" I replied, shaking her elegant hand. I need to bury my worries inside the black and cold rock that is my heart, as I did many times before.
"HA! I KNEW IT!" hollered Misaki. "Thats thats a thousand yen Takeo!"
"You were betting on me?" both me and Irisu said in unison, snapping our heads 90 degrees. Taking a quick glance at Irisu (she did the same to me) I walked up to the duo and questioned their intentions.
"What were you betting on?" I asked. I articulated my voice in such a way that it seemed as if I was curious, not angry.
"Oh, just who would warm-up on the new kid first." Misaki said, in a cheerful manner.
"And why did you bet on me?" Irisu said, materializing out of nowhere. She asked in the same way I did.
"You ARE the Empress after all. You're an expert at making other people to like you. And then turning them into your game pieces."
Taking a quick glance at the prodigy, I realised that she wore the same poker face that I do.
Before the dispute could grow into anything more than a dispute, the teacher butted in. "Okay class, return to your seats. Zer0, take a seat wherever you like."
I chose a seat fairly isolated from the rest of the class, but close enough to Irisu and Kounosu that I could use them for a quick escape if need be. Of couse, I need to get some sort of bond with them before I can truly utilise them. Putting the bag next to my seat I prepared a mechanical pencil and a piece of paper. Unfortunately I did not take into account the fact that Misaki hadn't sit down yet. She sat down right beside me. I mentally face palmed.
"Shima-sensei is probably one of the better teachers in this school." she said, shuffling her desk over to mine so that they were touching. "He won't be too strict on you, as long as you complete your work. Our english teacher, Hyobanshi-sense I on the other hand…"
I didn't bother listening to her after that. I'm pretty sure that she went on for about a full two minutes before the teacher interrupted.
"I will be handing out an assignment about what we reviewed this week. Once completed, you may work on work from other classes or catch up on overdue work. That means you Jun'ya"
When the teacher handed the sheet to me he asked if I needed any help.
"No."
"Are you sure?" Misaki asked. "This calculus stuff is pretty hard you know."
Oh ye of little faith. It literally took me five minutes to finish the assignment.
"You're done already?" Shima-sensei asked when I handed the sheet in.
"We went over this already in my old school" I lied. I already learned the majority of the curriculum before hand. What can I say? My lack of friends means that I have a lot of time to waste. Sitting back down I pulled out my music player and ear buds and started to blast music through them.
"So… What are you listening to?" said the girl sitting next to me.
"Music"
"...what kind of music?"
"The music that you pure-breeds listen to"
"Wait, what do you mean by 'pure-breeds'?"
There was no way that I was going to tell her that I was part-darkin. Thankfully I stalled long enough by replying in sentence fragments to be saved by the bell.
"Don't forget to finish last week's homework!" Sensei said before the majority of the class exited the room.
"Whats the next class." I asked.
"I think it's History. Our history teacher is kind of crazy. She keeps on rambling on and on about the war of 1812"
The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful. The history teacher was exactly how Misaki had described, if not more crazy. After that we had Language, with the strict Hyobanshi. He didn't let me listen to music even though I finished my work, so that kind of sucked. There is always one of those teachers in every school. For fourth period we had our elective, and I chose music. Since my transfer was so sudden they couldn't get all of the paperwork done in time, I got to play whatever I wanted. I just chose an electric guitar, since I had one when I was younger before I left it at one of our old apartments, which was abruptly destroyed. I went into the practice room and played a few songs in there, but with my back facing the door so no one could know what I was playing.
Now I'm heading towards the cafeteria. I was one of the first people to get there because I don't have a locker yet, so I could just head directly over to the cafeteria with my bag, however, I just hid in a side hallway and slipped in with a big crowd to avoid any unwanted attention that entering alone would give me. I slipped out of the group when they entered the mess of tables, choosing a seat amongst the outskirts of the table. Sitting down, I pulled out my lunch out of my bag. It was just a lemon and a basic sandwich. Look, I'm not exactly a master chef. Putting the sandwich on the table I started to eat the lemon with my hood shadowing my face, earning a few glances from the other students. Just so that no one gets any ideas, I put an extra shiny and sharp butterknife on the table.
After the majority of the student body was in the lunchroom, I started to examine my knife. When I mean examine, I mean using it as a mirror to satisfy my paranoid desires. I noticed a certain group of students that sat directly behind me that might be problematic to deal with. When I mean problematic, I mean they might try to provoke me, and I might try to kill them.
I tried to locate one of my classmates so I could at least delay the inevitable, maybe to a place where I could dispose of the body easily. Scanning the horizon I saw Misaki sitting with her friends from the Astronomy Club (she told me about her clubs during Language before being abruptly shut down by sensei). Not a chance. Suddenly, something caught my eye in my peripheral vision. Irisu was silently eating her lunch with a raven haired girl with violet eyes. Walking over to the table, I caught the eye of the girl she was talking to. Her eyes instantly widened.
Realising that something was going on behind her, Irisu turned around, to be meeted by a (literally) icy glare.
"Oh. It's just you." said Irisu, coldly. Well, I wouldn't call it cold, but it wasn't exactly what you could call inviting.
"In order to delay the jerks at the center table's impending doom, I would like to sit within a five meter radius of you."
"Wait, what do you mean by 'impending'?"
"Well, it's clear that they are probably going to test their luck by throwing a bowl of ramen at the back of my head. If I sit near you they might think twice about going up against someone who might be associated the empress."
"Hm. Fine."
"Um… Irisu-chan?" asked the violet eyed student.
"What is it, Chi-chan?" asked Irisu, with a sudden scent of warmth. So this is her 'real' friend.
"Could you introduce me to your new friend?"
Friend?
"Chi, we're not exactly friends…"
"More like acquaintances." I added.
"Oh… well, what's your name?"
"Zer0."
"Zero?"
"No, it's Zer0. The 'o' is a '0'"
"Ah I see. So, why are your eyes so… strange?"
Well that was unexpected.
"It's… complicated. I'd rather not talk about it" If I did, I would need to kill you shortly after.
"Oh. Sorry I asked, I was just really curious."
Curious, huh?
After a few minutes of silence, Chitanda broke it by asking another question.
"Did you join any clubs yet?"
"I just got here this morning."
"Oh, well, why don't you join the classics club?"
"What are its goals?"
"Our only real goal is to publish an anthology each year, which we already did. Otherwise we just solve mysteries."
Mysteries, huh? Didn't a kid named Hōtarō Oreki solve that 'mystery movie'?
"Is there a Hōtarō Oreki in the classics club?"
"Yes, do you know him?" Chitanda said, leaning over the table in anticipation.
"I overheard some students talk about him earlier." I replied, moving my chair back ever so slightly. "About the classics club, I will need to ask my father about extending my strict curfew."
I sort of expected someone to ask, 'Yuno Gasai strict?'.
"So, what does your father do?" Irisu asked out of the blue.
"It's complicated..." besides, you could just search us up on your hospital's network.
"What about your mother?" Chitanda questioned.
"..."
My eyes flashed blue for a microsecond, as it always does when someone brings up my mom.
"She's… dead."
I heard a gasp escape Chitanda's lips. Fuyumi turned her head the other way, almost as if she was embarrassed.
"Oh… I'm so sorry…"
After that an awkward silence engulfed the three of us. Seizing the opportunity, the jocks made their move.
"HEY NEW KID!" said one of the jocks. "CATCH!"
POV SWITCH
A bowl of ramen smacked the back of Zer0's head, and his eyes turned from an icy blue to blood red in a matter of seconds. Those eyes… It's him. The boy from the hospital. Zer0 suddenly stood up, interrupting my thoughts, and clenched his fists. He looked at me with eyes that said help me.
Turning around, Zer0 wiped the ramen off of his hood. Strangely, there was no trace of oil on the cloth of his hoodie at all, instead… pixels? He started to walk slowly towards the jocks. His back was an interesting shape, almost as if it was composed of metal plates. As he inhales his body size increases by a drastic amount, with the plates on his back shifting and spreading apart. Unfortunately for the provoker, all of the really noticeable changes could only have been seen from behind. As Zer0 moved towards the jocks who were at the other side of the room, the jocks started take a few steps back, having second thoughts. By now, all of the student body was focused on Zer0.
When Zer0 was within punching distance, he stopped. His back slowly went to normal (with resistance), but his breathing became more intense. Was he trying to fight it off? It didn't look like his sudden hyperventilation was in rage, but in exhaustion.
"Whats wrong? Scared? Want to go crying back to your mommy?"
What a bad taunt. Unfortunately, the jock has crossed the line, as there was only one word that actually affected Zer0's mental state. Mommy.
His heavy breathing stopped. His fist was suddenly unclenched. His eyes returned to its icy blue state. There was a moment of silence.
"You just had to mention my mom, didn't you?"
Zer0 pulled his fist back, and pushed it towards his face with all his might. I heard a gasp come from Chitanda as the jock's body hit the floor. The jock's friends suddenly started to shake their leader, expecting him to wake up.
And Zer0 just simply turned around, grabbed his backpack, and left the room.
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