Chapter Three: *sniff sniff* Smells Like Teen Spirit!
Rukawa Detention Day 2I awoke from my sleep reluctantly. It was too noisy; I couldn't sleep any longer. What the hell were they doing? It took awhile for me to register what I was seeing.
Everybody – and I do mean everybody (save for that scrawny Year 1 kid) was jumping up and down and nodding their heads like they were on crack. Some of them were on tables, others on chairs and they were singing something… something that sounded like Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit. They resembled performing monkeys in a zoo. Sakuragi, in particular, didn't look like he was fully aware of what was happening. I think he was just jumping to show off his new shoes, or his jumping abilities or whatever, and was desperately trying to capture attention. What a twit.
Teacher
I strolled down the corridor, worried. I had been put in charge of the performance to welcome the Year 1 students, and I was short of two items. The Ballet Club could fill one of them, I think, but what about the other item? Oh no, what have I gotten myself into? Why did I ever agree to be in charge of this?
Just then, something told me to take a few steps backwards, so I did. And what did I see? A bunch of rowdy students jumping up and down. I could hear them singing something… I couldn't quite make out the song, but surely they were singing. Then, I had an idea.
I knocked on the door, and opened it.
"Err, hi –" I began.
Everyone froze when they saw me. A very pretty girl that looked somewhat intimidating walked toward me.
"Hullo." She said, narrowing her eyes at me.
I looked at the rest of the students in the classroom. Gulp. They looked fierce. Gulp.
"I'm Mr. Yoshi – "
"Yes, Mr. Yoshi? What do you want? We don't have all day, you know." Said the girl. "We're busy serving detention."
Gulp. What am I going to say now? Why did I ever come into this classroom? Gulp.
"Oh, uhh, as you all know, there's gonna be a performance to welcome the Year 1 students, and I was wondering if you'd like to perform – "
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"Ok," I said hurriedly, and scampered out of the classroom.
I bumped into the Discipline Master.
"Mr. Yoshi, did you just come out of that classroom?" He asked.
"Uhh, yes, I did,"
"Why? Were they misbehaving?"
I bit my lip. Would I be ratting on them if I told the truth?
"WELL?" The Discipline Master asked again. Something in his voice scared me.
"They – they were jumping up and down, and I wanted to ask them if they would put up a performance for the – "
"JUMPING UP AND DOWN?"
With that, he marched to the classroom.
Gulp. Would those gangsters be after my blood? Oh no!
Shizuka"Haha, yeah, did you see how he was gulping all throughout?" I laughed.
"Yeah! Gulp. Gulp. Haha! Let's call him Mr. Gulp!" Said Mitsui.
That was a weird teacher that just left us. He looked so scared.
Suddenly, silence fell over the classroom, indicating the unwelcome presence of someone we all knew and loved to hate…
"WHAT IS THIS I'VE BEEN HEARING ABOUT YOU 'JUMPING UP AND DOWN'?" He roared.
Silence.
"You're serving detention, not having a party!!"
Silence.
A wide, sinister grin spread over the Discipline Master's face.
"AHA! I know what! Since you all are so full of – of vitality and vigor, you will put up an item for the Welcome Performance." He seemed positively pleased with this little idea of his.
Protests ensued.
"MAKE SURE YOU COME UP WITH A SATISFACTORY ITEM, BY HOOK OR BY CROOK!!" He made his voice heard over the many protests, and left the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
"Err… guys?" It was Shoichi again.
"What?"
"Umm, actually we could maybe, like, sing something by the Backstreet Boys, you know," He broke into a little song, "Backstreet's back, alright! Nah nah nah nah nah…"
"SHUT UP!"
"Ok."
All of us exchanged glances. What were we going to do? And then, Youhei summed it up in two words. Who cares?
Yeah. Who cares? Then, we continued.
(Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit)
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)
Hello, hello, hello!
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libidoA denial !! (x9)
Rukawa
Argh, enough already! This is ridiculous. They're singing it out of tune. Oh for goodness' sake, just let me sleep! Ugh!
Shit, the shrew is prancing towards me. Ugh, what does she want?
"Go away," I mumbled irritably.
"BUTA!!!!" She screamed into my ear, then went back to being a monkey with the rest.
Ouch, my poor ear.
I stared at her for awhile. She was laughing and jumping and nodding, looking like a madwoman. In fact, all of them looked like madmen, like they had their screws loose. Oh, but of course, people like Shizuka and Sakuragi don't have any screws to begin with. Sometimes I keep forgetting.
ShizukaThe more I look at him, the more I think he's weird. We're all having a good time, why doesn't he want to join us? I may hate him, but I don't like seeing someone so left out, dozing off in his own little corner. It's just not right. He should be laughing and jumping together with us. But I guess butas are too lazy to even get on their feet. Tsk!
Speaking of "us", I love these people here at detention! It was so cool, Mitsui was just listening to his discman and singing Smells Like Teen Spirit softly, and then I joined in, then more people started singing, and we started clapping, jumping, and letting loose. Whipeee, what fun! Everyone loves Nirvana!
Hmm anyway, Sakuragi, Mitsui and Ryota invited me to their training session tomorrow. I wonder if it'll be fun. They say a lot of people always turn up to watch them train, so I suppose it's quite entertaining. I miss sports. I used to play football (football – soccer, you know? Not the American type) with the guys in Jr. High. I would've been their first choice goalkeeper, if I were a boy! It's so unfair. Sigh. And Shohoku doesn't even have a football team. I guess my boots and gloves are hung up for good! Sob.
Author's note: Ahahaha! Shizuka goes to their training session tomorrow. What happens? Lol. And remember – the whole buncha them are scheduled to perform in about a week's time, and they're not even bothering to prepare. Uh oh!
Tensaispira, "buta" means pig ^_^
SLL – yeah! Micchy rocks! Teehee =D
Unchained – I'll keep her a shrew and a gangster, of course! :D
Kiwigal and ej-83 – thanks for the reviews!