The Funeral of Hearts
Session Deux: Revelations
"Hey, did you hear about the privy school?" a young teen asked.
"I hear a lot of things about that school, why don't you tell me what you heard." His acquaintance replied.
"It was ruined in the quake over the weekend! They say it would've been fine but some rioters set fire to their chemistry labs…One word: Boom!" he explained most enthusiastically, raking a hand through his thick brown hair.
"Your point being?" His Aryan companion asked in a sigh. "That chemicals go boom?" he mocked.
"All the privies that aren't going on home studies are going to be coming to school with us! Rich, rich, rich, filthy rich kids with us, public school lower class trash! Ferrari's and Chevy's in the same parking lot! Chaos! Anarchy! The sky is"
"Taichi, shut-up, I get the picture…And it's finally nice to be portrayed as something other than, unworthy scum, thank you Taichi." He commented as they made their way down the immense halls. "So…about 250 privies to a few 1000 public, oh my god we're out numbered, they'll take over the school for sure." He joked as they turned the corner.
"You don't get it, do you? You obviously aren't seeing the big picture. Say bye-bye to our regular routines. Bid farewell to your lab partners, say adios to your locker buddy…We'll have to change the way we manage for some trust fund kids." He tried to get the point across to his friend who simply rolled his eyes.
"The big picture, eh? Obviously your hair is only allowing you to see your picture…Our regular routine blows. My lab partner's a moron, the guy couldn't even tell the difference between and alkyne and carboxylic acid; 10th grade material need I remind you…My locker buddy smells like wet garbage on a hot summer day…I don't know about you, but I can certainly go for a few changes." He said as he opened his locker.
"…Really? Have you forgotten about the sex kitten of a bed buddy you have...In the same school as your ex. Not only that, throw in your friend's boyfriend, and you've got a problem." Taichi said.
"I'm sorry to inform you of this but my life isn't some kind of soap opera, now shut up and get to class you bum," he said walking down the hall and away from his friend.
"As many of you have probably heard," the lecturer began in a god awful humdrum voice. "The Immanuel Academy for the Elite was pretty much destroyed. So this twist simply means adjustments, change, new life," his tone becoming duller by the second. "…New lab partners…and…attention…here are the new students," the man spoke.
He tuned him out, his cold eyes fixated on the door…waiting and praying for a privy to walk in through the door. Tightening his grip on the pencil he deeply inhaled as the doorknob slowly twisted open. Six students all dressed in the black and red Immanuel Academy uniforms stepped into the class all eyes were on them. A low crunching sound was emitted from the object in his hand as his worst fear was realized. She was in one of his classes and so was her official/certified boyfriend. He focused his attention on her when she smiled in his direction. No physical reaction was made to this; the only response she received was an intensified cutting glare.
"Now students, there are 12 open seats please feel free to sit anywhere you please." The teacher instructed them.
They all seemed rather hesitant as they scoped the class, all except her that is. She did as he expected her to do: walk around every desk occupying a male circle around the seat as if to examine it and simply walk away. She did however find a seat, the conveniently vacant seat next to his. She flashed a smile in his direction; he gave only a very slight nod, acknowledging her presences. She scoffed at his reaction and turned away from him.
A note fell upon the surface of his desk, he looked towards his left where he saw her rolling her eyes and gestured towards the note. Opening the paper his eyes were greeted by hot pink ink. Giving her a strange look he proceeded to read her note:
I'm going to the rest room
A puzzled expression on his face, again she rolled her eyes and grabbed the paper from him. She handed the note to him once more; and again he read:
You sure can be dense sometimes, but it's cute in a way.
Just meet me outside, follow my lead
She raised her hand high in the air so that the teacher would have no trouble spotting her out. "Yes, Ms. Taichikawa?" the teacher questioned.
"May I go to the rest room?" She requested in her sweetest voice. He nodded in approval, she smiled pushed her seat in and left.
He looked up at his instructor and shook his head in disappointment. How easily he approved of the desirable temptress. No more than two seconds later he too raised his hand. "Yes, Yamato?" the teacher asked annoyance clearly visible in his voice.
"Restroom?" he asked.
"Do you have it in you to serve 15 minutes detention for it?" he asked.
With a sigh and a quick roll of h is eyes he responded, "Sure," he said as he pushed his seat in and left.
As the door shut behind him he was pushed up against the wall. She pressed her lips against his, however; he reluctantly parted. "You do recall that we're in a school," he said causing a frown to appear on her face.
"Whatever, ask me my classes," she demanded.
"Why?" he questioned as he backed her into the wall.
"Be like a pair of Nikes and just do it," she told him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"…What classes do you have?" he asked with a great sigh, a smile appeared on her face.
"Yamato, I'm so glad you asked! I have AP Biology with Mr. Nino, then I have 12p English with Mrs. Kisei, after that I have trig with Ms. Wilson, and finally welding with Mr. Weaver." She listed with a grin on her face.
"You didn't…Mimi I really don't see a point to this," he said the corners of his lips beginning to form a frown.
"What do you mean you don't see a point? I had all my classes rearranged so that I could have them all with you," she told him.
"I noticed that Mimi…It's just that it seems a bit strange to me that's all…What about Michael don't you want to have any classes with him, he is your boyfriend after all…I'm just the guy you go to afterwards," he said a sinister look forming on his face.
"Don't worry, it won't seem like such a bad idea in a month or two," she said leaning up to kiss him. "I assure you of that," she whispered into his ear.
"…Mimi, do you even know how to weld?"
A.N.: yes, I've decided that I'm not going to call them chapters; instead I'll go with session. Then just for the hell of it, add French numbering, I think I'm going to have to rename the first chapter then…Maybe not though…
