ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Nothing, I think, . There isn't going to be anything to be done about it, except to send you home to change clothes."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Oh, I can't do that," I said to her. "I shredded my old uniform, or dyed it black, like this one, I don't remember, now."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Now that's not funny, Light Yagami."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Who said I had to be funny?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Do you have any idea how serious that is? That's school property, you shredded up, all of your own accord."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"No it isn't. Seriously? I paid for that one, animal."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Well you just think about the names you can call me while you serve out in detention, and-"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Don't say cleaning the halls, I never get to finish in time for-"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"For what, exactly, Light Yagami?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Telling me not to finish my sentences? Really? Is that what we've been reduced to?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"This is ridiculous. I'm calling your father, to come and pick you up."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Bet you don't make it to the phone."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"What in the hells have gotten into you, Yagami?" she marched over to her phone, in the corner, and I fished out my deathnote, and opened it on her desk.
IX. You'll never forget how long it takes to kill a person with this deathnote, so long as you life depends on how long it takes, to kill somebody with this deathnote
Shit. I didn't even mean to look at that, for that long. I flipped to the other pages. the white ones, with blue, odd enough, lines on it, college ruled, I think.
Mazaki Shunko
ˆˇˆˇˆˇMom wasn't home, and dad didn't have a cell phone, any longer. She wasn't sure what to do, over by the phone, when no one but my little sister, would have anything to say to her, for the next seven hours. What to do? Light Yagami can't be bothered to change clothes. Do we send him home early, just for wearing black and white and red, today?
I really needed to ditch the white shirt, now that I looked down at it. It totally clashed, I was pretty sure. Black on black on red, would look way cooler.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇHow long is this going to take? I'm not really sure what seconds mean, so… maybe I could have known, once, how long it was going to take, but, "Mrs. Mazaki? Are you feeling okay? You look a little worse for weather."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇShe didn't look at me, or meet my eyes, for more than a second, before something like fear, flashed across her eyes, and for what felt like the first time ever, I watched life leave them, right in front of me, with her clutching her right side, for some reason. Stroke, maybe?
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"I don't know what stroke means," I was putting the notebook away, now, "unless it has to do with a clock. Speaking of which," I pulled my sleeve back to look at my broken, black watchface, there, "I think I'll be late for class, if I don't get a move on."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇMore or less, it wasn't all that hard, just to walk, out the little room there, more or less, it wasn't all that hard, just pretending not to know she wouldn't get back off the floor and more, or, less, it wasn't all that hard just to witness all the colors that they didn't think we'd need, for the rest of all the day, I had black around my shoulders and it wasn't from my shoulder bag and nothing that they said could be some futher from the truth, lie to take away and all the things I'd have to say or witness here and now, didn't get too very far, last the rest of all my answers wasn't there for me to reason with and every one of ours, here now, set in for all of these hours, set for now, taking what I had before, "Oh, no, she said it wasn't that big a deal, sort of. Nothing to be done today, I suppose. I don't know… maybe she got laid, I have no idea."
I didn't actually not get into trouble, for that one, oddly enough, but whilst she scolded me, something else came through me; they didn't know why I'd been working so hard to fit in, to blend away, into the shadows, the scary, flesh colored shadows, till now… an honor student? Does this sort of… happen?
Did this really freak people out so bad, like this? Wearing a different color, or lack thereoof, here at school, and they can't be reasoned with, like now, and I took my seat, while she scolded, not really not looking away, like, you told me just to be here, waiting, so here's my desk for now. "Can we open the window, or…"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"No, Light! Just quiet down and stop interrupting class."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"More or less that we'd get there, but you're not very personable, for a teacher. What am I supposed to learn from someone so bitter?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Are you out of your mind?" whispered a girl next to me, and I forgot her name, for a second, and thought of Sayu, instead. "Sort of," I answered.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Light Yagami, get out of this classroom and march right back to the office you just came from."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇI shrugged, and made like I was going to be leaving, but then, "If I apologize, can we just have class?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Not at this point, I don't think so."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"And all because I only called you bitter, just now? I should have waited till after you said that, then I'd really be right all the time." They laughed, thankfully, and she crumbled before me.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"You're sure this is some new attitude you've decided needs having, Light Yagami?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"You're the one who's yelling at the only person in this class who knows how to translate that scripting, behind you, teacher." I had my bag ready, on my desk, again, but hadn't left yet.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"I don't…" she looked at it, and realized she'd been hinging the lesson on my particular skillsets again.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"More that they could never know, hoping back and forth I'd go, sure enough the rest of all these places they could happen for," I started reciting, making like I had to stay looking at the blackboard, while I dug out my notebook.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"It says…" she was confused about what I was reading, apparently.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Moreover that it says, also, there was less than there was, before… she erased the board, vehemently, sure enough, it wasn't good enough yet… hard times, she figured, weren't ahead, but here now, so she wrote it out, the truth, about why they kept them here, those children, she wrote the whole thing out; why they left all those kids in flesh colored suits and forbid them from taking them off, ever at all, for each other, between the sheets, in the halls, this whole time." I was writing only what I needed, forrit, and she hadn't started etching into the board until I filled her name in, and kept describing. "Nothing less than all they wanted, for sure, for sure, but they couldn't know about how long this would take, until she got to the bottom righthand corner of the board, with her confession, and…"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇMore or less, that wasn't what I was finishing with, "and she kept nagging, and nagging, and never thought anyone would need to stop being told what to do, right?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"What is she doing, right now?" "Is she serious?" "Why would she start scribbling right after he was just mocking her forrit?" "Oh, what the fuck?"
"No way…" "This can't be happening."
Everything you all are is wrong! It's not the same, any of it! You're all just exactly what we hate in this country! I can't stand your filthy attitudes, anymore! this is sickness! this is insanity! you're all about to die, and we've killed you! we've kept you from polluting the airways with your filth, and your nasty little bodies, and everything you never needed to knowwwwwwwwwwwwwww
It didn't really say that… sort of… she just kept, glitching, like, her confession was so pointless, but needed to be made longer. "Like she wasn't… what's…" I hadn't stopped my little rant, as I scribbled in my own notebook, and I'd gone way off focus, by the time I showed I was looking at the board.
"This can't really be happening," one of the kids was saying. She just kept scraping the chalk over the bottom right-hand corner, over and over again, like she had to finish something."
"Did Light-" I didn't NOT look, to see who brought my name back into the equation, but she'd fallen silent like, that would be ridiculous, even though he already said…
Someone wanted to go up there, apparently. He was saying her name and rank, over and over again, Mrs., like it meant something, and he grabbed her, to pull her back from the whiteboard, and she just, collapsed, there on the floor.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Oh my god! Somebody get help!" he cried out.
It was like… everything they never needed from me, or us… wasn't nothing to me, it just… didn't have to be the same, any longer… "Light… how is this even happening right now? Di you just see that coming, or something?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"I was just… narrating… I thought it was funny… I don't…"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"I thought you said… oh, fuck, I don't even know what's happening, anymore."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"She's probably not faking, or anything, just to get out of some psychotic confession she wanted scribbled, to show just how angry we all made her." It was the same stupid sentiment we'd been getting from her all year, so it sort of, stuck, in a weird way, into the kids I said it near, and the staff were all freaking out, in the hallways, and I wasn't sure if the two people involved we going to get named here, right away, in front of the other witnesses, but… I didn't think so, because they pulled the fire alarm, and we filed out of class. I left a red apple, on her desk, from my bag.