Yo.
Honestly, I written four more chapters over the course of my minor hiatus. However, I haven't had the time to proofread them or anything.
I apologize for my insolence nonetheless.
Either way, here's the next chapter. I'll check out the next chapter and see if anything is wrong with it ASAP.
In addition, if you have forgotten how I use italics, refer back to chapter four.
Enjoy. And I apologize for any grammatical errors.
DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN KILL LA KILL.
Session 5 –
Six Feet Deep (in a Situation I Can't Escape)
"I introduce to you our new member of the student council, Sanageyama Uzu."
"Nice to meet you."
Sanageyama bowed politely. He was in the student council room with his new colleagues, being initiated into their little group. He scoffed inwardly. As soon as he transferred here, he got subjugated. This was embarrassing.
"He will be working as the Co-Chair of the Club Committee." Satsuki continued her introduction of their new member. "Because of the massive volume of established clubs present in Honnouji Academy, work will be split in order to increase productivity. Clubs will be organized into two divisions: athletics and non-athletics. Athletics are what they are: physical sports and games pertaining to competition and heightening one's physical capabilities. Non-athletics, however, will focus on the school's cultural clubs and other miscellaneous clubs."
"Because of Sanageyama-san's credentials and experience, he will handle all dealings with athletics while Jakuzure will oversee non-athletics," Satsuki finished, her eyes scanning the four members.
"Hai, Satsuki," the pink-haired girl grinned.
Sanageyama merely stared at Satsuki.
"On to the next matter, Sanageyama-san," Satsuki called him.
"Yes?"
"As you are already acquainted with Gamagoori, I'll formally introduce you to the other members. Jakuzure Nonon."
"Nice to meet your acquaintance," Jakuzure smiled.
"And Inumuta Houka."
"A pleasure, Sanageyama," Inumuta nodded in acknowledgement.
"This meeting is adjourned," Satsuki stated. "Now get to work."
"HAI!" they all, excluding Sanageyama, replied in unison.
Gamagoori, Inumuta, and Jakuzure all went to and sat at their respected workplaces.
"What should I do?" Sanageyama asked, looking at Satsuki for an answer.
"Help Jakuzure," Satsuki curtly responded. "Both of you are now partners. Learn to work with her."
She was quite quick to the point, completely different from the patient girl who tutored him in math earlier.
Remembering how rudely he acted toward her whenever she tried to teach him, Sanageyama suddenly felt ashamed of himself.
Dammit.
He didn't know how to feel about the person in front of him.
Sighing softly, he turned on his heel and walked to Jakuzure, who was leaning forward to read a packet of papers.
"Oh. And Sanageyama-san," Satsuki called out to him again.
He stopped and looked back. "Yes?"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
He wanted to drown in a lake.
"Yeah," he replied quietly, shifting his eyes away from her concerning stare. "I am."
Satsuki merely nodded back.
For the last hour, he read paper after paper about club requests and club applications. Were the students that bored here that they needed to create brand new clubs? What the hell was Go Soccer anyway?
Still, Sanageyama couldn't get the student council president out of his head. He glanced at Satsuki, who silently read a piece of paper at her desk, for the umpteenth time.
He then looked at the pink-haired girl, Jakuzure. She was nice and kind of cute. When he asked her what to do, she smiled at him sweetly before pointing at one of the huge stacks of paper on her desk.
"Read each and every paper in there and sign if needed. I sorted them yesterday so don't worry. They are all related to the athletics."
He twitched when she said that. Satsuki already predetermined that she'd gain total victory.
Resting another request on the desk he shared with Jakuzure, he looked at the clock on the wall. It was already past 6:30. The sun wasn't going down anytime soon though. It was late April. The cherry blossoms were long gone.
"I'll be taking my leave now." Satsuki rose from her seat, an immense pile of finished papers rested on her desk.
"Good work, Satsuki-sama." Gamagoori looked up from his work.
"Good job today." Inumuta continued typing, uncaring about his surroundings.
"Nice work again, Satsuki," Jakuzure smiled, looking at her best friend's finished pile.
"Great work by all of you as well," Satsuki smiled at each of them. "Don't forget to lock up."
She opened the doors. "I'll see you all tomorrow."
Before she exited, Sanageyama stood up hastily, his palms slamming the desk.
Satsuki raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Sanageyama-san?"
A certain pink-haired girl was the only one paying attention to the exchange.
He gulped. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and bowed.
"G-GOOD WORK TODAY, SATSUKI."
Surprised by his sudden outburst, Satsuki's eyes widened. Within moments, she chuckled and smiled, her eyes softening.
"Welcome to the student council, Sanageyama-san. I expect a lot out of you."
Sanageyama turned beet red.
She understood it.
Satsuki closed the doors delicately, a smile still stuck on her face.
A quiet second later, Sanageyama sat down, unable to stop his face from blushing.
Then, he heard Jakuzure sigh loudly.
"Haaaaah. You're so stupid."
"W-What?"
Did he hear that correctly?
"Why didn't you just say sorry? Sheesh. Guys are so flaky with their feelings," Jakuzure stated with a loud yawn. "Why can't any of you say what you want to say?"
She stared at Gamagoori especially.
"W-What do you mean?" Sanageyama feigned ignorance.
What happened to the cute girl with the sweet smile?
"Giving Satsuki the silent treatment ever since you got here. Then, promptly bowing down to her like an inferior slave…" Jakuzure sighed again, examining her manicured nails in the process. "You're such a bitch."
Sanageyama had the urge to choke someone.
"You shouldn't be calling your colleagues that, Jakuzure… san," Sanageyama scolded her politely with a forced smile.
"You're a bitch."
Sanageyama's eyebrow twitched. "Like you should be saying that to someone." His voice was inches away from flaring up in rage.
"That won't work against her, Sanageyama," Inumuta interjected, his fingers still tapping away on his laptop. "She already knows she's a bitch."
"For some reason, that pissed me off more than it should," Jakuzure muttered spitefully, a tiny vein in a shape of a cross now protruding on her forehead.
"It should, Jakuzure. No one likes being called a bitch."
A paper ball speedily headed its way to Inumuta's head. He dodged it with ease.
"Throwing paper balls now, Jakuzure? You are true to the size of your height."
Jakuzure grunted loudly before plopping her butt on her seat in order to work on her pile again.
Sanageyama looked at the both of them before shrugging and doing the same as the girl next to him.
"Hoi, transfer student," Jakuzure called out rudely after being silent for another 30 minutes.
Sanageyama stopped working again. "What?"
"Do you need help?"
"H-Huh?" Sanageyama blinked, startled by the question. "No. I'm fine."
She nodded. "If you have any questions, just ask. You are my subordinate."
"S-Subordinate?!"
Sanageyama stood up.
"I'm basically in the same position as you!"
"But with a lack of experience. You're just a newbie."
"Y-You…"
"I've been doing this for a year so I'm superior to you."
"Don't worry, Sanageyama," Inumuta interjected again. "She's just flaunting her weight, or what she believes she has."
"If you don't shut up-"
"Don't let her fool you. When she heard you lost against Satsuki today, she was ecstatic. She was literally skipping in the halls since her Club Committee workload got cut in half."
"I-I'm going to-"
"Sink your fangs into me, snake? We have enough violence in this world. We don't need another Napoleon rampaging."
"Tch. Looks like the doggie is learning new tricks," Jakuzure jabbed with a smirk.
"And once again, the snake proves how it can't adapt to new situations."
"Bite me."
Inumuta just went on typing silently again.
Jakuzure, disappointed that he stopped biting back, started working once more.
Sanageyama sighed, staring at both snarkers before reading more club requests again.
Another 30 minutes passed.
"I'm finished for today."
Gamagoori, who had been silent for the entire time since Satsuki left, stood up and stretched. A gigantic stack of paper stood on his desk.
"I'll be leaving."
"Good work today."
The other three occupants replied in different variations of the phrase.
Nodding, Gamagoori left, moving as quietly as possible so the others could focus on their work.
"Ne, doggie."
Jakuzure started talking again.
"What is it?"
Inumuta kept staring at his laptop, not once looking at his associate in the eyes.
"Go buy me juice. I'm thirsty."
"No."
"Why don't follow your master's orders for once?"
"As you can see, I'm trying to finish my work."
She groaned irately before looking at Sanageyama.
"Hey, transfer student."
Sanageyama sighed. "What is it now?"
"Go buy me juice."
"With what money?!"
"Your money."
He nearly blew a gasket.
Before Sanageyama could reject her, Inumuta interrupted their conversation for the third time in the past hour.
"Instead of bothering others about juice, why don't you focus on your work? Or how about this – why don't you get it yourself?"
"Tch. Fine."
Jakuzure stood up angrily, stomping towards the door.
"Do you want anything?"
She looked at the both of them.
Once again, Sanageyama was surprised by her off-putting kindness.
"No, it's fine," Inumuta replied without looking.
She nodded and then stared at Sanageyama. "You?"
He shook his head.
She slammed the door as she left.
Sanageyama sighed. "Does she usually act like this?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Inumuta responded, looking at something else for the first time since his initiation. "Nonetheless, she does have her moments. Don't you think, Sanageyama?"
Inumuta was smiling.
It was an unusual sight to see. Sanageyama thought he was cold-hearted due to his mysterious and sterile appearance. But it looked like he was wrong.
And if he was smarter, he would have seen that his soft smile seemed to underlie another emotion. Admiration? Respect? Or was it deeper than that?
Regrettably, Sanageyama was too ignorant to notice anything else.
Before he could answer though, Jakuzure opened the doors with a bang.
Sanageyama jumped in his seat, alarmed by her entrance.
"Eh? Why don't you look at that?" she smirked. "Got tired of complaining about your anime on the imageboards, otaku?"
"At least the 2D pettanko look more attractive than you."
Jakuzure exploded.
Meanwhile, Sanageyama glanced at Inumuta.
It was like his smile was never there.
Jakuzure's strawberry juice must have really energized her because she seemingly glided through all the papers she looked at, merely skimming them for some seconds before signing or throwing them away.
Within 10 minutes, she stretched and chirped happily. "Finished~~"
Sanageyama groaned inwardly. He looked at his pile of finished work. It was barely half the size of what she completed.
Soon, he heard Inumuta close his laptop shut.
He was finished too.
"Hah. I was done before you," Jakuzure smirked, pointing at him smugly.
"This isn't a race, Jakuzure," Inumuta shrugged, walking towards the exit without a beat.
"Tch. Whatever, doggie." She followed in suit.
Sanageyama felt so slow. Staring at the volleyball club's new request for new balls, he wanted to give up.
"Hoi, transfer student," Jakuzure called out.
"Huh?" Sanageyama looked up.
"Just stop for today," Jakuzure stated. "It's nearly nighttime. The janitor is going to kick you out if he sees you here."
Sanageyama looked at the request and Jakuzure, deciding whether to ignore her or heed her words.
"Plus, considering it's your first day here, you did a nice job today. Rest up and start on it again tomorrow."
"Nonetheless, she does have her moments. Don't you think, Sanageyama?"
Remembering Inumuta's words, he smiled and decided on the latter. Stretching his arms, he got up and followed the two out of the campus.
"You're going to be a great underling, transfer student. I can see it," Jakuzure smirked.
"W-We're in the same position!" Sanageyama reminded her.
"So? Like I said before, I'm a veteran in school politics."
"All you do is sign off papers or throw them away, Jakuzure," Inumuta quipped.
"Like you're any better, doggie. All you do is stare at your 'data.'"
Sanageyama looked at the two as they argued – well, as Jakuzure argued.
He didn't like the situation he was in still, but it was bearable.
That night, he decided to conquer Honnouji Academy from within the student council.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Shoutout to Fictionlovr420, who passionately told me to keep continuing this story. I have to be real for a second. I almost felt defeated because people were barely reading this story. It was irritating, actually. I thought it was due to the fact that the story was being focused on a mere secondary male character.
All in all, I personally thank all the people who read, reviewed, and favorited this. I appreciate it.
K. I think that's all for now.
I hope you enjoyed the story.
Later.
