Disappear back to my house and quietly think things over. The elevator on the way up ominously dinged every floor number 5, ding! 6, ding! 7, ding! 8, ding! 9, ding! 10, ding! 11, ding! 12, ding! The doors quietly opened with a buzz and I exited sick to my stomach. Everything was so maddening around me it made me feel like I was about to throw up, or tear something to shreds.
I stopped in front of room 712 and shakily grabbed the keys from my shirt pocket. Inside, take shoes off, walk rampantly to the bathroom. Throw up. It was a necessary duty everyday. Going to the doctor and being told you had an ulcer and going back every couple of weeks for check ups or medicine didn't help. The pain helped keep me from losing my mind. It made me realize I was still alive.
The pain increased in my stomach and I passed through the house blatantly ignoring the kitchen which was empty and cold. There was no sign of life in the house I was living in. Excuse me, the empty apartment I was living in. It was lavishly decorated, with a simple, but elegant look to it. White carpet, T.V., couches, rugs, open space, it was a room for a slightly rich person that could afford it. Besides that the house looked like it hadn't been used for years.
I ignored it all though and went to my room and sat down at the computer, ignoring the still throbbing feeling of my ankle. By now it was starting to feel good, like every step would shock and jolt me. I sat down gripping my stomach as a pain gripped me. I'm used to it now. Shake the mouse on the computer to wake it up and then look through the information I had asked for throughout the day.
Suzaku, Ryuu, Tora, and Saru were four main elite high schools in Japan. They were known as the Kingdoms. With these high schools came an elite game called Salvation. It's a complex, dangerous game to keep rich people preoccupied. It also helps them grow up and learn how to handle businesses in dangerous situations. It's always about war and fighting and trying to be the best. I didn't know about the imminent snarl on my face as I thought about it.
To be student council president of one of these schools, or in the council at all meant you were the hierarchy of that school. It gave you special privileges, but was a dangerous position, because the schools fought against each other. Real fighting, with actual bloodshed, but not many people had died over the years, because of the Haeven. Another complex part of the school.
The reason the schools fought against each other was to gain the blessing of the Haeven and if they do they were invincible and could become great and powerful people. The Haeven also made sure that not too many people were killed. The people that controlled the game was staff and principles and sometimes students that were undercover. It was a sickening game made by the elite.
Saru, the School of the Monkey was where I went to right now. Ryuu, the School of the Dragon was where I really wanted to go. It was the farthest away from Saru. Far enough that I could hopefully forget everything. Except that it was the name of one of the men I. . . nevermind. It had taken almost all day to go around achieving this exchange sneakily, but I had finally signed up as Tenshi, Akuma. A delightful pun.
"Congratulations, you've been accepted to Ryuu Elite Academy!" Appeared in my email, along with a couple other emails referring to my new address, and apartment number of my new home. For the first time in a long time I smiled congenially as I phoned the movers to make the trip one week from today. I probably shouldn't have smiled, because it looked even worse with gaunt cheeks, a small dribble of throw up I had not removed from the edge of my lip, and a dying, fiery, burning look in my eyes, showing how truly sick I was.