"Okay, remember what we went over?" Michael asked Emma, as they were sitting at the table in the small apartment. "I'm Emma Anyston, I like listening to music, video games, The Walking Dead, and Deadpool." She recited from memory.
"Good, don't mention ANYTHING about guns, bloodshed, or whatever sexual violent things you've been involved with." Emma leaned back, looking offended."I'll have you know, I'm still a virgin and still pure. So you and your little shitty emo flapjack can go take a hike." Angie felt a power surge of darkness run through her veins.
"Fight me."
"Gladly!" Emma's fists were now ignited and scorching hot flames were set on her skin because they basically confiscated her guns. Kaleb came between the two and tried to push them away. "Guys! Stop! No powers, not until we get into Heavenly Host." The girls both rolled their eyes and turned the opposite way. As you can clearly see, they are not fond of each other.
"Could you guys please stop your bickering and just go already?" Michael was waiting at the front door.
"Wow Mikey, since when did you get all manly, hm?" Emma snickered.
"Since last night." Emma's face went blank, she took a moment to think of something which none of them knew what that was.
"Kaleb."
"What?"
"Does your ass hurt?" She asked with a straight face.
"...What? No, why?"
"I think Mikey lost his virginity last night." Michael rolled his eyes and gave out an exaggerated sigh. "You know what? Never mind! I'm leaving, goodbye." Michael quickly walked out. Emma's expression was not very brightful, but as if lightning struck, she was automatically back to what she calls 'normal'.
"Alright! Let's get on with this shit!" She reached back and put her hood on and exited the apartment. Kaleb and Angelina followed.
"...I fucking hate her." Angelina mumbled.
"I know she can get a little bit irrational…" Kaleb started.
"Irrational?! Talk about murderous! She pointed her fucking gun at me! And I don't know why she's even in the E.T.A., hasn't she MURDERED people like us?" Angelina regretted wanting to bring her here.
"Well, that true yet not true…"
"And didn't she kill her mom?!"
"Angie! That's just a rumor!" Angelina glanced behind her. "You're a loud talker."
"Eeek!" She screamed. Emma laughed happily as Angelina felt like she almost had a heart attack.
"JESUS! You scared the shit outta me!"
"I never fail to give a good scare! But seriously, next time you wanna talk shit about me, do it when I'm not behind you. Amateur…" Angelina wondered how she even got behind her in the first place because she was pretty sure that she was in front of her, not behind her. Not only is she strong but she's hella light on her feet and despite the red jacket that makes her easy to notice, it's like she's invisible. Or maybe she was just sidetracked and didn't see her move.
"Right...sorry." Angelina felt kind of embarrassed. And she kind of felt bad too.
"Nah, it's cool. People talk shit about me all the time, they either end up with one of 2 things in their head. A picture of me brutally torturing them or a bullet...sometimes both~..." She grinned. Angelina nodded slightly afraid.
"What the crap? Is this the place?" She pointed to Kisaragi. "Yeah, this is it." Kaleb walked inside. Emma grabbed Michael's sleeve and dragged him in.
Emma started to spin around through the hallways, getting some attention from the other students. A group of boys started snickering and pointing at her, as she turned, her hawk-like eye made contact. She smiled and casually walked up to them. "Are you a ballerina, or somethin'?" One of them asked.
"Nope. But you know what I am?"
"Oh! I got it! That tea cup that spins at the carnival!"
"Uh-uh." She leaned in closer to the male with black hair. "I'm your worst fucking nightmare, Hiroshi."
"...Wait...what?"
"The shit on your I.D. says Maruoka Hiroshi. And according to the Japanese culture, your name is Hiroshi. Anime really does help. I saw a girl with the same last name as you, could that be your sister? Black hair in a side braid? I wonder how she'll scream when I rip out her bones one by one in front of you starting with her fingernails, go up the body, all the way to her skull. She'll be nothing but a fucking pile of skin and blood!" The group boys gawked in horror and started to back up.
"And by the way, the name's Emma. But you can call me Red. Don't forget it." They were absolutely frozen in fear.
"...We'll..be going now.." Michael placed his hands on Emma's shoulders and guided her away. "Em, that wasn't really nessacery."
"Ha! These people are so easy to intimidate, I swear! This is gonna be fun!" She clapped her hands together deviously.
-In the classroom-
"Class, today we have 2 more transfer students from America! And they happen to know Angelina and Kaleb, what a coincidence! Would you like to introduce yourselves?" Michael stood up first.
"Hi, I'm Michael Stallings. I like swimming, and reading. That's all." He smiled and sat back down, Emma immediately sprung up from her seat.
"I'm Emma Anyston, you can call me Red if you like. I like listening to music, video games, The Walking Dead, and Deadpool." She felt so proud of herself that she didn't say any curse words.
"Thank you for choosing Kisaragi Academy as your school to attend, we're really happy to have you here. Now, let's begin class."
After hours of learning, the bell rang for lunch. The group decided to eat lunch in the classroom, gaining an opportunity to introduce the other 2 to them. "Hey guys." Kaleb sat next to Naomi. "These are our friends from America." He pointed to Michael and Emma. They all introduced themselves, they all seemed to be getting along.
"Alright! Time to make up your nicknames!"
"Nicknames?" Satoshi and Naomi looked at each other.
"Alright, Satoshi...Pretty Boy!"
"Pretty boy..?"
"Naomi, Tina Turner!"
"Who's that?"
"Mayu, Gaspedal!"
"...Huh?"
"Morishige, Foureyes!"
"Seriously?…"
"Seiko, Hella Dyke!"
"...I'm okay with that."
"Ayumi, Oompa Loompa!
"What?"
"And last but not least, Yoshiki, Cinnamon Roll!"
"The fuck?"
"Or Cinny Roll, whatever." She concluded. Kaleb walked over and leaned towards the group. "She's a little out of her head, you know?"
-End of day-
"Why Cinnamon roll?" Yoshiki was walking next to Emma.
"If I told you, you would deny it and get all defensive or some shit." She shoved her hands in her pockets. "I was gonna call you Pretty Boy like Satoshit over there, but I changed my mind."
"One, why do you always say 'or some shit'? Two, why did you call him Satoshit?"
"One, 'cause I can. Two, 'cause I can!" She flicked his forehead, Yoshiki rubbed it in pain.
"Ow! Why'd you do that?!"
" 'Cause I can!"
"Oompa..Loompa...what does that mean?" Ayumi questioned. The 4 Americans turned their heads to her.
"GOOGLE IT." .
