Prologue

Prologue-The Masochist

Some may call it the most prestigious school in Tokyo, but I call it hell with florescent lighting.

Not only are the classes filled with retarded kids, but the uniform is unbelievably short and the teachers' suck. That's right, they SUCK.

I call the teachers' the 'faculty' because their attitude towards the "other" schools is legendary. The remind me of robotic child abuse torture machines, probably sent by the government to use the 'children should be seen, not heard' policy on us. Well too bad. Everyone knows that never works.

The boys' are completely stupid and only think about the arcade and the ones that don't lock themselves up in the labs for hours after school. The girls' completely piss me off by giggling their asses of when the top student is near. It's annoying, it stupid and it down right pisses me off.

I pretty sure you know who I mean by the 'giggling' near the 'top student.' For all those who don't know, it's Shuichi Minamo. He is the most 'handsome, smart, mature, kind and wonderful person in the world!'

It makes me want to barf and STAB HIM TILL HE BLEEDS ALL OVER THE FLOOR.

Man, I'm really going to have to whip some makai demon ass when I get home.

Right now I am writing this in The Notebook instead of doing something important. Like, taking down notes for the up and coming mid terms. I hate exams. When I grow up, I'm going to lose all contact with my family, live in America in a massive house with my own personal library and be in a famous band.

My IPod headphones are jammed into my ears playing loud heavy metal music. There is a 15 percent chance that the faculty is going to notice me because a) the faculty that is currently teaching us is a complete imbecile and b) even if they did notice me, they would pay more attention to Shuichi sitting in front of me.

That's right; I GET THE MASOCHIST INSTEAD OF SOME OTHER LOSER WHO STICKS RUBBER PEICES UP HIS NOSE.

I nearly broke my pencil when I thought this. I do really need to kill a few demons when I get home. Or I could accept that letter for a heist I received last week. It is a quick way to earn some cash, and I do need to vent out this week's anger… Hm, decisions, decisions…

Oh… look. He's handing our last week's test back.