Hey you guys. I'm so sorry about not updating for few months or so. I was so freaking busy with my exams and school works. I swear the teachers in my school are evil! They still have to dump a pile of projects and tests after the exams for my classmates and I! Well, today is the day that I miraculously finished all of my projects and stuff so I decided to update once again. I hope you'll enjoy it!
"And they are to be wearing their school uniforms from now on and come to school on time or they'll be doing washrooms and cafeteria cleanings for a week." She blurted out everything that she could think off from her mind, reluctant to think of the consequences. "Teachers should be more strict on their teachings. Obviously I won't be amused that the students in this school got the second worst average for exams in the whole region."
"But Miss Naruto," her father's school secretary countered weakly. "Aren't those criteria a bit too harsh for the students to handle? I mean they are still very young you know."
"Oh they're old enough to handle these criteria!" she snapped back sharply. "Obviously, my father has been spoiling them didn't he?"
"But Miss Naruto, you don't understand!"
"I've looked through the school record, and to be honest with you, I'm vexed." Her tone became more intense as she took out the school record file and violently brought it down onto the table. "The total average can't even pass over a seventy. Not to mention that student premature pregnancies, drug-dealings and police involvements were subsequently involved in the past few years."
The secretary lowered her head and adjusted her glasses lens uncomfortably. She knew that Miss Naruto was right about Principal Naruto being too soft on the children. That's why even newspaper articles rated this school as the worst school in the entire city of Japan."
"Such incidents are extremely difficult to deal with, or to prevent." She persisted indignantly. "With Mr. Naruto's constant liver problems, his ability to pull himself together to manage everything has unfortunately reached its undesirable limit."
Miss Naruto bit her lips insensitively, pondering the situation for a while. "This school meant just about everything to my father. Now that he's at the hospital for therapy treatments, it's my job to help him out and make him proud."
"What do you propose to do now?"
She held put a small brown file with a picture of Kouji intacted on the front page. "I came across this student as I was looking through all the student profiles in the file cabinet…"
"AHHH…CHOO!" Zoe released a deep, heavy groan after she sneezed in the girl's changing room.
"You sure that you don't want to stay home for another day Zoe?" Taka asked.
"Uh-huh." Zoe answered stubbornly. "I can't afford to miss another week of school"
Rei stood up, putting one of her foot on the bench and gulped down a can of orange soda. She wiped her wet lips with her arm and started at Zoe. "Honestly Zoe, you shouldn't get yourself to be so stressed out about school. I mean the teachers her are so easy."
"Anyways, did I tell you about this new guy who came to our class while you were away?" Misha came in, trying to change the subject. "He's so cute and nice! I can't believe that he was actually Kouji's brother!"
"Hmm, really?" Taka said while looking around the changing room they're in. The girls were all busied taking showers or getting changed for their next class. "I think someone here got a little crush…"
"NO I DO NOT!" Misha defended herself at her friends' sly smirks.
"Oh come on," Rei added in, "you've been trying to flirt with him for a whole week already!"
"Well, he's really smart…and he's nice…and gentle…and." Misha hesitated.
"Well what's his name?" Zoe finally inquired.
"His name is Kou-," Misha suddenly stopped when she heard the bell rang. She jumped a bit in panic and quickly dashed out. "Oh no! I have a math test coming up right now! See ya guys!"
The girls watched Misha as she ran out of the changing room, roaming with fierce and panic.
"I guess I'm not the only one here who's getting too stressed out about school." Zoe murmured to herself.
"Have a seat, Mr. Minamoto." Ms.Naruto gestured to the chair in front of her desk
Kouji reluctantly moved himself on the chair and slumped down on the seat, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair. Something about this woman made him feel disgusted. But he was never very fond of women anyways. She was, in his opinion, a very beautiful woman. Yet there was no soul in her eyes, they were like a pack of ice concealed by her dark-rimmed glasses. Her long ebony hair was tied into a bun, not even a touch of make-up appeared on her complexion. He crossed his brows at the sight of her; something instinctively told him that he was going to hate this woman like hell.
"So tell me," she began, looking at the boy in front of her eyes. "What is your purpose of doing all these things."
He looked up at her coldly, and paused for a while. "I don't think it's any of your business, woman."
She brought her fist violently onto the table, pulling his full attention to her. "NON OF MY BUSINESS! You're the most irrelevant student I've ever met, young man!"
"Oh I'm scared," he mocked at her nonchalantly, "what are you gonna do to me now? Suspend me for saying the right thing to a woman like you?"
They caught each other's fierce glares at each other. Ms. Naruto broke off the silence with a sneer. "It's your mother isn't it?"
His scorned stare fell into a soft, despaired look. His heart skipped and his stomach launched. A harsh realization hit him hard on the face.
"I guess I was right, wasn't I, Mr. Minamoto?" she said, satisfied at her own thoughts. "Your mother, she must have been pretty futile if she let herself spoil you like that."
He grinded his teeth and clenched his fists. "What the hell are you saying about my mother."
"Why would you care?" she calmly sat down on her chair, not even feeling a bit of regret about what she just said. "I don't tolerate insults, the more rebellious you get, then the more nasty I'll get."
"Damn you," he murmured, feeling his chests heaving up and down like a spring coil. The more he looked at this woman, the more disgusted he felt.
"You are very protective about your mother," she started again, "even thought she's dead already. But it's better that she did, because I don't think any woman out there would want to see her son turning into little scum like you."
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" He hollered, a drop of tear dropped out from his deep blue eyes. He threw his hand on a document that was on the desk, letting it fly off the desk.
She looked at the document that landed on the marble floor, and stared sternly at him. "If I was you mother, I would be really, really disappointed in you. But then again, I would be much tougher on you than her. At least I won't die and leave my son so that he'll become a useless person."
His face was glowing with fury; he kicked off from the armchair darted out.
"Ms. Naruto!" the secretary said softly, "I don't think insulting him like that is a very good idea."
"Oh really?" she smiled slyly. "Don't worry, I have my ways with kids like him. Go and get me a cup of coffee, and while you're at it, call up the securities. I'm expecting some exciting events today."
Kouji swiftly locked the door and deserted himself in the darkness of the abandoned janitor's room. He leaned against the wall and slowly shifted his back all the way down onto the floor. A drop of tear fell down onto his blushing cheeks, he blinked his eyes to get rid of his blurred vision from the tears and rolled around to sit on the ground.
"Mother," he spoke softly under his breath. "Life sucks without you."
A delicate sob broke the silent atmosphere; he hugged his knees together and buried his face in his arms. From the soft whimpering of the air, an unspeakable event bloomed in his mind; it was a normal day, just like any other days of his life, yet the most traumatic event took place that torn his heart into pieces…
He took out his harmonica and started to blow every note that conveyed his feelings into it. The harsh memories stirred up discomforts and pains in his mind. A clip of the tragic episodes flashed in his head; a tire screeched violently on the highway, a harsh tumbling sound from the car, and thump! A lifeless, bloody body lay across the road, her hand rested faintly on his face, breathing in the last ounce of air. His eyes widen, a sudden phase that took his voice away from screaming in fear. She smiled weakly at her beautiful little boy, and whispered her last sentence that he was never able to hear. She closed her eyes, tears rolled down from his tender cheeks, mixing with her blood that stained on his face…"MOTHER!"
"Mother," he spoke again. "Why the hell do you have to save me? I didn't even get to say sorry to you."
He took out a sharp blade from his pocket, and grasped it tightly in his hand, letting the flow of blood that came out from his hand to comfort his sobs. A sudden spur of energy gave him the strength to stand up again.
"That woman's gonna pay for what she said about you."
It was a beautiful day in the school's park, yet Zoe was not even a bit contented. She held up her math test result high up in the air, covering the sunlight from her view so her paper would become a pitched black shadow in her eyes. She felt a bit relieved, knowing that she doesn't have to see the forty-nine point five percent on the sheet.
"Man," she muttered under her breath, "I'm so screwed for math."
"Zoe!" a voice came in from the distance. She rolled up from the lush grass and put her hand in front of her face to shield the sunlight.
"Misha?"
Misha stood in front of her; bending down her knees a little to catch her breath. "I think someone set up a bunch of little decorations in the school hallways while we were at our third period class! Oh, they're really pretty, come in and see!"
"Decorations?" Zoe said, " It's not even Christmas yet."
She went in with Misha anyways and she was astounded by all the colourful little beads that were hung everywhere in the school hallway. Everyone gathered around and started to chat away about the decorations.
"I don't get it," Mr. Omaru, the leader of the school decorating team said, "I've never told any of them to put up these decorations. Alright, who's responsible for doing all these?"
The whole hall fell into silence, everyone speechlessly looked at each other.
"We don't know, Mr.Omaru. Honest." A student spoke up from the crowd, and everyone nodded agreeably.
He sighed and clapped his hands to stop the chattering from the students. "Alright, come on, help me take off all these beads."
Just as everyone laid their hands on the beads, someone pressed a little button and all the beads exploded into sparks of fire, generating loud, horrendous sounds throughout the hall. All the students screamed and ran as quick as their legs could carry them. Just then, the smoke came from the beads triggered all the fire alarms, sending cold shower of water that chilled down their spines. The hall had gone from a peaceful property into a sudden range of madness, everyone won't stop screaming. With the aiding from the fire alarms and the explosions, a loud, ear-screeching sound could be heard from miles away. A sudden fury came over Zoe; the tight crowd of panicking students almost suffocated her.
"This is awful! Who the hell set up such a disgusting prank!" She thought angrily to herself. " Aeehhh! I have to get help!"
She tried her best to push through the crowd and felt a gratifying sensation as she laid her hand onto a doorknob…
Kouichi placed a bandage gently onto his bleeding fingers that accidentally got cut from the kitchen knife. He groaned a little at his wound. He was in the nurse room, just as the bell rang after the third period class. He took off his sweaty shirt and threw it onto the nurse room's bed and sat on there.
"I knew covering up for Kouji was a bad idea." He sighed in regret.
A couple of days ago, Kouji played a prank on the language teacher by putting maggots into her hot chocolate. It was absolutely nauseating watching her gulping down the hot chocolate, thinking that the maggots were marshmallows and was sent to the hospitals for treatments afterward. The saddest part was he decided to help Kouji by committing that he did it instead. Because Kouichi was recognized as a model-student, his punishment was set off to be lighter; he was to help out in the school kitchen for three hours a day.
He got a piece of towel to wipe off his hair that was full of sweats. Just then, he heard someone struggling to open the door, and remembered that he locked the door after coming in. He jumped off from the bed and unlocked it. The door was quickly opened; the blaring and screams from the hall came into the quiet nursing room. He jumped and covered his ears.
"WHAT THE-," Kouichi broke off as he was sent off into the air and landed on cold, hard ground when a wet body ran in and crashed into him.
"I'm so sorry!" a voice came in as he opened his eyes and caught a pair of beautiful emerald eyes. He blushed and a sudden realization knocked him on the head.
"Zoe!"
"Kouichi?"
Well, that's it for now! I really gotta go back to do my summatives now, see ya next time! And I promise you that the Kouji and Zoe evidence is gonna come soon! Don't miss it, 'cause it's gonna be cute!