Walk On The Dark Side: Shinji
[A/N: Gods, people are
probably going to rip my head off for this. Oh well, I knew the risks when I started writing. Shinji's POV this time. Let's just say, she has an extremely violent
temper…]
[Disclaimer: Don't own.]
I shut
my eyes and let out a sigh. Ah, gym
class for the little brats… The one
time I can sneak in a real nap. Then a
soccer ball slammed into the side of my head.
I
crashed to the ground for the fifth time that week and leapt to my feet. "DAMN IT, DAISUKE NO BAKA!" I let out a
scream of rage, "THAT'S THE FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK! I'M TRYING TO TAKE A NAP!" I ran at him with intent to rip off his pointy-haired head, but
the bell toned. He ran off to the
locker room, screaming in horror. I
shook my head and walked towards the class I had to teach.
"Did
you forget that you have me for your next class?" I questioned with a
smirk. "No, Shinji…" Pointy-Hair
replied. I slammed my foot into his
shin. I had forbade everyone in the
class expect for Hikari and Takeru to say my first name, and Pointy-Hair was
the one I would actually injure if he were in range. "That's 'SHAZAKI-SAN' TO YOU!" I yelled, "Now sit down,
Pointy-Hair!" My face held no
expression as Daisuke hopped to his seat, and Hikari giggled. Strange. Usually, I would have laughed with her.
It
was shocking how quiet the little brats were being. I could only keep explaining the lesson to keep myself from
turning around and flat out asking them what the hell they were plotting. When I finally noticed the time, I sighed,
"Well, it's just about time for you to go home. Thank the gods." Takeru
snorted into his hand, but I ignored it and reached for the eraser.
"Well, it looks like someone stole the eraser again." I snarled. I held back the urge to snap the piece of chalk in my hand, and started to brush away the chalk marks. The eraser flew through the air and smacked into my arm, the moment it chose to go numb. I silently cursed Tari Ikarin, and knelt down to retrieve the book and eraser.
Hikari
jerked and smiled slightly as I looked at her. I smirked slightly, knowing that she thought that I was going to kill
Daisuke. But then I saw something that
horrified me more than when I learned what I did under Tari's control. I turned away from Hikari, trying
desperately not to show any signs that I knew about…it.
I
stood straight up and threw the eraser at Daisuke as hard as I could. It slammed into his head and knocked him out
of his seat just as the bell toned. The
students began to stuff their things in their bags and stand, and I remained
frozen.
"Hikari,
Takeru, stay where you are." I said in a much harsher tone than intended. The two Chosen Children froze and I didn't
move until the other students had left.
"Uh,
Shinji-san, what—" Hikari started to take a step towards me. "Hikari, sit down in your seat." I said in
what only could be described as a growl. "Bu—" she finished her step and I stormed towards her. "Hikari, I told you to sit, and as a
teacher, you must follow what I say." I said in a harsh hiss, "So sit!" Hikari stumbled to sit down, and winced as
she slammed down onto the hard seat.
The
sight of it nearly made me wince myself.
Takeru
looked on from his own seat, frozen in place. I had said nothing to him, and I wouldn't for a while. I knelt down on one knee and leaned forwards
to Hikari.
"Hikari…gods…I
know what happened last night." I whispered softly, placing my hand on her
shoulder. The physical contact made her
wince and jerk away after what I had said. "What are you talking about?" she asked in a cold tone. I reached behind her and rubbed two fingers
in the bend of her seat, where her body didn't fill. I forced myself not to shake as I grabbed Hikari's hand tightly
and pressed my fingers into her palm.
I
forced her to look, and her red eyes widened in horror. She covered her mouth with her free hand,
and I pulled away my hands.
My
fingers were coated with blood.
"That
is what I'm talking about." I hissed, "Hikari, I won't say any type of crap
that most people would. Just tell
me. Who the fuck did this to you?" Hikari barely moved, and I took her
shoulders and drew her closer to me.
"Hikari,
you've trusted me like your sister, now I need to know." I whispered, "Tell me
who did it. Takeru and I will do everything
we can." Hikari's head fell forwards
and I thought she passed out, but then she whispered a single name into my
ear. My eyes widened in horror. My emotions hastily swirled into one vast
mixture, and I leapt away from Hikari so I wouldn't harm her in my confusion.
"Takeru,
get Hikari the fuck to the nurse." I said, turning away. Takeru gasped. "What?!" he shouted, "Why?!" "DO IT!" I screamed angrily. He
jerked, and I said in a much calmer tone, "Just take her down there. I'll be there in a moment." Takeru walked over to Hikari and lifted her
by her shoulders. He saw the blood
staining her green skirt and pooled in her chair, and did not understand.
But
he followed orders, and led Hikari from the room quickly. I stared at the windows, standing in the
middle of the rows of desks. My hands
clenched into fists so fiercely that my nails nearly pierced my flesh. I let out a low growl, then threw my head
back in a roar of anger. I grabbed the
closest desk and threw it through the air. It crashed through the closed window and fell to the ground that was a
floor lower.
I
stood still, then whirled around as I heard someone squeak.
Daisuke.
He
had been watching the entire time, hardly believing his eyes. He had no clue I vented my anger this way. I wasn't venting anger. I was afraid. But I had no clue of how to deal with it, so I did whatever my
instincts said to.
I
stormed towards the door and Daisuke said weakly, "T-that has to come out of
your paycheck, doesn't it?"
"Fuck
my paycheck." I hissed as I walked past him.
Hikari
and Takeru were standing outside the closed door of the nurse's office. "Why the hell haven't you gone in yet?" I
asked angrily. "She…won't let us in."
Takeru said, his voice shaking.
I
brushed past him and said, "Nurse Takaniko, let these students in." "Ma'am, whoever you may be, you know the
rules." the nurse replied, her flat tone muffled through the door, "No students
gets in without written permission from a teacher."
"I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE THEM A FUCKING NOTE!" I shouted, slamming my fist against the door, "LET US IN, DAMN IT, OR I'LL BREAK DOWN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Takeru jumped in fear and Hikari shrunk back into the wall more. They had never heard me so angry before. Takaniko was at the door in a moment and unlocked it. She had no time to open it before I slammed it open.
"Shazaki-chan!" she snapped in anger. I was not liked in the school, and Takaniko was no exception. She said 'chan' to insult me. "How dare you act this way to someone who could get you fired on the spot!" she stabbed her finger into my chest, standing on her tiptoes, "As I said before, students need written permission from a teacher to go to the nurse! Now, will you conform to rules, or will you make me get you fired?"
I
glared the darkest glare I could at this short, middle-aged woman who I didn't
respect in the slightest. I growled low
in my throat, and then shot my hand out for Hikari. I yanked her away from the wall and turned her back to me for a
moment. With my right hand, I sharply
waved and curved my finger through the air above Hikari's head. I waved out the words for 'Hikari needs to
see the nurse—Shazaki'. "There, written
permission." I hissed, "Now let us the hell in." Hikari bowed her head in my grip and turned away.
"All
right." Takaniko said with an angry sigh, "Now what seems to be the
problem?" Hikari wouldn't move, shaking
like a leaf. I was standing away from
the three, leaning against a window. "Takeru, turn Hikari around." I muttered. Shaking, though not as violently as Hikari, Takeru walked to the
Child of Light and slowly turned her about. Takaniko's eyes widened as she saw the dark stain on Hikari's skirt.
"What
in the…hell happened?" she asked slowly, fearfully. She took a step forwards, but I shouted, "DON'T TOUCH HER!" Takaniko turned towards me, as did Takeru,
but I didn't look at them. "Just call
someone." I said, "But don't embarrass her." Takaniko didn't understand what I meant. But I wouldn't say a word…for Hikari's sake.
Hikari
had slipped into her own world, the world everyone creates whenever they feel
bad enough to travel there. I hated
those damn places. I glared at Takaniko
until she understood enough to follow what I said. She walked to the phone in her office and dialed something. I turned away, praying for the best in what
was the worst of situations. But my
understanding… I glanced at Takeru and
bit my lip.
My
understanding would shatter any hope that existed.
I
hesitated, but then tapped lightly on the door. The door slid open to reveal a man in his fifties; Taichi and
Yamato's Calculus teacher. I felt the
inexplicable urge to grin and smile at Taichi and Yamato misfortune to still be
in their final year of college. But I
couldn't do anything but be expressionless, and look at the old man. Nearly forgetting what I had come to do, I
held up twin pieces of paper and said, "I'm here to take Yagami Taichi and
Ishida Yamato out of class. I have
their sign-out papers here." The old
man looked over the notes carefully, as if trying to find sign of forgery.
"All
right." he said in a wheezy voice, "Yagami, Ishida, you heard the lady." The two looked up and saw me, and blinked in
surprise. But they stuffed their bags
and dashed out the door to me, somewhat glad to get out of class.
"All
right, what's this all about?" Taichi asked in a playful tone, poking me in the
shoulder, "Feeling lonely or something?" I grabbed his finger and crushed it in my hand. "Ask me that again, and I break it." I
hissed. "So what is this about?" Yamato
asked, leaning over the back of Taichi's seat, "You look really angry."
"Taichi…Hikari
is in the hospital." I said softly, clenching the wheel hard. Taichi and Yamato leapt forwards, gasping
loudly. "Takeru's there too, but just
to watch over her." I finished. "WHY
THE FUCK IS SHE THERE?!" Taichi screamed, "TELL ME NOW!" I grimaced and whispered, "The word starts
with an 'R', Taichi." Taichi's eyes
widened to a size I had never seen. "WHO
THE FUCK DID IT?! TELL ME!" he
roared, grabbing my collar.
"I…don't
know." I lied through clenched teeth, "Hikari didn't say anything after she
knew that I knew. She's slipped into
her own little world." Taichi's eyes no
longer reflected the light, and he let go, turning away.
Takeru
looked up with a jerk as he saw Taichi and Yamato run through the door. Taichi rushed to Hikari's side, kneeling on
the ground and holding her hand tight. "Hikari?" he whispered, "Hikari, can you hear me? Gods, imooto, you've gotta get through
this."
Takeru
ran to his brother and wrapped his arms around him, breaking down in ragged
sobs. Yamato held Takeru carefully,
hugging him with deep concern. "'Niisan, why did this have to happen to 'Kari-chan?" Takeru sobbed,
"Why her?" I stared at the two older
boys trying to comfort their siblings and bit my lip. Unable to keep anything else inside, I let out another roar of
anguish and whirled about. I slammed my
fist into the wall so harshly, that my knuckles pierced my skin.
I
pulled my fist away and held it in my left hand. Blood dripped and slowly ran down the wall, following the
spider-web lines that I had made in the plaster.
"Kuso."
I cursed under my breath, beginning to run from the room.