Thanks for the luck! And yup… I will need it! And… I got the outfit! YAY! (That outfit is known as 'the outfit', just like Ryu is known as 'the hair' sometimes…)
Mask… are you feeling okay? –feels forehead anxiously- I think you have a fever or something… has to be SOMETHING… lol!
I am mean to him sometimes, huh? Ah well, it could be worse… and I wouldn't say five minutes, maybe… ten…
Well… I can't say a lot because Ryu-in-poster is staring at me… it's rather unnerving!
Okay, we're better now. Thankyou all for reviewing, as always, but you guys know you're wonderful. Wow, the big chapter 8-0. Wowies. Look at the hair go! Woo hoo!
"Monday mornings are the arse of the week," she muttered, blindly groping around for the hairdryer, buried somewhere under rubble consisting primarily of toothpaste tubes and various hair products.
"Is that so?" Hayate's scarily alert and awake voice drifted from around the door. "If Monday is the arse, then what's the, err, products of aforementioned body part?"
"Hayate, shut the hell up," she muttered, finally locating the hairdryer. "You sick bastard,"
"Anyone in the bathroom?" Kasumi piped up, sounding as tired as she herself felt.
"No, I'm talking to the door," Hayate responded sarcastically. "For my health,"
Footsteps went down the stairs grumpily.
"She's awake and cheerful," Hayate observed mildly.
"Look, buster. Are you asking to get this hairdryer up your arse? Try working out what a hairdryer is in the scheme of things,"
"Probably Thursday…"
"Good morning, Genra!"
She hadn't been expecting to see him there. But there he was, smiling at her. "Morning, Ayane. Sleep well?"
"Yeah, decently," She came down and sat next to him. "What brings you here at this indecent hour of the morning?"
Genra paused in the process of spooning cereal into his mouth. "Just to discuss a few things. Nothing remotely interesting, let me assure you,"
"Fine, fine…" she reached across for the box of cereal, pouring some into her own bowl. "You can't take me in, by any chance, yet?"
"Not happening, Ayane," her 'father's voice sounded from across the room.
"Not happening my arse. Can you take me in yet?"
"Ayane, I can't go against your parents' wishes,"
She slammed her spoon down on the table. "He's not my father, he's just my step-father, hence he has no say in it. Excluding the whole permission thing. Do you have room for me?"
Genra shook his head slowly. "Can barely survive myself. On average, I eat half a meal a day. You wouldn't survive a minute,"
"Are you saying that I permanently stuff my face or something?" she questioned grumpily.
Genra was back to his usual friendly self.
"Something like that,"
Yes. Off to the counsellor again. I can hardly contain my excitement.
Ryu set off at a slow pace. As much as he didn't want to do this, he had to.
"Hey, faggot!"
He turned to see Leon and Bayman.
"And good morning to you too," he greeted mildly.
"You still rooting that slut?"
Slut? They mean Ayane? "You should get your facts correct before you ask redundant questions, gentlemen. Sexual intercourse implies that there is some sort of a relationship occurring, unless one has to resort to prostitution, something to which I am sure that you are both familiar. However, I regret to inform you that as of now, nothing of the sort has taken place. Do you commonly go around asking people about their sexual lives because yours are so lacking?"
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Bayman stepped forward, but Leon stopped him.
"So you're back to that little fag friend of yours? Hayate?"
Hayate? Does he even still constitute as a friend? "No. He's free and single. Maybe he is more to your liking?"
"Maybe you're just a fucking idiot!" Bayman exclaimed loudly.
He resisted the urge to sigh aloud.
"Yes, maybe,"
I'm not really in the mood to argue with them. But I'm not really in the mood to stand passively by and let them insult me, either.
"Well, there you go. We have one thing settled,"
"Indeed," he turned to go, but something stopped him from walking.
Something didn't feel quite right. He ducked.
His head narrowly missed being hit with a small chunk of cement.
Not in the mood, not in the mood…
He turned back to glare at them.
"So? What you gonna do, faggot? Give us detention?" Leon was standing there haughtily, arms folded across a massive chest.
"No,"
He walked closer.
"I'm going to pound your stupid heads in,"
Unfortunately for both him and Leon and Bayman, a teacher came up, sensing trouble.
"What are you three up to? No good, I assume. Get to class, the lot of you,"
"Some example you're setting," Leon added innocently.
He gritted his teeth, and as soon as the teacher had gone, went up to Leon. Despite the obvious height difference, he managed to stare down the taller teenager.
"Next time. Be grateful you got off,"
"You're kidding, right? Me and Leon could fucking smash you,"
Resisting the urge to point out the bad grammar, he simply responded with a wave of the hand and walked off, quickly enough to avoid any potential cement-throwing.
"How are you doing in school?"
"Fine,"
How much longer of this? Good god, I've only been here five minutes.
"Anything not fine?"
"No,"
"Tell me a bit about school life. What's happening there?"
He exhaled deeply. "You are as capable of finding out as I. You are currently at the same school as me, are you not?"
The counsellor sighed. "Ryu, you could at least try and be hospitable,"
Perhaps. Distantly, I feel a bit guilty being so rude to her. But at least my message is getting across. "Forgive me. For some odd reason, I feel uncomfortable discussing my personal life with complete strangers. Must be my personality trait or something,"
"Now you're just being rude. You could get a detention for that,"
"And you are a counsellor, correct? Are you not supposed to be helping me with problems, not giving me more?"
"You are impossible!" The first traces of anger appeared on the counsellor's face. "That and you are not giving me the opportunity to help you, due to your bad attitude and rudeness! I couldn't help you even if I tried!"
"So now I am impossible, I have a bad attitude, I'm rude and I'm a lost cause. Seems to be slightly detrimental for the self-esteem levels,"
"Get out of here, Ryu,"
She pointed to the door. He happily left.