So my story got deleted for the inappropriate summary (Scoff) do these people honestly think that nine year olds are reading fanfiction?

Sometimes internet folk are preposterously FUCKING stupid. But whatever.

anyways...

Chapter 1: Enter the Doormat

Who are you, to tell us who we are
Who are you, you're a fiend, you're a liar,
And I will summon the hands of a fighter,
And you will know, who we are

"If Not For Ourselves"- Woe is Me

If there was a God, he was one sick, sick, cynical, perverted, basta-

"Mogami-san. I do hope my lesson is sufficient to holding your attention. I do understand you simply find Fuwa-kun's track record much more riveting, but humor me." The collective giggles from the simpering idiots, I called classmates filled the room, and I remembered that none of them must've noticed yet.

They hadn't noticed the change in me, but they would now.

The rigidity I was sure my posture had taken was enough of a tip off, but the severe temperature switch was a bullet through the foot. I noticed their eyes drift almost hesitantly back and forth in question to the sudden tense atmosphere unknowing of it's origin at the back of the room- where I resided.

That's right, you will piss yourself.

I am

Angry.

Now years before this occurrence testimonies from any self-respecting classmate of Kyoko Mogami (this would exclude ninety-five percent of the women), would testify to her mostly cheery and extremely bright manner. Never in existence had one of them seen her angry.

Never had they seen her exude any sort of black miasma.

Never had any of them cried as a result of her eyes meeting theirs.

That is, until now.

I could feel the little apparitions, that I had somehow come to terms with between now and what had occurred yesterday, twirl excitedly around my body. They slid over my shoulders like armor and the tentative grip they had on my backbone forced my posture into aggression.

I was a force not to be trifled with, and it seemed that now that the idiot of all human born idiocy had woken me from my asinine behavior- I'd have to reeducate all of these fools on this manner.

The smile that curled my lips was simply devilish.

That's right tremble Koenji, tremble in those damn Gucci boots! I know it was you who pushed me into the mud third year in grade school! I know and I WILL HAVE REVENGE YOU HARPIE!

Oh, that may have been too strong.

None in the classroom could explain why the class Madonna Koenji Erika had just fainted, but chances were the pissed off permeating teen in the back of the classroom was somehow connected. They all whipped around quickly to the force curling the hair at the back of their necks and the distinct sound of a whimper passed through the lips of the unsuspecting Ishibashi Yuusei.

Whimp.

I grinned as my eyes, which I am sure were reflecting numerous propositions on human expiration locked firmly with the sniveling boy, and he promptly withered in his seat. The rest seeing the magnitude of my newfound anger turned quickly from my line of sight and if I was right in my observations, even the resident ex-Yankee Makino Honami was shivering slightly in her Docs.

Oh yes, I would make sure they all knew I was NOT a presence to be scoffed at any longer. I'd spent years under the foot of these idiots, day in and day out and the only reason I'd even put up with the garbage that fell from their invalid mouths was for the sake of THE IDIOT THAT SHALT NOT BE NAMED.

My incendiary attitude upped a notch or two and down went the temp in the room. The entire class, I had them reduced to terrified wrecks in a few moments. The ability was a rabble-rousing surge of power.

Now to deal with the leader of this pack of idiots. I didn't know who the hell he thought he was, but he'd be sure to remember himself the next time he spoke to me in any sort of familiar way. He didn't have the safeguard of knowing the previous, more idiotic me, so really there was no excuse for his little disapproving attitude.

Look here you! My eyes flamed. Gold burning molten in my irises as I turned slowly and the wisps of raven black hair framing my face shift in regard to the grudges swirling dangerously around me, I locked eyes with the new Home Room teacher.

The pupils in his forest green eyes widened and he sucked in a breath as we made eye contact for the first time this year- given it was the first day of class, but STILL. I bored into his gaze refusing to back down as I glared my own determination into his shocked gaze.

I lessened the extremity of my defiance and my gaze slid lazily over the board. Sixteenth Century Political Science, Europe- Niccolo Machiavelli

Ah.

I smiled nicely at the quote written neatly in English on the board, and read aloud, much to the shock of both the man standing earnestly confused and to the shivering fools.

"The ends justify the means." The English I'd spoken seemed to shock the class even more as I mulled over that statement, and just how significantly it fit with the current turn of events in my life. My smile dropped slightly as the realization took over that I had been a means to an end. I had been a damn tool. But no more, there would be no false conjecture spat at me any longer, and if the look in my eyes didn't convey it to every single one of these meandering invalids then I'd spend the rest of my knowable existence ensuring that they understood that Mogami Kyoko was not a girl to be trifled with.

I would be a goddamn hurricane,

And I'd blow their houses into the realm of Hades.

A cold smile graced my lips as my mind conjured another excerpt from The Prince, the emerald green I held locked in sight, widening as I spoke.

"All men are evil and they are always going to act according to the wickedness of their spirits whenever they have free scope. I much prefer this quote Sensei." The other's looked on in confusion, unknowing of the words I'd just spoken or the implied insult, but the man as infuriating as he was, he did.

I watched him swallow slightly as I brushed the long bangs from my vision and fixed him with a glare.

"Trust me, I find your dictation on sixteenth century cowards, much more appetizing than that mongrel's race horse record, but forgive me if the clouds win out over your history lesson." The class gasped collectively as I fixed a hardened glare on the man, particularly when I mentioned the idiot. In fact about half the class (women of course) growled lowly in defense of the cad. I turned back to those with just as icy a look of contempt and quickly they were cowed.

Pathetic.

I smiled again as I stared up at the name on the board and the slightly rigid stance of the hulking man at the front of the room. The whisper of fear hung about the room as he placed the chalk flat on the desk before him, this colossal stature bending at the waist as he leaned forward and locked eyes with me.

For a moment I quaked with an unexplainable terror, a fleeting excitement that was simply exhilarating. I noticed offhandedly that the man was handsome- excessively so. The green eyes then must've been product of his foreign blood. He stared me down unmovable in his dominance, but I looked on blandly into his gaze. My smile tugging lazily at the corner of my lips as I tapped the end of my pen- metronome like- on the end of my desk counting the moments he could hold out before he lost it.

The effect seemed to generate enough tension in the entire class to cause them severe nerve attention as I noticed several of them began to sweat in agony of the viscous silence. They would be easy to convince, it seemed they had already gotten the gist of my changed behavior.

Mogami Kyoko, had finally snapped and now there would be hell to pay.

The emerald green irises glinted a malevolent cold jade as he regarded me, and I smiled lightly in response to his clear dislike.

Good, I hate you too, you shallow pompous airhead. I would not yield to any

Foolish man again, and he sure as hell better understand that. Being first in the national mock exams was good for something, every once in a while. Normally I would study diligently in response to the teachings of a fellow scholar, but his flashy appearance, that fake smile of his and everything he did that screamed "ladies-man" hit far to close to my strike out zone. Even more so, his commanding gaze rubbed me in all the wrong places.

So yes, Mogami Kyoko has now just earned a new enemy.

"Ne, Sensei…"

BANG!

SCREECH

The loud bang of my text book against the hard wood floor of the classroom in the dense silence, conjured sounds reminiscent of several Halloween movies and Jason Vorhees in full garb. Sudo Yuka, worst of all of them, seemed to scream herself into a fit of tears and the tall teacher having kept a steady gaze with me throughout the match for dominance broke contact in an effort to subdue the hysterical child.

"Machiavelli did seem to have one thing right." My voice cut through the dramatics of the frightened girl, and the moment of reprieve was ended as I settled all the weight of my grudges in the classroom, the swirl of black apparitions bursting forth explosively, latching onto every human soul in the premise. They held all firmly in place as I giggled a terrible tinkling sound, reaching for my bag and securing it against my side, dipping ever slightly to retrieve my textbook.

A glance at the clock and I glided briskly past all the frozen students eyeing me terror stricken in accordance with their own restricted movement. I held back my own self satisfied cackle of humor at the sheer terror displayed on their faces ignoring the fact that I really must have lost my damn mind, to be abusing such innocent-

She always sticks to him, it's so fucking annoying!

Ugly, nerds should know their place. Seriously

I really can't even see why he'd bother with her, she's not cute at all. I mean I'd much rather have someone like Shoko-san. She's so womanly ya'know.

"Who'd want a plain-jane like that with no sex appeal. I mean seriously, it's awesome that she managed to give me an excuse to move out though. Now I can spend all the extra time I get when I leave that god forsaken house with you Aki-san."

"Shou, that's terrible. Doesn't she help you with your training and exercise regime, not to mention keep you up to par in school?"

"As she should have, I mean what am I suppose to do everything myself. I am a prince Aki-san, how can you expect me to stay first in the district and at the top of the grade without a little extra. In plus, it isn't as if she is unwilling."

"Yes, but you really don't need to be forcing all the work on her now, especially since you'll be living separately from now on."

"Maa, maa, you're right Aki-san. I'll just have you take care of me."

The sickening drop of my stomach as I'd heard those words uttered from the mouth of the man I'd devoted my entire life to had woken my brain from the stupid coma that love had placed it in.

Never again would I be victim to the deceiving nature of man. I would not trust the fake smiles of these surface friendships that were so predominant in high school as I never had, but now I knew for damn sure that not a single one of these frivolous relationships that existed whether between man or woman held any merit what so ever for me.

People were always assuming things about me, and all I'd ever done to suffice their assumptions was turn a blind eye to their cruelty, in effect from saving them from the regret at treating someone so horribly. But no, they would not feel that regret, because no one could truly care for someone like me. It wasn't some sort of exaggeration, I could only point out a trend in these happenings to myself as I approached the kneeling teacher, still frozen from my super natural chains.

My mother was supposed to love me.

She did not, in fact she hated me for all she was worth.

My best friend, and supposed true love, someone I had done nothing but sacrificed for, used me, and scorned me as an unappealing pawn to his own selfish gains.

I was either cursed, or I was simply not meant to be in cohorts with things like love.

Then so be it, God.

I will scorn love and abstain from any movement of emotions from these obnoxious whelps I call classmates.

I will be the immovable, impassable force of dispassion. I will garner my hate against that man, and seal away all traces of the weak little girl that mother despised so much,

And I will ensure that each and every breath giving soul in these people is aware that my name is Mogami Kyoko-

I reached my sensei's side and gave a light pat on his shoulder as I cemented his immobility with three extra grudges and regarded him with the most contempt I could conjure in one soul withering gaze.

"It is most definitely more beneficial to be feared, than loved. Is't that right Tsuruga-sensei?"

- And I am not a fucking doormat.

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