Annnd I'm back! This fanfic is not sponsored by Cheerios! I don't know why you wanted to know, but I start school the 27th! XD A squirrelador is a half Labrador half squirrel. It's fabulous. BACK TO THE STORY!
"Koko," Ruka asked timidly, a bit afraid of the answer he would receive from the crazy blonde. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for Permy," he was crouched behind a leafless shrub and looking suspiciously in every direction.
"Why?" Natsume sighed, questioning why he hung out with this idiot. Why anybody hung out with that idiot. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even understand why Koko existed in the first place.
"Because," Koko hissed, still jerking his head back and forth in a frantic manner, not noticing that his raven haired friend was contemplating one of life's greatest questions, "I gave her a shampoo as a thanksgiving parting gift, and yesterday she told me she was going to use it that night! Then Kitsuneme told me he put dye in it! Do you know what that means?! THAT MEANS THAT I AM GOING TO DIE!"
"Just tell her that it wasn't your fault," Ruka tried to calm his frantic friend down with the advice. Koko turned to him, a demonic look in his eyes.
"SHE WON'T LISTEN TO ME! SHE IS GOING TO HURT—"
"HELL YEAH YOU'RE GOING TO HURT!" a very deep, very furious voice growled. Koko turned around, terror glazing his eyes over as he saw the murderous expression in her green orbs. Koko wasn't sure if it was the petrifying glare she was giving him, or her hot pink hair, but he knew that she was mad at him, and he wasn't going to stick around to find out his punishment.
"I don't get their relationship," Ruka shook his head as Sumire went for Koko's head with her razor-sharp nails screaming something like, 'YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO GIVE BIRTH'. Natsume clapped the pretty boy on the shoulder and gave him a look that said, 'if you try to understand your head will explode'.
"Is Permy trying to kill Koko already?" Mikan giggled as she heard the noises that swirled around the group as Sumire and Koko ran in circles.
"I wouldn't say trying," Hotaru raised a perfectly sketched eyebrow at the insane couple. "I think she'll succeed this time."
"Well it's almost time for class," Ruka glanced at his wrist-watch. "Should we be going in?"
"I feel bad leaving them like that." Mikan frowned as Natsume grabbed her wrist.
"Don't feel bad for people who are children of the devil." Natsume told her as he dragged her into the classroom, ignoring her, "W-What?!"
Once they sat in their seats, they heard the door swing open, the creaking noise it made heard over the low hum of conversation buzzing about in the lecture hall. Sumire and Koko staggered to their seats, Sumire's hair looking frizzy and wild and Koko's face blooming black and blue. Sumire flopped down into her seat next to Hotaru and Koko collapsed in his seat next to Natsume, clutching his crotch. Natsume eyed where his hand was. "She was serious about the birth thing."
Koko gave Natsume a traumatized and teary eyed nod.
"Alright class." Personna's voice swept over the classroom, the talking dying down almost immediately. He held up a stack of papers and placed them on his podium in the front of the room. "I want you to turn to page 83 and read that lesson. You will have to write an essay about Acceptance In Society; the paper on the podium has the requirements for what will be in your essay. Get started."
The shuffling of papers erupted in the room as people got up and moved around so that they could get started on the essay. Personna walked over to Mikan and put his cold hand on her shoulder, a sickly sweet smile on his face. "Here's your paper." And he handed her a Braille sheet before walking away. Mikan shuddered slightly and then started reading about the assignment.
"'The need to be accepted by your peers and the people around you is an instinct ingrained deeply into the human psyche," Sumire read in a monotone, mocking the text. She couldn't help but make fun of it. The text was just so bland and boring, and reminded her exactly of how Hotaru talks. Ruka and Hotaru were scratching notes on the information into their notebooks. Koko was wincing as he shifted in his seat every few seconds; he wasn't good at staying still, which wasn't exactly helping him with his current condition. Natsume and Mikan was shirking their work with a quiet conversation, when suddenly, three men burst through the door.
All of them had buzz-cuts and were wearing police uniforms underneath bullet proof vests. The tallest one in the middle whipped out his gun and pointed it at Personna. "Freeze! Put your hands in the air!"
Personna's face stretched into a slow smile. "Why hello there gentleman. What brings you to my psychology class?"
"Personna Rei," the police officer barked as his associated went on either side of Personna and brought his hands down to cuff him. "You are being arrested for the suspected murder of Koizumi Luna, Miyamura Tadase, Chairman Hori, and Ishikawa Akito!" there was no noise in the classroom other than the gravelly commanding voice of the officer. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law! You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. I have read you these rights, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes," Personna waved his hand lazily. "You may proceed with the dramatics."
The officer's eyebrow twitched. "Take him to the squad car."
"WAIT!" a male voice stopped the scene that unfolded before them. The police officer looked at a blonde with a wide grin across his face.
"What?" he seethed, not caring for the young adults wishes.
"Do we still have to do this essay?"
Personna looked as if he was thinking about it. "Well, since I am being carted off to jail, I suppose you no longer have to do it. Have a nice day, children."
"You too Personna!" Koko called as the police dragged him out of the lecture hall, the door slamming behind them. Koko looked at his stunned classmates and opened the door back up. "Um, guys, I think the class is over."
So what did you guys think? Stuff is getting intense! My language arts teacher gave me a paskelle (you know the chameleon from tangled?) before school ended and I spent like half of my day today asking it grammar questions during this story.
It didn't answer.
So that's that, and the next chapter should come on Saturday! Probably! See you all in my dreams! o w o That's right. I'm dreaming about you…
*creepy*
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