Duh-huhh… I see… Yes… I know that my name is not drool Monkey, but I can say that if I want cuz… I am a drool Monkey!!! Oh… Yeah… I know I don't own them… Beep
By: Uhhh… Drool Monkey?
Hate me, Love me, Accuse me and die!
Chapter 2: Hoshinawa
Hello, I'm Hoshinawa Kushrenada… I'm sure Namaiou already explained our morning, so I'll explain a little more of it.
In the middle of math class, Namaiou naturally was asleep. We both knew this stuff… After all… You have to be good in the math and other stuff they teach here when it comes to some of the things we have to deal with. Come to think of it, we have to be pretty smart to deal with the engineering and decoding we do. Namaiou loves customizing her own stuff… She customized the… I mean her motorcycle that we rode this morning… We have to do a lot of different thing.
"Namaiou…" I whispered. Amazingly, she awoke… Usually she's face first in a puddle of her own drool, knocked out completely… And sometimes I swear she temporally keels over. For example, this morning it took me five buckets of ice water, three of those bull horns, half an hour of tickling, and another half an hour of threatening to eat her and then destroy all her of cars and motorcycle… That last one woke her up. She's so stubborn it's scary.
"What Hoshi… Are they attacking," she asked groggily as she looked around. She looked to me and I shook my head slowly.
"Miss Aikaiden… How about you stay focused on the lesson, instead of your dream world," the teacher said as she pointed to the book, "if I find you asleep again you can catch up on your beauty sleep in detention."
"Yeah sorry," Namaiou waved her hand and opened her textbook. "Already know that… And that," she said as she held her head up with her palm… She yawned widely. She looked to me and I nodded in agreement. "She's most likely gonna ask for number six… You want to do the honors," Namaiou whispered.
"No… I insist that you do the honors," I said as I looked to her.
"No, no… You answer it ma'am," she insisted.
"I cannot… it is your turn to show your stuff," I explained.
"No, no… I am not worthy," she explained.
"Ladies first," I said.
"All the more reason for you to answer, Malady," she said as she turned away.
"Very well… I will answer," I sighed.
"No… I am," Namaiou said as she looked at me.
"But I just said I wanted to answer… You're weird Namaiou," I said as I blinked for a few moments. She looked at me, smiled, and nodded.
Little did we know, the teacher had already asked the question during our arguments. "Huh… Oh! Ms. Kanaka… What was the question," I asked as I raised my hand.
"Ms. Kushrenada… If you and Aikaiden had been paying attention, you'd know… The question is…" she started, but was interrupted.
"I am sorry we're late, Ms. Kanaka," a blue haired boy said as he handed her a piece of paper.
"That is okay… Just take your seat," she said, "where is your companion?"
"Huh… Well he was right behind me… Er, he's behind you," he explained as he pointed.
"Oh…" she said as she turned.
There a blonde stood calmly. He handed her a paper and took his seat, which was behind Namaiou… Who was once again asleep… Wait she's asleep again… Oh man!
"Namaiou… Wake up… It's been two minutes and you're already asleep," I whispered nervously.
"Huh… I'm awake," she said as she sat up straight. "why do you always assume I'm asleep," she asked.
"Because you are! Everyday at our old school you fell asleep," I explained. She smiled to me cheesily. "What," I asked as I looked around. She shook her head and looked forward.
"Okay… I was saying… Page 20, number 12," Ms. Kanaka explained. Namaiou and I turned to the correct page and looked, but when we went to put our hands up, Ms. Kanaka was already calling on the blue haired one.
"What," we said, "oh well…"
"Wow… You broke your last record of two seconds," Ms. Kanaka smiled to him. He nodded and smiled.
"52," he answered as he looked back to the book.
"Correct," she said. "Would you like to come up and explained how you got the answer," she said as she pointed to the board. He nodded and went to the front, where he showed how to do the problem step by step. "I couldn't have explained it any better… Thank you," she said happily.
"Wow… I already know that," Namaiou whispered to me. I nodded in agreement.
"Do you have something to share with the class… Hoshinawa… Namaiou," she question.
"Huh… Oh we were just talking about how informative Blue was," Namaiou answered for us.
"Well… That's amazing… I could hardly tell you were listening while you were chatting away… How about this… Why don't you come up here and show us what you've learned and see how much of that information got into your mind," she said sternly as she crossed her arms.
"Sorry… I'm not in the mood anymore," Namaiou said as she closed her eyes.
"Now Ms. Aikaiden… Or I'll send you to the principal's for disobedience," Ms. Kanaka shouted.
"Fine… Whatever!!! Just stop calling me MISS and by my LAST NAME… My name is Namaiou…" she said sternly as she got up and walked to the front… "what problem," she asked.
The teacher pointed to the question. "158," Namaiou said instantly. The teacher blinked… Along with the rest of the class.
"Well it seems you're good in math," the teacher said nervously.
"Hoshinawa is better… I just like to fight," she said as she sat.
The class looked to us. "Wow… And here I thought she was a dipstick…" one boy said, "but… she's just another nerd… I bet she was lying when she said she likes to fight… She probably a wuss like Blue Boy Hashiba… Hahahah!"
His friends around him began to snicker.
"Would you like to try me…" Namaiou said as she appeared behind him.
"H-how did you," she started.
"DO YOU," she asked as she glared.
"I don't hurt girls," he said.
"A pitiful excuse for a pitiful person," Namaiou rolled her eyes.
"Fine… I'll show you then," he said. His friends all began to snicker again… "In the old warehouse behind the school… After classes," he set the time.
"Very well," she smiled.
"There's a fight," everyone whispered.
"This will be a private one," he said.
"I like to know the name of the people I senselessly beat the crap out of," Namaiou smiled.
"Just call me Perj," he said.
"What's going on," the teacher asked.
"Oh… Just explaining how to do this problem," Namaiou explained as she looked to her. The teacher nodded and let them finish the lessons.
Yes… Namaiou got into another fight… This time I'm not gonna get daddy to get her out of Juvenile hall… or Juvenile Detention as they call it here. At our old school she got in a fight with some other girls and soon she went at it with a teacher. But… I wouldn't have blamed her… He touched her where she doesn't like to be touched, which is everywhere. But he touched her butt and her chest then had the nerve to say it was an accident… I was watching the whole time.
Needless to say, Namaiou beat the stuffing out of him… and he lost his job and teaching license after she told them of the unwanted contact. She still went to Juvenile Hall, but daddy got her out… He couldn't lose his best bodyguard for his daughter.
We went to our next class, which was English… Er, Japanese class… We were in America at our old school. Namaiou is most likely going to be in Juvenile Detention this afternoon… Well if they catch her… I mean she's pretty elusive.
The teacher assigned us to our seats. The same to guys who had entered late earlier on entered behind us. Wow… what a coincidence, but then another entered behind them. He sat next to Namaiou, but turned to the blonde and "Blue"… As Namaiou will probably now call him. I think I heard their real names… The blonde was "Sage" and the blue haired one was "Rowen"… He looked familiar… And his name was too… It was really odd.
"Okay class… We have an essay that we were supposed to do yesterday," the teacher explained.
"Oh yay…" the class mumbled, including Namaiou. I smiled to her and shook my head.
"Ryo… Can you collect all of the booklets on top of the desks for me… How about you help too… Namaiou," the teacher said as he pointed to the guy who was talking to Sage and Rowen…
"Uh… okay," Namaiou said. She got up with Ryo and they collected them. They put them in the back of the room, without saying a word to each other.
So his name is Ryo… Interesting… And why do I have a fascination on these guys… I'm acting like Namaiou, except when she fascinates on someone or something… She fascinates… And obsesses, but that's only happened two times… And it was towards a singer and a guitar player.
We got out whatever we needed. "Okay… The topic… Your ideas on war," the teacher said, "what do you think runs through a soldier's mind as they get ready for an attack or what would you feel… Whatever comes to mind…"
This was probably the perfect topic for Namaiou since she has already been in war… Keep in mind though that she was not a soldier… She was there when the base was attacked… She just jumped on into the Mobile suit and started to pilot it. She won the battle for the base. Remember to never call her a soldier… She hates that so much… She says she's a warrior… That she does not follow anyone… She's so prideful.
A few minutes later, we were both up there turning our papers in, after us was Rowen and then Sage. Everyone seemed astounded that Namaiou and I got up before Rowen. We found out later that Rowen was like the smartest person in the school and that he usually finishes first.
I really don't like writing… I'd rather paint a story out… I love art and drawing… Anything that has to do with painting and drawing and uh… Art.
The next two classes were Art for me and Choir for Namaiou… Her brother suggested that and then it was History… Completely uneventful… And then came lunch.
We sat under a tree and I pulled our lunches out. I'm so happy that I came with her… I hate the idea of her sitting at a school table all alone… and then getting into a fight… And seriously hurting someone… I guess she protects me physically and I protect her… I protect her from herself… She'll fight herself into a failure… Or prison and one day she'll come across someone stronger than her and she could get seriously hurt… or worse.
We started to eat when we heard a loud booming laugh. We stood and walked back a bit to see a bunch of people accumulating around two boys… One was a big guy and the other had a hard look on his face at the moment, but it was obvious that he had a kinder, softer face… And that he usually doesn't get mad.
"Brent… Will you please just give me my bag back," he said, he had a British accent and a gentle voice, even when mad… Namaiou told me to watch the lunches as she went to go check it out.
Naturally, when she says she's going to check it out, she's really going to see how she can take part in the fight. "Namaiou… No bullying," I reminded her.
"Oh Hoshi… I'm just going to help… It's not bullying," she smiled… I guess she was right… "Hey bullying and helping are two different things," she looked to my suspicious gaze.
"Fine… whatever," I said. She smiled and looked over toward the little squabble.
Uh yeah… Hoshinawa sure is talkative… Thankfully, she says everything in her mind!!! I'm sure Namaiou would probably freak out if she had told a lot of people these things! Oh well…