Chapter 3: All Aboard Chariot to Hell

"Is there a reason as to why you find it necessary to walk me to school this morning?" I ask nonchalantly as I focus on getting the words from my book into my head while trying to walk peacefully with my leeringly older sister beside me.

I had woken up this morning to find her sitting at the kitchen island all dolled up. Usually, I wouldn't question the matter seeing as how she quite often went out for breakfast with some of her usual and non-frequent clients, as she likes to call them, from the Maid café. But deep down, I knew this was her way of just trying to get a score out of a free, hot meal. Something that wasn't often prepared or seen of in our house. She was clever in that way. Probably one of the things that I had grown to admire about her.

But today was unusual. Instead of leaving before me, my sister left with me. I hadn't said much about the matter seeing as how she had remained quiet for half the trip to school. But as we were nearing closer to the point where other student's were walking around us, she became increasingly obnoxious as she used my body as some sort of shield. But with the way she was dressed, she had no problem grabbing anyone's attention.

"Like I keep telling you, mind your own business!" she quietly snarls out, as she begins to lean onto my back. Coming to a halt, I shut my book angrily as I feel her large breasts threatening to engulf the back of my head.

Stepping on her toes that were in plain sight due to the flashy wedges she was wearing, she yelps as she stumbles back and taken by the tone that I hadn't heard her infamous, ear wrenching scream, I had figured the least that someone had caught her. Or better yet, the people from her homeland had finally arrived and taken her far, far away.

"You're lucky that someone caught you," I tell her in annoyance as I cross my arms tiredly over my chest. Upon turning around to face her and her unfortunate saviour, I find myself cracking an eye as to what was unfolding in front of me.

I watch in disgust as my sister helplessly clings onto Aomine, a dreamy, glossy eyed look on her face as she squeezes her protruding breasts into his chest, causing him to look down at her in lust.

So this is why she had been following me all along. My sister really did have no shame hitting on a freshman when she was a senior.

"You know, I had a dream that you and I would meet. I'm so embarrassed that you have to see me looking like this. I'm such a mess," she giggles embarrassingly, as she bites her lips in distraught while making sure his eyes were locked on him.

Here was another thing I envied about my elder sister. The fact that she could lie so bluntly and with that have the power within her to manipulate men, and women on the rare occasion, to get whatever she wanted really was something they couldn't teach you with books. By now, I was positive that she had to be an extraterrestrial life form.

As I stare shamefully as to what would be my "role model" and ace of a team, the love-stricken duo stare at each other in lust. I particularly take pleasure at the look on Aomine's face. He was trying very hard. Very hard to pull away yet from the look of pain on his face I could tell his hormones were screaming at him to just take her behind the school and strip her dry.

It was like watching the good and the bad duel it out. Heaven and Hell trying to thwart one another for the victory they craved so badly for.

Scoffing out loud, I figured it was time to wrap up the cheese fest that was going on in front of me. Taken by the passing students' looks, things were starting to look a little bit off. The last thing I needed was rumours spreading around about my star ace. Albeit I'd love to see Aomine caught in a big rift, now was not the time to be getting caught up in some half assed teen drama. Plus, although my sister's reputation was pretty much non-existence, I still would like if she just kept to pleasing the older men that came in and went through her life.

Grabbing the back of her dress, I restrain the dog in heat before me from doing anything else. Like humping his leg, God forbid.

"Hiyori-chan, let go of-"

"I think it's time you went back to whatever bridge you came out from, old hag," I insult causally, as I push my sister away from Aomine and I.

Shooting me an incredulous look, my ears perk up as I hear Aomine interject into our sisterly conversation.

"Oi, Hiyoko. You shouldn't talk to your-"

"Hm? What's this? Fighting her battles already? You might as well put a ring on it. Better yet, a leash," I snide in remark, as I look back between him and her.

Each blush greatly, as Aomine turns to rub the back of his head in shame.

"I'm sorry. But my sister has other, personal matters to attend to and as much as this may pain you, you will not be one of those jobs."

"I wouldn't mind giving him a job, though," mumbles my sister from behind. Swiftly elbowing her in the gut, I kick her to the curb where I order for to absence immediately.

She does so, but not before waving shyly towards Aomine.

Sighing into my palm, I as well order for Aomine to walk in front of me.

Stopping before me though, he moves in dangerously close, threatening to close the now little gap that was now present between our faces.

"Looks like someone got bit by the jealousy bug!" he chuckles out loudly, slapping me on the back as he runs away.

"Looks like someone contracted idiocy," I mumble to myself as I walk towards the school, hastily rubbing my upper back in pain and grotesque.

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"…and now if we take the tangent of this line and…"

"Hi…yoko!"

Tapping the edge of my pencil on my notebook, I try to tune out the annoying whisper of my name that was coming presently from behind.

It was now currently the middle of math class. See, I had already established with the teacher and what I had assumed everyone else that my seat was upfront in the corner. Secluded from all the other students who actually needed to pay attention to the lesson before them. Me, I already knew all the material. But apparently the teacher from earlier had been transferred to a different school meaning that we had received a different one. Also meaning that he now had no time for whatever I had to say again. Deeming it fit that the student's would be much more willing to ask me for help if I interacted with them, he permanently sat me in the dead middle of the class within the sea of mongrels. Well, not everyone was a mongrel. Just the boy behind me was.

The lesson was nearing its end for today and for some reason, Aomine couldn't sit straight nor quiet for the remainder of it. If he wasn't whispering my name, he was throwing balls of paper at the back of my head. If he wasn't doing that, then he was kicking my desk from behind, resulting it to scrape noisily against the floor as he did so. Causing some students to turn and give me dirty looks. All I did was give them the same look, but twice as bad considering their fearful, strained looks afterwards.

"Hi…yoko-ko…Hiyo-"

"What?!" I snap quietly, as I turn in annoyance behind me. Aomine stares at me with a grin as he leans in towards me, his face resting upon his palm.

"Is your sister seeing someone?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Anyone but you, that's for sure."

Turning back around to face the front of the class, I hear Aomine finally pick up his pencil and begin to write something down for what, sadly enough, was the first time since we had started class.

But much to my dismay that he was actually trying to learn, he instead throws a ball of paper onto my desk.

Contemplating whether or not to throw it away, my curiosity gets to the best of me when I find myself almost eagerly opening up the crumpled note.

"Look. Just tell me ya' want me all for yourself and I'll give up on her. ;)"

Twitching at his sudden upfront nature, I decide to play along with his little game and scribble a note back in return.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'd rather spend my last days in the arms of Mr. Okita than by your side."

Instead of tossing the ball of paper behind me, for some reason I had decided to turn around to place the note on Aomine's desk. Probably so he could see the look of self satisfaction on my face that was to come when he would open it.

But as I turn once again to face the front of the class I find Mr. Okita to be staring directly at me. At this time, it doesn't occur to me that he would yell at me. Or do anything for that matter. But then I remember he wasn't our previous teacher who didn't mind as to what I did or didn't do, seeing as how I had implemented some type of fear within her. Yet it was clear that my attitude did not frighten him the least, taken by his sudden figure that was approaching Aomine and I.

Then am I alerted of the note I had just scribbled to Aomine behind me, which I finally hear him beginning to crumple open.

Whipping around in my seat, I am too late.

I watch in horror and dread as Mr. Okita yanks the note from Aomine, reading the few, yet painful words for myself that were written on it.

"Hiyori. Aomine. To the principal. Now."

See, Aomine had been the end to my middle school life. Probably to my own life in general. Yet now he was proving to also be the end to my high school life as well.

I suppose that leaves me no choice but to end Aomine's life after what he has just brought me into.