At 7.30 am today, a stupid incessant ring cut itself through my sleep-clouded head.
Source of ringing? My alarm clock. Its LED numbers flashing at me almost mockingly. Think you're so tough eh? I glared at the plastic thing; maybe if I glare hard enough it'll stop. Yeah, that's it. Feel the wrath of my glare!
Beep beep... Beep beep... Beep beep...
Dang it, stop beeping!
I got a bit too frustrated and hit the thing a little too hard and now there was a huge dent on the top. It stopped beeping, thank God! But there was an ugly dent in it, and the numbers are distorted.
Well, who told it to be so noisy anyway? Waking people up at the break of dawn, and then there's the snooze button! Hit it once and the ringing stops, but five minutes later, it finds a way to come back again.
It's invented to provide eternal grief for us all I tell you! Eternal clock of doom! Beware!
I continued to stare at the deformed plastic casing with a triumphant smirk on my face. Forgetting for a moment how sore my body felt.
Note to self: Never sleep at the table ever again. Ever!
I peeled myself of the desk and stretched, my back making grateful 'crack' sounds. And then, realization struck me; I just destroyed a perfectly good alarm clock that cost my twenty dollars. Great.
But you know what? I couldn't care less, because:
Man: 1
Machine: 0
In your face Professor Ashitare!
Now who's that you ask? We'll meet him later; I have a class with him today. But to give you a quick rundown, let's just say that he'd rather sleep with a plane than a woman. He is that
crazy. Maybe if he had children, he would've shipped them off to God knows where just to get an engine part. The twisted horror! We do not deny the fact that that may be possible though.
Eww, morning breath. I have to go brush my teeth now.
God, I look so sexy with those dark circles under my eyes.
As if.
So, here we are in the dark abyss of pure torment.
AKA: Professor Ashitare's Engine Components class.
Don't get confused now. Professor Aruyu teaches how the engine works, but Professor Ashitare teaches what makes the engine work.
Don't get confused! Bear with me people! Good.
Now, don't get me wrong. True, I'm not a big fan of Professor Ashitare, but he's just a tad too... extreme (yeah, that's it) I mentioned he has a machinery fetish right? Comment on the inefficiency or make a wrong statement on a particular piece of engine component and have the hammer thrown at you!
Figuratively speaking of course, but I wouldn't doubt his ability to throw a real one.
In his class, he is the law and you are required to arrive in class prior to the ringing of the bell. Even if he's late, do not even dare to venture out of the class. He can waltz in anytime he feels like it and if you're not present; well I have two words;
Screw-ed.
And here comes the big bad wolf now. Wearing tinted shades on top of his forehead today looking pretty happy, maybe he got laid...
... Or got an engine to work; that has a higher chance of making him happy.
"Okay class, open your files and take out your Module 17 notes, we'll continue where we left off yesterday..."
Uh-oh
Taka Sukanami was talking to someone behind him. Nobody talks while Professor Ashitare is attempting to start a lecture, or when he's lecturing, or at any time when you are in his class.
And Taka was doing it. You might as well sign your death certificate right then and there.
Taka, Taka, Taka. How to describe him? Well, for starters, his old man is a wine connoisseur of a sort. His family owns vineyards all over the world and is one of the head-honchos of the world of fine wines. He's got the looks, money, personality, charm and brains. He is known for being a bit of a playboy and lives to party. In the mornings, he's always neat and prim but rumour has it, during those wild parties, he would absolutely lose it.
"Mr. Sukanami." His tone was icy, yet contained. His wolf-like, piercing silver eyes shot daggers in Taka's direction.
"Yes sir?" He turned around in his seat.
"You seem to be in a highly captivating conversation there."
"No sir."
Ashitare quirked a thick eyebrow, "So I'm safely assuming that your conversation is over?"
Everyone was holding their breaths; the silence was so thick you could cut through it with a knife.
"Yes sir."
"Good, good," the professor flipped through his notes nonchalantly, "Now, if you don't mind, SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Dead silence.
Disturbingly dead silence.
This was an example of when you should not talk, or even breathe audibly. It would just constitute suicide.
Taka stared at the professor in shock, "Sir?"
Now what part of do not make a sound does he not understand?
"What? You didn't hear me? I said shut. The. Hell. Up." He glared in Taka's direction, "Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"
A nod.
"Good, now that I have your undivided attention, turn to your notes and who can tell me what that beautiful piece of machinery is called."
Thank God the class went by without another hitch and now it was time for Physics, again. Just peachy.
The bell just rang, signalling the start of the period and everyone was returning to their respective seats.
Don't see Kouji anywhere though. Hey, don't look at me like that, he saved me remember? I am not queer. Now stop thinking.
I was taking out my notebook from my bag when I heard someone settle into the seat next to mine.
Okay, number one, the whole back row, is mine. No touchy!
And number two, who the hell thinks he's so special to even sit there?
I was about to snap when the brightest pair of hazel eyes locked with my gaze.
Bad feelings gone.
"Oh hey! Fancy meeting you here, remember me?" She smiled that gorgeous heart-melting smile, "I'm Miaka, remember?"
"Uh..."
"You're Shun'u right?"
"Uh..."
... ... ...
"Ahem, two lovebirds at the back, excuse me? Yoohoo!" a voice promptly cut through my train of thoughts; if I was actually thinking.
I turned to face the violet-haired, cross dressing menace standing at the lectern in front of the theatre, "uh?"
"Such a smart answer," He batted his eyelashes at me, then his expression changed to something sinister, "Now pay attention, you too Ms. Yuuki, and just because you're new here, it doesn't mean I'll cut you some slack okay? Start paying attention; now let's pick up where we left off yesterday."
"My, my, a little uptight isn't he?" I turned to face Miaka, her chin was propped up on her elbow and she looked positively bored. She sensed my gaze and turned to give me a small grin, I smiled in return.
Well, this is awkward.
Anyway, I dutifully copied down important points until the end of the lesson and when the bell rang I let the sea of students carry me as close to the exit s possible; next I have my Mechanics test. Perfect.
Two gruelling hours later, I find myself at the Angel once again. Chewing my lunch thoughtfully, contemplating on the test fifteen minutes ago and engaging myself in a staring contest with the goons at the other table.
Retards.
You think you can beat Kou Shun'u? The badass stare-master? Think again!
Well, they were winning actually, and I'm not that badass. But a guy can hope can he?
"Hey, you okay?" A sweet, silky feminine voice startled me out of my staring competition.
"Huh? Oh yeah, fine." It was the girl from yesterday, ReiRei. That was her name, can't forget that, she saved my life, and she was cute. Very cute. Yeah.
"I saw you from over there and you looked very... twitchy." She gave a small laugh and I grinned. Screw the staring competition, I have a senior girl, who was very pretty, talking to me, and you goons over there only have each other! Hah! Who's the loser now? "May I sit down?" I nodded, "Thanks, Shun'u right?"
I nodded again, "Yeah." Oh, back to one worded answers now are we?
"Remember my name?"
"ReiRei."
"Aww, you remembered! How sweet!" She fluttered her eyelashes and I removed my gaze from her angelic features.
"Umm, yeah."
"It's okay, you can look at me if you want to, I don't mind."
What?
"Huh?"
"Well, you're a guy, I'm a girl, do the math. Unless you're gay, then that's a different case." She giggled at my bemused expression, "Look, I don't mind you looking at me, stop being discreet about it; you're a man, not a pussy!"
What. The. Hell? This woman had flair.
And when you think the world is only filled with demure, sweet and shy women, you meet one with a very outgoing personality.
"You seem pretty confident in yourself."
"Let's just say, if I see something I like, I go for it, don't you?" She studied me for a moment.
Was she flirting with me? Now that is new.
"I suppose." I shrugged, trying to stare at her as little as possible, "Unless the person is committed."
"So are you?"
"Committed? No."
"Then that answers my question. So, busy tonight?"
If I was 62 instead of 22, I could've died of a heart attack right then and there. A girl was asking me out. Me!
"Uh..."
"Nod for yes, shake for no." I nodded, then shook my head, then nodded, "Well is that a yes or no?"
"Err, I don't know?" She laughed again.
"Okay, how about this, I have theatre practice later at two, can I expect you to be there?"
"Sure."
"Great, it's a date then, see ya!"
Now isn't that cute? Well, didn't get to check this chapter for errors and such. Speedy update no?
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