Falling Into Darkness

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Hola. Yeah, yeah, it's been forever. Who cares other than you guys? -ponders for a moment- yeah! That's right! You guys! I'm so out of it right now it's not even funny. I've been playing Harvest Moon for about four hours and my brain is only focused on one thing. DO SOMETHING USEFUL. Other than that its mush. Heehee… MAD COW DISEASE!

NOW! The Disclaimer!

What you think if I'm trying to save up money to go to Japan by picking pennies off the ground, you have to be kidding me! -huffs-

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Chapter Eight

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Gohan trudged down the hallway, shaded eyes closed. Sharpener, it seemed, had not gotten the point out of his threat and was boasting about how weak Gohan was compared to him.

What, did he think he couldn't hear that he was muttering about him behind his back?

On The Other Side Of The Hallway-

"Yeah, can't you see how tough he's trying to be? Wearing his sunglasses and wearing black," Sharpener hissed to his other jock friends. "That's my idea of a wimpy little-"

Suddenly the locker beside the blond blew up.

"Eep! Uh, look at that wimpy little ant on the ground! Let's go stomp on it!" The other jocks looked confused for a moment, saw the lockers, and then followed Sharpener hastily to kill the poor little ant.

Videl frowned from the open classroom door that was located not far away from where Gohan was standing.

'Spontaneously Combusting Lockers. That's a new one. What is his problem anyway?' (Do you notice she completely missing the point?)

"Great," Gohan muttered to himself. "P.E. Why in hell do I have to do that anyway? It's not like I'm going to get something out of it…"

Trudging off to the locker room, he decides to change in the bathroom, which turns out to be a very bad idea. It stunk like hell's dumpster. But, luckily for Gohan, he could hold his breath for tedious amounts of time.

He came out of the guys locker room last, taking his sweet time. From the far basketball court, Gohan could feel Videl's ki. Anger and suspicion rolled off her in red waves. 'Okay,' the demi-saiyan thought to himself, 'Not a good time to bug her…'

The coach, a former boot camp instructor, strode out from the gym.

"Okay, you weevils, (I dunno, it just popped into my head…) git over here!" he shouted, blowing his whistle 4 times.

Everybody else didn't seem to mind him. It was if they didn't hear his horribly booming voice.

"I said, GIT OVER HERE NOW! OR ELSE YOU ALL HAVE DETENTION!"

Then the movement started. First the nerds scrambled over, they didn't want detention for any reason. Second, the preps trotted happily to the outdoor stands, chatting all the way. Everybody else started moving after that. Except for Gohan of course, who decided to stand rather than sit. The coach noticed this.

"Hey you! Punk! You're new, right?" Mr. Boot Camp (can't seem to figure out a name) yelled over to the uncaring half-alien.

"Yes. And?" Gohan droned, just loud enough for the coach to hear.

"Do a lap. Next time, you should do what I say."

Gohan rolled his sightless eyes behind his sunglasses. "Where to, almighty one?"

"Just run around the basketball courts. Stop giving me looks, delinquent!"

Gohan did his lap while Mr. Boot Camp was talking. By the time the coach was done with the first two sentences, he noticed that Gohan was back, leaning on the wall. Mr. Boot Camp had a hard time believing that he ran a lap that fast, so he made the half-saiyan do another, this time watching closely. If you watched the instructor, you could see his eyes growing wider and wider and wider and wider…

"I'm back."

"…"

"Yoohoo, Almighty One…?"

"…"

"You're catching flies."

Slowly Mr. Boot Camp pointed directly at the ground and made finger motions that supposedly mentioned something about 50.

Gohan sighed, not wanting any more trouble from this guy. Plopping on the ground he started doing push-ups with one hand, for he had to hold up his sunglasses with the other.

When he got up, he noticed he had an audience. Girls were giggling and blushing (except for the ones that didn't giggle and blush) and guys were grumbling about showoffs.

Gohan flicked the instructor on the forehead, knocking him down. (heh…)

"What the hell was that for!" Mr. Boot Camp bellowed, regaining his composure.

"Must I say this again, you bumbling idiot. You were catching flies." The demi-saiyan then walked off the court, deciding that P.E. was officially over for him.

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Before you say anything... Yes it has been a long time. I've found a way to post a chapter. So... I'll try this way with the other chapters later. -waves-

Chapter done.

Mashed Potato Master say review. Please.