President and Rebel

"Hurry up, the prince is about to make his speech," a girl called excited.

It was the opening ceremony of St Crown Academy and the students were already busily rushing into the main hall, where the inside was exactly like those in a opera house. Grand and rich - not unusual since this was a school especially created for rich students from the most prestige families in the world. The academy and its brilliance wasn't the main concern of these students however; the main attraction of the day lay in the student council president who was to deliver a speech shortly in the hall. The richest guy in the entire academy, Ikuto Tsukiyomi. Not only did he have more authority and was highly respected but his sheer beauty especially those mesmerising midnight blue eyes, captivated the hearts of both sexes. As expected the entire hall fell silent as soon as he stepped upon stage.

A smiling Ikuto welcomed the students, "Everyone. I officially welcome you all to St Crown Academy. I believe you all know what a prestigious school this is, therefore not just me but I'm certain everyone is proud to be here. Therefore I hope you ca-"

He paused in his speech hearing a weird clanking noise above his head. The other students must've heard it too for already whispers were filling the silent room. Ikuto stared hard but couldn't make out anything. He turned back to the audience, "alright. Calm down, I don't think that was anyth-"

"Yikes," a voice screeched from above Ikuto, which was followed quickly by a loud snap. Then so fast after that Ikuto saw the lighting on the stage falling towards him. He began to run. A voice called out again but this time it was weirdly too close to Ikuto, "LOOK OUT!"

Everything flashed black before his eyes as he hit his head onto the floor stage, which made him feel rather dizzy. He could hear clearly though around him the mass commotion, whispering and yelling from the students. This wasn't good, he needs to calm them down. Slowly getting his vision back he tried to get up but found something was on top of him. Ikuto blinked a few times and to his horror, he found a girl on top of him. Her messy pink hair covering parts of her amber eyes that now stared at Ikuto. She grabbed hold of his chin suddenly, which he didn't know quite how to react and began to lift his head up and down, to the right and back to the left, as if she was examining him. "QUIT IT!" Ikuto shouted grabbing her hand and taking them far away from his face.

The girl yawned, "another big lazy snob. BORING!" She leapt up and skipped a few steps away from Ikuto, stretching herself. "By the way. That speech well it wasn't really a speech. That rambling you did was awful to my ears. Stop wasting time and get to the point next time. And don't do it whilst I was happily sleeping up there. I was having a brilliant dream."

Agitated and offended by this, Ikuto got up himself and grabbed onto her arm, stopping her from leaving, "who are you? Why are you here? Do you know who I am? Say something disrespectful to me again and you'll pay dearly."

By now the crowd of students who were gathered in groups whispering had stopped. All attention was focussed on the stage where there beloved president was with…a girl.

She pulled a face at Ikuto, "aren't snobs like you supposed to know the answers to everything or are you just stupid? Its obvious that I'm a student here judging by my uniform right? Are you blind." She pulled her arm free from Ikuto, "stop wasting any more of my time you mo-ther-cling-ing brat."

The students in the crowd gasped at her disrespectful language and conduct against the president. Ikuto himself have never been called names before in his life nor has he ever felt this humiliated - worse still, he was humiliated for no reason. He didn't even know her. He felt his insides burn with fury for the first time. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" Ikuto demanded. "As a student in this academy and from your upbringing I'm surprised you could act in such a shameful way."

The girl stopped and turned to look at Ikuto, "I'm only saying what I think. This is a free country where anyone is allowed to express their opinions. I don't think that's shameful. Rather the way you asked for my name was rude and very unfit for a president don't you think?"

Ikuto bit his lips to try and control some of his anger, he glared at her, "may I ask for your name?"

She smiled, almost smirked, "learn my name well then brat. Amu Hinomori." She jumped off the stage and started to head towards the exit which was far up the stairs. As she walked past, many students was pointing at her and was clearly talking about her in a bad way.

"Don't joke with me," Ikuto shouted after Amu, "you lowlife. You better apologise to me or else, Amu Hinomori."

Amu stopped in her tracks and turned to glare at Ikuto. Holding his furious gaze with her glare she went back down towards the stage. "What did you just say?" she hissed.

Ikuto returned her glare, "only rich students with status attend this school. But I have heard there was a peasant coming his year. Looking at you closely you fit perfectly in the poor and low class people. Rude and rebellious." Ikuto mimicked Amu and grabbed onto her chin turning her head sideways and back again. "Being a mother-clinging brat is much better than being a dirt blood."

At this the entire hall filled with the students laughter. Dirt Blood was a special term used by rich people to describe the poor; meaning they are dirty like the devil, their blood comes from the low and disgusted slaves of Satan who doesn't deserve to live. They themselves are so vile and dirty that they are a disease to the entire world and needs to be rid off. To a commoner like Amu who was poor, Dirt Blood was the ultimate offence.

Amu clenched her hands into a fist and without a word she punched Ikuto on the face, sending him onto the floor. She got on top of him again, grabbed his neck, pulling him close to her, her fist ready to land another blow. "How dare you say that word?" Amu shouted leering at Ikuto who was doing the same. Her fist came down towards his face but stopped inches before actually touching him.

Ikuto didn't blink or move at her threatening punch but glared calmly at her with disgust in his expression. "Go on. Hit me," Ikuto taunted. "Dirt bloods are all like that. Violent, rude and irresponsible. You're the same too Amu Hinomori."

Amu bit her lips with frustration then completely relaxed herself. Removing her hand from his neck she used both hands instead to grab onto his shirt collar, still pulling him close to her. Now there foreheads were touching. Her amber eyes glaring into his midnight blue. "I'm not stupid President. Don't go and assume things or underestimate commoners like me. You'll find we are much clever than you rich brats."

Ikuto gripped onto Amu's hand, holding it with such strength that it should bruise them. "What are you implying, lowlife?"

Amu smiled, "hitting you would result in my suspension from this school. Although I hate this place I've found myself an interesting toy to mess with."

Ikuto pushed Amu off from him and stood up, "Amu Hinomori-"

She grabbed the microphone which Ikuto was previously using for his speech, turned to the students which some looked horrified and announced, "I am Amu Hinomori, yes a commoner who entered this snobby school under special circumstances. Listen carefully you stupid rich kids. I will be staying here for as long as I wish and I am officially declaring war against the president. That is all I have to stay."

There was a number of gasps going around the hall. Amu smirked turning to Ikuto, "be prepared President. You've pissed me off too much and now you're gonna pay. I'll make your life here a misery and that of hell."

Ikuto gritted his teeth with a stern voice he replied, "bring it on Amu Hinomori."

[AUTHORS-P.S. Please support me and read my other stories: Don't DOUBT Him: .net/s/6427620/1/Dont_DOUBT_Him and Royal Revenge: .net/s/6475806/1/Royal_Revenge]