Disclaimer: Sailormoon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.
Chapter 1: Outburst
Kanashii groaned inwardly when the bell rung, signaling the end of lessons for the day. She quickly gathered her books and rushed out of class, hoping that she wound make it out of school before they caught up with her. Only eight meters from the exit… seven… six… A hand grabbed her by the collar and slammed her on the wall.
"Where do you think you're going Sumairu?"
'There we go again.' she thought bitterly.
"I asked you something bitch, where do you think you're going?"
The girl didn't answer. She just looked at the people surrounding her, knowing all too well what would happen next. They would yell, beat her, order her to stay out of their way or else etc. She had got used to it. Almost.
'But' a small voice told her 'you don't get in their way. They get in yours because you're so easy to pick on. You're so quiet. You rarely speak, you don't fight back, you just let them get away with everything. Doesn't any of this bother you?'
'I just don't feel like fighting.' she protested. 'What's the point anyway?'
'They would leave you alone that's the point! But will you do it? Oh no. Because you never face your problems. All you ever do is run away.'
'Shut up.' She could no longer see or hear her bullies. All she could hear was that voice.
'Look around you. Everyone can see what's going on but no one will help you. No one ever comes close to you because you're their favorite victim and no one wants to risk becoming a target too. No one is your friend. No one cares about you. Not even yourself. You are pathetic.'
'Shut up!' all she could see was red.
'We're getting mad now? So what will you do about it LITTLE girl? Go on, run away like you always do. Find another lame excuse to explain your bruises at home. That's all you're good at anyway…'
"SHUT UP!"
Kanashii clenched her fists and swung forward, taking the bullies completely by surprise.
"What the fuck!"
She felt the grip on her collar loosening as the girl holding her stumbled backwards and she kicked her at the knee, sending her crashing to the ground.
"Who's the weak one now?" she snarled. Not waiting for an answer she lunged at the others.
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"…an outrage! Beating up four of your fellow students like that! You have always been a model student in terms of behavior and suddenly this? What were you thinking? Such actions are not tolerated in our school!
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Miss Sumairu, are you listening to me?"
The girl nodded wordlessly.
'Yada, yada, just stop it already! You're giving me a headache!'
"You will be expelled for three days. I would advise you to control your temper from now on. Otherwise you might find yourself expelled again. Permanently. Your parents have already been notified of this incident. That would be all miss Sumairu."
As she was leaving the principal's office Kanashii couldn't help but smile. Having beaten up those girls simply felt good.
'I still can't believe I pulled it off.' She thought. 'Funny, I've never been in a fist-fight before but somehow I just knew what to do, how to do it and when to do it. It felt as if somehow I knew that they didn't stand a chance… Must have been all the bottled up anger. Or something. Hope my parents won't throw a fit.'
They didn't. Actually that was one of the things Kanashii really liked about her parents. They rarely got angry and always kept an open mind. Even when they would punish her.
"Why didn't you ever tell us that you were being bullied Kanashii-chan?" asked her mother after they had heard her version of the story. "All those years that you would come home cut and bruised and say that you got hurt at physical education… We would have understood!"
"I know okaa-san." She replied "I didn't want to burden you with this. I wanted to deal with this on my own."
"Oh you dealt with it all right" laughed her father "and from what your principal said you were pretty heavy-handed about it too."
"Kenshi!" scolded her mother. "This isn't laughing stock!"
She turned to her daughter, trying in vain to maintain a serious expression.
"What do you have to say for yourself young lady?"
"Gomen okaa-san, otoo-san. I will not get into fights in the future and I will not hide such things from you again. But those girls got what they deserved."
Sumairu Juki smiled at her daughter.
"Hai, they did. But that won't save you from getting grounded! Go to your room and think about what you have done."
Kanashii smiled back and obediently went to her room.
'Trust my mother to agree with you that someone deserved getting beaten then punish you for misbehaving.' She thought, absent-mindedly combing her auburn hair with her fingers. She glanced at the mirror.
'Way past the shoulders. So not my style. Why did I let them grow so much anyway? Short is more practical.'
Grasping a pair of scissors she started cutting.
'There. That's more like it.' She paused to examine her handiwork, a slight frown forming on her face. 'Where did the 'not my style' part come from? And why the hell did I just chop my hair off? I've always worn it long, I like it that way. Or used to like it? Arg! Today must have taken its toll on me. I can't think straight… At least the new hairdo looks good. Guess I've got a hand for it… Makes the stupid glasses look better too. Does it also match today's attitude swing or am I just hallucinating?'
Her mother's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Dinner's ready!"
A small gasp greeted her as she entered the kitchen.
"Kanashii-chan! What did you do to your hair?"
"I cut it."
"We can see that dear." Her mother eyed her suspiciously. "Did you hit your head during the fight or something?"
"Okaa-san…"
"We thought you liked it long." Said her father.
"I did like it long. I just figured that after today's incident I needed a change in looks."
"Riight." The answer didn't seem to fully satisfy them but they didn't press her. "Any other surprises you have in store for us dear?" asked her mother.
"Actually yes, I have one more." The girl took a deep breath. "Okaa-san, otoo-san… I want to change school."
Author's Notes: " " for dialogue, ' ' for thoughts and OOO to seperate parts of the story when needed. Second fic up and running, anxiety hitting red… So please review and put me out of my misery. As always flames, comments, suggestions, anything you might wish to say is welcome at sorceress2192yahoo.gr.
