Author's Note: Hi everyone, this is the rewrite of my previous fanfiction. I did not like it at all, so I decided to rewrite it. Guys, I want to remind you that when I write, I write for you. Please, Review and tell me what you think. Favoriting or following the story is only a click of the button, and while it means a lot to me, a review makes my day. Even if you think that I do not respond, I will, one way or another. Your words will ALWAYS make my day. So please, for my sake, review, and put a smile on Gakushuu's face. His life is about to get real difficult! I would also like to add that this chapter is the prologue, so it might not make much sense. It is also very short. Please, let me know what you think, especially on what I need to improve. Thank you!
Click. Click. Click. Controlled footsteps echoed across the gleaming white floor. Conversations tapered off, and curious gazes followed the salmon-haired prodigy as he swept across, disappearing around the corner as quickly as he had appeared. Whispers spread like wildfire, with hard gazes staring at the unoccupied space. Unbeknownst to all, the genius that had enamored all of their attention was listening, every word entered in his ear being imprinted in his brain. A slow grin slid across his face even as he made his way down to the Master's room.
Knock, knock. Two short raps to announce his presence. He waited. One second. Two seconds. Time ticked forward; it felt as if it were a century, but at the same time, a mere millisecond. After an eon, but no more than a minute, a smooth, baritone voice called out, dripping with honey, "Enter." A command phrased as permission. A master calling its dog to heel. The prodigy, now feeling like a mere boy, entered.
"You summoned, Headmaster?" The intruder questioned, his voice a deep saccharine that soothed over one's very soul, healing away the pains of a lifetime. A gentle touch that was outdone by the cold glint in his eye and the tense muscles of his back. Every single time this happened, that same phrase would come out, spat like he was trained to do. He was a hunter born with sharp razor teeth, but he could do nothing until he broke through the excruciating collar that adjourned his neck. A dark chuckle filled the air, grating against ears and disrupting one's very mind. Violet eyes stared ahead, unflinching, unemotional.
"I did indeed. Do you have any inkling as to why I called you here?"
Teeth grinded against each other. "I failed."
"And what, dear boy, was it that you failed at?" The response was coddling, but the gaze was a laser, cutting through metal and stabbing at the most intimate parts located in the heart: The Soul.
Silence reigned, broken by the harsh breathing of the young leader.
"I failed at putting the scum in their place. I failed in my endeavor to crush them beneath the sole of my boot. I failed...to do my duty, my very oath."
The Chairman tutted. "'It is okay. Defeat is a part of life. It is to be expected; after all, we are humans.' Is that what you expected me to say, boy? That everything is alright, and that there is next time?" The chair was pushed back as the man rose, towering over his charge. "Let me ask you something. If a bullet or a knife pierces you very heart, is there a "next time"? There is not. It is either life, or it is death. There is no such thing as next time. Do you understand, my little puppy?" Blood-red pupils locked onto its prey, staring down with great hunger into lifeless purple orbs.
Eyes lowered submissively. "Yes, Master. My insubordination was unfit of my rank. I am in no position do as I see fit. I am your dog, meant for you to use as you see fit. I was wrong. My life is in your hands. Punish me as you see fit." A pale column of skin was offered, eyes tilted towards the ground.
"Good, very good." It seems that I have trained you well, although there is still plenty of room for improvement. And as for your punishment; well, what sort of principal would I be if I let my own son off easy? Other students would think that I was playing favorites. Now, we don't want that, do we?"
Eyes still lowered, the young man timidly shook his head, his pale neck still showing. A leery grin stretched across the Chairman's face, turning his handsome features into ugly ones. With the agility of a cheetah stalking its prey, he went around his Victorian Era mahogany desk, stopping right in front of his son. Grin still firm in in place, he stretched out his arm, and wrapped his fist around the minor's neck. He leaned in close, and breathed, "Look. Feel my hand tightening around your windpipe, crushing your breath, your very life and existence. This is my control over you. You can't break out of it. You are forever trapped, right, dog?"
The question hung in the air, responded by silence. Nothing to indicate that it had been heard. No noise, nothing. There was only shallow breathing that turned heavier by every second. Unexplainably, the air grew heavier and heavier, with a ominous tension hanging in the atmosphere.
In less than a heartbeat, the captive shifted aggressively. He twisted savagely in the grip, taking his sire by surprise. Breaking out of the air-tight hold that was on his neck, he grabbed at the hands that were midway to his chest. Sweeping the elder man's legs from underneath him, he collapsed on top of the man on the ground, pressing his left palm into high cheekbones and pressing his right index finger into the man's sturdy jaw. A dark cackle passed his lips. When he once looked like a meek and submissive prey, he now radiated the dominance of a hunter. His violet orbs gleamed, cruelly mocking his father.
"You think that you control me, yet you fail to see my own strength. What type of master doesn't see his own dog chewing up precious furniture? A blind one. One who is so self-enamored that he fails to see what everyone else is doing around him. And that, my dear Father, will eventually lead to your downfall." He slowly dug his finger into the jaw, causing the saliva gland to swell, slightly chocking the Chairman and rendering him voiceless. HIs eyes brightened With the one final jap that he triggered to the man's abused jaw, he stood up gracefully, and sauntered to the door. Right before he closed the door, he looked at his father who was still lying on the ground and proclaimed, "For the time being, I am your loyal lapdog. But I would be careful, Father. You never know when the leash will end up around your neck." A slight chuckle erupted. "And the one who will put it around that flawless skin will be none other than your own dog, Gakushuu Asano." The door closed, leaving Gakuho Asano inaudible and drenched in silence.