D.E.T.E.N.T.I.O.N

Delinquents

Eradicating

Time

Eventually

Notice

True

Intentions

Or

Nature

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McClintock High was quieter than usual. No loud chatter coming from a herd of juveniles, no yellow buses parked in front of the entrance. Nothing. Then again, it was a Saturday.

But this didn't stop a handful of kids from walking up to the large doors of the school that morning. Or the proper word being, forced, to go to school on a Saturday.

And as if on cue, the loud rumbling of a motorbike suddenly filled the school's vicinity, even crawling it's way into the school halls inside. The motorcycle made it's way towards the bicycle parking, driving right into a couple of bikes parked in front, wheels spinning as they tumbled like dominoes. The driver stopped, stepping off the vehicle with a quick jump.

"Stupid, cruddy bikes. Always in the fucking way." The owner mumbled under his helmet before taking it off, tucking the round piece of headgear under one arm. His Australian accent rolled down his tongue as he cursed and swore, repeating the words under his breath. He ran a hand through his bright, blonde hair, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Casually, he stomped into the school, fixing and pulling on his orange hoodie in the process.

...

A pair of dark, brown eyes curiously followed the boy's back as he entered the local learning establishment. A car rolled up in front of the building, a girl with long, ebony hair and pale skin staring at the motorcyclist as she exited the car.

"I can't believe you, Kuki." Her mother spat from inside the driver's seat, glaring at the girl in question from the rolled-down window. "You have never been sent to detention. Each time you got into trouble, we were always able to get you out of it. But this time, this time, you've... You've crossed too far over the line, young lady!"

Kuki sighed as she straightened the pleats of her skirt. God, she was tired of her mom's constant nagging. She told her the same shit yesterday, to be exact, and the girl was absolutely fed up with it.

Standing up straight, she turned around to face her mom inside the car, the long sleeves of her oversized, green sweater spinning in the process. She plastered the brightest, fake smile she could and folded her arms behind her back.

"Don't worry, Mama! This will be the last time, I promise!" Kuki beamed, her Japanese accent dripping like honey as she addressed her mother. Immediately, she quickly spun on her heel and ran inside. Poor girl could still hear her mother's yelling slowly fade as she entered the hallway.

...

A minivan stopped at the entrance as Kuki's car left. A boy dressed in blue and unusual, yellow-tinged goggles stumbled out of the car, dropping a handful of Yipper cards onto the pavement. The teen scrambled onto the ground, quickly picking up each and every playing card that hit the pebbly road.

"Hogarth P. Gilligan!" The boy's mother yelled his name furiously, her hands still on the steering wheel. "If you ever get in trouble again, don't you even think about coming home!" And with that, the car drove off.

Hoagie, as everyone called him, sighed, clutching the Yipper cards to his chest as he stared at the "McClintock High School" sign in relief. The boy would rather be stuck at school than be stuck at home with his mom. Sure, there was his brother who absolutely adored him, but sometimes, good 'ol Hoagie needed some time alone. He didn't imagine detention being the place for his alone time, but at this point, he'd take whatever was handed to him.

"You going in or what?"

A raspy, female voice broke his train of thought. Turning around, he was met with a pair of dark eyes staring right at him. It was none other than Abigail Lincoln, honor student and one of the many people that seemed to intimidate poor Hoagie.

"O-oh. I was, um, just going in?" He stuttered dumbfoundedly, his nervous tone making it sound as if he was questioning himself.

Abigail eyed him curiously, then shrugged. "Well, then let's go."

Hoagie followed her inside then stopped in his tracks. "Wait, you're in detention, too?" He asked, completely shocked.

The girl continued to walk down the hall in response, her long braid swaying from side to side as she strut nonchalantly.

"Um... I guess that's a yes?"

...

The two teens walked towards the library, Hoagie tailing behind Abigail like a lost puppy. Beside the door stood a girl who's long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a sea of black, her green sweater hanging on her like an oversized rag.

"Sanban? Kuki Sanban? That you?" Abigail squinted her eyes at the figure leaning against the wall. The figure proceeded to wave her hands all over the place, her smile beaming brighter than the cursed Sun outside.

"Oh, Abigail, it's you!" The Asian girl shouted from afar, her voice slightly hinted with a pinch of relief.

Hoagie peaked from behind Abigail to see the young girl waving frantically. He recognized her since she was pretty popular, plus, his arch-nemesis when it came to the local 'RC Plane Races', Ace, had been pretty much hitting on the girl since 4th grade.

Kuki went up to the dark-skinned girl, genuinely happy to see her. She and Abigail, who was often called 'Abby', had English together. They weren't close, and barely spoke unless Kuki needed to ask what homework they had that day. Her parents always told her that they used to play together as kids, but that, she could barely remember.

And then there was the boy behind her, Hoagie Gilligan. She knew Hoagie because her mom would always drag her and the rest of her family whenever the Gilligan's invited them for dinner. She didn't know if he remembered, but he was the one who exposed Mushi for tearing her "Posh Party" Rainbow Monkey to shreds when they were kids.

Hoagie eyed Kuki curiously. "What are you doing here? I mean, since it's Saturday and all."

Probably helping out the janitor with the toilets or cleaning the Kindergarten cubbies during her spare time. She was voted "Most Likely To Start a Charity", anyway. The goggle-eyed boy thought. Sanban was always out of her way to help someone in need, and that was a fact.

The girl tilted her head innocently, her signature giggle spilling out.

"Duh. I have detention, silly!" Kuki answered completely unfazed, as if she was simply telling someone she was going to Rainbow Monkey Happy Sugar Land or something.

Abigail raised an eye, hands placed on her hips. "Detention? You?"

Kuki proceeded to nod enthusiastically. "This is my first time so I don't really know what it's like. And now at least I have you guys with me!" There she was again with her bright smiles and sugar sweet words. Abby had to admit, this girl was way too pure for the damned world they lived in.

Hoagie was in utter shock. First, Abigail Lincoln, and now, the Kuki Sanban. Both in detention on the same weekend? He was baffled. What could they have possibly done to end up in here? It couldn't have been any worse than what he had done.

Right?

A/N: If the description wasn't obvious enough, I just wanted to point out that yes, this is inspired by the iconic 80's movie, The Breakfast Club. Just thinking of the Sector V kids reminded me of them, and here I am now. This was also intended to be a one-shot, but I noticed that it was growing far too long and ended up making it a chaptered fic.

Also, this does take place years after their decommissioning, so that would probably help explain some of their thoughts or actions.

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