"What the fuck happened to my locker?" [name] thought to herself as she noticed some water dripping out from the bottom of her locker. She quickly unlocked it and swung the door opened; and was greeted by a disgusting sight. Her locker was in a total mess; the photos that she had pasted on the back of the door was ripped off. Her books were drenched to the inks; and there was a horrible smell coming from within her locker. That's when she noticed a chunk of raw meat sitting right in the middle of her locker. It was rotting away, giving off a horrible smell; and maggots were growing out of it. [name] covered her nose and mouth with her hand and backed away quickly.
"[name]! There you are! I've been looking for you! You should be resting instead of walking around, you're still running that terrible fever of yours. Why are you not loo-? Hey what happened to your locker?!"
"I don't know, nii-chan. I really don't know."
"IWA-CHAN! COME LOOK!" Toru yelled out, and Hajime immediately ran over from the other side of the hallway with both Hanamaki and Matsukawa behind him. The trio soon reached where the duo had stood, and they immediately covered their nose and mouths as well.
"What the fuck happened?!" Hajime cursed out, and [name] shrugged her shoulders in response.
"Looks like my savings is going down the drain again." [name] spoke out.
"DON'T POLLUTE THE SCHOOL WITH YOUR ROTTENESS BITCH. GET OUT OF THIS SCHOOL ALREADY!" someone yelled from down the hallway, and almost immediately both Toru and Hajime ran down the hallway and started to chase after the student.
"In the meantime, while the school cleaner is dealing with your locker; and your brother and best friend is dealing with that particular student; let's escort you to your classroom." Matsukawa spoke out as he walked ahead of [name], and Hanamaki ushered her forward.
"My books though…" [name] whined out.
"Don't hurt me, I was forced to!"
"Who told you to do it?!" Hajime yelled out as he slammed the boy into the wall once more.
"S-S-Someone b-by the name of Futakuchi…"
"DAMN THAT FUCKER. CAN'T HE LEAVE [NAME] ALONE?!"
"There, there Iwa-chan. Don't get so worked up. And let the poor boy go." And Hajime immediately let go of the now frightened boy, and he took off running; that is until Toru stopped him.
"Let this be a warning. [name] is my only sister, and she's extremely dear to me, and I will not hesitate to kill if someone makes her cry. Got it?" and the boy nodded quickly before running off once again.
"Assikawa…"
"Iwa-chan, we're going to get revenge for [name]."
"I like that idea."
"[name]-chan, could you follow me for a second? Sensei asked me to get some files from the teacher's room, and I believe I might need some help." A boy messy, blonde hair and a pair of red eyes called out from the front, causing everybody to turn and look at him; including [name].
"Kyouya-kun! Why ask her, instead of me?"
"Ew, the slut is at it again."
"Nooo! Not Kyouya-kun!"
And [name] immediately looked down at her desk as the chattering started once again; the topic being about her. She then clutched her pen tightly in her hand as she tried to control her anger, and looked down at the worksheet which the teacher had given out just before the end of lesson.
"[name]-chan?" and [name] felt a tap on her shoulder, and her head immediately jerked up and her eyes came in contact with a pair of red eyes.
"Can't you ask someone else?" [name] blurted out abruptly and the girls in the class went crazy.
"That bitch just rejected Kyouya-kun! How dare she!"
"That slut, urgh. Major turn off!"
"She didn't have to ruin Kyouya-kun's innocent ears with that disgusting voice of hers."
Kyouya immediately grabbed [name] by her arm and pulled her up roughly. She definitely saw anger flash in his eyes, but it soon was replaced with a sickening sweet smile on his face, and his eyes filled with some sort of happiness that [name] clearly knew that it was fake beyond point.
"You're coming with me." He whispered into her ear in a demanding manner which [name] clearly disliked, and he pulled [name] harshly out of the classroom; not realising two pairs of eyes were following his every move.
"Let's go tell the 3rd years."
"Yeah. Trouble is brewing."
"The teacher's room is the other way, Kyouya-san." [name] spoke out, applying a certain tone on the honorifics, and [name] saw the unhappiness that Kyouya's body showed when he heard what she had just said. He then stopped, turned and face her, still smiling that sickening sweet smile of his;
"Oh? I must have gotten lost. Since I always got lost in your eyes." He spoke as he lifted his hand up and held [name] by the cheek. [name] immediately smacked his hand away, and glared at him;
"Keep your hands to yourself." And she quickly turned and walked away, when all of a sudden she realised that they had actually walked into a janitor's closet.
"what the fuck, since when?" [name] thought to herself; the fever had caused her to be less aware of her surroundings more than usual, and she definitely wasn't pleased with herself about it. She then quickly walked away and headed for the exit, when all of a sudden she was roughly grabbed by the collar and was pulled back in a harsh manner; causing her to fall down.
*click*
Kyouya had locked the door, and [name]'s eyes widened in fear. He then squats down and held her by the shoulders, and he smiled at her once again.
"I can't keep my hands to myself, since they're itching to have you in their grasp." Kyouya spoke in a lustful manner as his hands rubbed [name]'s arms up and down.
"Leave me alone." [name] spoke up and shoved him away, quickly getting onto her feet and running for the exit. She then quickly unlocked the door, which she was lucky to do so in the nick of time; but before she could open the door, she was pulled back once again, her mouth getting covered.
"Not going to happen, you little slut." And Kyouya started to grope her inappropriately. [name] bit her tongue when Kyouya started to unbutton her shirt, with her kneeling on the ground, and his leg spread across it holding her legs down. His other hand held her tightly while his free hand unbuttoned her shirt slowly. His hand then slipped into her bra and he started to grope it in a harsh manner. [name] tried her best to contain her moans, but she accidentally let out a little soft one.
"Ah, you're really a slut aren't you?" and he groped harder.
"S-stop…" [name] mumbled out softly.
"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes."
"Nii-chan… Hajime… Help…" [name] mumbled out as tears started to trail down her face.
"They're not here. They will never save you." Kyouya whispered into [name]'s ears.
*SLAM*
"Son of a bitch." And almost immediately Kyouya was seen crashing into the shelves in the janitor's closet. [name] then quickly buttoned up her shirt and then she felt warmth just behind her, she flinched slightly and immediately turned to have eye contact with Hanamaki Takahiro.
"Yo." He called out, and [name] couldn't help herself but to quickly wrap her arms around his chest, burying her face in it and started to cry out. Hanamaki stared in shock at [name]'s actions, but soon he wrapped his arms around her petite frame and patted her head, whispering comforting words for her to hear.
"What should we do with him?" Hajime asked as he leaned against the wall.
"I'm tempted to just kill him right now." Toru spoke out as he stared at the now beaten up badly Kyouya who was leaning against the shelf, barely breathing.
"That's a great idea Oikawa-senpai. But I highly doubt [name]-chan will want to see you behind bars though." A female voice was heard, and the boys in the closet soon turned to look at who it was; the volleyball girls team.
"We came when we went to [name]'s class to find her because of the practice match, when Kunimi-kun told us what was going on." Aimi explained as she scanned the area.
"Where's [name]?!" Aikiko ask-yelled, and Hanamaki turned slightly to let the girls see just a fraction of [name]'s figure in his hold.
"Eh?" Makiko questioned and then her mouth soon formed into a smirk.
"Makki~" Makiko teased, and Hanamaki's face immediately turned beet red.
"Hey, [name]? Don't you think Makki is a little weird around you?" Aimi asked as the team did their stretches together.
"Hm? Not really. Isn't he like that though?" [name] spoke out, and the moment the team heard what she said, they wanted to kill themselves so badly.
"She's oblivious as hell." Haruhi whispered to Yumi, who nodded in response.
"Oh really? Don't you feel at least a little attracted to him?" Kimiko asked as she got in line to get ready for some spiking practices.
"Ah? No." [name] replied dully, and the girls stared at her in shock at her numbness that was directed in her answer; Makiko even forgot to toss the ball, and it landed nicely in the palms of her hands.
"GET BACK TO PRACTICE!" the coach yelled, and the girls immediately got back to practice.
"What about Iwaizumi-senpai?" Yumi asked as she moved up in the line.
"Hajime is just like an older brother to me, he's like nii-chan. Only thing is he isn't clingy like him."
"Should we help Makki?" Makiko ask-whispered to Aimi.
"I don't know… [name] is a little difficult to deal with."
"Karasuno High's team has arrived!" the manager of the boys' team called out, and the girls quickly got in line after they had changed into another set of practice clothes. The girls were wearing a turquoise t-shirt and white shorts, each of them holding a certain lime green sports bib.
"We made it just in time!" Toru yelled out as he leaned over the railings at the second floor of the gymnasium where the practice match was being held.
"Karasuno fighting!" and the boys team from Seijo immediately looked across and that's when they noticed the boys team from Karasuno High was also present.
"Yoohoo, Tobio-chan~" Toru yelled out to Kageyama, and Kageyama couldn't help but stare in shock.
"It's about to start." Kunimi spoke out as he looked down to the first floor, where the girls were getting into their positions.
"Remember, you can count on each other on this very court!" Aimi yelled out as she brought the girls in a huddle.
"Seijo, fight!"
"Karasuno… Fight!"
"Kimiko, nice serve!"
"Nice receive!"
"Center!" and [name] quickly ran beside Aikiko and blocked together with her. The ball hit the hands of [name]'s, causing it to be a one touch; and she slowed the ball momentum down.
"Nice one-touch!"
"I got it!"
"Left!" [name] called out, and Makiko set the ball to her, allowing her to spike. [name] jumped up and she spotted a blind spot quickly within the opponents' blocking; an opened left. [name] then slammed her hand down, and the ball easily got through the opponents' block; and allowing her to score a point.
"Nice kill!" and the girls ruffled [name]'s head.
"NICE KILL, [NAME]!" Hajime yelled out from the second floor, and [name] look up to see him and Toru waving; and Hanamaki giving her a thumbs up. She then quickly got back into position.
"[name], you sure you doing okay? You don't look too good." Makiko asked as she saw how heavy [name] was panting even though they were only into 20 minutes of the second set, and it wasn't even a critical match. [name] the nodded in response, as she looked towards the front hearing the whistle being blown.
"[name] doesn't look too well." Hajime commented as he saw how slow [name]'s reaction has gotten.
"You're right about that, Iwa-chan. She's still having the fever." Toru commented as he stared intently at his own sister's movements with a worried look in his eyes.
"Takahiro, stop gripping the railings so tightly. Your knuckles are beyond the colour white." Matsukawa commented as he noticed how tightly Hanamaki was gripping the railings.
"Match point!"
"Alright girls, just one more point and this match is over!" Aimi called out, but couldn't help but look at [name] with a worried look. Actually the entire team was worried about her; she looked extremely pale as each 10 minutes goes by, and her movements were getting slower too. The fact that she's actually the fittest in the team, and she doesn't get out of breath that easily; makes it even more worrying for the team; as well as the boys who were on the second floor.
"[name], nice serve!" and [name] served a rather weak serve, and it hit the net, balancing right on the top of the net; soon falling over into the opponents' court.
"FRONT!"
And the three players in the front dived for the ball, but it ended up hitting straight into the net.
"Seijo, wins!"
"We won! Nice serve, [name]!"
"[name]?"
"[NAME]!"
