Chapter 2 yay!


By the time I woke up the next morning, my excitement had died down exponentially.

Why would I want to meet and spend my valuable time with a mental disturbed teenager? I wouldn't, that's why.

This was nothing more than a roadblock in the peaceful life I wanted to have. A peaceful life where I wasn't a high school teacher. Where I didn't have to deal with annoying brats- who loved me for my 'no bullshit' policy, damn them- day in and day out. A peaceful life that didn't include an annoying chubby principal and an annoying gym teacher who flirted with me every chance he got- he's really bad at it, but I notice, damn him. If I could I would be a hermit on an island where no one could ever bother me. But I'm a creature that belongs in civilization; if only I didn't have to interact with the other people in it. Those damn humans. Filthy creatures that cared nothing about anything besides themselves. Even the fact that I was one of them couldn't reconcile their horrid nature. My horrid nature.

So the very idea that I would be interested- forget excited- to meet some crazy kid who was, and I quote, 'deeply disturbed with the capacity to become exceedingly violent when backed into an undesired situation' was ridiculous. I absolutely despise humans. So I'm positive, positive, positive that I will hate, hate, hate this Tsukishima kid as well.

As I bitched in my head- yes, I know I'm bitching, that won't stop me from doing it- I quickly got dressed in a white button up shirt and some black slacks. I threw a red and black striped around my neck, intending to tie it on my way to the school.

I groused all the way there. My tie ended up sloppy due to my lack of attention for it. I grumped about that, too. I'm not gonna lie; I do feel satisfied after a good complaining session.

When I entered the halls, I'm confronted with the most annoying sight ever. Large groups of girls- and blatantly homosexual boys- gathered closely. They were not quite whispering. I could clearly hear the gossip about the tall, blond new kid with gorgeous eyes. I absently wondered if they were blue like that Tsugaru guy.

I maneuvered around them and headed towards the principal's office to meet the new bane of my existence. I passed by the principal's secretary without a sideways glance and she didn't attempt to stop me. She was one of the few people that worked at this place that I could tolerate. She didn't bother with unnecessary things.

The door to the Principal Kamura's office was open, so I went in without knocking.

Ah. So there he was.

He was indeed tall and blond. Not as broad as his cousin, but well built in a lean sort of way. He was dressed in the school's uniform which was a navy blue jacket over a white blouse along with navy blue slacks. The black tie he was wearing was obscured by the thick cream-colored scarf that was wrapped twice around his neck like a nest for his head. Were they really going to allow him to wear that? Apparently so since it had yet to be confiscated.

And then there were his eyes.

Wait... A second. Damn him.

My eyes!

He stole them! The blood red eyes that had, until now, been unique to my family had been stolen by this brat. The only other people I had known to have piercing red eyes like mine were my three cousins. And now... This guy...

How dare he?

My uniqueness! Where has it gone?

While my inner monologue was going on, Kamura was introducing me to this Heiwajima Tsukishima.

"Hachimenroppi-sensei?"

And apparently he had been talking to me too.

"Huh? What?" I didn't even bother pretending I was listening.

"You'll keep in contact with Tsukishima, right?" Kamura put a hand on the boy's shoulder, which caused the blonde's arm to go limp in attempt to shake the plump man off.

This caught my attention. I could see the shyness in the way the tall boy held himself. His scarf was pulled up so that it covered half his face. I couldn't see anything lower than his nose. He was looking demurely over the scarf at me. Kamura was standing extremely close to the boy and the blond was obviously uncomfortable. Every time the 15-year-old edged away from the principal, said man moved a step closer. The annoying bastard.

I ignored Kamura and took a step towards the boy. He looked like he wanted to take a step back. I held out my hand to him, "My name is Orihara Hachimenroppi, but you can call me Roppi-san."

The boy hesitated for a long moment before taking my hand and shaking it. He gave a nod.

I don't know what I had been expecting, but I found myself disappointed. Maybe I had wanted him to shyly test out my name and smile. Then we would have a flowery bromance and ride off into the sunset- after a few trials, tribulations, and misunderstandings, of course- like some Bacon Lettuce manga. I always had wanted to be a careless manga character. But it was not to be.

I realized I had been holding Tsukishima's hand for a full five minutes when I felt him trying desperately to free himself. I let go of him not a moment later and his momentum sent him a few steps back.

Principal Kamura interrupted our awkward moment by placing his hand on my shoulder- I wish he wouldn't; he does it all the time and his hands are gross, which bothers me- and holding a sheet of paper out towards me. "Hachimenroppi-sensei will take you to your classes, Tsukishima-kun." He gave me a shove towards the door, "Have fun, you two!"