Kyo glared at the clock as he impatiently tapped his foot along the ground. Get a move on! He growled inwardly. He looked at the teacher trying to pass the time by actually listening for once. After about 7 seconds, Kyo gave up and went back to growling at the clock. He nearly banged his head repeatedly on his desk when he saw that there was a good 20 minutes left of class.
"I can't take this" he muttered before abruptly getting out of his seat and heading towards the door. With a scowl, Kyo harshly turned the knob and jerked the door open.
"And where do you think you're going?" the insignificant teacher (I mean really, do you guys really care what the teacher's stupid name is?) asked Kyo in a condescending tone.
Kyo barely acknowledged the teacher before snarling, "My stomach hurts" and then slamming the door with a thunderous bang. The teacher, paralyzed by the intensity of the sudden dark aura of Kyo, gave no protest.
Kyo stormed down the hallway, frightening random students with his frightening countenance. In his blinded rage, he didn't really know what he intended to do exactly. Slowing down when he came to that realization, he sagged against a relatively empty hallway wall and placed his head in his hands.
What am I doing?
His fiery hair fell over his eyes and he made no attempt to remove it.
What am I doing?
He asked himself again. Unable to come up with a reasonable answer—a reason at all—he sank down even lower against the wall behind him until he was completely on the ground. What did he exactly expect to do? It's not like he could just bust in Tohru's class all "NYPD" and clean that Hiroko kid's clock. Sure he may have envisioned sending Hiroko flying across the room while staring blankly at the clock in class a few times. But that's sure a heck of a lot different from actually doing it.
Not that I can't do it.
Kyo thought, protecting his pride. He knew that he was more than capable to beat the little squirt down to pulp. Even thought the 'little squirt' was the same height as himself—if not taller.
Looking around, Kyo searched for a working clock. Finding none (ones that worked anyway), Kyo got up and headed down the hall, but instead of walking back to class, Kyo headed in the opposite direction: towards Torhu's.
Walking with brisk steps, Kyo slyly peaked in the through the square-shaped plane of glass on the schools' door. His eyes darted around until they landed on Tohru who wasn't in her usual seat. Making a mental note to find out why later, Kyo's eyes narrowed when she saw that he was sitting behind her. And that's not all that started to get Kyo angry, it was bad enough that arrogant punk was sitting behind her, but was worse was that she didn't seem to mind.
Kyo clenched his fists and silently slipped away from the door and continued walking down the hall. He kicked a nearby row of lockers, causing a resonating thud to echo throughout the empty hallway. Shoving his fists into his pockets angrily, Kyo stomped up the stairs and approached a DO NOT OPEN sign attached to a door. Kyo dismissed the sign as he had hundreds of times before, and strode through, pushing the door roughly.
This was his place of refuge, his sanctuary. The sun overhead shined, occasionally becoming shady as large fluffy clouds floated in front of it. Kyo looked down from his perch, watching the seemingly small parking lot with the even seemingly smaller cars parked in it, and looked beyond it. Yep, the third story roof was perfect.
Lying down, Kyo stretched out with an arm behind his head, absorbing the suns warm rays with closed eyes.
I don't feel like going back to History. Kyo thought, It's gonna end soon anyway.
At that moment, the shrill ringing of the bell was heard, signaling the change of class. The almost unison of the scraping of chairs and the opening of doors could be heard throughout the school as students began filing out into the hallways. The chatter soon cascaded into a thundering mesh of yells, hoots, and other indiscernible noises as students ambled to their classes, taking advantage of the five minutes to socialize before being herded back into a learning environment.
Fearing discovery, Kyo tensed when he heard students' plodding steps on the stairway near him. He laid there, his ears straining for any sign that someone was about to walk in on him and uncover his hide out.
The last few echoing steps resonated off the stairways' walls as the door closed with a heavy thud. The school's noises slowly simmered down to the sound of the doors of classes slamming shut, as they trap their hostages for another 55 minutes.
With the clouds hovering in front of the sun, Kyo opened his eyes and looking into the sky's endless blue, with clouds floating by prettily and smirked.
I don't feel like going to Science either.
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"Where could Kyo-Kun be?" Tohru worried aloud at their next class, "You don't think he's hurt do you?" her eyes widened with at the thought. Her class was devoid of Hiroko or any of the usual gang except for Yuki.
"I'm sure it's—he's fine" Yuki said quickly correcting himself for Tohru's sake. Although it wasn't uncommon for Kyo to skip classes, skipping during second was a little unusual, even for Kyo—who seemed to skip classes at the drop of a handkerchief.
"Do you think that he's in trouble?" Tohru simpered with overly large watery eyes.
Yuki considered it, a thoughtful aura emancipated around him. It wasn't impossible. Kyo was not the most level person that Yuki had ever met. Yuki recalled the numerous occasions of Kyo going off the deep end—temper wise. Punching things, kicking things, smashing and breaking, and his mouth could be just as equally destructive.
"Maybe" Yuki said, with a tilt of his head, "But I'm sure it's nothing major" he added. Most school incidents—and the people involved in them—usually ended up being referred to the vice principal. The VP being a person who believed that a nice big hug was necessary after every time a student decided to pour plastic explosive down a pencil sharpener, or that the cafeteria's creamed corn was better used in the soap dispenser; served as Kyo's single motivation for staying out of the vice principles' office and ultimately trouble—well big trouble anyway.
"So," Yuki said starting a new topic of conversation, "Where's the new student?" he asked motioning behind her.
"Oh, Hiroko-Kun?" Tohru asked, "He had woodshop" she answered.
I'm afraid what will come of allowing him with power tools, Yuki thought dryly.
"So what do you think of him?" Yuki asked tilting his head to the side, his whole attention directed at Tohru.
"Well…" Tohru looked around nervously, "He's very…interesting" she said finally as she released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
Yuki raised an eyebrow and Tohru quickly tried to put together an explanation.
"I know that's he's kind of strange, but he's actually pretty nice" Tohru recalled the hair incident in the previous period and tried not to flush, "He's…he's full of these odd ideas and sometimes says the most bizarre things" Tohru looked at Yuki and shrugged, "He's just interesting"
Before Yuki could reply, the teacher called the class to order, and the classroom chatter died.
Yuki sat straight in his desk, unlike the rest of his classmates who lay sprawled in various positions on top of their desks. Even Tohru struggled to stay awake, with one-minded determination; Tohru would shake herself and stare intently at the teacher and what she was saying. But then she would start blinking; the blinks would then become more frequent and longer lasting, until she sat swaying in her seat with eyes closed. Eventually, she would jerk awake and the whole cycle would start over again.
Unfazed (or just plain uncaring) the teacher continued to drone on and explain the differences of general relativity to equivalence property—both, which were equally boring.
The slamming of the door jolted everyone out of their slumber, and all sleepy eyes went towards door.
"Wha…" Tohru sleepily mumbled as she struggled to open her eyes.
Yuki quickly cut his gaze towards the door and frowned.
Kyo burst through the door, uniform slightly rumpled and with several twigs and leaves in his messy orange hair. He strode through the classroom headed towards his seat in the back of the classroom.
"And where were you?" the teacher asked in a nasally tone with eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Stomach ache" Kyo replied with tonelessly as he walked through the row of desks. He stopped when he came to Tohru's, "We need to talk" he said coldly.
Tohru looked up at him in part shock and part fear, "But we can't just leave…" she protested lamely.
"After class" he said, and without waiting plopped himself down in his seat in the back of the classroom, waiting for class to end.
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That wasn't a cliffy was it? I don't consider it a cliffy, since I didn't end it with some "Omg! He did not just say that" dialogue. I might have attempted to make this longer but my cat is a serious haphazard to my typing, since he like's to go crazy behind the computer and god knows what he does to those wires back there. And that's not it! There was this random power surge so my computer wasn't working. Like, it wouldn't turn on. Well I obviously fixed it, and here you go! Sorry I haven't written in so long. I haven't updated any of my stories recently except for Rockstar. Everything else hasn't been updated in like, three months. Oh so many apologies, ((bows)) but please review, I'll try to update next time. Promise! Girl Scouts honor!...How many fingers was it again? Oh well, toodles!