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so short, but people were kind of getting impatient with me. Originally, I
had hoped to combine this chapter with the next, but seeing how people are
rushing me and I have not even begun to write the next chapter, releasing
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THE LA MORTE
It was a beautiful spring day with the sun beaming brightly upon the clear blue blanket filled with white cotton. There were no unfortunate predictions or bad omens to ruin the light and glorious atmosphere during the morning of May 21. Everything was perfect. The dark clouds predicting threatening doom were nowhere in sight.
Glistering black cars lined the sidewalk of the humble Juban High School. In the middle of the glamorous darkness stood a sole pure white stretch limousine, clearly indicating its status above the rest. Ferraris, BMW, Benz, and various other brand name sports cars accompanied the executive mobiles, serving more as bodyguards than companions. Wealth was displayed along the sidewalk of the rather old Tokyo high school, but the local media was strictly forbidden to interfere.
The scene attracted many whispers of admiration and envy from by passers, each hoping to get a glimpse of the wealthy prince inhabiting the white limousine, but the tainted darkness of the white vehicle's widow was all that greeted their sight. The king of industry did not take well to worshipping stares of the pathetic peasants.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS!" boomed the loud and obnoxious voice of the frantic Juban principle. The once cool and collective old lady was nervous beyond recognition at the expected arrival of the international tycoon. One mistake and it could mean more than her job.
"Mr. Kaffro had just arrived and is ready to begin the presentation. Now, I would like to take the liberty to remind you again that it is an immense honor to have Mr. Kaffro as a guest speaker. Please be on your best behavior and proceed to the assembly room in a fashionable manner."
"Here we go..." sighed an obviously bored Lita with the roll of her t forest green eyes. "Listening to some rich bastard brag about himself to the whole world...Great! Just what I needed!"
"You're forgetting Lita" I reminded her with a sly wink of an eye, "that the 'rich bastard' might be hot." Another look of annoyance was her reply to my statement.
"Did you see Beryl and her little band of followers?" asked Ami with a grin, clearly seeing humor when Lita did not.
"How can I miss it" I replied with a groan, "I think they wore the most sluttiest outfits they own."
"Not really," Ami countered, "this school does have a dress code regulation and the sluttiest thing they own is definitely not going to get them through the front door. It would be a shame if they missed such an important opportunity to dig into a rich bastard's purse, good looking or not."
"Speaking of the devil.." Lita murmured, nodding towards the direction of the fast approaching preppies entering the buzzing classroom. Great!
"Hey freaks" Beryl greeted with her all-so-superior tone. The room went death silent as the audience was eager to observe the outcome of her little spectacle. Clearly she has not gotten over the whole me and Darien thing yet. "I hope you know how important this day is for me and this school. I don't want you within ten steps of Nicholas Kaffro. I don't think he needs to see how pathetic this school really is."
"Then you shouldn't approach him" replied Lita with smirk. "He might mistake this educational institution as a whore house. Hmm..imagine the damages." Muffled laughter could be heard in the airy atmosphere.
"Why you fucking bitch!" screamed Beryl, her face rapidly matching the color of her hair. "Don't you ever dare talk to me like that freak, or I'll.."
"What?" Lita challenged with the arch of an eyebrow. She might have grown soft with me and Ami, but to everyone else, she is till the bully.
"Just you wait bitch.." Beryl threatened with her eyes in slits, "you'll be sorry.." Not even waiting for Lita's well-prepared response she stormed off, her little lackeys quickly scattering from around us to catch up. The room glanced at Lita and Beryl, clearly wanting more action. However, disappointment was all that greeted them.
I bet there is going to be an emotional moment among the cheerleaders as they rack their empty heads for the right vocabulary and emotions to comfort the queen of sluts. Hail to her royal majesty.
"What's the point of making threats if you can never follow up on them?" questioned Lita with a dirty glance in the preppies' direction.
"Oh, she follows up on her threats" I replied, "trust me, I would know. Actually, I think Ami could back me up on this one too."
"Well, even if she does make some pathetic attempt to carry out her revenge, I'll be ready" stated Lita with a mischievous glint in her sparkling green orbs. She lived for the challenge.
"Students!" yelled our homeroom teacher, who was dressed a little too formal. It seems that every member of the staff faculty was eager to meet this world known entrepreneur.
"I want you to line up in single file and head on down to the assembly room. Wouldn't want to be late to an event like this."
"Yeah." agreed Lita with a sarcastic tone. "After all, this would be the highlight of the rest of my life."
"Me too!" cried one of our idiotic classmates, overhearing Lita's comment. Now, clearly she did not recognize sarcasm..
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "We have arrived Mr. Kou" announced the stewardess with a smile that was meant to arouse any male specie. However, a nod of confirmation was all that came from Seiya before he got up and prepared to leave.
Frustrated and desperate for another approach, the stewardess leaned forward casually to give him a full view of her oversized chest.
"Is there possibly ANYTHING else I can do to make your stay more welcome Mr. Kou?" she whispered seductively, indicating a literal meaning to the word 'anything'.
"No" answered Seiya firmly, giving her a cold glare before shoving past her. He was tired of these whores.
"B-but Mr. Kou-" the stewardess began, flipping her dirty blond hair while trying to catch up to the irritated Seiya at the same time.
"NOTHING at all" Seiya stated firmly once again, indicating that the conversation was over. The desperate blond nodded in defeat and sighed as she went ahead to open the door for him. Of course she had taken the chance to brush her lustrous body against him, but once again, it had no affect.
Seiya nodded in goodbye before climbing out of the private government jet, not giving the stewardess another glance. He walked out of the private plane dressed casually, giving the impression of an industrial prince venturing out on vacation. What woman could possibly not want him?
A red blazing Ferrari came to meet his arrival upon Tokyo, the driver eagerly waiting for the young success to climb in. Seiya gracefully climbed on, not at all intimidated by the driver's large masculine size. He was, after all, the superior here.
"Where to boss?" asked the uncharacteristically friendly driver. Apparently, also a loyal friend of the young chief.
"Drop me off at my hotel and arrange a private car for me" he commanded with the great respect and authority that he possessed.
And so it shall be done. After all, how many people within the city of Tokyo had the authority to override the head of the FBI?
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Diamond La Femme walked into the small humble staff room with a striking air of confidence. A charming smile graced his already breathtaking features, sweeping any woman, both student or teacher, off her feet. He was certainly not what they have expected.
"M-Mr. La Femme" greeted the principle, quite frantic for a way to please him. "I-I hope that you had enjoyed the tour of our small institution." Diamond nodded, his violet orbs evaluating the old woman with superiority.
"W-Would you like anything? Refreshments? A private room?.." The old lady pressed, wishing in some way to leave a good impression.
"No" Diamond replied with a slight edge of boredom. "However, I would greatly appreciate if my employees would have full permission to accumulate themselves to the premises without interruption."
"Of course!" the old woman cried, happy to have pleased the business typhoon in some way, although she thought the request a bit easy and ludicrous.
"Excellent. Now, I believe that I have scheduled a meeting with the student body of Juban High at exactly 10 o'clock. Are they ready?" inquired Diamond, more demanding than asking. He enjoyed the power he held over others. He enjoyed destroying lives at a whim of a hand. But most of all, he enjoyed watching the gaze of terror from pathetic weaklings just as the realization of death had dawned upon them. However, today, none of these things held his attention more than what he was about to do...and acquire in the process. One word could summarize this whole ordeal: Serena La Morte.
"They are patiently waiting for your arrival" the hag announced humbly. "I assure you, Mr. Kaffro, that the students in this school completely realize the opportunity of which you had bestowed upon them. We are more than gracious that-"
"Thank you.Linda" cut in Diamond with a warning tone. He gets tired of praises from weaklings very easily. They annoy him to no end, and Diamond La Femme was not a tolerant person.
The old lady graciously nodded her head and dropped her gaze to the ground in order to hide the bright stains of embarrassment rapidly coming onto her wrinkled cheeks.
"Follow me please Mr. Kaffro" she muttered politely, before escorting him out of the humble staff room with a great blow to her confidence. She walked out of the old door, leaving behind the many gazes of the teachers who have been too nervous to speak to the great typhoon personally. However, they were not too nervous to judge.
Diamond walked behind the shriveling form in an excellent mood. Weaklings were too easily dismissed. He wondered if Serena La Morte took such pleasure of crushing the very soul of others. He would not have to wait much longer to find out...
"We are here, Mr. Kaffro" the old principle announced, managing to erase her deep blush to a minimum during their trip. She was ready to renew her impression in his mind. After all, who wanted the great Nicholas Kaffro to remember them as a total moron? Unfortunately, Diamond always had this precognitive judgment. Very few were worth his reconsideration.
"Thank you Linda" he replied with one of his charming smiles that made even an old woman's heart jump trice its normal rate. Unfortunately, that smile was not preserved for her.
The old lady nodded dumbfoundedly in response, not trusting her words to come out in coherence. She left him with two of his "employees", as requested earlier. Nicholas Kaffro was definitely a very secretive man, but none the less, it saved her from further embarrassment. Upon climbing up the back stage, she glanced one last time at possibly the most desirable male that God had left upon this earth. She did not even bother correcting him of her name. It was Lona...not Linda.
"I trust that everything is in order Rubeus?" inquired Diamond with a satisfied grin. He knew it was.
"Everything on plan boss" the smirking man with flaming strands replied. "Everything is indeed in order."
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A riot of shouts and shuffling assaulted my ears upon entering the designated room that was allowed the opportunity to be graced with Nicholas Kaffro's presence. Excitement was clearly the central atmosphere as students shoved past each other in order to get the front seat. The cheerleaders, of course, where front and dead center. No surprise since Beryl practically threatened anyone that stood in her way. Now she sat there with her legs crossed and her breasts clearly showing. Her already short skirt had ridden up to her thighs and a visible smirk of confidence was on her face. I love it when people show false hope.
My humble friends and I had at last settled ourselves comfortably in the middle row. We may very well be the only trio of the female species within this room that was not dying to meet this multi-billionaire. I glanced over at Darien in the back row, chatting away with his buddies. Boredom was clearly evident in his handsome features and a smile graced his sweet lips as he spotted me staring at him. So what, I am not allowed to stare at the guy I'm dating?..well.sort of dating..
"So how long do you think it'll take Beryl to make her move?" challenged Lita with a grin of amusement. The only reason for her being in school today was purely based on Beryl.
"I'd say twenty minutes into Kaffro's speech" stated Ami, glancing in Beryl's direction for a confirmation.
"No way!" I objected. "I know that she is stupid and all, but even someone with her brains would know to play it cool with someone like Kaffro. After all, I'm sure she knows that he can get as many women as he wants without lowering himself to the status of dating minors." As soon as I spoke the words 'dating minors', a pang of guilt hit me. After all, was I not dating Seiya Kou, a 25-year-old, just a month ago? Guilt..certainly a rare emotion for me.
"You know it and I know it, but I'm willing to bet that she sure as hell doesn't" smirked Lita, fully showing her opinion of how completely moronic Beryl really was. In a way, it was kind of true. Little Miss Popular was probably so self-absorbed that she had failed to notice that the world just doesn't gravel at her feet.
"Well, here is our opportunity to find out" announced Amy with a deep mischievous grin that was completely out of her character. Certainly a Kodak Moment.
The heavy crimson curtains suddenly parted, revealing the petite and shrivel form of our dear beloved principal in the middle of the stage. Great. She'll probably give us a pre-pep talk about how important this is for our future again. Translation: how the rise or fall of this school all depends upon or behavior and the impression left on Mr. Kaffro. If we are successful in winning his approval, then this shit school might get the funding it has been denied by the city of Tokyo.
To summarize: we are trying to impress Kaffro to pine money form him. We really do have a wonderful administrative staff.
"Attention!" she commanded in her usually stern voice, except this time it has lost a lot of its edge. Maybe not being the most authoritative person in this building had been a huge damage to her self-esteem. However, nonetheless, students still immediately shut down their temporary conversation to give the old hag their full attention.
"As you all know, Mr. Kaffro has granted us the honor of his presence today. Once again, I remind you that he has done this completely out of his personal desire, so he would appreciate your full attention. No nonsense shall occur today, and anyone who dares to disobey WILL answer to ME! Now, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present you Mr. Nicholas Kaffro!"
Upon her carried announcement, I young man dressed in a rather informal attire stepped onto the stage. He had shinning white hair with a tint of blue and a smile that could shame Adonis himself. Although wearing a simple white shirt and black pants could make any guy look ordinary, he was anything but ordinary.
I heard the sudden gasp befalling upon the student body. I saw the look of amazement and wonder through their shinning orbs. Even the great Darien Shields was befuddled with surprise. I observe the deep mesmerized look of both Lita and Ami beside me as their eyes were glued to this mysterious face. I was confused at their look of astonishment. What was so special about this business typhoon? I nudged Lita, but no response came. She was hypnotized by his sight.
At last getting impatient, I slowly took my thick glasses off in the frightening silence. Slowly, adjusting my sight without the heavy shields, I focused my gaze upon the man standing with the confidence of a god upon the stage.
I squinted and leaned forward to get a better look at this so-called "wonder." A familiar face met my sight. The face I had hoped not to encounter within the next decade.
The face of none other than Diamond La Femme himself.
Suddenly, his deep violet orbs scanned the mass and landed upon me. Like the first time, I was mesmerized by his hypnotic gaze. However, a large wave of panic hit me as realization dawned. He was looking straight at me with the utmost confidence. A slow lazy smile stretched across his perfect complexion.
At last, he has found me.
AN: Guys, I am truly hoping that you would find the time to read my other story, "Empty Darkness" and tell me your opinion. I'm getting a very low response and I am starting to have second thoughts about its continuation. I know that I should probably add more chapters in, but just tell me how it is so far! Thanks!
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THE LA MORTE
It was a beautiful spring day with the sun beaming brightly upon the clear blue blanket filled with white cotton. There were no unfortunate predictions or bad omens to ruin the light and glorious atmosphere during the morning of May 21. Everything was perfect. The dark clouds predicting threatening doom were nowhere in sight.
Glistering black cars lined the sidewalk of the humble Juban High School. In the middle of the glamorous darkness stood a sole pure white stretch limousine, clearly indicating its status above the rest. Ferraris, BMW, Benz, and various other brand name sports cars accompanied the executive mobiles, serving more as bodyguards than companions. Wealth was displayed along the sidewalk of the rather old Tokyo high school, but the local media was strictly forbidden to interfere.
The scene attracted many whispers of admiration and envy from by passers, each hoping to get a glimpse of the wealthy prince inhabiting the white limousine, but the tainted darkness of the white vehicle's widow was all that greeted their sight. The king of industry did not take well to worshipping stares of the pathetic peasants.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS!" boomed the loud and obnoxious voice of the frantic Juban principle. The once cool and collective old lady was nervous beyond recognition at the expected arrival of the international tycoon. One mistake and it could mean more than her job.
"Mr. Kaffro had just arrived and is ready to begin the presentation. Now, I would like to take the liberty to remind you again that it is an immense honor to have Mr. Kaffro as a guest speaker. Please be on your best behavior and proceed to the assembly room in a fashionable manner."
"Here we go..." sighed an obviously bored Lita with the roll of her t forest green eyes. "Listening to some rich bastard brag about himself to the whole world...Great! Just what I needed!"
"You're forgetting Lita" I reminded her with a sly wink of an eye, "that the 'rich bastard' might be hot." Another look of annoyance was her reply to my statement.
"Did you see Beryl and her little band of followers?" asked Ami with a grin, clearly seeing humor when Lita did not.
"How can I miss it" I replied with a groan, "I think they wore the most sluttiest outfits they own."
"Not really," Ami countered, "this school does have a dress code regulation and the sluttiest thing they own is definitely not going to get them through the front door. It would be a shame if they missed such an important opportunity to dig into a rich bastard's purse, good looking or not."
"Speaking of the devil.." Lita murmured, nodding towards the direction of the fast approaching preppies entering the buzzing classroom. Great!
"Hey freaks" Beryl greeted with her all-so-superior tone. The room went death silent as the audience was eager to observe the outcome of her little spectacle. Clearly she has not gotten over the whole me and Darien thing yet. "I hope you know how important this day is for me and this school. I don't want you within ten steps of Nicholas Kaffro. I don't think he needs to see how pathetic this school really is."
"Then you shouldn't approach him" replied Lita with smirk. "He might mistake this educational institution as a whore house. Hmm..imagine the damages." Muffled laughter could be heard in the airy atmosphere.
"Why you fucking bitch!" screamed Beryl, her face rapidly matching the color of her hair. "Don't you ever dare talk to me like that freak, or I'll.."
"What?" Lita challenged with the arch of an eyebrow. She might have grown soft with me and Ami, but to everyone else, she is till the bully.
"Just you wait bitch.." Beryl threatened with her eyes in slits, "you'll be sorry.." Not even waiting for Lita's well-prepared response she stormed off, her little lackeys quickly scattering from around us to catch up. The room glanced at Lita and Beryl, clearly wanting more action. However, disappointment was all that greeted them.
I bet there is going to be an emotional moment among the cheerleaders as they rack their empty heads for the right vocabulary and emotions to comfort the queen of sluts. Hail to her royal majesty.
"What's the point of making threats if you can never follow up on them?" questioned Lita with a dirty glance in the preppies' direction.
"Oh, she follows up on her threats" I replied, "trust me, I would know. Actually, I think Ami could back me up on this one too."
"Well, even if she does make some pathetic attempt to carry out her revenge, I'll be ready" stated Lita with a mischievous glint in her sparkling green orbs. She lived for the challenge.
"Students!" yelled our homeroom teacher, who was dressed a little too formal. It seems that every member of the staff faculty was eager to meet this world known entrepreneur.
"I want you to line up in single file and head on down to the assembly room. Wouldn't want to be late to an event like this."
"Yeah." agreed Lita with a sarcastic tone. "After all, this would be the highlight of the rest of my life."
"Me too!" cried one of our idiotic classmates, overhearing Lita's comment. Now, clearly she did not recognize sarcasm..
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "We have arrived Mr. Kou" announced the stewardess with a smile that was meant to arouse any male specie. However, a nod of confirmation was all that came from Seiya before he got up and prepared to leave.
Frustrated and desperate for another approach, the stewardess leaned forward casually to give him a full view of her oversized chest.
"Is there possibly ANYTHING else I can do to make your stay more welcome Mr. Kou?" she whispered seductively, indicating a literal meaning to the word 'anything'.
"No" answered Seiya firmly, giving her a cold glare before shoving past her. He was tired of these whores.
"B-but Mr. Kou-" the stewardess began, flipping her dirty blond hair while trying to catch up to the irritated Seiya at the same time.
"NOTHING at all" Seiya stated firmly once again, indicating that the conversation was over. The desperate blond nodded in defeat and sighed as she went ahead to open the door for him. Of course she had taken the chance to brush her lustrous body against him, but once again, it had no affect.
Seiya nodded in goodbye before climbing out of the private government jet, not giving the stewardess another glance. He walked out of the private plane dressed casually, giving the impression of an industrial prince venturing out on vacation. What woman could possibly not want him?
A red blazing Ferrari came to meet his arrival upon Tokyo, the driver eagerly waiting for the young success to climb in. Seiya gracefully climbed on, not at all intimidated by the driver's large masculine size. He was, after all, the superior here.
"Where to boss?" asked the uncharacteristically friendly driver. Apparently, also a loyal friend of the young chief.
"Drop me off at my hotel and arrange a private car for me" he commanded with the great respect and authority that he possessed.
And so it shall be done. After all, how many people within the city of Tokyo had the authority to override the head of the FBI?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Diamond La Femme walked into the small humble staff room with a striking air of confidence. A charming smile graced his already breathtaking features, sweeping any woman, both student or teacher, off her feet. He was certainly not what they have expected.
"M-Mr. La Femme" greeted the principle, quite frantic for a way to please him. "I-I hope that you had enjoyed the tour of our small institution." Diamond nodded, his violet orbs evaluating the old woman with superiority.
"W-Would you like anything? Refreshments? A private room?.." The old lady pressed, wishing in some way to leave a good impression.
"No" Diamond replied with a slight edge of boredom. "However, I would greatly appreciate if my employees would have full permission to accumulate themselves to the premises without interruption."
"Of course!" the old woman cried, happy to have pleased the business typhoon in some way, although she thought the request a bit easy and ludicrous.
"Excellent. Now, I believe that I have scheduled a meeting with the student body of Juban High at exactly 10 o'clock. Are they ready?" inquired Diamond, more demanding than asking. He enjoyed the power he held over others. He enjoyed destroying lives at a whim of a hand. But most of all, he enjoyed watching the gaze of terror from pathetic weaklings just as the realization of death had dawned upon them. However, today, none of these things held his attention more than what he was about to do...and acquire in the process. One word could summarize this whole ordeal: Serena La Morte.
"They are patiently waiting for your arrival" the hag announced humbly. "I assure you, Mr. Kaffro, that the students in this school completely realize the opportunity of which you had bestowed upon them. We are more than gracious that-"
"Thank you.Linda" cut in Diamond with a warning tone. He gets tired of praises from weaklings very easily. They annoy him to no end, and Diamond La Femme was not a tolerant person.
The old lady graciously nodded her head and dropped her gaze to the ground in order to hide the bright stains of embarrassment rapidly coming onto her wrinkled cheeks.
"Follow me please Mr. Kaffro" she muttered politely, before escorting him out of the humble staff room with a great blow to her confidence. She walked out of the old door, leaving behind the many gazes of the teachers who have been too nervous to speak to the great typhoon personally. However, they were not too nervous to judge.
Diamond walked behind the shriveling form in an excellent mood. Weaklings were too easily dismissed. He wondered if Serena La Morte took such pleasure of crushing the very soul of others. He would not have to wait much longer to find out...
"We are here, Mr. Kaffro" the old principle announced, managing to erase her deep blush to a minimum during their trip. She was ready to renew her impression in his mind. After all, who wanted the great Nicholas Kaffro to remember them as a total moron? Unfortunately, Diamond always had this precognitive judgment. Very few were worth his reconsideration.
"Thank you Linda" he replied with one of his charming smiles that made even an old woman's heart jump trice its normal rate. Unfortunately, that smile was not preserved for her.
The old lady nodded dumbfoundedly in response, not trusting her words to come out in coherence. She left him with two of his "employees", as requested earlier. Nicholas Kaffro was definitely a very secretive man, but none the less, it saved her from further embarrassment. Upon climbing up the back stage, she glanced one last time at possibly the most desirable male that God had left upon this earth. She did not even bother correcting him of her name. It was Lona...not Linda.
"I trust that everything is in order Rubeus?" inquired Diamond with a satisfied grin. He knew it was.
"Everything on plan boss" the smirking man with flaming strands replied. "Everything is indeed in order."
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A riot of shouts and shuffling assaulted my ears upon entering the designated room that was allowed the opportunity to be graced with Nicholas Kaffro's presence. Excitement was clearly the central atmosphere as students shoved past each other in order to get the front seat. The cheerleaders, of course, where front and dead center. No surprise since Beryl practically threatened anyone that stood in her way. Now she sat there with her legs crossed and her breasts clearly showing. Her already short skirt had ridden up to her thighs and a visible smirk of confidence was on her face. I love it when people show false hope.
My humble friends and I had at last settled ourselves comfortably in the middle row. We may very well be the only trio of the female species within this room that was not dying to meet this multi-billionaire. I glanced over at Darien in the back row, chatting away with his buddies. Boredom was clearly evident in his handsome features and a smile graced his sweet lips as he spotted me staring at him. So what, I am not allowed to stare at the guy I'm dating?..well.sort of dating..
"So how long do you think it'll take Beryl to make her move?" challenged Lita with a grin of amusement. The only reason for her being in school today was purely based on Beryl.
"I'd say twenty minutes into Kaffro's speech" stated Ami, glancing in Beryl's direction for a confirmation.
"No way!" I objected. "I know that she is stupid and all, but even someone with her brains would know to play it cool with someone like Kaffro. After all, I'm sure she knows that he can get as many women as he wants without lowering himself to the status of dating minors." As soon as I spoke the words 'dating minors', a pang of guilt hit me. After all, was I not dating Seiya Kou, a 25-year-old, just a month ago? Guilt..certainly a rare emotion for me.
"You know it and I know it, but I'm willing to bet that she sure as hell doesn't" smirked Lita, fully showing her opinion of how completely moronic Beryl really was. In a way, it was kind of true. Little Miss Popular was probably so self-absorbed that she had failed to notice that the world just doesn't gravel at her feet.
"Well, here is our opportunity to find out" announced Amy with a deep mischievous grin that was completely out of her character. Certainly a Kodak Moment.
The heavy crimson curtains suddenly parted, revealing the petite and shrivel form of our dear beloved principal in the middle of the stage. Great. She'll probably give us a pre-pep talk about how important this is for our future again. Translation: how the rise or fall of this school all depends upon or behavior and the impression left on Mr. Kaffro. If we are successful in winning his approval, then this shit school might get the funding it has been denied by the city of Tokyo.
To summarize: we are trying to impress Kaffro to pine money form him. We really do have a wonderful administrative staff.
"Attention!" she commanded in her usually stern voice, except this time it has lost a lot of its edge. Maybe not being the most authoritative person in this building had been a huge damage to her self-esteem. However, nonetheless, students still immediately shut down their temporary conversation to give the old hag their full attention.
"As you all know, Mr. Kaffro has granted us the honor of his presence today. Once again, I remind you that he has done this completely out of his personal desire, so he would appreciate your full attention. No nonsense shall occur today, and anyone who dares to disobey WILL answer to ME! Now, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present you Mr. Nicholas Kaffro!"
Upon her carried announcement, I young man dressed in a rather informal attire stepped onto the stage. He had shinning white hair with a tint of blue and a smile that could shame Adonis himself. Although wearing a simple white shirt and black pants could make any guy look ordinary, he was anything but ordinary.
I heard the sudden gasp befalling upon the student body. I saw the look of amazement and wonder through their shinning orbs. Even the great Darien Shields was befuddled with surprise. I observe the deep mesmerized look of both Lita and Ami beside me as their eyes were glued to this mysterious face. I was confused at their look of astonishment. What was so special about this business typhoon? I nudged Lita, but no response came. She was hypnotized by his sight.
At last getting impatient, I slowly took my thick glasses off in the frightening silence. Slowly, adjusting my sight without the heavy shields, I focused my gaze upon the man standing with the confidence of a god upon the stage.
I squinted and leaned forward to get a better look at this so-called "wonder." A familiar face met my sight. The face I had hoped not to encounter within the next decade.
The face of none other than Diamond La Femme himself.
Suddenly, his deep violet orbs scanned the mass and landed upon me. Like the first time, I was mesmerized by his hypnotic gaze. However, a large wave of panic hit me as realization dawned. He was looking straight at me with the utmost confidence. A slow lazy smile stretched across his perfect complexion.
At last, he has found me.
AN: Guys, I am truly hoping that you would find the time to read my other story, "Empty Darkness" and tell me your opinion. I'm getting a very low response and I am starting to have second thoughts about its continuation. I know that I should probably add more chapters in, but just tell me how it is so far! Thanks!
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!