Chapter 3- Introductions
"...Stupid, demonic, cold fish Carnivore..." I mumble under my breath
along with some other colorful words. My best friend looks at me, not shock
at my appearance as I poke at the softball size dark blue and black bruise on my
arm. She sighs, munching on a riceball, and, with her slight French accent,
questions,
"So, he wouldn't let you into the Disciplinary Committee?" A dark
cloud looms over my head as I still mumbling got louder and my poking
intensifies. She sighs 'masochist' before she giggles and offers me her other
riceball.
"You forgot your lunch again, Kisa-chan." Looking up at her, I pout but
gratefully accept the food. Gnawing on the yummy riceball, I absently listen to
the red-head talk about some sort of French fashion. A loud "Hiii!"
brings my roaming thoughts back from space. I glance lazily over my shoulder
and set my drowsy eyes upon three boys. More so the brunette with sepia eyes.
Sawada Tsunayoshi. He is also known as No-Good Tsuna by his fellow classmates.
He has poor grades, a cowardly demeanor but a sweet personality, and he is
horrible at sports. But recently, his luck has turn around for he is not the
same old No-Good Tsuna anymore. Just over the past few days he has gain new
friends and new found respect from some of his fellow schoolmates. Hehe. I
remember a couple of days ago he was running around town in his boxers
screaming about his "dying will". Whatever that is.
Sitting on his right is a strange individual with his silver chin-length hair,
olive green eyes, and not to mention his boisterous personality. His name is
Gokudera Hayato, an Italian male who can pull bombs out of nowhere. The first
day when he arrived at school, Gokudera disliked Sawada. Now they have become
very close friends and the silverette sticks up for the poor teen.
Across from him, on the other side of Sawada, is Yamamoto Takashi. A very naïve
but handsome male with short black hair, tan skin, and a lovely carefree
personality. He is the baseball star here at Namimori but he is great at other
sports and very athletic. Did I forget to mention his smile? No wonder he is
one of the heartthrobs of the middle school.
It seems that Sawada was yelling about something Gokudera had said. I couldn't
hear what he is saying though because the bell rings to signal the end of
lunch. Shoving the rest of the riceball into my mouth, I turn back around to
face the teacher as he walks in through the door to start the next lecture.
