First things first: I am losing my touch! –Sniffle- But here's another chapter anyway.
Second things second: Tee hee! This site… Scandinavian! –Snigger-
Third: Shameless plug time! I'm posting another story up (yes, another…) revolving around Ayane, for those Ayane fans out there, if you're interested. If not, then ignore my beautiful shameless plug…
Fourth: Maybe this would explain Ryu's odd behaviour…?
Anyway, until next time!
"Never thought you would be so useful."
The man standing in front of him gave a throaty chuckle, blowing smoke in his face. "My, my, my. How different from the faggot we used to know."
"Don't make me hurt you," he warned.
Black beady eyes stared at him reproachfully. "You want this, don't you?"
He folded his arms across his chest. "Look, Bayman, to put this in the vernacular, I am the one paying you. So cut the crap and just give them to me, damn it."
Bayman laughed again, taking another drag of the cigarette. "Leon would have a field day if he knew, but you are paying me, I suppose. Here you go."
He snatched the box out of the taller man's hand. "Thankyou."
Emerald eyes stared at the box almost longingly. Finally. Something to help me survive this rotten year. He shook his head, to clear his thoughts, before opening the box and looking at the tablets thoughtfully. They look different. No matter. They should be the same.
Happy new school year.
Ayane rubbed her hands together, wrapping her scarf around her neck. Considering it was so early in the year, it was freezing! Damn cold weather! I hate it! Lucky Hayate got to jet off and find decent weather. That whole year for me was full of the shit weather, almost as if Hayate took the good stuff with him! Summer wasn't even hot. And it's freezing now.
Rummaging in her pocket, she pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Now I am officially allowed to smoke without anyone being able to do a thing about it. It's great!
Err, not that I gave a shit whether they tried doing anything about it beforehand. But even still. It's nice to not get nagged constantly because now they can do shit all.
As she walked down the corridor leading outside, she heard several girls talking and giggling together about something.
Déjà vu. She noted as she guessed what, or who, they were talking about.
"There are two new guys, young ones. But they are like, so hot!"
"Only freshmen and they're that hot? Why couldn't our year have had any spunks like that?"
"Did you see their hair? Like, how cool was it? So now! All long and everything! They pulled it off without looking, you know, hippy-ish and everything. It's really hot."
A blonde that reminded her suspiciously of Helena spoke. "It is very stylish."
Hayabusa is here too? She wondered with some consternation. Oh well, it shouldn't make a difference whether or not he is. There's probably some other hot guy around here.
Wait, who am I trying to kid? Girls go all ditzy like that around my brother and his best friend, it's a given. So it could as easily be them. And how many other guys do I know that have long hair? Uh, let's see… none?
How long has it been since I've seen Hayabusa last? Ages. A year. Wow. Been a while.
Double take. Is that bitch actually Helena?
She stared back. Shit. It is. Happy joy, just another way to ruin this already dodgy year. What are the odds of her taking a year's off as well? Or maybe she didn't. Either way… shit.
"Hey hey, sweet chickies!"
Raising an eyebrow at the voice, she turned to see where it had come from. All the girls stopped their chatter and wrinkled their noses in disgust.
"Zack. Go away."
Oh my god. No way. What the hell is he doing in uni? I thought he would be like, dead now or something. But no, he's still here. Zack and his horrible hair. Great.
"Would ya look at that? It's Ay!"
Shit. He had noticed her. "Fuck off, Zack."
Helena turned at the sound of her speaking. "Oh, look. We have the public school trash in a university. I'm surprised you got this far, Ayane. So, what are you studying? How to sleep with fifty men in less then ten days? I doubt you need lessons on that."
"Look, bitch. You have approximately five seconds to go before I shove this cigarette up your arse. Got it?"
Helena stared unblinkingly at her with aqua eyes. "See what I mean, girls? Trash."
"Where's Leifang?" One of the girls she didn't know asked.
Damn it all! Looks like everybody's here, pretty much. Maybe Tina and Hitomi are around here somewhere, too. I wonder why those sluts are hanging around with second-years. Probably because nobody else can stomach them.
"Five. Four. Three. Two…"
Helena stayed staring at her.
"Alright. Suit yourself," With three strides, she had walked over and calmly stuck her cigarette in the French girl's hair.
