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Ika Kirani swept past the row of lockers, fussily fixing her hair. School today would be boring again as usual. She really ought to have gone to a private school where they've got swimming pools and tennis courts and posh golf clubs. It'd definitely be better than some drab of a school where the pipes are all rusting.
Her followers were faithfully behind her, carrying her books, her umbrella, her make-up bag, her spare clothes, her files, her test papers, her drink, her lunch and her paper clip. All of them were dressed like failed attempts to look like her.
If she had gone to a private school, she'd be around better girls who were more or less her status. And surely there would be more good-looking guys there too. Who knows? Maybe one who could rival Rukawa.
Reaching her locker, Ika waited for one of the girls to hand over her locker key. She lazily opened it and at once, a foul stench filled the air. Everybody around two metre radius were already gagging and desperately holding back from vomiting.
"What is deeez-" Ika screeched, fingers delicately pinching her nose. At the bottom of her locker lay a bundle of wet, smelly and what looked to be fresh dog poo. "Eeeeeeewww! GROSS!"
There was a note next to the awful present. 'A stinking digestive remnants to match your stinking heart. Enjoy!'
As commotion went underway and a screaming Ika ordered somebody to clean the mess up, a locker at the end of the room clicked shut.
With a small smile, Akima hefted her textbooks on her left arm and made her way to her class. As she passed down the hallway, somebody joined her, easily matching her wide strides.
"Stop trying to look innocent," Kaede muttered dryly.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Akima sniffed, insulted.
"I don't think MJ would be too pleased to find you've stolen his assets. You shouldn't use MJ like that. He's just a dog."
"Right, what'll MJ do with his poop anyway? Bake a cake?"
Kaede shifted his empty school bag. "Revenge, Akima?"
Akima sniffed again. "I don't do revenge," she said airily, and then smiled impishly. "That was just a greeting from me to celebrate my comeback."
Kaede snorted. "I bet."
"I've prepared some 'good mornings' and 'good afternoons' and 'good evenings' for her too."
He could only shake his head. "I bet." He said again.
(On the other side of town)
Akira pushed upon the front door of his apartment – his apartment, he thought gleefully – and stepped out. Then his feet caught on something and he tripped, zooming down head–first to the floor with as much grace as a bear on a tightrope.
"Just when I was about to present myself to the university basketball coach as a lithe, swift and refined young man," he muttered to himself. "Akima must have left one of her fussy teddy bears around again – dunno what she sees in them …"
His voice trailed off at the sight of a box of chocolates crushed against his knee.
Picking up a smeared note, he read the message:
To Akira. Happy Birthday!
Eh? Akira scratched his head. His birthday was yesterday. Probably from Koshino. That guy was always forgetting people's birthdays and death days.
But chocolates? Koshino?
Was his best friend attempting to court him?
Akira scrutinized the note again.
Love, Suki.
His face paled. "OH NO!"
Urm, this is actually the end.
……………
That's okay, right?
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