When Ruka Snaps back
Disclaimer: I do not own GA, no matter how much I want to.
"Damn that Imai…"
A blonde boy sitting atop the giant mutated chick, Piyo, muttered. He panted. Piyo chirped.
"I've… lost her… yet… again..."
His body trembled, and then he collapsed on top of Piyo.
(Flashback, 30 minutes ago...)
"Bye, I'll see you later,"
"…Hn…"
Nogi Ruka waved his best friend goodbye as he opened the door to the Academy's stables. He walked in and quickly shuts it. He pressed his back to the door. His eyes flickered from left to right and vice versa. The sequence repeated itself a couple more times before he let out a huge sigh of relief. He latched the door before facing the seemingly empty stable once again.
He whistled.
A blast of shrill sound filled the stable. A rustle and a peep, a peep and a rustle. Then, all hell broke loose.
Animals rushed at him at all directions, surrounding him. They weren't attacking him, oh no... They were just smothering him, craving for his limited attention. And he welcomed them. He stroked and patted them, wispering words of kindness and fondness.
Then, he felt something wrong…
A few bright flashes blinded him. He yelled, stepped back and ...(Drum Rolls and Inhales sharply)...tripped over a rock.
He crashed down, arms flailing, onto crates of hay for the horses. (The hay didn't survive the impact (sniff) poor things...)
Hay was everywhere and Ruka was...down.
(Ruka's POV)
I woke up, head spinning. I coughed up some hay. My head spun some more as I recalled the moments before I tripped.
That flash...
My head instantly turned to the direction of the flash.
Oh crap...
She had installed her cameras back into the corner again. By again, I meant I ripped the last one out.
My head immediately turned to the other direction.
I had known her for too long... Long enough to know her evil, and I mean evil , ways.
And in the other corner, we have ... (Drum rolls) ... the Videocam!!!
I was up in a flash. My face red, my heart pounding. Oh no, oh god no... she didn't... she didn't tape that... did she?
I quickly tore the, ugh, videocam, from the wall. I threw it to the ground and stomped on it. Hard.
A tape recording played, from the sound of it, I guess its hidden somewhere in the wall.
"By the looks of it, I won. Again..."
The recording played her voice... her stoic voice.
Imai's voice.
"Oh and by the way, I sent the pictures and the videos of you hugging animals and being half naked-"
I looked down.
HOLY DIVINE MOTHER OF DUNG!!!
My clothes were in tatters. What's worse is that...
I WASN'T WEARING THE TATTERED UNIFORM!!!
"-to my lab where I can edit and sell them to your loyal fangirls and beloved animals. I expect you to be in my office tomorrow morning, where you will indulge in one of the most gruesome hardships known to man, if you want to save some of your photos, which I'm sure you will. So, in the mean time, as of now, ciao."
The tape ended.
I gapped at the wall where the tape recorder was.
Then another question popped into my head...
How am I suppose to walk out of here without :-
a) Appearing in the school paper's front page heading
b) Being ambushed by my crazy fangirls
c) Letting Imai take more pictures of me
d) Becoming the worst fashion statement of the year
e) Humiliating myself in front of Natsume
f) Being suspended by the principal
g) Making my animals stampeding me
h) Being laughed at in school
i) Having an even bigger fanclub
j) Embarassing myself in front of ...(gulp)... Mikan...
But luckily, I already had a solution to this question when Imai played the same trick on me last time.
Yes, dear readers, it happened to me before, twice in fact.
Once, where the horrible things in the list above actually happened.
And twice, where I learnt my lesson, kept an extra stash of clothes in one of the barrels in the stables, and therefore avoiding the fate I had on the first time.
I quickly headed towards the barrel where I kept my spare uniforms.
I opened it via a small latch on top only to find that...
My uniform was gone...
And it was replaced by something, something hidieous, something...
INHUMANE
