Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Deeper Kyo or anything else that has to do with it.
Yuya--dressed in a navy pleated skirt and a navy cardigan--took a seat. She was eager to see if this class was going to be less boring than the one she'd just come from. Fresh out of high school, Yuya found she was especially interested in philosophy. She was finally on her own and ready to get her hands full with different ideas and new beliefs; she'd even begun to read a book about Jean-Paul Sartre.
She looked down at her professor (though a relatively small class, it still had stadium seating). He was tall and dressed in a suit. His hair was smooth and parted to the side (similar to Oogami's from "Code: Breaker") and wore black-rimmed glasses. The only thing that did not fit the picture were the piercing crimson eyes behind those glasses. "They're almost...demonic," thought Yuya, "and isn't he a little young to be a professor? What was he, a kid genius?" Many of the girls, however, could have cared less--they just felt lucky to have something nice to look at during what they believed was going to be a most boring subject.
Professor Kyo started class. He didn't speak too loudly, but his words carried force. The man paced the room as he measured his students. He looked bored, "no, not bored," Yuya resolved, "haughty."
Professor Kyo was writing something on the board...
"Bzzzzzzz"
Yuya flinched. She delved into her purse for the guilty object then relaxed, surely phones going off isn't as big of a deal in college. Yuya snuck a peak at the professor to see if he'd even noticed.
He was staring right at her; no, not staring, glaring.
"Excuse me miss...?"
"Yuya Shiina." she answered, returning the glare. She felt a bit uneasy, but no way was she gonna to show it.
He eyed her for a good few seconds.
"Miss Shiina, I would advise you to keep your cellphone off during lecture," he drawled, "god knows who would want to call such a dogface."
He'd said that last line under his breath, with his back facing her, but the whole class heard anyway, and laughed, all except for Yuya Shiina. Her face flushed to the brilliant shade of a lobster. She clenched her pencil in order to keep herself from chucking it at his great thick skull. For the whole rest of class, her heart beat with malicious anger. Right when the minute-hand touched twelve, she hastily gathered her books and stomped off in a huff.
-----*-----*-----*-----*-----
Yuya blindly made her way to the dorm. "I could go to the authorities!" Yuya thought wildly, but then immediately brushed the idea off--she had her pride.
Yuya tore open the door. She paced back and forth muttering curses incessantly (she was an animal far too large for its cage).
"Yuya, what's wrong?"
Yuya stopped, feeling a little relieved. Though she'd only known her roommate for three days now, Yuya had felt they shared a close bond.
"Sakuya!" Yuya cried, and then recounted all of today's events, but to Yuya's great annoyance, Sakuya started giggling (gracefully, of course).
"Argh! Sakuya, it is not funny!" She fled to the other room and threw down her book bag.
However, when Sakuya's amusement finally subsided, she put some water on the stove to make Yuya some tea.
Yuya rushed through her other homework so she could focus on what was clearly most important: revenge. "Fu fu fu," Yuya laughed evilly, her eyes now possibly more demonic than Kyo's, "so the bastard decided to assign a shit load of homework on the first day, eh?" she thought out loud. Yuya was pressing her pencil down so hard, she poked a few holes in the paper. "Dogface, huh? Dogface...this week's subject is... existentialism, perfect!" She opened her Sartre book and began highlighting furiously. Surely there was something, anything she could call him out on. Yuya happily imagined his arrogant facade shattering to pieces. At 3:30 AM, the girl fell asleep wearing a peaceful smile at last--Yuya Shiina hated losing.
-----*-----*-----*-----*-----
The next day, Yuya tapped her foot impatiently through the first two classes. Without fully realizing it, she had dressed up even more preppy than yesterday, as if to make a point that she wasn't just some lazy college student, but a dignified young woman serious about education (or that she wasn't a dogface).
Yuya took a deep breath before entering. Her heart was beating fast, but this time with excitement--she was prepared. Yuya lifted up her chin and stepped inside, ready to face the music.
The girl could have sworn Professor Kyo eyed her for a second time before he began to speak. Yuya listened to his words intently, waiting...
"However, by taking pure subjectivity as the starting point and by treating man as an isolated being, existentialism can disregard the social character of man and his innate inclination toward solidarity. Namely, this philosophy can almost be described as anti-humanist--"
"Ah, yes! There!" Yuya thought gleefully. She didn't even bother to raise her hand;
"Actually, isn't that a crass distortion of the existentialist insight that man creates his own world? Uncovering the human roots of our world is not subjectivism as the critical approach of existentialism shows the social character of human actions against the backdrop of mystification and reification...Sartre explained this himself."
The entire class fell silent. Professor Kyo stiffened and the chalk he was holding slowly skidded down the chalkboard emitting a squeaking sound. Professor Kyo turned until his demon eyes met hers. "What's this?" Yuya thought, shivering as though the room just got colder, "a killing aura?"
"Yuya Shiina, I need you to stay after class."
The entire class exhaled. He had said this perfectly calm, but his eyes spoke of something different. Yuya gulped. Obviously, she hadn't thought this far ahead.
-----*-----*-----*-----*-----
She stayed put and watched as everyone left one by one. Finally, she unglued herself from the seat and balled her hands into fists, trying for composure. She went down the steps.
Yuya stood, waiting for the Professor to stop sorting his things and notice her existence. His side profile was remarkably serious, immersed in his whatever grouping and organizing. She noticed his hands--he was tanner than she. "Well, that's not hard, I'm the palest girl on this whole campus" she thought.
The stillness was getting painfully awkward--she cleared her throat. Kyo looked up. Yuya scowled at him. "You ass," she thought, "you're the one who asked me to stay after, don't look so surprised I'm standing here."
He rose to achieve his full height and looked down at (on) her arrogantly.
"Hey bitch, I'm hungry, get me dinner" he said, his eyes sparkling with a queer mixture of malice and humor.
"W-wha?" stuttered Yuya, taken aback by the usage of the word "bitch", "n-no! I don't--"
He held up a paper (her paper) and grinned. His mouth finally matching his demonic orbs.
"I'll give you an F."
Yuya scoffed, "No you wouldn't, you can't..."
The professor's eyes glittered dangerously.
-----*-----*-----*-----*-----
"Oh my god, is the man two-faced, or is this just his true self?" wondered Yuya. At the moment, she was far too shocked to be angry. With a giant sigh, Kyo had ruffled his hair (now it was similar to Kyoshiro's) and loosened his tie--he looked wild, feral.
"Hey, are you gonna eat that?"
"Wha?" Yuya asked dumbly, "oh, y-yeah--"
"Too bad!"
To Yuya's astonishment, he reached across the table and snatched her fried shrimp up with his chop sticks. She watched him--jaw dropped--bite and lick at the helpless little shrimp. "Just like a lion eating its prey," Yuya marveled, "even his teeth are fang-like..."
-----*-----*-----*-----*-----
"The man is a predator Sakuya! A predator! He made me take the check! Me, the poor college student that I am!" Yuya stopped to stare at Sakuya beseechingly, her eyes bulging from their sockets.
"Do you have any idea how much beer he drank?!"
Yuya attempted to catch her breath. Poor Sakuya fought to keep a straight face (boy, she was guiltily enjoying this).
"And then do you know what he did next?!" she asked, as if she were telling a ghost story. Yuya fought damned hard to control her emotions so she could spit this last line out, "He...he...HE PULLED MY SKIRT UP, TOOK A PICTURE OF MY UNDERWEAR, AND NOW HE'S USING IT TO BLACKMAIL ME!" Yuya did not only tell this to Sakuya, but possibly to the people in the room beside, above, and below their room as well.
The girl with white-yellow hair fell asleep thinking only one thing: "I will not be a fried shrimp, not over my dead body."