Discrimination

"NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND," Ikuto shouted banging the desk. "Why are you letting such a trash enrol into our school. Explain to me Chairmen Tsukasa Amakawa."

Tsukasa sighed eyeing the clearly infuriated Ikuto. "Look, I have personal reasons for why Amu Hinamori is here and other less personal reasons too. I'm not going to tell you anything Ikuto even if your family funds this school the most. You need to learn other people have secrecy and their own private rights." Tsukasa sighed again, "I'll say this for the last time too Ikuto. Amu Hinamori will not be expelled from this school."

Ikuto gritted his teeth with almost a growl as well, "at least suspend her. Any other student who behaved like that on the opening ceremony would be immediately expelled. At least make it seem like rules are properly enforced and its fair to all other students."

Tsukasa stood up, "I will not suspend Amu unless she has done something or the situation is way out of hand. To me, this is fine."

"Fine?" Ikuto repeated, slightly unbelieving of what he had just heard. "That girl made such a mess, publicly and verbally abused another student and even used violence. You call this fine. Tsukasa, there's a limit to your personal reasons."

Tsukasa opened the door, "I know your mad Ikuto. But please, leave Amu Hinamori alone. I won't expel her or suspend her. I'll only allow you this Ikuto. Since you're the student council president, you can warn her and moderate her behaviour."

Ikuto kicked the desk before heading out the headmaster's room, saying as he walked past, "you talk as though she's a human being who can be moderated and warned… pathetic."

Ikuto turned the corner and stopped to see the person he least wanted to see.

"Yo, so I heard."

Ikuto ran his hand over his hair and forehead, "don't tell me your in trouble again Kukai Souma."

Kukai smiled putting his arm around Ikuto, "come on we're best friends. We've been friends since we were a baby."

"Which may have been a bad thing," Ikuto said.

"Come on don't be so mean now," Kukai complained, "besides I find that commoner girl interesting."

Ikuto glared at Kukai, "mention that bitch once more-"

"I'm sorry, I won't talk about-" Kukai said but then followed quickly by a smile, "here look I've got tickets to see the football match today. What do you say?"

Ikuto smiled, "I'm obviously going."

THE NEXT DAY

Yawning and stretching as she walked down the corridor, Amu cursed whoever made kids go to school in the first place. It was pointless, you don't learn a thing at all. She loosened her tie a little and feeling it was better not to wear one anyway, she took it off completely and threw it out the window. "Class 1A," she reminded herself, seems like she was placed in the top, elite class with the cleverest out of the already clever rich kids. "What is the headmaster even thinking. Class will be even more boring."

She looked up at the golden plate on the big double doors which clearly read Class 1A. She grabbed the handles and stopped, smirking. "since when did you start using door handles Amu?" she ridiculed herself. With a loud bang the door to the classroom crashed opened from Amu's kick, disturbing the students inside the room who were already quietly studying. As soon as she stepped in, there were already whispers and disapproving looks which surrounded her. She walked up to the teacher and grabbed at his tie, "seat."

The teacher trembled but he looked at Amu as though she was poison with absolute disgust. He turned his face away from her and pointed to the desk right at the back. As Amu walked past the desks with students seated already she pulled several faces. The desks to Amu's opinion were ridiculous, having a computer on each one and a telephone, drawers and even a mini fridge underneath, with a comfy cushion chair behind each desk. Rich people are just ridiculous and not practical.

She bit her lips arriving at her own desk. Well, how thoughtful was it for someone to dump a mass pile of rubbish onto her desk and chair. It stank like compost. Amu immediately walked out the classroom, which no one even bothered to stop her. She virtually ran up the stairs till she arrived at the student council president office. Without even bothering to knock she kicked the door opened like she did when she entered the classroom.

"YOU AGAIN!" Ikuto shouted as soon as the door opened.

"What do you mean again?" Amu asked, "its my first time in your room."

Ikuto pointed towards the door, "its your first and its your last - OUT."

Amu jumped onto Ikuto's desk, "I've a complaint."

"I've a complaint too," Ikuto shouted, "off my desk, you monkey girl."

Amu twitched, snatching a file from the desk at the same time as Ikuto and they started to hit each other with it. Amu grabbed onto Ikuto's hair and pulled a few strands out. She stuck her tongue out at him afterwards which irritated Ikuto more than ever. Returning the favour he grabbed Amu's leg and pulled it enough so that she'd fall off the desk. Amu tried getting at his hair again but he quickly grabbed her chin and bit hard at her ear which made her shout too loudly for comfort.

"What's happening?" a flustered Kukai who was in a nearby room came running in. He blushed at the sight of Ikuto and Amu, which looked like in his eyes; Ikuto tenderly holding Amu in his arms and playfully biting her ear. A sign of sexual invitation. "I'm sorry I interrupted."

Pulling away from each other, both Ikuto and Amu took a file lying on the floor and threw it at Kukai, shouting in unison, "shut the door and get the hell in here NOW."

Ikuto glared at Amu, "don't copy me."

"You're the one who copied me, dirty bastard," Amu said baring her teeth at him.

Both extremely agitated by the other presence, Ikuto and Amu grabbed each others hand and began to try and push the other over.

From the side Kukai sobbed, "you two lovey-dovey birds." In Kukai's vision it was Ikuto and Amu holding hands and dancing in circles… with flowers blooming round the edge of the scene.

"SHUT-UP, that's disgusting," Ikuto and Amu both shouted. They broke off, both headed towards Kukai and whacked him over the head.

Ikuto glared at Amu, "who said you could hit my friend?"

Before Amu could answer, Kukai held up his hands to stop them from speaking. He then turned his attention to Amu, eyes her up and down, then beamed, "WOW! AMAZING. You are Amu Hinamori. Just like the rumours say. I'm Kukai Souma, President Ikuto Tsukiyomi's best friend since baby and I'm also the student council vice-president. Nice to meet you, I am also a commone-~"

Ikuto whacked Kukai on the head again, holding his fist up at Kukai as a warning, "don't lie about your status."

Amu frowned at the two, "I'm not hear to listen to two clowns trying to put on a gag show. I've told you before president. I have a complaint. Warn the entire Class 1A. They've dumped rubbish all over my desk and get someone to tidy it whilst your at it. Make sure they apologise to me as well."

"Get lost," Ikuto said.

Amu eyed him, "say that again. As the president you have the duty to sort these things out and help me even if you hate it. I figured it was a good way to hurt your pride again if you were forced to help me. I told you it was war between us. So president, say it again."

Ikuto sat behind his desk and calmly replied, "I'm not helping you. Your right that as the president I need to sort these matters out. Discrimination and acts such as dumping rubbish on another students desk is classified as discrimination in our school. Discrimination leads to warning and punishment of the students who've committed that act, normally."

Amu clenched her fist, suddenly realising what Ikuto was intending to do about this situation, "no one will care if the president turned a blind eye on my case. You don't need to help me, instead you'll happily discriminate against me with the others."

Ikuto smirked, having won against Amu this time, "unfortunately by coming here and thinking you could ask for my help hurts your pride and not mine, now that I don't need to help you."

Amu kicked at the desk and banged her fist at the door as she left, turning back once to glare at Ikuto, "don't get cocky bastard. I should've known all along snobs are cruel and vile to the core. You'll regret this. If your not doing anything then I'll be solving this problem with my own methods."

The door slammed shut, loud and hard. Kukai walked over to Ikuto, lightly slamming his hands onto his desk.

Ikuto looked at Kukai, "what is it now? I'm not in the mood."

"Help her," Kukai clearly said, "help Amu Hinamori."

"Did I hear you wrong?" Ikuto asked, "stop joking. As if I care. She should expect it if she's a commoner attending a school full of rich people."

"it's the president's duty."

"No one would care."

"Ikuto," Kukai said more sternly this time, "being discriminated isn't a game or joke. Whether the victim or the one discriminating, nothing good will come out of it. You may hate her but don't mix that feeling up with your responsibility as a president and what as a human being should do that's right."

Ikuto stood up, "she was the one who declared war and did such outrageous stuff in the opening ceremony. Which ever one of us manages to degrade or hurt the others pride wins. I just won."

Kukai sighed, "don't use that pathetic and childish war as an excuse. Ikuto, you know well that not helping her was wrong. Are you going to continue being wrong? Are you going to keep letting your anger take over your logic?"

Ikuto didn't answer, but looked away from Kukai.

Kukai pressed on, "it could be dangerous if we let her do what she wants. Who knows what kinds of method she'll use…"

Ikuto still didn't reply.

Kukai walked towards the door, "Ikuto for the last time… are you going to change your mind? Will you help Amu Hinamori?"

[AUTHORS-P.S. SORRY ABOUT AMU's NAME. I'll Remember its Hinamori now. 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]