Chapter 10:
The dismissal bell rang. Finally. Shuffling across the school grounds, Phibirizo headed straight for the exit. He could never understand why people considered education such an essential thing, it was more of a time-waster than anything else. Just as he was about to step out of the gates, the headmaster stopped him.
"Phibirizo is it? I…I want to speak with you, boy."
The headmaster was a small, wiry little man, who seemed to have developed a severe nervous bout of twitching after several years of being the head of this school. The twitching had worsened, after the appearance of Phibirizo.
The dark-haired boy scowled darkly at the man, his bangs falling over his eyes. "Well, what is it? Make it fast, I'm in a hurry."
Slightly startled at the boy's impudence, the gentle headmaster made a attempt at smiling. "You need to-to-to learn some manners, m'boy. I've been hearing b-bad reports about you, e-every y-year, Phibi-birizo…and that's…that's why I, I feel that it's about t-time we had a talk."
"Talk?" snorted the boy, "Why didn't you decide to do that during school hours? I don't have the time now, so you can…talk to me tomorrow." Before the headmaster could utter another word, Phibirizo sprinted out of the gates.
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A man hurried down a dark alley, his eyes flicking this way and that, murmuring constantly to himself. Reaching what appeared to be a dead end, he rapped a rhythm upon the wall. Immediately, it clicked open to reveal a secret passageway. Hopping in, the man shut the door, before dashing down the passage and halting before a worn-down door.
Leaning against the door and placing his face closest to the little crack at the top of it, the man whispered from the side of his mouth. "He's coming, Gaav sama."
Within the room, sat a large, broad-shoulder man, his fiery red hair flowing down his back. Gaav, the Chaos Dragon. He still favoured his large yellow trenchcoat, which was a rather peculiar choice, for a gang leader of the city's biggest mafia. After all, no gangster in his right mind would be willing to attract the crowd's attention to himself while committing some hideous crime.
Fingering the pistol lodged under his belt, Gaav barked his orders to his subordinate outside, who hurried to do his master's bidding.
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Captain Katsura leaned against the wall, a grin upon his face, as a blue-haired lady donning a body-hugging diving suit approached him, water dripping from her wet hair. Upon her suit flashed a glint of gold from her nametag. Marine Biologist, it read. Whipping out a large bouquet of red roses from behind his back, the maroon-haired man bowed floridly to the lady.
"For you, O Beautiful one."
Blushing redder than the Sun, the lady accepted the bouquet, her soft voice like tinkling bells in the distance as she spoke. "Thank you, Katsura san…I'm sorry for being late. I'll change out of this as fast as I can."
"Take your time, Dolphin dear."
While Katsura's fiancée dashed off to the changing rooms, the man passed his time by planning his date with Dolphin for today. A movie, then a romantic candlelight dinner, then an invitation to his house…a foolish smile spread across Katsura's face. For a flitting moment, a shadow seemed to flicker past the street. Katsura blinked.
"I'm ready, Katsura san. Katsura san?"
The maroon-haired man turned to face a pair of liquid pale blue eyes which twinkled gently. Clasping her hand, Dolphin's fiance smiled, his worries forgotten for the moment.
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"Look, look, as promised, I composed a whole new poem, sir! Would you like to hear it?"
Massaging his throbbing temples, Dynast Grausherra shook his head at the black-haired man before him, his patched and tattered shirt giving away his status in the country: absolutely poor. "No thank you, Kaze…" At the offended look on the man's face, the businessman coughed. "As much as I appreciate you reading it…just hand it over to me so I may take a look at it."
Handing the paper over, Kaze, or better known as Kazeryuu, bowed repeatedly to the silver-haired man. "Oh thank you, sir! I do hope you'll agree to publish this one!"
"Uh…" Placing the paper on his desk, Dynast leaned back against his chair. "…Kaze, you do realise that only good poetry attract lots of customers."
Dark green eyes flashed indignantly. "And what's your point?"
Lightly pressing a red button on his intercom, the weary Dynast called out at the knock upon his door. "Come in, come in."
Kaze stood up, arms akimbo. "Sir, I just asked-"
Tossing her pigtail over her shoulder, Dynast's female bodyguard entered, her dark eyes flicking towards Kaze. "You called, Dynast sama?"
"No, I was merely testing my moron magnet."
Sherra blinked at her employer, who waved his hand at Kaze. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. Now get this idiot out of my sight."
As the violently struggling wanna-be-poet was dragged unceremoniously out of the room, Dynast crushed his fist into a ball, glaring at the closed door with narrowed hazel eyes.
Had he any magic at all, he would have gladly blown that irritating creature to bits. It seemed almost yesterday when a single action of his could wipe out an entire Dragon clan. Here he was now, reduced to being a mortal, a normal human being.
In a fit of irrational rage, the silver-haired man snatched a crystal on his desk and flung it, spinning, at the wall and shattering the fragile thing to tiny pieces.