I'm suffering from writer's block again. It's a real pain but I guess I'll just get through it by publishing consecutive chapters everyday. It should get me writing everyday and hopefully I can get over it with this story. Quality and content may turn out like crap though. Bear with me.
Three bloody years and you would think I've built enough patience to deal with these new, senseless imbeciles. Several bodies littered the hallways dirtying the pristine floors with their filthy presence. The very first day of school and my halls are already reeking of dim-witted idiots who couldn't find anything more productive to do than terrorize a fellow freshman. And a pitiful Italian, at that.
First-years are such a pain in the arse.
"We'll surprise him! Grab his arms from behind while I punch the living daylights out of this punk!"
"Right boss!"
Sighing, I kicked the idiot making a grab at my arm, the impact causing a chain reaction. The student toppled over the other delinquents standing a bit too close behind him. They fell like a line of dominoes thanks to chubby in the front.
"Idiots! It's not a surprise anymore if you're practically yelling it in my ear." I squished his face with the sole of my trainers. The piglet under my shoe turned bright pink and drew a sheath from his pocket.
"Why you cocky little bastard-"
I wearily lowered my eyes to meet his and he froze instantly. His brown irises, a typical colour from the assortment now a days, were displaying his true identity: a helpless weakling. They say the eyes are the windows to a person's soul. A blind person needn't even look at this fool's eyes to read him like an open book and see him for what he really was. Pitiful. What are the chances that his childhood consisted of being neglected and spoiled? So cliché...
With a flick of a finger, the Swiss army knife went twirling out of his hands. It landed with a light clink. I crushed the boy's wrists with my foot. It cracked and snapped under the pressure as he released an ear-grating whine.
I scoffed. "I'm not some helpless woman, you wanker! Who do you think I am?"
"P-Please… s-s-stop!"
"Introductions, introductions!" I was cut short with my mobile buzzing.
"Ah, yes Kiku?"
"I am sorry to disturb you Arthur-san, but everyone in the council room is searching for you. We need you back here to assist with the new arrivals, if it's not too much trouble."
"It's no trouble Kiku. I'll be there immediately. Say… mind doing me a little favor?"
"Hai. Please state your request."
"I need you to send the nurse and custodians to clean the hallways near the science buildings. It's absolutely filthy in here," I said impassively looking at the dirt on the floor. The little Italian was still cowering in the cornering. Thank heavens he wasn't blubbering too loud to disturb the classes in session.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "If I may ask Arthur-san, what happened?"
"Oh, I just happened to be passing by, making the rounds as usual and I noticed them all unconscious. Their injuries are devastating, however. Tsk, tsk, one has his arm dislocated and another lad's wrist is broken. Both of them actually," I stepped on his left wrists earning a cry of pain, "You know how first years are! So ecstatic for the beginning of the school year."
"H-Hai."
"Better call the nurse then, chap. Goodbye."
I walked over to the Italian, nudging him to get up. He glanced between his arms as I picked up the knife from before. He grimaced.
"Stand up."
"Che cosa?"
"Stand up."
The Italian shook his head no, gesturing at the blade.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I pronounced carefully. "Weapons are prohibited in the campus. It will be confiscated immediately. Now find your next class. The period's almost over."
"Signore, I-"
"I said get to class!"
The kid sprang up and dashed away, his footfalls echoing throughout the vast halls. I perked my ears up when I heard the idiot stumble along the way. They get stupider every year. I was ready to leave this godforsaken place when I heard clapping behind me. A student, judging from his uniform a second year, was animatedly cheering. He wore a grin large enough to split his childish face. His canines sparkled from the sunlight peering from the ceiling's high windows.
"That was totally badass! You were all like, 'bam!' and 'whack!' and then you were like 'slam!'" the boy was making bizarre gestures, and punching thin air. "You're like a hero!" he pointed. Americans.
The school has been receiving plenty of them lately. Damn it all. Honestly, like I didn't have enough things to worry about with them running all over the school acting like self-righteous hypocrites. Tricky things, Americans are. Unintentionally speak out of their beliefs and they'll launch on a rant fueling the rest of their company into action. Not only that, but they're the hardest to break too.
"Dude, you were so cool-!" he began to say as I started walking away. I haven't the time to deal with the pest right now. The rest of the student council was probably waiting for me to begin orientation.
"Wait! Where are you going?" he called after me.
"Go to class, kid. Wandering around campus while classes are in session is against school rules. Truants are immediately assigned campus detention, however, I'll let you off just this once," I stated checking my watch. 9:30. Five minutes before the end of first period.
"Hold on a sec! I want an autograph!" The American snatched my arm earning him a sickening lump on the head, courtesy of the school's student council president.
"Detention! After school, sixteen hundred hours sharp! Understand!?"
