Sup. Yeah, I haven't really gotten time to post stuff because of school. Seventh grade sure ain't fun. The sad irony about this chapter is that I wrote it the day after Valentine's Day yet I couldn't post it till Easter. Anyways, enjoy~


Month XX, Day X3, Year 2013

Hello, Mr. Book Thingy.

Guess who's back? Back again? Emil's back, tell a friend. Kidding, but yeah I have a song stuck in my head. I blame Matthias since he and his friends, The Bad Touch Trio, invaded my house with a boom box last night. I was going to jump out the window and found a pleasant surprise. And by pleasant I mean total shit. The window had been nailed down to its sill. Twenty-FREAKING-four times. By Norwegian nails. Not just Norwegian nails but a Norwegian brand of Norwegian nails that's for "Child Safety Precautions". So basically… my overly protective Norwegian stereotyped Norwegian brother nailed down my window Norwegian style with Norwegian nails. Norception. Love to hear you say that fifteen times fast. As I'm sure you can tell, it wasn't fun. I had to stay locked in my closet and try not to get groped for the rest of the night.

Why exactly were these weirdoes breaking my house you may ask, Mr. Book Thing. I shall answer; because it was the day after Single's Awareness Day. No, not Valentine's Day. Single's Awareness Day- making the lonely feel even more lonely. Actually, even though I describe the holiday as such, I wasn't alone this year. Nor was I last year, but that's a story for some other time that I feel like making these gay-ass updates. Back to my life, I wasn't alone this year and I actually had a good time. Oh here's a bit of advice for you: NEVER COMBINE DRINKING AND ICE SKATING. Yeah, I wasn't that drunk… maybe just a LITTLE bit tipsy… Okay fine, I fell through the ice but cold showers can be healthy! Notice the big and bulky emphasis on the words CAN BE.

In a nutshell me, Kaoru (le fucking topic), Um… MATHIEU! (Oh yeah! That's his name!), and a bunch of other students all went up north after school to go ice skating and play a bit of hockey. Never thought I'd get my ass beat by such a quiet kid like Mathieu but I guess big surprises come in little nerdy packages. Also, Matthias and Gilbert brought a shit load of bear as refreshments too. And yes we are underage. But it's not like you, a book, can do crap about it. And don't think I'm addicted or anything I mean I was going to say no but well… let's just say a certain Asian douche-bag-of-a-best-friend influenced otherwise. After maybe… two glasses or so? Or was it twelve? I don't know. So anyways I was challenged to an ice skating race by some blonde idiot named Alfie or Alfred or something like that. I WAS going to say no but said yes for the same reason I had said yes to the alcohol. DBOABF strikes again! But as I clearly stated my opponent WAS an idiot. For 1.) Thinking he can skate yet he can't even stand on them. And 2.) For challenging me. I don't remember much… NOT because I was drunk, but because my memory is um FOGGY when I'm having a good time! …Don't think of that sentence in a perverted way. Please ….I can sure get off topic huh? Then again, you ARE a book so this is probably the highlight of your week am I wrong? In the end of my wondrous tale of stupidity in its Icelandic form, I won! … Then jumped and down screaming forgettable profanity at the idiot, cracked through the ice, and almost went completely under. Almost. Good thing good ol' DBOABF has quick reflexes… So yup that's my 2013 Single's Awareness Day story in like three hundred words.

Now… what was I writing about last time? …Sorry for the writing pause there, Mr. Book. I was just rereading my last entry from a few days ago. Wow, I sure sound like a ditz. Oh well, it's not like anyone besides me and you, Mr. Book Thing, are reading this right? Right? RIGHT? Wow off topic… again. This entry about the many discoveries I've learned about my best friend is how I learned he is a terrible role model. Just like all my unlucky life lessons, I had to learn this one the hard way. Why am I cursed in this way? Because I mustn't have been puked up on by any of the Shichi Fukujin (the seven Chinese gods of good luck) or whatever the hell Yao preaches about. Anyways, yeah he doesn't set the greatest examples for me especially, which raises the question why are we friends? Well if you were expecting some kind of answer from me then suck it because I don't really know either. Maybe because…

"DAMNIT! EEEMMMMIIIILLLLL!"

Said white-haired teen, who so happened to be walking down the hall, ducked as book flew at where his head once was. His scared-to-total-freaking-death blue eyes shot a quick glance at the book on the floor. 'The Cod Wars' was engraved on the front cover. This immediately made a sigh leak out of his mouth as he glanced up into the cold eyes of Arthur. He was a gigantic knitting and sewing fanatic, failure at cooking, loud and prickly kind of guy. To say the least, they didn't get along ever since Emil had transferred to the school himself. It first started with them being paired together in home economics class (also known as Family and Consumer Science class) as cooking partners in the first year. For now let's just say that the best grade the two ever got were F-'s and yes, they have received LOWER grades before. Then later in the year the two got in a big fight when learning about the Cod Wars in history class since both were extremely patriotic to their homelands. Arthur gripped onto his shirt collar and gave him a fail glare that looked more like he was constipated. Up close, Emil noticed that he seemed a little bit… darker.

"Why the hell did you bomb my locker, fishy boy?" The ash-covered blonde held up a small TNT casing that had 'Emil' written in pen across the top. Surprisingly, the handwriting was a lot similar to Emil's. But he still wasn't the one that did it.

"I didn't do it. Why would I bomb your locker and have my name on a piece of the evidence? Then you'd know it was me and I'd get in trouble. That'd be the stupidest thing to do in the world."

"Well duh, that's why I think YOU did it."

"Ohh BURN!" A crowd was beginning to surround the two. The crowd began to rile up. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" they cheered with all their might. As Arthur was getting more and more enflamed, Emil took a moment to scan the faces of the crowd in hope that Lukas wasn't around. Big mistake. While he was turned away, Arthur had actually slapped him across the face. His hand made contact hit with a rather sickening crack that rebounded around the entire room. Well everything after that was history. No pun intended. Oh wait never mind it was intended. As a wrap up in general, many things were thrown. And broken. And torn. And yanked. And used as shields. And, in Arthur's case, shaved. Don't ask where Emil found the razor; just know that it was defiantly one of the best weapons he'd ever discovered against the Englishman. Not even ten minutes later though, both boys in the principal's office and were given 3 weeks detention. Yup fifteen afternoons of doing nothing. Starting today. Arthur was living/rotting out his detention in the principal's office while Emil was suffering his process of torture in the history class room. He obviously got the higher amount of luck by being in a detention room by himself while Arthur was with three other mischief-makers. He was just peacefully alone… for a small amount of time anyways.

"You have to stay in there for three hours, got it?" A teacher farther away yelled at some unfortunate person elsewhere.

"Whatever…" The voice was familiar.

As the door swung over in walked a certain teen that he'd met yesterday. Emil felt suddenly self-conscious. All alone. In a room. In detention. With Kaoru. He could have sworn that the awkwardness in the air was actually tangible. It felt like… whatever tangible awkwardness feels like. Before Kaoru could notice him, he slipped back behind a random history book shelf. He couldn't be seen and if he was he could just say he was studying. Anyways, it seemed at first as though the Kaoru didn't notice him since he sat down on a random desk and used the chair as a foot rest. After a few minutes he let out a loud sigh.

"Hiding isn't very attractive you know." Damn he knew he was there… No use in pretending.

"I'm not hiding; I'm just uh… studying."

"Well… that's you're a first, Icey. I've never met a man who verbally admits that he studies porn." Immediately Emil jerked his head to look at the nearest book shelf near to his head. Damn it. Damn it all. Emil dashed out from behind the bookshelf almost tripping on a chair and successfully knocking it over, making a loud bang. He was oh so very smooth. Yes, he was indeed the term 'swag' in a nutshell. A tight suffocating one at that. He glared at the other who was smirking at him but as he could feel on his face he was failing miserably. At least he didn't make mightily constipated expressions like certain British people.

"Shut up." He growled seething in embarrassment.

"Aww, Icey, you wound me so much." Replied a mocking monotone.

"Stop calling me Icey."

"It fits you perfectly. So no."

"Look in this really cool thing called a mirror sometime."

"Ugh, you're so annoying."

"Thanks I've been workin' on it."

"Yeah, I can tell… what are you doing?" Emil questioned as the other room occupant stood up from his spot.

"Sneaking out." He replied in casual yet bored tone of voice that sounded as if breaking rules was the most casual thing ever. Especially on the second day of school. Then again chances are that, in Kaoru's case, this IS casual…

"…no comment…"

"Oh… good, help me open this air vent." Kaoru replied still rather bored while standing up on chair that he had placed on a chair

'"…What makes you think I'm going to help you with this?"

"What makes you think you won't help me with this?" He leaned closely into Emil's face. The albino reddened considerably but maintained his ground. He wasn't going to crack that easily… or at least he hoped.

"Stop staring at me." As told, Kaoru sighed and backed off to lean against the wall.

"It's people like you that kill fun… such a disappointment…" Kaoru sighed with exaggerated dejection while twirling a firecracker around his finger to think up some way he could get his soon-to-be partner in crime to come along with him.

"Don't speak like I'm not in the room-" He cut himself off when he noticed the firecracker. In several seconds they were both on the floor as Emil found himself pinned on top of the other teen. "YOU DID IT! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I'M STUCK HERE!" He screamed and to be honest he really wasn't sure where his anger came from but decided to go with the flow.

"Dude, what are you talking about…?" Kaoru asked curiously before sliding his hands out from Emil's grasp and lacing them behind his head. This frustrated the Icelander.

"Don't even fricken DARE play stupid."

"I'm not playing stupid." In a matter of seconds, they rolled as Kaoru pinned him face down into the floor, placed his knee down harshly on his back and held a lit match at his neck. Where he got the match and lit it so quickly, Emil will never ever know. The little flame glittered dangerously close to his skin. "Speak." The monotone command was very hushed yet serious.

"I'm stuck in detention because someone bombed Arthur's locker, he blamed me, we got in a fight, and I shaved his eyebrows. He thought it was me because my name was written on it but it sure as hell wasn't me. Why would it be me? I don't know nor do I give a fuck. Now, get. The. Hell. Off." As a silence settled in Kaoru smirked to himself.

"And suddenly, it all makes sense… thanks a lot Yong Soo"

"No, no it doesn't!" Emil squirmed as the heat danced dangerously close to his skin.

"Yeah well, I got in trouble for sneaking out of class. Since I was stuck in detention I was going to ask my older brother to be my accomplice in breaking out but I guess he was being a lazy ass and put someone else up to the job. Who would've thought it'd be you?" As he explained his reasoning, Kaoru stoked his fingers through the Icelander's hair while thinking which thoroughly embarrassed Emil to the core.

Suddenly the door opened and a teacher stormed in. Shit just got serious.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing to that other student!? GET OFF HIM! Inappropriate conduct is not allowed in here, mister!" The teacher howled so loudly it must have echoed throughout the entire school. And to probably a lot of people, especially people who dwell in THIS school, it sounded wrong. Really wrong. At least there weren't that many people in the school at this time. The weight pressed into his back disappeared as did the flickering flame by his neck. Emil stood up immediately from the shock of embarrassment and when he looked up, he saw that Kaoru had darted up the chair on the desk and had actually managed to get into the air vent. The teacher that had walked in was yelling something to get the misbehaving student down which wasn't working of course. Kaoru sat along the edge swinging his feet just barely over the teacher's head to mock him.

Watching the acts of his fellow delinquent actually shocked him. It was as if it had shot some kind of adrenalin that coursed freely through him. A rush of excitement at the prospect of not caring about rules. He was raised learning to do as told so as instincts go, he did. But this time something snapped in him and shifted his thoughts around. He didn't need rules and he could do as he pleased. He wouldn't dare stand still when he realized that he could shape his life the way he wanted it. A newly found freedom that came from who knows where. And because of that, he ran. He wasn't sure when he decided to run, he just knew that he did. Nor was he sure when he'd jumped up on to the chair and latched on to the vent either but he did that too. When he was pulled up by his new reference of mischief, his mind was going a mile a minute and wasn't stopping anytime soon. Millions of words were spluttered at the two from about seven feet from the ground yet he found himself laughing along as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. And in this exact moment his point of view changed. Not forever but for the situation. The rest of their escape was rather fuzzy in his memories as they'd managed to escape the school and pull a few more pranks such as bombings and other torture methods.

This is where a new future turn had been taken for him. A future of songs that consisted stressed themes, learning the ways of street life, knowledge of what happens in the darker corners of the earth and even a bit of self-defense. If you'd asked the Emil of long ago about himself he probably wouldn't have even scratched the surface of his newly found knowledge, but now he became someone of a current day. Now he'd probably mention playing the sick game to escape school with Kaoru or spray painting the rougher city alley ways and hanging with people that probably declined his innocent nature. But the number one thing he'd mention is that it was fun. Every single moment ignited the more deleterious desires of his mind. This didn't concern anyone too much considering that his love for trouble was a secret to the open world. He and Kaoru worked as more of a team really. Emil would help or tag along for the hell of whatever Kaoru did and Kaoru took the punishment whole heartedly. Because of course, being an insane pyro and all, he would never ever deny the thrill of giving people hell. As partners in crime, anyone would be able to tell that they suited each other in a strange yet obvious way. This life was just so much fun. And it started all because of a bad role model should have never met.

Sorry was I drifting off into thought there? Whatever, I have little left to write any more for boredom took its toll. G'night, Mr. Book Thing.

~Emil.


So um... yeah. Review and tell me what mistakes I've made or if there are any weird time confusions (I think there might be) since I kept changing around todays and yesterdays and first and second years. I'll try and update this again very soon! HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!

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