The hand belonged to a willowy, well-endowed Senior girl. She had honey-blond hair that looked as though it had been cut with garden shears (and somehow it looked amazing) She was wearing a short, translucent gray blouse over a black tanktop, as well as a faded pair of cutoff jeans. Szayel thought that they seemed to have been fished out of a second-rate thrift shop, but on this girl, they could have been found on the racks of American Eagle. On her neck, there was what Szayel inferred to be a shark tooth hanging around a coil of faded, fragile, rope. All in all, her appearance looked hastiy and scruffy, yet the way she carried herself made the overall effect look vintage and hipster. This layed back outfit was a stark contrast with her sharp, narrow steely blue eyes that would not have looked out of place on the conquerer of an looked awe-inspiring, determined, and threatning. A force to be reckoned with. Dictators throughout history would have been more than willing to engage in hour long bedding wars over possesion of them (should eye transplants have been possible and the necessary scenarios had taken place) At the moment, they were filled with irritation and outrage, no doubt meant for Nnoitra.
Behind this girl was a slimmer one (no doubt also a senior) She had on a long, white blouse which extended far past her hands. Szayel wondered why she hadn't the sense to purchase an article of clothing that was at least roughly a match for her body proportions or at least tailored her shirt to fit them. At the moment, both her completely encompassed limbs were held in front of his mouth, for the purpose of concealing her fits of giggles. This precaution seemed rather infuriatingly useless because firstly the sleeves the length of the Nile river wouldn't have been sufficient in covering her upper torso, vibrating with frivolous audible snickering nor would they have supressed her almond-shaped eyes (was she Asian like Tomo?), scrunched up like a wad of used gum with her laughter. Szyael took into note that the girl was freakishly pale skinned (was today the first time she had entered the sunlight since the day of her birth or something?), had murky borwn hair that bordered on the edge of hunter-green and that there was a weird design done in makeup consisting of three pink polka dots in the corner of each of her eyes. Szayel found himself disliking this girl immensely.
"Harassing freshmen now?" Sighed the blond girl.
"That's a new low"
"And I really didn't think you could sink into any more practices that were more disgusting than you already did" Added the mouth-muffler in an infuriatingly taunting, childish voice.
"Once again, I overestimated you. When will I ever learn that you are a total slimeball with no sense of dignity or standards whatsoever?"
Nnoitra pushed himself up hastily and glared at the muffler.
"Do you want a mouth full of loose teeth, Sung-sun?" He snapped.
"Not if my mouth is going to end up looking anything like yours" Replied the muffler (apparently called Sung-sun) cooly.
"Bitch!" Roared Nnoitra as he advanced towards her.
He was grabbed by his black vest and pushed backwards by the blond girl.
"Nnoitra," She said in a dangerous tone.
"If I didn't know from experience that reporting you to the teachers wouldn't make any difference with you, I would be marching you to the Principal's office right now"
Nnoitra smirked.
"Good to see that realization's finally been drilled into your thick head" He drawled.
"That said, I will not tolerate this behavior if I see it again" She continued
"And what are you going to do if you aren't relying on the oh-so powerful teachers?" Simpered Nnoitra.
"Do you want to find out?" She responded in a tone that said "you don't"
Nnoitra scoffed and glared at Tomo.
"I was just trying to boost your self-esteem on the first day, chinky" He muttered darkly
"Boost your morale. Give you the ultimate Freshman girl's experience. You know how many freshman chicks would kill to have a hot senior like me hit on you?"
"Last I checked, the ultimate Freshman girl's experience didn't involve having creepy, piano toothed, animated toothpicks harass them and try to soil their clothing with their bodily fluids" Cut in the blond
"And class will be starting in a few minutes so I suggest that you go to your first period"
If looks could kill, the blond girl would have been rendered to a bloody scrap of flesh by Nnoitra's livid expression. For a moment it seemed like he was going to lunge at her. Instead however, he swiftly turned around and began marching in the other direction, muttering what seemed like a multitude of ill fortunes upon the blond that involved her regretting her procreation.
Once the black-haired stick-insect was out of the way, Tomo shyly peered up at the Blond.
"Thanks for helping me with that creepazoid" She murmered.
"It was my duty" Responded the rescuer.
"My name is Tier Harribel and I'm head of the committee of student sexual harassment. I wouldn't deserve the post if I let perverted misogynists like that Noitra J. Gilga feel free to roam the campus, objectifying and making unwanted advancements towards any girl who's body proportions he approved of"
She spoke in a stately and authoritative voice, like the commander of an army. But at the same time, there was an underbelly of kindness and comfort in her tone that had been non-existant when addressing Nnoitra.
"It was totally cool how you got him to back off like that" Said Szayel sheepishly, feeling it would be inadequate for him not to compliment her after she had saved his friend when he could not.
"Well, he and I have a history that goes back to when we were freshman. I've been hindering his efforts to grope, stalk, and catcall girls long before I joined the committee" Admitted Harribel. Then she turned around.
"Sung-Sun," She addressed the muffler.
The girl named Sung-Sun nodded and withdrew a neon purple whistle and handed it to Harribel in a solemn display.
Harribel ceremoniously presented the instrument to Tomo in an oddly formal manner,
"This is a rape-whistle" Harribel might as well have said 'this is the secret of the universe' with the way she said this.
"If you ever find yourself being objectified or dehumanizedat the hands of a victim of the patriarchy, simply blow this and I guarantee you, one of the members of the commitee will hear it and immediately come to your defense"
Tomo took it, blushing and stuttering her thanks.
"Me and Sung-Sun have to go to our class now. You and your friend should do so as well" Said Harribel before walking off.
Szayel and Tomo stood dumbfoundedly after them until the latter feebly attempted to restart the conversation before things got too awkward.
"So...who do you have first period?"
"Biology with Mr. Ashido Kano"
"Oh good. I have him to, and we've been in front of his classroom this whole time. Now we won't be late"