Titanmaster 117 = I think I just broke my reviewers mind. The details of the house must be too much for him to handle.

CazyPhuc = Take your time. At least you still read, that's a nice thing to know.

The Voice of the Revolution

Opening the wooden double doors, he remembered now that A-Class is going to be their next enemy now. And it made him heave a deep breath over who came to mind that started it. He didn't stop himself from growling, uncaring who hears it.

The small hand that expectedly came to gently grasp his wrist squeezed, a hint of concern felt. He responsively returned a squeeze, assuring that her brother is just being expressive.

The walk to school was quick, much quicker than yesterday. Meiko's recovering state of mind is becoming more convenient than it was a burden before. Seeing her up and about, excited to go back to school was a wonderful sight in the early morning. The usual stride to school still hadn't changed: with her usual one-man carry method to stay in his presence, there had been a few early risers that took a morning jogging, few were males, Meiko cowered like a frightened kitty when she merely saw them and hid her face. A few assuring words was enough to stop her from hiding her face even more. But his arrival to school was much earlier than yesterday.

With Meiko's obvious swift development, turning her into a normal girl again would be sooner than expected.

He'll take reminder to say his 'Thank you's to the people who provided their support, he might have to include Kirishima Shouko for this. Considering that she was the first friend of his disabled little sister, the valedictorian is a major part of Meiko's development. Being the friend of the calmest, smartest and prettiest girl in school was quite the honor now that he thinks about it. If she's her friend, he should try and at least be acquainted to the Ojou-sama, he still needs to inform the beautiful valedictorian the necessary info.

But first, the war…

It is our final battle, it shall be dealt with before I do anything with the valedictorian.

A tugging on his arm brought him out of his thoughts as Meiko pulled him even further inside the classroom. Having no objection, he allowed her. She led him to her cubicle, wanting to show him what she has in her grand classroom. He observed each equipment closely; he was right, they do have everything they need for every seatwork a classroom could think of. He can't imagine any other random school day where these A-Class students needed something else in their work.

The HP laptop the school provided sort of matched the exact appearance of what he owned in the house. He had a thought to steal one and take it home, make it as Meiko's property so they can have their own personal laptops instead of passing it to each other at a time. But he never considered himself a robber of material things, and he will never be one.

But the recliner chair looked comfortable, he should sample A-Class property for a bit. Preparing for some sort of softness, he sat down.

Wow. It was actually the most comfortable chair he ever sat on, while there is still some form of texture in the interior that he could only describe as 'plump' where the chair would inflate itself every time the user stands up from it, it is almost as if the entire structure was stuffed with feathers. The form of texture that he could fall asleep on had he been less cautious.

Some A-Class privilege this is.

Meiko was secretly amused by his reaction (there would've been none in a normal person's point of view), she pretty much reacted the same way he did. She nearly slept in class when she tilted back the backrest, thank goodness for the Computer Introductions made by her teacher that she got a little enthusiastic and did progress ahead of a few students who were not entirely familiar with the complex systems of a standard computer. Seeing that he is starting to feel comfortable by tilting the backrest only slightly, and was starting to fall asleep (she can tell), she can guess that he had woken much earlier than his usual wake up hour, which was 3:50 A.M. He's always serious in his work (housework included), sometimes he wants to rush things so there can be no work later afterwards. She was able to wake up earlier than her phone alarm, and she was surprised that the kitchen wasn't alight like usual, and there was already food on the table. Well, early bird takes the worm, so she ate an early meal, took a bath, brushed her teeth, and went up the stairs to see how he was doing.

It seemed he was the one who's waking up her Kuya this time; with the lights in the hallway lit on, she was able to know that he was still asleep, lying atop his blanket. It was usually the other way around if he wanted to, but her doing the attempt was a nice change of pace. His position was almost relative to a sit-up position, a few pillows resting underneath his back, neck and head to keep his upper body elevated: it was a sign that he already ate. She was told by him that lying down after eating makes your body unable to process your food right and cause a stomach bloating, or it simply makes you fat. She was about to consider joining him, but yet again, her urges didn't allow anything similar to happen.

In silent movements she crawled up to his sleeping form, almost hovering herself in his lap, her knees on either side of him, careful as to not put all her weight on him lest he wakes up. Slowly, she lifted up the bangs that hung over his eyes, wet and damp, probably from the early baths he takes every time he wakes up, and she was able to see the rarest sight of peacefulness in his face, even in the dim light; relaxed expression, eyes closed in a blissful sleep, mouth slightly open. No frowns, no stern eyes, no curled lip, not even the aura of solemnity. Somewhere not like those kinds of faces are always held down, almost never to be seen every day. With a small timid hand, she reached out and held his cheek—as always, his skin felt cool to her hand—and brought her lips to his other cool cheek, giving a light but long peck to his skin, smooth from the use of soap.

The contact somehow made him stir, his fingers curling, crumpling the Doraemon blanket, and a small groan rumbling in his throat, but she did not drew back her lips, she deepened her kiss rather, now settling her weight on him, knowing that he will become wide awake in a few seconds. She knew that he wasn't unused to her assertions, he would either remain docile or be the assertive one himself like most times. He settled to being the latter: one arm curled around her waist, the other reached up and held her cheek, making her draw her face back over his chilling touch, and he gave her a kiss to the cheek himself, cold. Afterwards he began to nip the area near her lips with his own, chin, lip corner, below her nose, using the hand on her cheek to tilt her head in a desired angle, but he never went close to her lips directly, the promise kept in his mind. Her grasp on both his cheek and hair never lost grip, his eyes remained closed and he looked like he would go on until it was 7 in the morning. It took long for her to notice that she was breathing a little heavily, her body felt hot in the cold room, and that their heartbeats were quite easy to feel against both their chests, a steady rhythm playing in her chest as she lets herself be given love.

She eventually closed her eyes and let her arms lose their hold on him, the amount of affection he was giving her made her swoon, her thin hands landing on his shoulders and about to slip off. She felt herself being pulled closer to his chest by the arm around her waist, her arms draping over his back, his kisses and nips non-stopping, and she could almost tell that his cold lips were coming near her own, as if he was starting to man up and directly kiss her. She felt a heat wave wash across her body at the thought, she was tempted to assert it herself, tilt her face to the right a little, directing her mouth to his own if she dares, and screw that silent agreement they both kept. But she promised herself that she would never be the one to make the first move. Boys had to be the ones to do it, and she will stick to that, wouldn't matter if her urges would torture her every time she stops herself.

When she felt herself being pushed backwards, her back meeting the soft mattress, his weight landing on her childlike frame, she abruptly opened her eyes to meet a dark gaze, his eyes now open and darkened by the dimness of the room and by his bangs, almost tickling her face but ignored it, emotions in them invisible, either affection or something entirely different, she doesn't know what was in them, her pure white face flushed red at the certain implications that came to mind and looked away. His cool hand remained to her cheek, his other slipped out under her waist and held on to her bandaged right wrist, pinning it to the bed firmly. Her urges moving her, she closed the distance between their faces and kissed below his lower lip. It prompted him to continue what his was doing, pressing his hip against hers slightly. Another wave of heat struck her, she squirmed her pinned hand slightly, trying to move it out of his grip so she could interlock his hands to make herself feel secure in her position. When she felt his larger hand move upwards, meeting hers and filling in-between the gaps of her fingers, her other hand snaked its way around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist, hugging him closely and tightly.

His kisses were getting a little intense, pulling her skin in each nip, his lips coming close to her neck, but never too tight or painful, as if he was maintaining himself from leaving a red mark. When she felt him grind his hip against hers, her body was starting to grow hotter, she only wore a nightdress and underwear, her undergarments are literally exposed and are rubbing against his groin. She arched her body to his, her legs clutching him even tighter, she removed her interlocked hand from his own and joined the other in hugging his neck, holding him with the tightest bear hug she could manage. Every sensation he was giving her: his kisses, his beating heart, his grinding hip, even his weight, all too stimulating to her mind, she could feel her entire white body becoming pink from all the heat her body was making because of what this situation was starting to look like.

She eventually breathed a moan, a lost vocal cord only creating an exhale of a noise. She may not have a voice, but even she is embarrassed with herself making that noise, her arousal straying for a moment. But that aroused him as well, his kisses growing deeper in-between neck and shoulder, but he remained gentle, yet still managing to make her shudder in his touch, both his hands placed behind her back without her noticing. Kissing down to her shoulder, he trailed his kisses downwards to her collarbone, making her shift her hip to his own almost out of reflex, which he returned. Her breathy moans were almost unstoppable, and she cannot stop herself from making them, she wasn't sure if it was of the stimulation he was giving her or because she wanted him to hear her, but both were equally embarrassing, so she hugged him even more, as if it would keep her mind off the noise she was making, the friction created making them both shudder, her toes curling and his hips stroked hers in a single, very arousing movement.

An electric intro riff rang like a church bell at his feet, and the sound of a male's guttural screaming bolted both their body upwards in surprise. Rino dove to the head area of his bed, searching frantically for the phone to shut the alarm off before it could even reach the first verse. Meiko kept her ears crammed with her hands, unable to stand the infernal death metal riffs entering her ears. When he managed to find it underneath the large pillow, the time of 5:00 A.M. blaring at the screen, he swept the 'Off' button and the room was silent once again.

After knowing that the music was over, she opened her eyes and looked back at her brother's flustered face, stoic but red. That made her face burn even hotter than it should, unable to believe what just happened between him and her mere seconds ago. She was unable to look at his gaze, very embarrassed with herself and her conduct in front him.

When she felt cold fingers slip underneath her arms and pulled her back to his space, her body was brought down to lie in the sheets with a pillow under her head, looking up at the now stern face of her Kuya. She could see the disappointment in him, and she can admit that she was too. With the familiar click in his throat resonating, he leaned down and gave a chaste kiss to her forehead. He settled beside her and placed an arm atop her abdomen, pulling her close to himself, keeping her warm and comfortable, trying to sleep the last hour away before his damn alarm goes off again at 5:50 where they would dress up and head for school immediately now that they had just finished breakfast, bath, and toothbrush.

Meiko couldn't resist sleep anymore, her head still swooning over the escapade, and the sheets were getting really comfortable. The sooner she closed her eyes, she never realized that she was already asleep.

Meiko's porcelain face flushed a deeper shade of red, both her hands placed on either side of her face not doing well on keeping her embarrassment from showing, even when there was nobody around here except Rino.

She felt like she could melt from embarrassment. Just what on earth was wrong with her that time? A small kissing became something touchy-feely. She really needs to show a little restraint. If being intimate with him really embarrasses her, then she should abstain from anymore actions lest she was asking to die of embarrassment. She could guess that he was a little mad at her for that, but she only knew that out of instinct, not out of fact. But if she even bothered asking, she would be embarrassing herself even more in front of him.

Looking down on her brother that was settling peacefully in her chair, he really looked like nothing had actually happened early in the morning. That was something she was jealous about him: being able to stand such situations as if they were something in his daily routine.

….

She should join him for a little while. No funny business, just a simple sleep time together with him. They did lose a little bit of sleep after all, nobody knew how long they were doing that. It is quite early in the morning today, 6:14 A.M. the clock above the door says, it will be 2 hours before class begins, there is lots of time for a little nap. Placing her bag on the hook against the wall of the cubicle, she settled herself on his lap, shifting a little before she found the perfect position, where she is able to rest her head on his shoulder and to stay that way without falling off. Noticing the notion, his hands gradually wrapped themselves around her and tightened, the warmth in them settling in her soul, making her drowsiness settling in faster. But not without this: she placed a hand on his opposite cheek, pulled his face close, and gave him a long, soft kiss. No more than two and a half minutes later, she already fell asleep with her head cradled in the crook of his neck.

…..

When the toll of 7:20 A.M. tolled, Meiko had already been sleeping alone.

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I came to school early, having no intention to repeat my lateness yesterday, slid the door to my soon-to-be-left-behind F-Class and lo and behold: there was only one person here.

Did I come too early? I'm not really sure, I just woke up, did my morning rituals, ate breakfast and pretty much left the house without even checking the time. It's pretty much a kind of habit I had going on since forever, there was once a time where I woke really early that when I walked out the house, it was still dark. You wanna know what time it was? It was fuckin' 4 in the morning! Biggest crises I've ever had in my life, and I was wearing my fucking uniform that time!

I made sure to check the time whenever I do after that incident.

But…

Yeah, you got that right. I never did. But hey, I made sure to look outside before I actually get off my bed in every weekday so no more accidental night strolling for me.

Right now, I was eyeing my Gothic friend dozing off in a corner nearby his seat, resting his back against the wall, head leaning against the adjacent wall, and with eyes (probably) closed underneath the bangs, or maybe he was just pretending to sleep and was just waiting for me to come close and jump on me once he has the chance. My guess was that he woke up early like me, probably to cook the food for his family as early as he could out of authority before he took a bath, ate his breakfast and took off to school ahead of time, only to sleep back lost hours of sleep in here.

That'd probably be the case, but isn't this place a little too cold, especially in this hour? He's gonna get a runny nose if he stays like that, even with his blazer on. But does that logic apply to this guy? His hands was so cold every time I touched it and he doesn't look like he's chilling to the bone, no shuddering shoulders or even a tense neck. He looked like he's really comfortable. If I listen closely, he's even snoring.

Maybe I shouldn't bother him. If I suddenly wake him up from some nightmare, it'd be rude of me. Note the sarcasm but it doesn't hurt to guess, right? I mean, it's a sunny day and having a nightmare is a good way to break it off, right?

After placing my bag down on my short table, I took out my headphones and started playing a few songs, leaning back against the rusty lockers, trying to pass the time.

….….….

Fucking hell this room is cold!

I hugged my knees close to myself, trying to keep myself warm and not have a runny nose myself. I looked at my sleeping friend in the corner; he doesn't wake up with a runny nose, I'm gonna flip over. It's unfair!

Minute by minute, few of the dudes are coming in, all with carefree faces. We got a big fight against the number one class coming in and not a single fuck was given by any of them. My kind of class. Nanokawa Academy was loaded with worry; worry for your homework, worry for your attendance, worry for your performance, miss all three and you're out of the school. There was barely anybody there who didn't have to worry about all of it. I didn't too, but I dealt with my stress quite well afterwards. Being in this classroom, full of people who had nothing to worry about is a nice change of pace for me.

Being an F-Class somehow had its advantages, apparently. There's more time for friends than your homework, more time to fool around, and since you're F-Class, you got a good excuse for why you don't have your homework ready. Hehe.

After a few minutes, our F-Class president comes in.

"'Sup, Yuuji." I greeted, slipping down my headphones to my neck, the song still ongoing.

"Sup." He greeted back, putting his bag down before looking at me in confusion. "Since when were we on a first-name basis?"

Oh, for fuck's sake!

I pulled my glasses out of my face before I looked at him exasperatedly, "What? Do we have to go through that 'take time to know each other' bullshit just so I could get to say your first name?" I had no idea what his facial expressions are with all these blurs but I don't want to explain myself anymore. I've had enough. "Seriously, Yuuji. It's just a name."

"….Tough." A low voice said behind me, but I ignored it. I just waited for Yuuji to say something.

Shortly, he said this, "Uh, I was just asking." He defended in an uncertain tone. "You can call me Yuuji whenever you like."

"You stick by that." I spat out before I put my glasses back on, astigmatism held back at bay. "Sorry, I'm just tired of the same question people keep asking over and over again."

"Well, that question's just gonna keep coming with that habit, no matter how bad you want people to do otherwise." Yuuji explained.

"I know," I sighed irritably, peeking a glance at Rino (he still hasn't moved) before I faced the redhead again. "But surely there are some people who don't care about these things!"

"Kina, we're in Japan." Yuuji pointed out, "First names are reserved for close relationships. Even if there were some people who don't care, you got a less than 30% chance of seeing them."

"Ye-yeah, but—" I tried to think up a rebuttal but could not. He was right, this custom is pretty much fucking nationwide. My last hope, "Help me out here?" I pleaded as I looked over my shoulder to the conspicuous friend behind me.

Rino flinched just by a touch, surprised that I was suddenly involving him to the conversation (since when was he awake, I never knew), "….If it is a bother to you, why not give the question a piece of your ignorance?"

..."Uuuhhh…"

"I'd follow, it'd be a less of a hassle." Yuuji added.

I hung my mouth open, then I just sighed. This is hopeless, "You guys are useless." I grumbled, putting my headphones back on, full maximum volume. The boys just settled to relaxing, Rino went back to sleep and Yuuji pulled out a book.

A few songs later, the room got a lot packed when I opened my eyes, and I happen to see Yuuji standing at the podium with everybody's attention on him. He was announcing something big, Rino even sat up from his sleep position and listened attentively. I was about to remove my headphones but he was already moving back to his seat, beside me.

"What'd you say to everybody?" I asked.

"Oh, I just told 'em about why we don't have D-Class's classroom." He answered, then he smirked. "A few of 'em even went to the damn place." He snickered, opening his book again and reading.

I shared the chuckle. The door opened again and Akihisa was here. "Good morning…" He greeted in a drawl.

"'Sup." I just gave him a lame greeting wave, which would've looked like I was just slapping my table.

"'Sup, Akihisa. You're almost late." Yuuji remarked, giving a brief glance to his friend before looking back down on his book.

The blonde sat down on his usual seat, though he had to stand up and squat beside the redhead after he put his bag down, "Did anybody complain?" He asked.

"About what?" Yuuji asked, not looking up from his book.

"About the D-Class."

"Ah, that. I already explained it to them so no worries." He explained, "By the way, you alright?"

"About what?"

"About what happened yesterday," Yuuji clarified, flipping a page.

I frowned a bit, what's he talking about?

"Ah," He laughed awkwardly. "Even an idiot like me would not do that if it ends up with me getting my nails ripped off."

"No, I'm not talking about the part of finishing me off." He pointed, giving the idiot a blank stare.

Wait what!? "Uh, guys? What're you talking about? What's this about 'finishing him off'?"

Only Akihisa turned to me, Yuuji wasn't interested to answer, or in any of us. The former turned to the latter, "Yeah, Yuuji. What were you trying to say?"

"YOOOOSSHHHIIII!"

The response was an absolute punch to his face, not from the same redhead but from another redhead that wore her hair in a ponytail, sending him flying to the lockers with a loud clatter. Rino barely moved his body away to dodge the flying idiot.

My body didn't flinch or anything, but I got to say:

Wow! My morning just got a little bit interesting.

12:03 P.M.

"What'd you guys say we go to A-Class for a bit?"

I was instantly smiling, up my feet and already heading over to Yuuji the sooner he asked. We're gonna check out our final prize and I am more than eager to start.

Rino heaved himself up to his feet by one hand, far quicker than I had expected him to move unlike yesterday—he needed my help to stand up. His movements by far had improved, quite fast for one day, his limp barely any bother to his walking speed. That's good, but I could suspect that it was out of eagerness that he was moving that quickly. One of the fewest body languages I could specify in him was his anger: I noticed how mad he was when he left the room after we got declared war at yesterday. If I'm right, he's joining in for an entirely different reason.

Per usual, the gang joined in, consisting of Akihisa, Minami, Kouta, Hideyoshi and Mizuki. With the group altogether, with the addition of Rino, we walked to our destination. For once, we were silent, either out anticipation or apprehension, it could be both. We're heading off to (probably) the strongest class and about to knock on their doors for a little sightseeing, and we're the F-Class. But I don't have to worry, with Rep's head we can win. With me, Mizuki, and Rino, that's a bonus to our advantage in the win.

Once we reached their stylish classroom, we opened the doors without so much as knocking.

Whoa.

Now I have seen a lot of classy things, I got family friends that were richer than my own. I sometimes have (note, note: HAVE) to join in some of their celebrations and enter their absolutely grand house, eat a few foods before going isolated in a corner, listening to music. Not like they owned a Company but they do have a lot of money. After seeing so much luxury, I pretty much couldn't care for such stuff anymore. But this? Heh! A-Class's stuff could give them a run for their money. Excuse the pun.

Talk about 4 star hotel. All these stuff for students with big grades? There are a few smart people in the F-Class, and they're not getting any of this just because they are under the 6th letter?

What a motherfucking hierarchy this school has.

Everyone was just taking in the view around us. Statues, roman pillars, wall paintings, fuckin' cubicles (!?), they sure got the good stuff, unlike the crap F-Class had. Rino and Yuuji were particularly calm and silent, their body language very serious. There was something off in what I'm seeing at the both of them.

Was Yuuji really that short?

"My, my, I didn't think we get started 'til tomorrow."

Something bitchy this way comes.

I cannot miss the audible growl inside Rino's throat the sooner that voice asked, a sneer on his lips, sharp exhales, and a clenched fist. He wasn't going to bother hiding just how extremely pissed he was, unlike the usual reserved attitude he usually had like I took him to be. He was straight-up pissed that even the gang got the message.

I shot an uncaring glare to the rather identical bitch in front of the crowd of A-Class that gathered.

"Aneue!" Hideyoshi exclaimed upon seeing his sister. It's somehow a shame they had the same blood.

"Are you all throwing the towel?" She asked, arms crossed.

"Nah, we thought we'd check out our new stuff before we take it from you." Yuuji countered, his face had an unchanging calm.

"Well, look at the little narcissist."

"Look who's talking." I dryly pointed out. I received a glare but nothing afterwards. Hehe.

Yuuji unceremoniously sat in one of the puffy, reclining leather chair and propped his feet to the coffee table in front of him while crossed armed, the hint of defensiveness behind the cockiness he displayed is only visible to those who are with him, especially us.

Additionally, I joined his space and stood beside (soon to be) his chair, placing my elbow atop the backrest, shifting my hip to the side, and glaring straight at the bitch's direction. Rino joined in as well, standing in the left side of the chair, standing taller than I have ever knew he could ever be, glaring at the brunette underneath those bangs and continuously growling, the volume he was maintaining barely hid his emotions.

For a second, I was starting to feel like my avatar, like I was suddenly taking Aimy's role, but instead of the calm face she seemed to carry with her all the time, I was smiling cockily. Note, I would never do that, but considering who I'm up against, I don't give a fuck.

Rino was (very) close to becoming his avatar as well. There's no other explanation needed here to know just how mad he is just by looking at her. If he actually ended up becoming his avatar in some way…..

Well….

"How about a little negotiation to ease your mind, eh?" Yuuji offered coolly, his confident and calm face had a sign that it's not going anywhere. "To be fair for the lowest class, instead of an all-out Summoning Test War, how 'bout a Class Rep Duel instead."

Everyone was shocked, they must've expected a standard war instead of what he said. I wasn't fazed in the least, Rino barely moved an inch, both our attentions are fully directed on the brunette in front of us.

The bitch was quick to compose herself. "Are you stupid, there's no way a mere F-Class like you could possibly beat our Rep." Yuuko bragged.

"Oh really~~?" I taunted in a sing-song. If that was the case, how about I challenge their Rep to a duel, let's how'd they react with a gunwoman as their opponent.

Yuuji wasn't fazed in the slightest of her insults, instead his calm face broke to a devious smirk, as if something was following along his plan, "Getting scared? Seems like it since cowards like you were picking on the weakest class while they're still recovering from their last battle. Don't you remember the rules, there should be a ceasefire for the winning class so they could get their points back. Don't tell me someone like you, a representing student of A-Class, out of all people, forgot about it and, just maybe, tried to take advantage of our tired state—"

"I didn't forget." The bitch cut him off, her voice had raised in volume here, I could tell that Yuuji deliberately pissed her off. "Even if the F-Class had prepared themselves a day of full studying, you still cannot win against us."

"Hmph. I doubt that, 'Role Model'." Yuuji snidely opposed. So this bitch is a student Role Model, eh? What a joke, her attitude barely matches that title. "F-Class is not like what everybody thinks anymore. Besides Himeji over there," He motioned to Mizuki at the back with his head, he then gestured to me and Rino with two hands spread out either side of him. "These two….are not who you wanna mess with. They're good enough to take YOU on and beat ya. Either physically, or in a summoning battle, your pick." He stated with a smirk, and I couldn't help but feel mighty because of his words. Rino felt the boost as well, heaving a deep breath and lifted up his chin slightly.

He's looking down on her. Nice!

The bitch was clearly agitated, frowning and glaring at the three of us with rage. "You wanna do this now?" She snarled loudly. How stuck up is this bitch that she doesn't want to admit the truth?

Yuuji smiled at the utmost glee, "Be my guest." He allowed, gesturing to me and Rino.

I love you, Yuuji!

Rino was the first to move, he moved away from the couch and began walking up to the role model with a stomp on his feet. In this moment, Rino was starting look like a completely different person. He was taller than ever, his slim form looked more imposing, and he actually looked scary, so scary that I got unsettled for a second. But his angry aura is pretty much a pacifier to his frightening appearance, which wasn't enough.

He was mad.

"Kina?" Yuuji asked behind me.

I don't know what got into me. I could risk myself getting punched in the face out of annoyance or reflex or whatever for doing this, but I still did not stop my steps.

I was trying to stop him.

I wasn't doing this out of morals. No way am I stopping something like this from happening just because of 'good ethics'. I wanted nothing more than to see that bitch get beaten to a fucking pulp.

I caught his arm in a firm grip. He didn't snap his icy glare towards me, rather, he turned it to me in a very slow motion, the very action made him far more terrifying and I nearly shrunk under it, but I bit my lip and held on to my pride.

I don't know what got into me at all. Was it greed? Was it anger? Was it my pride? Or was it just for the hell of it?

He never looked the same. He had the face of a killer, unreadable and cold, but the hint of rage was rolling off his body like a cloud. But I didn't spare it a stare but with a glance, my attention was on the bitch.

I wanted to be the one to beat this slut FIRST.

For a second, I wondered if it was just my inner protectiveness manipulating my actions, getting mad for my friend because he was insulted indirectly by that girl. But I don't care what or why. I wanted to beat this bitch up and no one is going to stop me.

Heaving a deep breath, putting my emotions behind me for a bit, I put on my best 'sweet friend' smile as I faced him. "Why don't you let your friend deal with her, kay?" I offered sweetly. He can see what I was trying to do, and I knew that. I made it clear that I would still do it, even if he said 'no'.

For a while, it was a little easier to read what was going on in his mind.

This was HIS fight and he will not have it being taken away by me just because I was his friend or for my own personal gain. I could tell just how much he really wanted to murder the fuck out of that bitch. I can predict the aftermath if he wins; considering her attitude, she really sees herself as mighty and if Rino wins against her, it would leave a powerful impact to her pride as a role model. She, an A-Class student, losing to an F-Class student is the most humiliating thing that could happen to her.

Oh how lovely that would be.

Hmph. I also had the same idea. I wanted to break that pride, I wanted to stuff that bitch's mouth with F marked papers, I wanted to humiliate her in front of her classmates.

Rino is not the only one who feels that way.

Time felt so long just by staring back at Rino's icy glare, waiting for him to give a response to my request, either a nod or ignore me, because I don't want to stand around all day.

Then, in a moment, he gave me his permission: he nodded.

I gave him a genuinely sweet smile. I also neared myself to him and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a big hug. He may tower over me but I'm tall enough to rest my head to his shoulder. It felt like I was hugging a statue, both from hugging him while he's still mad, and for not hugging me back, plus he barely moved an inch as I did, but I didn't care. His 'yes' means a lot to me and I don't want to go on without a proper 'you're welcome'.

Parting my hug, I faced him once again, "Thanks." He stared just for a few seconds before turning away from me and returning to his last known position, Yuuji's left side.

"So~~," I began in a singsong voice, turning to the bitch as I pounded a fist to my hand while I narrowed my eyes, feeling all the held-down emotions rush forward to my head now that all bounds are broken. "You said something about doing this fight now? Why not start with me, one on one?"

The bitch looked at me superiorly, "You must be Kina Shina, the exchanged student who was so embarrassed by her grades that she refused to take the placement test. You must've really sucked at school."

Wow, just the second day and someone just made up a rumor about me already? Ha! No matter, just a few bullets fired, a few words of correctional bullshit and then I'll totally see the person who started it unhinge his/her jaw to the floor.

I smirked and gave a dry chuckle, "You really shouldn't believe those nasty rumors, sister." I shifted weight to one foot, placed a hand on one elbow across my abdomen while the other hand adjusted my glasses in a showy manner, just so I could continually piss her off. "Or did you start them yourself because you're relying on cheap tricks and mind games to bring you the win?"

The bitch glared hard, "I don't need cheap tricks to win."

"Then why did you sell your soul to the devil and become such a bitch?" I countered casually. I am mad but I'm using my wit here. Anger and fear are very predictable emotions, ladies and gentlemen, the more I provoke this brunette, the closer she is to my control. Once I do, she's dead before she even knows it.

"What did you just say?" She marched up to me.

Likewise, I marched up straight-up even closer to her face. "Why? Are you deaf or something?" I spat out, glaring hard on her green orbs. "Or maybe you're the only idiot here."

I spared a moment to notice the reactions of her classmates. They were all shocked at what I just said to their prized classmate. I'm pretty sure I surprised my buddies behind me, especially Yuuji. I wish could've seen their faces just like when I exploded at lunch, but Business First!

I was tall, this bitch is pretty much compared to a midget in my eyes, but a round of applause to her for not backing down at my height and still continuing to glare up at me. I deliberately lowered my head down, intensifying my glare in each proximity closed. Eventually, I had my forehead on hers, a competition in between us going on, trying to overpower the other. I wouldn't be surprised if electricity started flying all over the place because of us—I really hate this bitch, and I am fully aware that she feels the same way.

"….Wait." A low, monotone voice called out, somehow causing her (including me) to retract and look at the new person.

For one, she was good-looking, but the certain cold air and aura of pure leadership around her tells a lot of things. Long dark violet hair that flowed down to her waist like a waterfall and flared as if the wind graced it like a queen; a pale white face, an emotionless mask that radiated beauty no matter what expression it chooses to wear; dark violet orbs that gazed coldly as they looked over the F-Class, "….I accept, this duel is mine."

So she is the Class Representative of A-Class, huh? The smartest kid in the school. What was the name that Akihisa told me at lunch, Kirishima Shouko?

I watched her walk by, though I never missed the glare she shot at me as she passed me by. I just glared back right at her.

"….Only, I have one condition." She stated in a low voice, almost exactly like Rino's, marching up to Himeji Mizuki and glared hard on her face. The latter just gasped and didn't quite know how to react on why the smartest girl in the school was looking at her like that. "….The loser has to obey one thing from the winner, unconditionally."

"So that's why you picking on us." Yuuji remarked with his eyes closed, a passive smile present on his face.

"Don't be absurd: it's our duty to confront you." The bitch got bold again. "We of A-Class are obligated to protect the school's order and peace. You've set something in motion here. When bottom feeders start wars without even cracking open a book, someone needs to teach them a lesson."

The excuse of an immature brat who is afraid of change. She clearly doesn't like it when F-Class starts big.

I scoffed at her statement, "Translation: 'We're afraid of a revolution so we're stopping it before it starts.'" I mocked, twirling my finger to the air, saying it in her vocabulary as best as I could. I know what exactly what I'm doing here. I marched right at her. "Guess what, midget bitch….." And I spat the words right out. "It's too little, far too late."

There it is. She's exploding on the inside. Yes, that's right. Be mad. Be angry. Lash out and slap me, beat me, kick my sides as I lie on the floor. Let out the demon inside you, Kinoshita Yuuko. Aren't you mad? Come on, let out your anger! It's bad for your health if you held it in! Though if you do, your image is ruined forever. The school will run wild, 'A-Class Role model lost control and attacked a fellow student'.

Your life as a perfect student is over, Kinoshita Yuuko!

*STOMP*

Something, or someone stomped in the background, and I almost jumped at how it echoed throughout this massive classroom, "….Shina...!" Someone lowly growled behind me, and I paled at the sound of it.

Steeling my face, I turned to look behind me and Rino was giving me the end of an angry stare. It wasn't intense like earlier but it was still angry, the sort of angry that he didn't like what I was doing.

I could feel the warning of his gaze. What did I just do? Isn't this what you wanted, Rino?

…

Wait.

….

Oh shit.

I was giving my class a bad name through me. I'm a representing student of F-Class and my actions pretty much defines my class. If I had been doing that the entire time, it's gonna make things even worse, for them and for me. I shouldn't continue this approach, not when my class is involved, and everyone in it.

I lowered my head, but my glare not leaving the bitch, I walked backwards, away from her. "Well, sorry about that." I tried not to sound sarcastic but I probably failed. "In the regards of my class, I'd like to make a proposal." I proposed grimly, looking back at Yuuji, silently asking for his permission to continue. At his nod, I continued, "I propose a 5-on-5 instead." The offer was another shock for them, I continued, "But only A-Class will have a say for it." I cut them off, directing my attention back to the identical Kinoshita. "Be thankful I'm giving you some 'F-Class sympathy', I'm making a precaution for you nerds, just in case your class representative gets sick in the middle of it." I explained in a hushed voice, just enough so only she could hear it.

She really, really, looked like she wanted to explode, right here and now and beat my ass up. If looks could kill, the glare she gave me might've imploded a small moon. Her entire body, especially her face, was extremely stiff, as if there was a demon inside her body and she's trying to hold it down from escaping. She's really holding on to her pride here, and I had to say, I was impressed. No sarcasm, I really was.

When the bitch decided to get her words together, she said this: "Fine." Her voice was even and calm, but the look of her face (which was horrifically demon-like) betrayed all the pleasantries of the word, not that anyone in this room noticed but me.

"….Yuuko." I hear Kirishima's low voice say.

I smirked, "Pleasure doing business with you." I turned on my heels and walked away, through with my business and heading for the door.

…

That.

Was.

Fucking.

Intense!

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Rino watched her go, her stride mixed in a sashaying movement. Even as she is simply walking away, she's still continuing to aggravate the woman, Kinoshita Yuuko. Sparing one more glance at the latter along with a spiteful growl, and a calculating gaze to Meiko's classmate/caretaker, Kirishima Shouko, he followed the blonde, intending to leave, walking away with a rigid form.

This room was tense, and he can't stand it.

Soon enough, the group of F-Class followed. Yuuji stayed behind to leave a few last words. Standing up, he said, "Well, since the negotiations are good and done, our business here is over. The match will begin, exactly in this classroom at the end of classes tomorrow." Before Yuuji could pass through the doorway, he left it with one more. "By the way, F-Class will pick 3 subjects to play in and A-Class gets 2. That good with you?"

"….Understood." The valedictorian replied.

With finality, the double doors of A-Class closed with the thud. The group of F-Class students was left with complete uncertainty of the future.

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"WHAT!? WHY!?" I shouted.

"….Excuse me….!?" Rino growled.

"What the hell, Yuuji!? Why are am I out of the fight!?"

"….Do not deny me, Rep…! That woman's egotistical mouth needs silencing!"

I rounded on him, "What!? NO! Rino, that bitch is MINE! I'm gonna break her fucking pride like a piece of ice! And I'm not letting anyone stop me from doing it, even if its Hideyoshi, or YOU!"

He turned his glare towards me with gritted teeth, "….I must set an example to her peers, she is not as good as she thinks..!"

"Yeah!? So do I, but I'm gonna be the one to do that!"

"….Whatever you say to me will mean nothing to me if I do not deal with that bastado!"

"Um, you two?" Yuuji interjected.

"What!?" "….What is it!?" We both snapped.

Just after the 'negotiation', if you wanna call it that, we were gonna head up the roof for some bite to eat with the stuff that Akihisa had took from their fancy 'Sweets and Cakes counter', but Yuuji stopped both me and Rino midway at the bottom of the stairs to the rooftop telling the others to go ahead because he had some business with the two of us.

Apparently, the 'business' he talked about was putting me and Rino out of the 5-on-5 match.

And, boy, was I mad.

"It's just a precaution." Yuuji calmly said, putting his hands up as if it would calm me down.

I glared at Yuuji, "A precaution for what? You know that I can help beat down those assholes! Didn't we get to pick 3 subjects to fight at!? Just let me, Rino and Mizuki play then we can have their facilities, no trouble!" I shouted, completely feeling undignified by his choice. If he's going to do the duel against the A-Class Rep like he said he would, it wouldn't be necessary anymore if the three of us just win the battle for him.

Yuuji rubbed his forehead before wiping his face and explaining further, "I get it, Kina. Your idea is good and all, but I don't think it's right."

"WHY!? IT'S BECAUSE I WAS STILL NEW TO THIS FUCKING SUMMONING WAR BULLSHIT!?" I snapped at him, my frustration almost going out of control.

"It's because of the way it looks is not right!" Yuuji snapped, but it didn't surprise me in the least, I sort of expected him to snap at some point. He regained his composure and cleared his throat, "What it looks like is not right, that's why I can't."

I raised an eyebrow at what he said, 'what it looks like', the hell does that mean?

"….Explain." Rino ordered in a growl, he clearly was as undignified as me, being put out of the fight when he can do so much, such as winning it. He clearly wanted to murder the fuck out of that bitch. If I had not stopped him earlier, it would have been bloody.

He sighed in relief, possibly because he knows that Rino and I was interested to know, not for long that is. "Well, let's take a step back here. You two are good enough to go to A-Class, right? Especially Himeji?" He asked, looking at us expectantly.

I'm not good enough to go to A-Class, I am good enough to BEAT A-Class.

Both me and Rino said nothing, the answer was already obvious and we're pretty much already irritated just by him asking.

"And that makes you a match against E, D, C, and F-Class." He continued, my eyes got wide when he mentioned OUR class. Have I been focused on my enemy classes too much that I never thought about mine 'til now? "But if you three were the only ones fighting the wars for us and giving us the win, what would it look like?"

What would it look like? Well, it would make other classes think that the F-Class has very good troops that have better grades than B, or even A-Class. And that we three alone can do the job for the rest of the class, makes us a reliable trio. Wait….

"Does it put us on a different league, especially in our class?" I guessed, seeming to get his point.

I never noticed but Yuuji was frowning, "Ye-yeah, somewhere along those lines. But close…" He shook his head, making me widen my eyes. How did I not get that right? "It would make the F-Class look bad."

That shocked me. "What?"

"….Hmmm….I seem to understand your point, Rep." Rino commented, pinching a few strands of his jet-black bangs with his white hand. "….It would seem as if the F-Class are only relying on the students in their class with the highest grades to do their fighting for them while the others with the lowest would do nothing. The 3 of us are the anchors to their success, not themselves." He explained, his body language visibly growing uneasy as if the words were very unsettling.

"Exactly. And it doesn't go along with the purpose of this war: Grades Aren't Everything."

I was frozen, shocked and completely speechless. I never thought of that, I was just focused on punishing that bitch that I didn't consider my class's image. This looked a little bit like taking advantage of and manipulation, but….different. It would look like I was taking all the glory as a single student, not as a representing student of my class. If it goes like that, F-Class's already bad reputation would go to shit. It would look like I was being greedy.

I would also be making every effort of my classmates look like complete crap, completely inferior to my grades. It was wrong: I was still in the testing room along with the Rino and Mizuki, who were very smart in their own right, and all the F-Class students who had the lowest grades were doing the all the work of fighting the enemy, who was 2 levels—fucking 2 levels above their own and they still managed to last a good 4 hours. And I was still in a classroom writing answers on a test. And we fucking won that war, fair and square, all by tactic, skill, and effort by the F-Class. I didn't deliver that win, not Rino, not Mizuki, not even the three of us combined. The three of us just walked out of that classroom, beaten a few mooks and Mizuki gave the final blow while everyone else was distracting the entire army, making sure none one of us were surrounded and delayed of our orders.

That victory proved a common belief to be true; nothing is impossible. The lowest class with kids with the lowest grades had just defeated a class that was twice their strength. And nobody doubted it, even if slightly, that winning against D-Class was possible. They could've just win without us. Yuuji done it all just by the use of his wit, strategy-skills, command and personal trust in us.

And to think that I would ruin all that trust by walking in the 5-on-5 duel and allow myself to be taking the all glory because I was simply using my grades that rivaled theirs…?

Holy fuck.

I just got silenced.

My head was down low, in shame and in defeat. The feeling was familiar, but somehow this one was way milder than it thought it would.

"You seem to be getting it, Shina." Yuuji commented.

I simply nodded in agreement, lost from the mood for words.

"I want our class's victory to prove that we don't just succeed by grades, but with wits, personal skill, and lastly, your own belief." He stated, a warm and confidence-inducing smile playing on his lips as he said it.

I mirrored his smile, generally agreeing that he was right. I see that Rino was crossing his arms, still stern and stony, but his vibe generally showed warmth and acceptance, he agrees that Yuuji was right, too.

"Still though, you could've just let me fight and it would be easy for the class to win. It's not like I want to make the class look bad, you know." I suddenly perked up, liking the set of words I am about to say. "I just wanna show that even an F-Class like me can put up a fight." I proclaimed, puffing my chest and pointing my thumb to it.

He chuckled, "Yeah, but the role I got for you had an even greater meaning." He told me, the habitual smirk began to play on his face. "Same for Shimuya here." He added, looking at Rino with very sharp eyes.

I raised an eyebrow, getting him to explain.

"….What are those roles?" Rino asked, still angry, but sounding evidently forced, probably to look stubborn and non-submissive to anyone, especially to his Rep in an argument.

"With you, Shimuya, you are an important asset of F-Class. The hot-blooded, Gothic asset that could get what he wants because of how he was treated just by being an F-Class student. You aren't just an F-Class student either, you are yourself, and you will prove that fact to anybody's face that dares pisses you off just by where you came from or who you are."

He stared for a short second before he looked down, muttering "Asset" as if he was thinking about the role deeply, and I could tell that he liked it very much by his sneer. And by his sneer, I swear to god that it was a disguise to a pleased smile.

"You, Kina, had the best one." He looked at me as he proclaimed it and to my surprise, he placed both his hands on my shoulders and nearing his forehead, with the distance just shy from touching mine. "You are the trump card of F-Class. I listened in on your reason why you're in F-Class, and here's what I think is cool because you said so yourself that A-Class, or rather, Kinoshita was afraid of a revolution: you are the Voice of the Revolution. The girl who deserves to be in A-Class but was put in F-Class because of what she believed in. If you could show that to others, people will understand you, sympathize you, and would fight for that kind of cause rather than a girl just looking to piss people off."

I glared at his red orbs, but I had to admit, he did have a point. Should have known it too, it stuck out like a sore thumb but I guess I was too humble to notice. That 'Voice of the Revolution' name though sure had a nice ring to it. Like something out of the Hunger Games.

"The Voice of the Revolution…." I repeated, trying to taste the words, and apparently they fit well. "I like it, I think I'll keep it." He released my shoulders and pulled back his hands.

But before he could set some distance I grabbed his shirt (since he had no tie) and drew his face dangerously close to mine. I was being Aimy again, but I still would've done this anyway without her. Then I scowled as I took my glasses off so I could look at Yuuji straight in the eyes with my own. I may be astigmatic but even so, I forced myself to glare at his red eyes in the dim. Then I spoke in the most threatening voice I've ever known to have, "But if we ever lose, so much as YOU, fucking this match up by overthinking or being overconfident," I gave him one more tug. "Your ass is mine." I growled maliciously before I released him slowly, my grip on his shirt loosening and his face drew back. Due to the blur, I couldn't make it what face was he making. I don't care whatever, I just wanted him to get my point.

Before he could set some distance, a blurred figure who I could not doubt was Rino was suddenly beside us, looming over the two of us with his horror themed height. How does he grow so tall when he already is? "….My impression of you is in jeopardy because of this decision of yours. That applied as well to the rest to the class. I hated that damnable woman, and I want nothing more than to see her pride broken." He placed a hand on his shoulder, I was starting to feel some kind of murderous vibe he was giving off the moment he laid contact and I started feeling a chill on my spine. He stood up so straight that he absolutely towered over me and Yuuji, and was that hand always that big?

I think Rino was starting to act like his avatar.

"Pray you don't disappoint me." The last 3 words came out a guttural rasp as he darkly and dangerously said that line before releasing and walking away, not taking the stairs where the others are, eating their loot from A-Class's snack bar. I had to admit, his threat sounded more real than mine, if he ever threatened me like that I just hope he doesn't break into my home and slit my throat in my sleep.

Yuuji and I watched his figure, dimmed by this (oddly dark and non-illuminated) hallway and turned to the right of the corner, heading to god knows where. My guess was that he was probably going to his girl I saw at lunch yesterday. I gotta say, she looked kind of familiar to that Kirishima at A-Class. Then Yuuji and I looked at each other, a brief silence passed over us before I broke it, "Are you gonna take that risk?" I asked, putting my glasses back on.

Despite two threats from his dangerous classmates, including me (I'll beat you up if you don't consider me dangerous), he smiled.

"Fair enough."