Firsts -
the first meeting
"Kekekeke."
An incredibly evil laugh echoed down the hall causing Mamori to look up from her campus map. There at the other end of the hall was a tall delinquent of a boy towering over the small girl she recognized as the second year from the disciplinary committee.
"Lets see... fucking glasses...what do we have here?" he spoke to her his mouth splitting his face in a large sharp grin.
Akane-sama started to cry as he pulled out a narrow black notebook with pieces of papers sticking out of it.
"Hey!" Mamori yelled running over to the girl, "What do you think you're doing?" Mamori jabbed her finger angrily into the taller boy's ribs.
"Anezaki-san...don't." Akane whispered but Mamori wasn't listening to her, she was too busy focusing on how appalled she was with this demonic looking boy.
"Get to class Akane-sama." She turned, her words so demanding that the girl scampered away, "You." she jabbed him in the chest now that he was facing her alone, "What is your name." she demanded.
"What's your name?" he asked pulling a pen out of the inside of his jacket.
"What's your name." she demanded again taking in just how blatantly he was disregarding the dress code. His blazer was open and ruffled, his shirt was untucked, unbuttoned and his tie was no where to be seen.
"What are you going to do with it?" he licked the end of the pen and turned to a crisp new page, "write it in little hearts all over your notebook." he taunted his evil looking smile growing.
"I will report you to the disciplinary council of course, this gross misconduct is outrageous, I mean surely your hair doesn't naturally look like you've been struck by lightening."
His pen hand ran through his hair and his eyes narrowed at her.
Mamori smiled victoriously.
"What's you're name." he leaned down so that their faces were inches apart, she stood her ground, mouth a firm line, voice as solid as a rock as this demonic boy towered over her.
"Anezaki Mamori, and you?"
"Hiruma."
"First name."
"Oh they'll know who I am." He stood to his full height smiling writing something with a violent flourish in the notebook that had make Akane start crying.
"What is that?" She pointed at the book that was stuffed to at least twice the size it should have been.
That demonic sharp smile was back and it sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned forward and got his sharp teeth close to her ear, "It is your undoing."
And with that Hiruma turned and let his long legs carry him causally away.
"We'll see about that." She growled watching his walk away from her. As soon as he was out of sight she turned sharply on her heel and made her way towrd the disciplinary committee's club room, if all they were going to do was cry she would just sign up herself to stop him.