Wicked Angel: So. So, here I am again, after my long long long long long furlough. Well… Well, honestly, I forgot what I was writing about. Really. Well, considering that my attention span is like of the fruit fly's. ::sigh:

So, my beloved readers, brace yourselves before reading a product of my insanity.

Chapter Three

Her sneakers eerily squeaked on the cold corridors. Everything is so quiet. Too quiet. Like no living soul resides in this damned place. She bent her head low her gaze falling to the black leather shoes of her executioner as she trailed behind him.

They walked slowly in a single file. The man in front of her halted and faced a lone room without any windows. And slowly, he opened it.

And this… this is my guillotine… she darkly thought.

She halted as she caught the full view of the room. Then, a sharp thing hit the back of her head. She budged a little but nevertheless she had her senses on alert.

She thought she felt a cold trickle of something on the side of her neck where the moron behind her hit her.

'I knew having him to walk -behind- me is a bad idea…' an initial calm thought faintly passed her numbed mind.

Yet an involuntary shiver passed her body.

And, for the first time in her life, she shrieked. Scratch that. She screamed.

"No desks. You must understand that you're in a detention room for sleeping inside the class and hitting the teacher. We will not give you something that would induce you to do something like that again. Now think about what you have done and how wrong it is to do something like…" the thin man with black shoes, black pants, black polo, black glasses frame in front of his black beady eyes who reminded Hitomi of a rat spoke as he twitched his nose involuntarily.

"Honestly, if I were to spend another second listening to his speech, I'll be hitting it off to LaLaLand," she murmured as she stared on the worn out beige carpet as if it wore the meaning of life.

"And please, no talking." He finally concluded before leaving the room.

"Where am I again?" Hitomi found herself asking. "Aight. No desks." She nodded and checked out where she was sitting.

She gasped. No way.

"A nice soft couch to sleep in. Nobody hitting you on the head in the middle of your sleep and definitely, silence, solitude and peace. Yeah. This is what I need." Rukawa closed his eyes and found himself the familiar feeling of being drawn inside a dark vortex, inevitably, steadily but surely.

Basketball is using too much of his energy. He has not yet build enough endurance to weigh the training and academics in balance. "I just need time," he fell sideward and his head landed on a soft mass. "And add a nice soft pillow too."

Hitomi felt her blood draw out from her face. Unimaginable horror seeped through her stony exterior as she stared unblinking for a second at the round object covered with a mass of raven hair resting comfortably between her chest.

For a second, she felt like the air died down, like Time stopped, like everything grew still, like she never felt sleepy and like she felt her senses grow so acutely sharp. Well, there's always an unexpected calm before a storm. And the damn broke, the wind blew and uprooted the trees and the earth began to quake.

She knocked the peacefully sleeping round object away as she raged. She grew red with anger and she felt herself heating up. She never felt so irritated like this before. She never has to explode like this before. She never had find herself feeling so deeply disturbed like this before.

"Now that's it, you moron! I wouldn't take any of this treatment from you anymore. What do you think you are, huh? Who do you think you are????" she grabbed him by the collar as she ranted on and on at his face. Her eyes flashed, her breath came in short rough gasps, and she felt her temples throbbing in anger.

"I'm not you personal handkerchief whom you can wipe you disgustingly drooping saliva every time you feel the need to SLEEP!!! Damnit, you did it twice in class and you did it again today! And now… you openly, blatantly…" she paused, catching her breath. She felt like one possessed. Whoever talking now is not the usual Hitomi who only speak 5 words in a sentence maximum and only on sentence per reply. Really.

The raven-haired boy stared blankly at her, his gaze cool. "WHHHAAATTT???!!!" Hitomi shrieked again, unbelieving how can someone be possibly so dense like this creature. Rukawa took her hands away from his collar and smoothed it. "I don't know what the hell you're shrieking your ass about." He replied coolly.

"Oh God, I can't take this anymore. If I get to murder this pale freak today, I'd be doing the rest of humanity a BIG BIG BiG favor…"

Unable to speak anymore, she chose plan B to follow. Instantly, her fist buried on Rukawa's face.

"Now, don't you still know what the hell I'm exploding my ass about?"

"No." He replied as he massaged his aching jaw slowly.

Hell broke loose. Rukawa was immediately transformed into one big punching bag.

Mr. Mazuki was passing by when he heard loud confrontations and commotion inside the detention room. "What's happening?" he wondered out loud as he walked towards the door.

"That's what you deserve, you asshole!"

"I say stop it! One more swing of your damn fist and I'll forget you're a girl!"

"Oh yeah? How about this?"

Loud banging and crashing.

"I warned you."

"Yeah. And I'm so damn scared!" Another crash of something heavy.

Mr. Mazuki slid the door open. And found all the world turned upside down.

And seeing one tall lass and Shohoku's super rookie beating the hell out of each other.

Hitomi nervously shifted her icebag on the side of her cheek. Ayako's mother is talking softly on the phone. Talking to the damn dean.

Ayako was preparing the dressing for her injuries silently. "Shit. I'm in neck-deep shit," she murmured.

"I wished you thought about that before you beat the crap out of Rukawa first," Ayako sighed.

Her mother is still talking softly with dean on the phone.

"Kaede, we need to talk." A tall graceful and attractive woman in her early forties sat down beside Rukawa. She has just finished talking with the dean on the phone.

"I know you just need time to adjust and all but… Kaede, I've had enough calls from the office."

Rukawa reached out for the scissors and cut the bandage.

"I hope you wouldn't think I'm being cruel but the girl's mother, the dean and I decided to take some measures to avoid both of you hurting each other again. I just hope this will work."

Rukawa looked up. He almost heard the theme song from Twilight Zone playing.

Doomsday.

Hitomi stood up. "No way!!!!!" she protested. Ayako's mother remained cool, her expression unchanged.

"We have to do this."

"But please, consider! We'll just end up killing each other!" she pleaded Ayako's mother. If you want me to kiss your feet, I would. Just please… don't…

"I'm sorry. But dear, this will work out for the best. I'm sure." Ayako's mother smiled and hugged Hitomi briefly.

Ayako excused herself and went to the bathroom.

Hitomi felt the world going flat and crumbling beneath her.

"I can't believe this! This is sooooo funny!!!" Ayako slapped her thighs as mirth bubbled inside her. "Wait till everyone gets to hear this! Wahahahahahaha…"

Wicked Angel: So, is this as lame as it ought to be? I'm just trying to get the creative juices flowing back. So far, none. But I feel them coming out from their damn holes. They're just a lil bit shy, y'know.

I'm just sorry this has to take so long. Bear with me. I'm still a student like all of you.

So, this is comparatively short. I hope the next chapter will be longer. And makes more sense. : )

Think about it:

What do you think happened? What did those three sadistic creatures agreed upon to make Hitomi and Rukawa's (basically Hitomi's) lives more miserable?

Wahahahahaha. It's funny how I'm so lame.

Wahahahahahhahahahaha.