Oi, this is my first fanfic. Yes, I know it isn't that great. Constructive criticism is extremely welcome.
R&R, baby!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the KHR characters…but Dina's mine. Yup.
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Dina pounded the door in frustration. This was so retarded. First, she gets transferred into this fucking Japanese school full of fucking Japanese students. Then, she learns that they have some sort of after-school clean-up crew, and that she was to do a shift that day. The worst part was when she took a bathroom break and found that she had locked herself inside. She didn't want to get herself dirty by slithering on the floor. And when Alessa makes up her mind about something, she'll stick to it, even if it meant that she would die.
WHY did her dad just have to go and fucking DIE? If he hadn't, then her mom wouldn't have moved them back to Japan so that they could be closer to her family. It was so. Fucking. Retarded. Sure, being a Japanese immigrant in Italy hadn't been easy, but she had been born there. It felt like home. Even her name was Italian.
At least she spoke Japanese fluently…
Tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks now, she grabbed a toilet plunger and shook it threateningly at the stall door. "You stupid door, you're supposed to let people through, not CLOSE THEM IN!!! Let! ME! OUT!!!"
Stabbing the plunger viciously at the door, she grinned with satisfaction as the plunger sucked up to its surface and pulled. Hard.
She ended up keeling over backwards, nearly dropping into the toilet bowl.
Still holding the plunger in front of her, she blinked. Oh, it opened that way…
Shaking her head in disgust, Dina threw the plunger to the side and stomped out moodily, swearing her head off and cursing the fates. Dashing down the stairs, she crashed smack-dab into an extremely solid figure that said "Oof."
Looking up, she shook her head and blinked a few times. It was a blonde dude. In her Japanese school.
The aforementioned blonde dude was now cursing in fluent Italian.
Feigning an injured look, Dina was about to retaliate with her own torrent of Italian swear words when she caught sight of the knives the blonde boy was holding between his fingers. Then she caught a bit of what he was saying…
"…this fucking girl, I nearly fucking stabbed her, what the fuck, why can't people look where they're going these days, I mean like Squalo fucking nearly walked into my shower room….fuck…and now I've got a fucking stomach cramp…gahhh…"
She also noticed that blood was flowing all over him. She wasn't even sure if it was his own blood.
Dina stared at the knives one more time and ran for her life, right back to the bathroom.
She locked herself back into the stall and picked up the plunger, holding it in front of her in a defensive stance. Hearing a clattering sound, she looked up to the top of the stall and stared, surprised. The blonde boy's tiara-d head poked out on top, grinning down at her.
She glared at him, completely composed. In perfect Italian, she yelled at him, "Three questions: Who the hell are you, why the fuck are you in the girls bathroom, and whose shitty blood is that all over you?"
The blonde boy grinned at her, his mass of golden hair hiding his eyes. "I'm Bel, Prince the Ripper. Nice to meet ya."
He then keeled over and slumped on the ground.
Muttering to herself, Dina remembered to open the door inwards, and stepped outside. Kneeling down next to the blonde boy, she started when she heard loud footsteps, and quietly hid in the janitor's closet, leaving a slit open to see what was happening.
A figure in a black suit came stomping in, obviously in a bad temper. His long, flowing white hair whirled around him as he turned around, glaring at every corner in the room. Dina retreated deeper into the shadows, never taking her eyes off him. After several turn-arounds, the white-haired figure turned back to the blonde boy and glared down at him. "VOOOOIII! BELPHEGOR, YOU USELESS BRAT, WHY'D YOU RUN OFF LIKE THAT? OOH THAT RHYMES. BUT HEY, THE VARIA ARE LOOKING FOR YOU, HEY, WHY CANT YOU JUST STAY PUT IN THE LIBRARY?? HUH? HUH? WHY, HUH? YOU GOTS ALL THOSE CUTS AND BRUISES AND CRUSHED BONES, WHY YOU STILL STUMBLING AROUND LIKE THAT, HUH? Sheesh. What a useless bastard…"
After a bit more grumbling, the white-haired dude stooped down and picked up Belphegor, or whatever his name was, but didn't seem to be able to manage it that well. Obviously extremely worked up now, the white-haired man dropped Bel back onto the ground and stuck his head outside the girls' bathroom. "VOOOOOOIII! I FOUND HIM!!!!"
A few seconds later, several more black-suited men (and a little black-cloaked baby) walked in and dragged Bel out.
Dina waited a few more minutes before she quietly stepped out of the closet. Staring grimly at the spot where Bel's body (and his blood) used to be, she silently walked out the bathroom and returned home.
xXOrAnGeS pWnXx
Bel winced, swatting Squalo on the head with his good arm. "What're you tugging at those bandages so hard for? This is my arm, you idiot!"
Squalo shot him a severe glare. "Shut up, nitwit, before I do the same to your rattling mouth."
The prince lowered the corners of his mouth in a pleading way. "But…!"
The sword emperor bared his fangs.
The prince shot a quick grin at him and promptly shut up. He had things to think about, anyways.
Should he tell Squalo about that girl he saw yesterday? He'd probably kill her. Bel didn't have any problems with that, but somehow, he wanted to find out more about her. What was an Italian girl doing in a school like that? Where did she get the courage to glare at him like that? Was it courage or stupidity? Why, in the name of the freaking gods, was she holding a toilet plunger?
And above all, what was her name? He'd given her his name. If he couldn't get hers before he killed her, it wouldn't be fair~~~
Bel grinned to himself, admiring the fresh bandage on his arm. Feeling much better, he gave Squalo a swat on the head in manner of thanks, and grabbed his crutches, hobbling over to his room. Trying hard to settle down for a map, he growled when an image of the girl flashed into his mind. Get the fucking outa my head, he grumbled to himself. I don't want you there. I put private stuff there.
The prince pouted prettily and knocked himself unconscious. It was always easier than waiting for himself to fall asleep.