Chapter 3 ~ Dillusional
I have a problem with this. I have a very big problem with this.
How the heck do fake video game characters exist in the real world? Well, sure I'm insane...but I'm not that insane! Fanfiction's probably told you to unleash your imagination. Oh yeah, that's absolutely fine. Note to you: put it on a leash. Don't let your imagination fly too far off from you or you might get completely wrapped up in it.
I sighed deeply, pulling myself back to reality.
School. I have school today. I packed my bags and was about to open the door to my bedroom when I recounted yesterday's events.
A bruise-covered sister came to mind.
Well, even if it was a dream, I probably shouldn't go that way. Instead, I leapt up to the windowsill and attempted to jump out the window. Strange thing was, I wasn't scared, not the slightest bit. As I landed on the ground, I felt my heart beating violently and it was only then that I realized that their was a cold object touching my chest.
I still had the necklace.
Well, again, my first instinct was to chuck it as far as I could, but with my strength, and horrible throwing skills, it'd probably end up decorating the grass 1 m away from me. Option 2: I could throw it out, but almost as soon as the idea came to my mind, I was completely absorbed with it. It was like one of those "Lord of the Ring" things...my precious.... I was kind of dazed after the hypnotic state passed me.
All I could do now was keep it. Unfortunately.
Giving up, I started to walk to school. I would've bought something on the way to school for breakfast, but I ran out of money with the sandwich yesterday. Oops. Oh well, I could go without dinner and breakfast. Yah, I'm alright.
My stomach grumbled. Even my own body's against me.
I tried not to think about food. Silently, I continued on the path towards school.
The school day started off like any other day. As usual, I was only student who arrived promptly, and the math teacher gave yet another lecture about how every student should be like Ino, how Ino is a wonderful student. I would've liked to give her one of her own famous lectures about the basics of sucking up but knowing her, she probably would've gotten me suspended. Then I'd never hear the end of it from my mom.
Biology was fun, we dissected frogs. I'm not a masochist or anything, but I kind of enjoyed cutting at it. I was kind of surprised that I knew exactly how to do it. My mind wasn't even on the frog, I was still thinking about the man I met yesterday, though it got me nowhere.
In English, we went over the principles of writing an essay...for the 500th time or so. I liked to think that our English teacher had short-term memory loss. Well, it was either that or she really really sucks at teaching.
And then we had lunch. I knew the cafeteria servers really well, so they'd shove me free food when they saw fit. Seeing as I didn't have a lunch today, they gave me a burger and fries. I was on a diet, but hey, when someone gives you free food, why not?
Next period was my ethics and philosophy class. I don't even know why I took it. We spend hours writing mostly about stuff that doesn't make sense. Oh well, it's an easy course. An easy course to pass, and an easy course to get 100 in...if you're me of course.
And just when I thought I'd reached the lowest point of my day...everything sped up from there.
My ethics and philosophy teacher always dragged on boring conversations about human nature for hours and hours. He'd always call on me and expect some brilliant response. Well, that sure changed today.
The principal came into the room halfway through the class to announce the arrival of a new student. She turned towards me, beamed at me and then turned to ask the student to introduce himself.
Surprisingly, it only to me a few seconds to regain myself. There, staring at me through the door of the classroom, was Zexion...no, scratch that, "the young man" from yesterday.
He calmly and gracefully stepped through the doorway, past the principal and stood there, staring at our teacher. Slowly, he shifted his gaze towards me. Without ever looking away from me, he introduced himself.
"My name is Rion Schneider. I'm 17 years old and I'll be transferring here as of today. It's nice to meet you all," he said in a sarcastically angelic tone.
I never got a chance to observe him carefully yesterday in the rain, but now that he was right in front of me with no obstructions, he really was...beautiful.
That was my first thought. My second thought was: oh crud. My third thought was that I could finally get the answers I wanted from him.
There was an awkward silence in our class. Most of the girls were staring at him; most of the guys were spitting in jealousy. I watched as he gently walked past the teacher's desk and up to the desk beside me. I could swear that the girl beside me almost fainted.
"Is it okay if I sit here?" he asked the teacher.
"Um...well...you'd have to ask B-B-B-Bianca," the teacher stuttered, a bit scared of him, I should think.
He turned his face towards Bianca, who almost cried out in joy and nodded, quickly packing her stuff and moving to the nearest vacant seat.
"Thank you," he said, calmly sitting down.
To be honest, I wasn't completely sure if he was the man from yesterday until he pulled out his books. A lexicon lay on top of his books. My jaw dropped.
"Are you alright?" he asked me.
Shaking my head, I said "I'm fine."
He chuckled.
"You're being contradictory, you know?" he laughed.
I shook my head in protest.
"No, I'm not," I said.
"Well, you were," he said quietly.
I think the teacher was a bit fed up with us by now. He tapped his ruler on the ground, eager to resume class.
"Alright, we're excited to have to and all, but we really need to cover this stuff," the teacher said impatiently.
I thought he was going to start hurling pages of his lexicon in anger or something, but instead...
"I'm sorry, please continue," he said, keeping a sarcastic smile on his face.
The teacher started to monologue about his life, how unfortunate he was and how he pulled it all together to become a teacher. It was boring, as usual. I'd found something much more interesting to do.
I stared at "Rion" throughout the rest of the class. Actually, it was kind of hard not to stare at him. He was busy flipping through his books, looking for specific pages that the teacher was referring to. The whole class was admiring his page-flipping skills, until the teacher got a bit annoyed with us, well...with me actually.
"...Wouldn't you know, Ino?" the teacher asked sarcastically.
"What?" I blurted out, snapping out of it.
His lips curled up and turned into an evil sneer.
"Well, if you had been listen, you would have known the answer," he said slowly, clearly enjoying himself. "I suppose I have no choice but to call home today."
He wouldn't dare! That'd be the end of my freedom. The only reason why I behave at school is because if I didn't, my mom would completely strip me of what little privileges I had. Have to make something up...have to make something up...which would be easy if I had been listening the slightest bit. Guess what? I hadn't.
"Excuse me, sir," Rion added. "Mind if I answer the question?"
The teacher seemed flustered at his sudden outburst.
"I don't see why not," he said, suddenly withdrawn.
I let out a sigh of relief. I swear I heard him chuckle at that.
"From his experiences, we can easily decipher the fact that the concepts of good and evil are best described as being two different faces of the same card," he said calmly.
The whole class dropped silent. Why? Well, firstly, our ethics and philosophy teacher sucks at teaching ethics and philosophy, for that matter. The best thing I've probably written on a test for a question like that would be "good is good and evil is evil" or something like that. So naturally, the teacher would be stunned to hear an intelligent answer.
The bell rang.
"Class dismissed," the teacher said, nodding at Rion.
Everyone started rummaging through their stuff and packing up their bags. You could easily hear girls around the room gossiping about "the new kid." The teacher sat down and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Everything just seemed very uneasy with him around.
As the students started to leave, I got up and marched right up to his desk. He looked up, with a smirk on his face.
"Are you...?" I started.
"Stop," he said. "It's Rion. Nice to meet you."
I froze. I hadn't even finished asking him my question, but he'd already answered it.
"You owe me some answers," I said coldly.
"And you owe me some questions," he responded coolly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Haha...very funny," I said sarcastically. "Really though, who...scratch that...what are you?"
"Who knows, I'm anybody you want me to be...or maybe nobody," he said.
"I..." I started again.
I never got to finish my sentence, because in that split second, he rose to his feet so silently that I'd swear I was standing beside a ghost. He quickly turned and stepped around me, stopping to say one last word.
"Don't worry, I'm here for you," he said mockingly, loud enough for only me to hear.
He scooped up his bags and walked out the door, leaving me standing alone, in an awkwardly empty classroom.