Summary: Airi is the rich freshman in a high-class college. Finding friendship in her roommate and her best friend, she will be taken on an adventure like nothing she's ever experienced…can't think of a good summary, deal with it.
Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda is not mine
Chapter 1: Right Little Bitch
A/N: I love it when people read, but I love it more when they review too. Flames are welcome if you really want to give them out.
Airi took a deep breath before pushing the small silver key into the lock of the door numbered 147. She pushed open the door with a small exhale of shuddery breath. Inside, to beds were bunked high with a third bed underneath only one. Two desks were pushed together and faced a window, a small courtyard visible before giving way to the small forests that populated the campus. Two wardrobes were tucked into a recess in the wall to the left of the door, a bureau flanking each.
Airi tossed her backpack onto the bed to the right, claiming it for herself and selected the desk closest to her bed, placing her black laptop case down on it gently. She dropped a handful of papers she received for registration on top of it without a second thought and took in the spacious room with a small smile.
"Well then," a shrill, false voice shrieked in the quietness of the room. "Isn't this just lovely!"
The smile slid from Airi's face quickly as a small-framed woman walked into the room, shoving Airi out of her way with a forceful push of her hand. Her lifeless gray eyes scanned the room, and she gave a wide, false grin, revealing dull, yellow teeth. Too much makeup had been applied to her tight, pinched face. With too pink cheeks and too red lips, she squinted through the heavy bright blue eye shadow and thinks mascara.
"Isn't this just lovely?" she repeated without actually meaning it. She snapped her fingers sharply and immediately a man wearing a black uniform entered the room, wheeling a large box through the door on a hand truck. He deposited it under one of the lofted beds and exited the room to bring in more luggage as another man in identical attire came into the room next with another large box.
The next twenty minutes passed in this fashion: men came back and forth, leaving more boxes in the room as the woman stood in the center, voicing her comments on the "lovely room" with less exuberance each time. Airi had taken a seat at her desk, watching the events, eagerly awaiting the moment when she would finally get to say goodbye.
She adjusted her bun of black hair, securing it tightly and tossed her head so her bangs swept to the right of her face. Her electric blue eyes were lined in black and there was a slight trace of a natural flush on her cheeks. Her mouth formed a slight pout with the corners just barely uplifted, giving her the appearance of hidden joy.
"Well, Airi," the woman announced, breaking into her thoughts. "Since you came to school with everything you own, there really won't be any need for you to come back to the estate again, will there?"
Airi took note of how she carefully avoided the word "home."
"Believe me, I'm quite alright with that," Airi replied coolly in a light British accent. "Honestly though, I always had you down as the type to send me off to the furthest boarding school you could find the moment you married my father. I'm very proud of you for having the patience to wait until I reached college to send me away. Congratulations."
"You always were the little bitch, weren't you?" the woman sneered. "Unpack your shit yourself."
"With pleasure," Airi replied.
"Don't come back for the holidays."
"Die sooner."
Airi didn't even bother to watch her step-mother leave the room and she walked to her mountain of boxes eagerly. Finally! Time to do something for herself without having to worry about anyone reprimanding her for doing actual work.
She searched eagerly for the box labeled "bedding" and ripped the packaging tape from the point with the flaps closed and dug into the box until she found her new Egyptian cotton sheets close to the bottom.
"Let's get to work, she murmured as she opened the iTunes on her laptop and played loud and obnoxious music from the speakers. She removed her light pink track jacket to reveal a tight black tank top with fishnet sleeves. She removed the pearl studs that had been appropriate in the past and replaced them with a dangling chain ending in a single handcuff. Pulling the elastic from her hair, the long strait black tresses spilled to the bottom of her back, random chunks dyed a vibrant hot pink, setting off her style to her own personal taste.
"Much better," she said with a grin as she clambered onto of her desk to reach the bed easily, singing aloud to the rude music as she spread the sheets over her bed.
A/N: I know, I know no characters in skirt/tunics yet, but they'll be coming in the next chapter I promise! Who else seriously wanted to punch the nameless step-mother as much as I did? Anyways, after you read, be sure to review, even if it's just a one liner about how much you hate the story so far. Just give me some sort of feedback so I actually have an inspiration to keep writing, otherwise, I'll think no one is interested and I'll just quit this story. Moral of the story: REVIEW!!!
