Disclaimer: KizamiRoX0rZ does not own Beyblade, try as she might to bribe them. Sadly enough, the only things her little mind could come up with were this fic and the characters, including excess characters you have never heard of. If you sue her, and I quote, you will "GET NOTHING EXCEPT FOR HALF A PENNY AND AN EMPTY CAPPUCHINO BOTTLE!"
Summary: Two siblings are expelled from their old school, and their older sister drops out. They didn't mind it, but the only that bothered them was the fact that their parents were too busy to even care. They decide to run away from home and attend an academy using the allowance their parents gave them. What if the academy they chose isn't exactly 'coed'?
NOTE: Well... the running away part of the/the neglectful parents part I got from Korega Watashi no Goshujin-sama (He is My Master), by Ayu-r0ri. It's funny though. Hm... maybe I should write a fic like that! MUAHAHAHA! (Seleity2000: ahem) Oh right... you guys weren't supposed to read that. .. Hahahaha... ignore that. XD
MORE NOTES: A) I like this section XD and B) Umm... well. Kanemochi translated means Wealthy. So... that means the three siblings are in a wealthy family. But: are they happy? Judging from my summary, obviously not. But you figured that out right? XD Other translations at the end of the section. XD
Watashitachi wa Nani (What Are
We?)
by KizamiRoX0rZ
Prologue: Otousan, Okassan...
(Okinawa High School: Okinawa,
Japan, 11:45:02)
Not for the first time, two siblings sat on the bench facing the principal's office. The boy sitting closest to the door had messy indigo hair that accentuated his dark violet eyes. On his right ear hung a small hoop earring. To his left, his violet haired sister was leaning with her back on the peach-wallpaper, blood-colored eyes half closed. She had long bangs, and half of them covered her left eye completely from view. The top of her head was messy, but her hair reached the ground in a slender wave through the fault the wall made with the bench.
They both had a red headband visible under their bangs.
Their baggy uniforms were disheveled, pants with tears in them and lopsided buttons as well as unbound yellow ties below her collar and bloodied white dress shirts over his black undershirt. His black pants were torn in at least ten different places on both legs and her navy skirt was ripped at the hem.
At last, they were called into the principal's office. Both had an expressionless look on their face. They had done this what felt like a million times.
Sitting down in front of the principal's desk on the soft fabric, they heard him emit a groan as his secretary handed him two files, one with the name Satoshi K. and the other Korino K.
"Mr. and Miss Kanemochi," Principal Shitsuan said while leaning on his desk. Both Satoshi and Korino knew from the strained tone in his voice that he was trying to hold back his anger. "This is your seventh fight this school year. I warned you both last time that if this happened again, you would be faced with expulsion."
"But Principal Shitsuan," Korino explained. "We didn't start it this time. It was-"
"I'm quite aware that you did not start it this time," he said venomously. "It was your own faults that you did not just walk away. I should call up your parents and have a talk with them. But knowing Mr. and Mrs. Kanemochi, they are probably busy everyday this month. I have no choice but to expel you both."
Satoshi narrowed his eyes slightly, careful not to let the enraged man in front of him take notice. "Principal Shitsuan, we didn't start any of the fights! It was always Doma and his gang of goons."
"Either way, you decided to settle the problems with your fists and not your words."
"Technically, our palms," Korino pointed out matter-of-factly. "You use your palms in Pi Qua Quan. A fist is seldom used."
"Doesn't matter. Fist or no fist, you both fought back without the use of words. I don't want to see you on campus grounds again. Anyone here not a student is known as a Trespasser."
He jerked a finger passed the siblings at the door. "I bid you good day."
"Not good enough," Satoshi muttered under his breath.
They stood up, bowed curtly, and sauntered out.
"Ms. Sashimi, get me the expulsion forms. Two of them. Thank Kami there are only two Kanemochi delinquents."
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Satoshi let out an angered grunt as he and Korino opened their lockers. He gathered all his possessions other than books into his pack and slammed it closed, ignoring the stares he gained up and down the hallway.
"Hey, Kori," he said, leaning on the green metal behind him, staring at the opposite end of the hall. "I've always wondered ever since we started training, why didn't Kitsuru want to train with us? Doesn't she get tired of the way people are always making fun of her?"
Kori shut her locker with a satisfying "SLAM" followed by a soft "click" and turned to face her slightly older brother. "Well, not everyone picks on her. One third of the school bullies her, one sixth of it looks up to her, the other sixth of it is afraid of us hurting them, and last part just doesn't really care."
"Why does Kitsu have to be so pacificial?"
"You mean pacifical."
Before Satoshi could retort a smart remark, he let out a sharp breath and jerked a thumb in the direction of a group of seven students making their way to them.
"Don't look now, it's the Doma gang."
"What else could possibly go wrong?" Kori rolled her eye(s) and turned on her heal to face Doma just as he snapped his fingers, signaling his gang to a halt. "What could you possibly want, Kitami Doma?"
Doma was a tall boy, his golden hair spiked up resembling that of a porcupine. He took off his sunglasses, revealing his sapphire eyes to the world, and leaned on the locker next to Kori.
"Kori, Kori, Kori," he said, ignoring her question. "I'll ask you and your brother again: How would you like to be part of the most feared gang in all of school?"
Behind him, the three female members giggled and started whispering things among themselves, pointing at Kori and Satoshi every once in a while.
Satoshi leaned forward from behind his sister and sent a glare in Doma's direction. "And we respond again: Be a part of the Gang with No Life also known as the 'Burned Destiny'? Let us think about it... How about..."
"We'd rather kiss Principal Shitsuan's ass," Kori added. Together, she and Satoshi sent Doma the mother of all death-glares. "We're expelled anyway because of you and your gang of goons."
"Not that we would have joined."
"See you around." She pressed her palm on Doma's chest in a relaxed fashion, and pushed. He was sent stumbling back into the three boys gathered behind him. "Then again, hopefully not."
Turning on her heel, Kori and Satoshi began walking down the hall towards the exit.
(Okinawa
High School: Okinawa, Japan, 13:05:32)
Outside the principal's office sat another student, at least two years older than the earlier two. Her ocean blue hair was tied into a tight braid that slithered down her back, and glasses rested on her nose over her emerald eyes. Her hands were clasped and relaxed over a leather-bound book on her lap.
Under her gathered back hair was a red headband tied around her forehead.
She was called and obediently, she glided into the wide office. Before either of the room's occupants could utter a single word, she had opened her mouth.
"Principal Shitsuan, I have decided to drop out of school."
"Haha, I get it," he said, shaking a finger at her playfully. "You're trying to persuade me into getting your brother and sister back into school through threats, right? Well, I'm not letting that one get to me again!"
Kitsuru blinked several times and adjusted her wide-rimmed, circular glasses. "This is no joke. I'm actually quite serious." She sat herself down in the nearest chair and gripped her book. "Without my baby brother and sister here, I don't see the need for me to stay here any longer. The only reason I am here is because I skipped two grades and graduated college at the age of fourteen."
"I am aware of your intellect, but why are you forcing yourself to drop out? I know you don't really want to. School is your life. Without it, you would just be sitting in your large empty house."
Pursing her lips together tightly, Kitsuru furrowed her brows together and emitted a sharp exhale of breath. "Principal Shitsuan, the only reason my home is so 'empty', as you underestimated, is because my parents have had no time to hire any maids or butlers, or even any chefs. My siblings are my only family, and I don't see the need for me to complete the twelfth grade course if I have already graduated from Tokyo University." She rose from her seat and bowed promptly.
The principal sighed and stood up as well. "I'm going to hate to see you go. But if you must, I don't have any say in what you may or may not do with your life. That's up to your parents."
"Ja ne, mata itsuka."
(Kanemochi
Estate: Okinawa, Japan, 15:25:18)
Yawning, Kori continued searching the internet for a new academy in which the three of them could attend. She darted her direction to her brother, who had the similar bored expression on his face.
Kitsuru, the smartest of them all, as well as two years older, searched the books in the library as her younger siblings searched the laptops. When they found one, they would share it with the others, and keep it in mind until a better one was discovered.
Satoshi suddenly jumped out of his chair and waved his sisters over. "Look! It says that the number one school in all of Japan is the Bankuten Elite Getaway Academy, otherwise known as B.E.G.A."
"It also says that it's an all boy school," Kori told him, pointing to a sentence on the screen. "How will mother and father allow me and Kitsu to attend?"
"They don't have to know," the elder sister quipped. She pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and winked. "We could just write a note to them, saying that we have just gone away for a while. I'm sure they would understand why."
"Or they might not even notice," twins Kori and Satoshi chorused.
"It doesn't matter," Kitsuru added. "We can use our allowance saved up in the bank. How much does it say that B.E.G.A. costs?"
Peering into the computer screen, Satoshi replied, "Exactly $25,000 per student."
"Well, I have 35k saved up after all those allowances mother and father so generously gave us."
"30k here," Kori added. She looked over at her twin brother. "Are you going to tell us or do we have to hack into the bank's data bank just to get your answer?"
"I have ----- saved up."
"Don't mumble."
"Enunciate, little brother."
"I said, I have 26k saved up."
While Kitsuru smiled trying to hide her laughter, Kori burst out chortling with snickers. Satoshi sent them a glare, but was ignored as even the calmest of the Kanemochi siblings decided not to restrain it any longer.
This was going to be the longest five minutes of Satoshi's life.
(Tsuzuku)
Translations:
Kami-God
Ja
ne, mata itsuka-Well then, see you someday.
Tsuzuku-To Be Continued
AN: Haha... get it? B.E.G.A? AHAHAHAHAH... .. Umm... I had sugar?
Hell-Oh: ...Can we administrate
her medicine a tad bit early today?
DeathBringer: Sure why not.
KizaRoX: o.o; Oh lookie... it's a
giant dancing teddy bear! And it has a rifle!
Hell-Oh: Where did I put that
needle?
KizaRoX: With a scope!
DeathBringer: Did you check your
drawers?
Hell-Oh: Dude, leave my drawers out
of this!
DeathBringer: You're the one who
needs the medicine. I was talking about shelf drawers
Hell-Oh: I knew that
KizaRoX: Okay, don't say I didn't
warn you! (runs)
Hell-Oh: Kiza! Wait! (holding
needle) You need your meds! (runs after her)
DeathBringer: (settles himself on
the couch)
(GLOMP)
DeathBringer: (being hugged by a
giant brown teddy bear in a pink tutu)
DeathBringer: Why do you smell like
cigarette smoke and vodka?
Bear: ...
DeathBringer: And why does your tutu
look like a 'tu-three'?
Bear: Leave my hips out of this!
(sobs and runs)
DeathBringer: o.o I have got to stop
hanging out with Kiza and Hell so much.
