FREAK ON THE LEASH...
--Female Hitokiri Battousai
--R- rated for mature themes and language.
--Based under the neglected fic: Power of Love (Remake)
Synopsis: The sweetest flower that blows, I give to him as we part, for him it is a black rose, for me it is my heart.
(Internal synopsis: Kamiya Kaoru, a typical Ms. Goodie-goodie, assigned herself a psychology project, one in which it meant to rehabilitate the mind of the school's worst bad-boy punk, Kenshin Himura. Problem is, when the project is over, does that mean the emotions built are over as well?)
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-- Chapter 2- The unconventional meeting
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Tuesday 12th
A SAFE SCHOOL
For everyone's safety
REPORT WEAPONS ON CAMPUS
Any persons caught on campus grounds with weapons will be arrested and suspended.
I walk into campus seeing the same sign I saw yesterday. Some of my friends laugh at the sign, I however thought differently;
Campus is dangerous…
Everybody walks around with weapons in their pockets. Those in which are reported everyday.
Some fool does drugs, the other follows. Every day cigarettes, drugs, cards and alcohol are taken away.
People walk around cool, pretending as if it never happened. For a prestige school there's nothing prestige about jacking up a girl in the washroom or getting arrested for serious school fights. There is nothing cool about looking like an ass drop from the Center of Rejects. Sometimes I have to reassure myself is this Japan? Is this the prestige school mom dubbed about since I dunno- birth? Sometimes things are more contrary than how they seem.
Teenage girls line the walls of the school, their cold eyes following you. Some of them are sick, while others just need a life. Typically most people at this college needed a life.
If you thought the world was nasty, then check this school out. Some girls go with a guy every single day of their lives. While others profession in being shit. Girls here range from nerd to beast, to hottie to ugly.
My institution, one of the most scholarly schools in Japan, seems to be a waste of time to anyone. I mean it's not like I don't get fed-up of this, and believe me I do, its just everybody are such –freaks. Yeah that's it. Freaks. Nobody believes in school rules and building up to the school's prestige name. Like hello am I the only selfless and caring person who believes in this school's standard and heritage of being 'prestigious?'
Well kill me for being bad!
--School bell rings—
Ahh! The school bell, a bell which says good morning Mathematics, or hello Spanish and French Orals. Personally I love school, I love everything about school, but I especially love a new term. I love the smell of new pages, and the taste of rubber behind the pencil. I love the colour of fancy inked pens and I especially adore my uniform. If its anything I'm grateful for is new stationary when the new term starts, and trust me I get a lot of that when the new term hits into full swing.
Walking through the pushing crowd of females, I burst free from the thronging crowd.
"Damn…" I swore, heeding to my first class. Psychology.
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Eyes of gold watch through the curtain of red hair that falls into his eyes.
'I wish they could feel the pain inside of me…' he walked through the heavy crowd of teenagers who stared back at him. Relentless of what, this was what he faced everyday of his young life.
'Freaks' he thought feeling like an outcast as they watched back at him with every hint of possible contempt.
'Inside where do I begin to explain what these punks do to me. Nobody will ever shut them up from their rude stares…wouldn't they get a hint already?' he persisted through the crowd.
"Mr. Himura, Mr. Yukishiro, Mr. Sagara and Mr. Chou you are wanted in the principal's office. Now" the sound of a female voice on the microphones system alerted. Everyone body from the Girls college to their college could hear the voice of the secretary.
'Oh great, another day of blissful torture. And to think I don't get enough of this shit' he thought to himself as he walked around the corner.
To Kenshin what people did just had to stop.
Everyday the same thing happened. Everybody looks at him, and again something is taken from him. Secrets that make him this way are suddenly revealed when they look at him with such faces—such stares. Wounds that never heal are always on the surface ripping open from humanity's coldness, ill acceptance.
Tired of trusting in people's hope one in which he could never have, he asked himself did it even exist? Numb from what this world has done, Kenshin vowed to dip his soul one step closer to hell. Raped from his virgin thoughts, taunted from people he called classmates, just known as a freak-'what the hell is this all about---?' he asked.
Battousai as was termed around the school was a young boy who seem to possess all the wrong qualities any parents could want. His parents however, loved him with everything they had. A pity time chose to be cruel, taking their lives to its end. A cold residue of mixed emotions in pain and hate swept over him. Sometimes he wished he didn't know if they lived or die because regardless what, he would always hurt them.
"Hey Himura, in trouble again?" asked a boy who was crowded around some of the smartest boys in school.
Kenshin snorted. "Suck some shit Brent" Kenshin walked past the somewhat goodie-goodie on the campus grounds.
To Kenshin Goodie-goodies deserve to die. And that doesn't go for one or two of them, in fact that goes for all of them. Bastards, scowled Kenshin. They're all so egotistical and that makes them shit.
Kenshin made a detour, not too particular on heading to the principal's office in such a hurry. To Kenshin it couldn't be too bad, but gathering his whole squad was called, he figured it was still alarming. Maybe the principal found out he was the one who was vandalizing the back of the school with foul coarse words.
Maybe, it was that. Then again it could be anything, since those teachers found every single reason to report him. Missing class, chewing gum, smoking, drinking, gambling and so on. The list basically could go on and on, but that's about all he could take right now. His brain hurt and he was a bit tired from all that shouting and cursing the night before. Being as brilliant as he was, he figured taking a quick pull behind the school would soothe his tense senses.
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'Psychology. Nobody really got the subject, in fact the teachers were planning to take the subject off the syllabus in replacement for Cultural Arts. Whatever that is!
Psychology. I shouldn't be grimacing, but I am. According to the bigger students, nobody ever passed the subject. It usually meant you had to work really hard since there were tons of examinations which take up half of your final mark.
I bit the insides of my mouth knowing that I'd probably get an F and never go to a good university. I hate feeling so worthless sometimes, sometimes I can't help it though, and I blame it entirely on school.
--sighs—
Aghh! I hate to sigh, yet I always seem to do it! Ohh would this world come to an end already?
As if it will!
I enter the psychology lab, a teacher sitting in her seat, browsing through some papers. I peered at the classroom. Damn, the class. It's really spooky when you consider I'm the only student in the class!
And I repeat, ONLY!
I take a seat in one of the chairs to the far West of the classroom, I look out the window biting my lips in a very nervous manner. Most of my thoughts were just visions of failing this class. No one in the history of our dainty little school has ever passed Psychology, a bit awkward for one of the most 'brilliant' schools in Japan, but say what, I'm not the one to say.
"Ahh. Ms. Kamiya-san. Good-morning." The teacher looked up from the piles of papers. Her young face stressed with sags and barely visible wrinkles. And imagine, I'm seeing all of this right as she speaks. I must have really good eyes!
"Ah—, yes, good morning" I must have sounded so lame. Just great. What a corny expression to start off with. And to think I'm supposed to be the school's fifth smartest brain.
"I'm Dr. Sakada Jinya. I'll be your Psychology teacher for this semester. Okay?" she asked, giving a look of reassurance.
I nodded a bit uneasily. It's not like this is all new, okay, yes it's all new, but point is, I'm scared of failing and nothing else.
"Okay. Well I guess we should get down to some work, hmm?" she gave a look before going to the chalk-board.
Taking up a piece of chalk she began writing.
P- A –R –A-N-O-I-A
"Paranoia" Kaoru uttered.
"Yes, Paranoia." She placed down the chalk looking at Kaoru. "Do you know what it is?" the teacher asked interestedly.
"Yeah, its when someone is insane or acting like it?" Kaoru bit her lips in uncertainty.
"Hmm—you're kinna there. Paranoia is a mental disorder marked by the unjustified belief that one is being persecuted, usually its accompanied by Megalomania and insane distrust." the teacher spoke.
Kaoru gave a look of 'what the hell are you saying?'
"It means Psychology believes that, Paranoia is actually a sign for help…" the teacher explained.
"What? Sign- for help?" Kaoru asked giving the teacher an incredulous face.
"Yes. Psychologists believe that each person in some small way has part of the Cerebellum Hemisphere reserved. Part of it is for memory, personality, temperature intake and of course sanity. We believe that just a small of part of our brain has not developed, and so…that's the part we usually hit when we're insane. Insane people or yet-to-become insane people usually can't reckon between the good and the bad. Sometimes the anxiety is too much that the mind 'trips' and goes into a mode where everything goes quiet." The teacher spoke, seeing Kaoru blink her eyes innocently, with her mouth agape.
"Hhahah! Don't worry Kaoru, let me break it down." The teacher spoke.
"Yes, please do" Kaoru begged.
"In our brain just part of it is not developed. That part is called the Insane area, we're giving it a name. The 'Insane area,' could be activated by good and bad anxieties. This makes the mind go off into a world where everything has gone wrong. You see Kaoru, Psychology is the art of listening to people cry. Most of the times that's what people usually need to do, and we Psychologists achieve progress by giving therapy and sometimes a word called rehabilitation." She paused to see Kaoru purse her lips in understanding.
"Are you understanding Kaoru?" she asked.
"Trying, I'm trying to" Kaoru spoke neutrally. Coz flatly speaking that's what she was doing, trying to comprehend what that insane area thingee has to do with anything, while anxieties make you go looptie-loo, by then you're crack and in English mad, insane, out of your mind and need help! It was then Kaoru figured out on her brilliant own why several students just failed the subject with ease.
"Well hey that's good. Most people who ever got this class never listened to one word I said" the teacher spoke.
'I wonder why?' thought Kaoru sarcastically.
"Point is, keep this up and you'll be working yourself for a good grade in finals. Hopefully if you do get a good grade, Psychology will once again be a subject on the syllabus where many students can learn, enjoy and perform quite well." She spoke wearing a brilliant smile on her face.
"Yeah…sure" 'Hahahahha! Who are you kidding? Are you mad woman, now I see you're the one who needs therapy and rehabilitation, coz woman, people hate hate hate and look- HATE your subject with the most desirous passion.'
After a couple minutes or so, Kaoru found herself seating butt glued to her chair. Though she had the strongest urge to stand on her heels and tell the woman shut up, Kaoru conducted herself with respect.
Kaoru yawned.
She itched.
She slept. (Yeah, all that was possible)
And she made spit bubbles.
To Kaoru, who was considered a first hand smarty pants, found this absolutely weary and frustrating. Oh gosh who was the smart aleck who made up this subject anyways?. Or placed it on her syllabus for that matter?
The teacher kept yapping and Kaoru kept yawning. To Kaoru the lines were suddenly appearing three and four times more than what she was suppose to know.
"Urhh, miss –Ms." 'What's her name again? Man, even her name is boring'
"Ms. Sakada" she spoke
"Ms. Sakada, I'm not feeling so well, may I go outside for some fresh air?" Kaoru asked, lying with perfection.
"What are you ill with?" the teacher was smarter than she thought.
Of course Kaoru knew the cliché sentence wouldn't work, I mean it was the oldest and not the mention lamest trick in the book.
"I ahh-hmm a thing—yeah this thing" Kaoru rolled her eyes about in worry and thought.
"And how this thing feel?" the teacher asked.
"Well ah, it starts off with a bit of hurting in the stomach and then a woozy feeling in the head and more stuff which will probably come about in the afternoon. So um, may I be excused?" she trailed off kindly knowing fully well she had blown her cover and she was officially done for thanks to her lame lying.
The teacher pursed her lips for a minute watching the student with intent eyes.
'Okay Kaoru now you've done it! You really ticked her off'
The woman shut the book in one loud shut. Even Kaoru was startled at the cold oncoming.
"Go ahead, but come back quickly" there was something like silver that rose from her sentence. Kaoru tried to figure what it was, was it sarcasm, or contempt or something else? Perhaps, thought Kaoru.
Kaoru stood from her seat feeling very heavy, as if the teacher's stare had weighed her down. That her lie was so much that it was practically consuming her.
Kaoru gasped. 'I'm a liar, I'm turning into Misao, oh boy, this isn't good'
"What's the matter Ms. Kamiya, is that 'thing' acting up?" the teacher spoke.
Kaoru hated when teachers used the students triumph card against them. It really felt, stink.
"I—I need some air" Kaoru rushed out the classroom, her eyes looking at the ground as she felt so ashamed of lying and suddenly being so rude to do it.
Kaoru walked hastily down the halls in search of a place she could contemplate on her bad actions, on her bad behaviors and on this sucky subject called Psychology. Kaoru searched her eyes around her, being sure to be aware for any teachers not to mention those annoying hall-monitors and deans.
She sped pass the Biology, Physics and Chemistry labs in swept steps, feeling more and more guilty. Kaoru went to the girl's bathroom, pushing the door, she entered, letting the sight of graffiti walls and pungent smells stifle her senses.
Walking towards the vandalized mirror, she peered herself a solid look.
'What is with me? Am I insane?' For a minute Kaoru had herself worked up, confused until she saw what made her crack down the middle.
"Oh my gosh" realization came to her, "I have a huge zit"
Kaoru leaned forward, looking at the red bulb on her chin.
Kaoru fumed and groaned. "Mouuu, so I'm a bad girl God, could it get anymore worse?"
"Hey, are you talking to yourself?" came a voice from outside the girls toilet. In fact it was to the back of the school. 'Apparently things just got worse. Yet, who or who could be behind the school, at 9:15am broad daylight?' thought Kaoru.
Kaoru refused to answer the voice, instead she involuntarily stepped away and then made a run for it.
Running through the door, Kaoru went to the exit of the school. In front of her a sign glowing in red, 'EXIT' beaconed to her. Freedom, it was what she needed.
Flying through the doors, she closed her eyes in joy. 'I made it to the other side. I'm alive, I'm freee'
(An: Kaoru's OOC, but then her time period has changed so whose to say she wouldn't be OOC? Besides, I don't think Watsuki would kill me for playing with her characters, she'd probably laugh)
"Hahahah! Freedom, my salvation. I'm aliveee, alive I say" she twirled around with her hands in the air. As if she won some great award or race for that matter.
"Do you always talk to yourself?" came the same voice she heard outside the girls' washroom.
Kaoru froze.
In shock she stayed there. Being quiet. Pretending to herself no one was there.
"Well, do you?" came the same voice.
Kaoru sighed and then gulped.
Turning around just so slowly, she turned her head to her shoulder, browsing the person a look.
To Kaoru, what seem to be a girl, was in fact a boy. With all that long red hair and a pretty face Kaoru could have sworn it was a girl. But wowie! Did Kaoru see wrong!
"Who are you?" she asked curiously. Snapping around in a quick motion.
The boy, whose back was against the wall, and a face of lost meaning looked back at her. Putting the cigar to his lips, he sucked in, inhaling deeply before closing his eyes in a soothing manner, only to exhale sharply.
"Nobody a such" he spoke.
Kaoru arched a brow skeptically. 'What is it with boys and big egos. They are so big-headed'
Placing a hand to her hips, she tapped her feet in an expectant manner.
"Well 'nobody-a-such', I can't give you an answer, if you can't give me an answer" she spoke flatly.
'Rude little girl' The boy obviously figured she was a smart mouth. Her response was quick and he could tell she was not the type to settle for silence or no as an answer for that matter.
"Such a temper, for somebody so young." He glanced her momentarily. Taking a sharp pull of the cigarette, Kaoru found herself being enraged at the boy in front of her.
"And you know how to humour someone" she spat at him, her eyes dark and her aura irritated.
He said nothing, in fact he doing nothing was everything that was driving Kaoru nuts.
For the first time, Kaoru stood her ground, irked like hell, but stood her ground. And as if she couldn't become any more of the temperament that she was, she chose to get smart.
"Smoking is bad you know" she started of in an informative voice.
"Thanks, but I'll tell you if I need the advice, cool mommy-oo?" he gave her a look of 'I-don't-care.'
To Kaoru she was not hearing this. But she did, and she wasn't taking it well. Blinking back in a manner of incredibility, she stared him in the face.
"Who do you think you are?" came her voice in a hot flavour.
"Somebody" he spoke.
Kaoru blinked back, "Oh really, is that so? Coz I could have sworn you said you were 'nobody a such'. Funny, its odd to hear you say you're a somebody now. Don't you think?" she paused to see him, pull the cigar from his lips and look up from the smoke at her.
Leaning off the wall, he dropped his cigar to the ground, adjusting his tie in its proper position. Not finished with his routine, he continued by sending a hand through his locks and taking off his jacket. Looking at the ground he smashed the cigar leaving Kaoru in all her pissed off anger.
"Oh sure, go ahead and run. Be a coward, be a sissy." She rattled him on.
He simply paid no attention to her as he walked away.
"Come back here loser and finish this! Come back you coward! Aghhh!" she saw he walked away, going straight back to the boys college.
It was a waste just screaming her lungs out at the sorry-loser. In fact she felt kinna sorry for him.
'No I don't' came that cruel mind of hers.
"Ah, Ms. Kamiya, I know I heard your voice." Came a voice from behind her.
Kaoru turned around, involuntarily stepping back, a bit startled from the sudden voice.
"What are you doing out here?" asked the man.
In fact, it was Calculus teacher. 'What is he doing out here? Like duhh he heard you!'
Kaoru actually had no solid reason to be outside her school, so she had to make sure her excuse was perfect.
"Well sir" she started seeing his nose wiggle in displeasure.
"Is something wrong?" asked Kaoru curiously, her brows knotting in interest.
"What's that smell?" he asked in an interested manner.
Kaoru sniffed around, "what smell, I don't smell anything" she spoke confusedly.
His eyes dropped on her, and then they wandered away. They fell directly on the floor. His eyes zeroed down on the object as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
His eyes then returned to Kaoru, where a stare of fury, incredibility and contempt fell on Kaoru.
A bit shock that her Calculus teacher would look at her this way, she tried to speak. But the words were hard to form since his stare practically broke down most of her nervous system.
"E-Excuse me sir, s' something wrong?" she lowered her face a bit yet nevertheless looking at him.
"Don't play smart with me missy." He paused, "the school I must confess truly admired you and passionately we did as well. A well deserved student you were, but now you turn to this, now you succumb yourself to filths? Do you have nothing to say about your shamefulness?" he asked angrily and deeply.
Kaoru's brows rose innocently. She felt bad though, why was he being to brute and harsh with her when heck she was out here having some fresh air.
"I-I don't understand" she tried to reckon.
"Oh is that so?" he past her shoulder picking up the object on the floor.
"So you don't understand this, hmm Ms. Kamiya?" he turned to her, showing her the cigarette that was once mashed to the floor from…
'Aghh! Nooo noo, it's not me, it was that boy! Aghhh!'
"Ms. Kamiya, go straight to the principal's office" he spoke darkly giving her a cold stare.
"No no, sir. It's not what you think. You see I wasn't smoking if that's what you're thinking, I swear to God I wasn't smoking, it was this boy who was smoking. It wasn't me. You must believe me…" she self explained.
Yet the more she tried to show him her points and her truths, the more disbelief she saw sweeping across his face. What was the point she thought. It made no sense trying to battle ignorance when she knew the outcome either way wasn't going to be pretty.
"Ms. Kamiya, your lies have fooled us for quite some time and far too long might I add, but I will no longer listen to them. I seriously thought better of you but really, I see the worse in you. Principal's office now missy" he dropped icily on her.
"You don't understand, I didn't do it! I didn't smoke" her face was starting to pinch and her eyes were stinging and roaring. Then to her unknowing her eyes began to leak from tears. She was framed for something she never did. Curse that boy, she thought.
"You know Ms. Kamiya even if you were telling me the truth for some reason of dumb luck, there's something else that contradicts you and that's the fact no boys from the boys college can enter these grounds. Everything you say is a lie. If you haven't realize Ms. Kamiya, this is the back of our school, this is where all the rubbish happens and believe me, today we found ourselves such a catch" the teacher spoke brutally.
Kaoru cried. Coughing and crying perhaps the same time, she screwed her eyes. This could not be happening.
Today was already turning out to be a horrible day and looking at it more clearly, it was a terrible day. Nothing but regression and problem occurred. This was all killing her and she for one did not need it.
"The office. Now" he spoke in finality.
Defeated and beaten like a slave, Kaoru subdued herself to his command. Drooping shoulders were accompanied by a lowered head. Dragging her feet hesitantly, she walked off to the Principal's Office.
'This is perhaps the perfect ending to the worst day of my life' she thought.
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An: Yay! I'm back from the grave, walking like a zombie pelting my bloody blades back at yah! Mwahahahh! Okay, but to reality, I'm back from my hot vacation in Miami. To all the Miami peeps, a big hola and much big ups!
Okay down to the story, this story, isn't going to be like a one hundred percent sad story with nothing good coming out of it, I decided to change it up a bit, so now the story is urh, how can I explain this? Well it's a mix of bad angst with humor. But fear not, the story has a plot which is very much consistent.
Anyways, I hope so far the story is okay. I did my best and if I'm not wrong my writing style has changed, stick around and you'll see what I've done!
Thank you:
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