Chapter 2: Peepika, Pililala, Poporina, Penpelt
"SON OF A BITCH!!"
The words rang out loud in the classroom, echoing down the long hallway of the school. The voice that had shouted these screams came from Naota, who, after being discovered by Ninamori to be sleeping again in class, had a compass stabbed roughly into his hand to jerk him out of his drooling, satisfying dream and she watched his delayed reaction from jerking up in his seat, leaning back, shouting 'son of a bitch' and falling backward, crashing his head into the desk behind him. He landed and closed his eyes for the moment, familiar to the pain, but still claiming it hurt just the same and opened his eyes to the all to familiar site of his female teacher glaring at him from above, one eyebrow twitching in annoyance and growing tension.
"I am afraid that you're little outburst was, although correct, completely uncalled for Mr….. Adolf Hitler, although was a son of bitch, was not someone we commonly refer to by that title." She spoke in a voice that sounded like a guitar string being wound tighter and tighter, until it was just about to snap.
"Now", which she managed to say a little less aggressively, "Please sit back up and try not to disturb my class further than you already have." And she walked back to her desk, one finger on her temple trying to stop her vain from popping out and strangling him to death. As he struggled back up, reorganising his clothes and chair, listening to the snickering of his fellow classmates, he noticed a small hole in his hand and glared at Ninamori, giving her a 'You are so going to get payback later' look, only to be meet with a girl wearing a halo and smiling up at him innocently. He two know tried to contain a throbbing vein that reached out to take her Halo and grate her face in with it. But he also remembered the spot he had hit his head in the impact with the table behind him as he took his seat. He rubbed his hand to see if he'd cut his head open like the last time and noticed a small lump forming. Hmmmm, strange, I could have sworn I didn't hit my head that hard….wait! And as he pondered his thoughts, he noticed the lump was still forming. No. Not exactly forming. Moving. What the hell?! It can't be…I haven't felt that since…since…His thoughts trailed as something yellow and red flew past the window and a sound was made that sounded like a cat being shaken by a witch in mid cackle. He turned his head sharply and glared, missing the figure, but still extremely worried by the sudden appearance of something that jolted his memory and made his heartbeat like a dog on steroids.
No…it couldn't be….after all this time…but that mea….
The loud school drill signifying the end of the day made him jump in his seat and it took him a couple of seconds to father out what was going on around him, when a voice broke his train of thought. Ninamori stared at him and knew he hadn't heard so repeated herself.
"Are you going to walk me home today or not?"
"Huh…oh…If you want me to." Usually he would have snapped back at her to walk herself home, then ended up going with her himself anyway, but because of his compliancy, she instantly sensed something was not right.
"Hey, Naoto are you ok? You look a little pale? Did I stab you to hard with compass again?" Her face looked genuinely worried and her hands shoot up to her mouth in horror at the thought that they'd have to take him to the nurse due to blood loss…again.
Regainging his composure and to not worry her he simply said, "Don't worry, I just got a shock when I looked and saw you're face so close." He smiled devilishly again and she knew he was alright, otherwise she wouldn't have taken a swing at him with the compass to the back of his head, but he ducked quickly and saw her implant it into the guy infront, who yelped and then threw his head forward onto his desk, bleeding profusely.
"Ooops, Sorry Keji, you know what they say, third time's the charm", and she smiled innocently to the back off his head as if his eyes would appear. The guy infront raised his hand, either signalling, 'Nah, that's fine, the bleeding's beginning to stop' or 'Could you please get the nurse, I think I can feel my legs going to sleep again', either way Naota and Ninamori just looked at each other, patted the guy on the back and walked out of the classroom.
Along the way home, Ninamori was as usual talking about whatever she would, be it her parents, her latest role in a play, her letters to her pen pals in America, Naota would always pretend to be pretended to be interested, when in fact today especially, he always had something else on his mind. They stopped at the bridge of memories and Ninamori left him, proclaiming she had a 'hot date' later, which Naota figured was her way of saying she was going to buy some make-up and feminine products and just didn't want him there with her. Five minutes and still at the bridge he walked sullenly back to his house, still shadowed in his thoughts of today's events.
It can't be real; I have to be imagining it like last time. Yeah, has to be that, no other explanation. But…what if its not? What if she is coming back? Why? Atmosk left and flew off and she left with him, with a 'Maybe next time.' Even if she is coming back, why after all this time?
As he squandled to find an answer inside his mind, he walked up the path to his front door, not noticing the yellow Vespa, now parked delicately into the wall.