There was on thing that Mikan hated more than Ignorance.
Silence. Absolute Silence.
On a battlefield, silence meant death or defeat. During missions, silence meant surprise. Silence was always followed by trouble, and Mikan hated it.
The kids in her class stared in shock at the intimidating man (Note: Yuka never inserted the stones into the ESP, instead marrying him, because of that he never adorned the figure of a child). This was the "ESP", one of the most powerful men in the world, principal of the elite Alice Academy, the man who controlled there every movement, and now, the father of Mikan. Their classmate.
No one dared to utter a word, no one dared to laugh out loud from the shock, and no one dared to breath.
These kids aren't very daring are they? Mikan's disappointment of the lack of reaction from her classmates was masked from the happiness of finally seeing her father.
The teacher, if he tries to make a move on father, I'll kill him, was the first to recover. A thin line replaced the gay smile he greeted Mikan with, just 5 minutes ago. His posture immediately stiffened, and over-whelming hate filled his eyes.
His stiff posture bended just a bit, indicating that he was bowing.
"Principal Kuonji, I didn't know Mikan was your daughter."
The ESP seemed amused at Narumi's unusual behavior that only appeared in front of him.
"I apologize, I got the indication that you received the news from your dear friend, Misaki"
Though the message seemed neutral enough, both Mikan and Narumi immediately detected the underlying of malice in his words.
"I must say I did not."
6 words out and 2 seconds later did it take Narumi to realize his mistake.
"I must visit Misaki then to see what has been keeping him from you."
Visibly, Narumi's face paled. It was a trap, with no way out. No way to save his friend and not get in troubles himself and no way to just disappear.
"Now, I must take my leave. Take care of Mikan." With a curt nod, the Elementary School Principal took his leave.
As the large wooden doors slammed shut, the silence resumed. Not even the gay teacher tried to cut the tension hanging like a haunting ghost.
Taking it upon herself to find her seat, Mikan walked up the left aisle of desks. Looking around she couldn't find a single empty seat. That is, until she reached the very back of the classroom. A total of three desks occupied the back, and only two seats were taken. The one farthest from her was a princely boy, that meaning, he reminded Mikan of the boring stories that her maids used to read her.
Prince Charming, was it? I wonder if this kid has a thing for kissing dead, helpless girls too?
The one closest to her, and the one closest to the empty seat was a boy. The boy.
The killer
Noting him down, Mikan noticed that he wasn't the only one in dead shock. No, his silence stemmed from anger. The calm before a storm. The slight flare of his nostrils was the only sense of how mad he was. His hands lay calm, his eyebrows were smoothed, and his eyes seemed bored.
Interesting
This kid was perfect. The perfect play-toy for her.
I wonder how long it will take for him to crack?
I know, short, but I've been busy.