Well, I finally got this written up…
Note 1: I mentioned the Red group's schedule last chapter. I changed the schedule 'cause it wasn't working, so therefore…don't pay attention to that schedule.
Note 2: There probably won't be too many fights between the Suzaku and Seiryuu (Red and Blue) just yet since in the series, they only fought because they were competing for the god summoning thingie, and well, in the series, Miaka was dumb. Which is why everyone will hate her in this story…if you don't like it, get out because I ain't changing it. Oh, there will be fighting between Kishuku (Tamahome) and Nakago, but you know, not between the ones we LIKE, at least not on a regular basis.
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Disclaimer:...nothing that you recognize in this chapter belongs to me…because then, I would be rich and wouldn't have to take math. Stupid teacher gives us three damn tests….ENJOY THE CHAPTER! (Please note that while attempting to write this chapter, I had a three math tests, one biology test, one anthropology essay, a history project and a history test all due on the same week, therefore, this chapter is sucky and if not for the fact that I'm too stressed to think of anything else, I would write it again)
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The intercom next to my bed woke me up with a loud announcement which was so loud that I bet the person next door heard it...and the walls weren't exactly thin. It was telling me to get up and not to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, it was repeated every few minutes so obviously it got annoying. I was almost tempted to grab the nearest wooden object and bash it in, but of course, I didn't. Not yet, anyways.
I quickly got dressed and went in search for a few people who knew where they were going…somewhat at least, because I don't think anyone knew exactly what they were doing since it was the first thing. This reminded me of a time when I was four or five, around that age, and I was sent to kindergarten. When we were finally allowed out of the classroom as an introduction to the school, I felt so lost because everything and everyone were bigger than me. That's how it felt now, and judging by the looks on the other people's faces, I guess that they feel the same way.
While I followed the other in a mindless droning sort of way, I thought back on how I got here. I remember that it was the morning after Halloween; I had gone out trick or treating with the rest of my friends and was happily dreaming of that wonderful sweet goodness that I had yet to savor, but I was woken up by my mother, who was screeching – and I do mean screeching – at me to go get her some alcohol. Most expecting mothers crave random and strange food when they're pregnant. My mother craves alcohol.
Heh; no wonder I'm so messed up.
"Hey; do you know where we're supposed to sit, Shun?" one of the two people who I knew from home, Kaen, asked, jolting me out of my thoughts. I looked around and found myself staring at an auditorium that had about ten rows…which were colored. I rolled my eyes, "I'm assuming, Kaen, that we sit according to what colors the name on our door were in, which, in case you have suddenly gone color blind or forgot, was blue"
She shot me a glare, "Geez; do you have to be so damn sarcastic?"
"Yes" I snapped. In case anyone hasn't noticed, I'm not a morning person. At all. In fact, on that morning of November 1st, I was even more pissed off than usual since I was looking forward to spending an entire day going through my candy and hopefully, just goofing off. But of course, my mother woke me up and I had to drive all the way into the other town to get her the drink she wanted because our local liquor store was out. Kaen and a few others from our town came with me, which is how they escaped, I suppose. It was just pure luck that we lived and the rest of our tiny town didn't. When we came back with the liquor, everything was gone; turned into rubble and not a single person remained alive. I remember the bottles crashing onto the ground and breaking. The sound echoed through the silence as if it was a sin to make noise. It felt like it. We stayed there for a few days, mourning, and Ayuru came back from whatever school he had went to. Kaen had cried so much. I think I cried too. After all, everyone was dead, including my best friend, my mother, all the family I had left…
Then of course, we were pulled out of our mourning by none other than that old bat, Taiitsu-kun and we were brought here, to this place.
I scowled as Kaen poked me in the ribs, "Listen" she instructed as Taiitsu-kun began to talk.
So I tried to, but there was a girl, one row below us, who wouldn't fucking shut up. I saw the rest of the row shooting her glares and telling her to shut her mouth. (That's pretty nice of them; if it was me, I'd probably just shove a sock into her mouth and tape it shut with that really sticky gray tape. That way, she would be quiet and she could possibly die from lack of air.)
But unfortunately…
I didn't have a spare sock on me.
I sighed regretfully and Kaen gave me a look that obviously said, 'for the sake of my sanity, please don't kill anybody today'
I didn't have a chance to argue because obviously Taiitsu-kun was done talking. A man with black hair that was tied up walked over. He had piercing green eyes and a lot of scars, especially on his face. He adopted a small smirk as he reached us and surveyed our group, "I see not many of the Cursed in the blue group made it…" he said in a voice that wasn't loud, but commanded our attention. I was impressed; maybe he could teach me how to do that?
"But alas, you will have to do your lessons" he said, "I am Tessoh, I teach the art of fighting, with Hakurou, who you should know, is the head of the Red group"
He handed out a piece of paper to each of us, which were our schedules. I glanced over mine quickly, registering that we had English with the Green and White group first, and something called 'optional math'. Ayuru questioned this.
"Well, seeing as you're all already teenagers or adults and have taken more than ten years of math, meaning you know the basics, we figured that you wouldn't necessarily need it. Math in this place is generally just for the younger children. But, if you decide to take it, you will be in a class with all of the Red, Blue, Black and Green that have also chosen to take it and will teach more complex math"
"And what if we don't go?"
"Then it's a free period"
I grinned. I definitely wasn't going; math wasn't exactly my strong point, but somehow, I got the feeling that between Kaen and Ayuru, I would end up dragged to that class. At least for the first few days.
Tessoh then led us to the area where the classes were held and we walked through the doors, looking for the English classroom. After a while, we found it and walked in; nobody was too excited about it; after all, how interesting could an English class be. How wrong we were.
In walked a tall woman with long dark hair (did everyone here have dark hair or something?) that reached the ground. She walked like she was floating and the door slammed behind her. She was something else alright, especially when she started talking. Her first words to us were,
"…In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference"
She stopped when she saw our expressions and smiled, still practically skipping as she walked, "Now, who can tell me what that poem is called?"
No one answered, still obviously surprised at her entrance.
"No one?" she asked.
Silence.
"Oh come on; it's not that hard!"
Quiet. It was so quiet that you could expect to hear a cricket chirp, but then again, if it did, Ayuru would probably kill it by glaring at it. It was a good thing he was a friend; I would not want Ayuru – and his death glares – as my enemy.
"I'll give you candy if you get it right" she began to bribe us. I heard an excited whisper in the back and turned to see a silver haired man poke another in the ribs. The man that was poked sighed and answered as his dark hair fell over his eye, "The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost"
The teacher clapped her hands together in delight, "Wonderful! You get candy, Mr.…?"
"Tsuonie. Kasaru Tsuonie" he said. He was part of the White group. Everybody had been issued identification clasps when we got registered, and on the identification clasps was your name written in the color group you belonged to. Taiitsu-kun, though an old bat, was smart. (AN: yes, that is indeed Tatara. It's supposedly his real name, so I'm using it)
"Right, well, here's some candy, Mr. Tsuonie" she said, throwing him what was unmistakably a Reese cup. No fair; I wanted a Reese cup. I miss my Halloween candy...
"Well, I haven't introduced myself, have I?" she asked, "You can call me Miiya, for I will now be calling you by your first names. As will every other teacher…unless of course, you break a lot of rules and they're angry…" she smirked.
And so, she started the lesson by reading another poem by Robert Frost. That was when I began to drift off…
I am officially never going to Math ever again. Unless I have nothing better to do than to torture the teacher. The teacher was so boring. Imagine being locked into a tiny box that only fits you in it and there's nothing to do; there aren't any utensils to draw or color the box with, there's no noise either. And eventually, you're stuck in there long enough that you start going insane…
That's how boring it was. I think I went insane after five minutes.
I tried talking to people around me and fortunately, they weren't bastards. That was a good thing because I was going to have quite a few classes with them. In the Red group, most of them are okay except for two, a rude bastard named Kishuku and the annoying girl, whose name was Miaka.
I hate them.
At first sight, I hated them, and I will continue to hate them until one of them does the world a favor and commits suicide…or homicide…either one works.
Do-do-di-di-do-do-di-di-do-do
Oh great; the circus music is playing…again….
I hate Math.
Yes, I know it sucks. And yes, I realize that I probably have his character all wrong. I AM STRESSED AND YOU WOULD DO WELL NOT TO PISS OFF A STRESSED PERSON! The consequences could be deadly.