Worth more than I thought

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This story. 117 hits.

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Chapter 3

The second hand cast a long shadow over the face of the clock as it rotated smoothly. The minute hand ticked to the number 'twelve' and the clock now read '7:00'. The workings inside it could be heard if you squinted; the slightly rusted joints and cogs fitted together, setting the beeper off... which also made the girl in bed start swearing.

The cotton sheets rustled, a moan, then a mumbled 'fuck this' and a slender hand slammed itself unceremoniously across the bedside table. It flailed round uselessly and another curse was heard when the girl couldn't find the source of the beeping noise. The white sheets were pushed aside and the girl placed her bare feet on the wooden floor.

Shit. She thought. It's fucking cold.

She wandered round, trying to find the alarm clock… only to find it under her bed. She sighed, and clicked the red button on its peak, forcing the annoying beep to a stop. She sighed yet again, and pondered whether to go back to bed again, until she saw the time on the clock face.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and she took off, searching for her school uniform.

"Shit!"

Slamming the gate of the Black mansion open, she ripped her way through the neighborhood, earning several half-hearted barks from the sleepy neighborhood dogs.

It was almost eight by the time she had started running on the shorter of the paths towards school. She always woke up late but hardly ever got to school late. It wasn't like she wanted to wake up this late, but with her hectic lifestyle, she hardly have enough time to eat, let alone sleep. She had always pondered greatly on whether she should continue her education in The Black Order, when it had such a demanding curriculum and forbade her to work.

Her resolve always hardened at the thought of her asshole of a father and how she should make her life seem unaffected even though he left her. Her father had left her with nothing. Except a shit load of debts and… a house. She didn't care much for neither, and she would swap the house for a functional flat any day… but she was underage. Old enough to work, but not enough to rent or buy things like a flat. Anita-sama would help her if she asked, but it pained her to worry the beautiful Chinese women any further.

Anyhow, it was a plus that the Black Mansion was near the school, so she would get there on-time. She shuddered to think how she would manage if she lived where Lavi did. Probably need a flying hammer to get to school on time.

Flying hammer? Hikari frowned. Now wasn't the time to think of ridiculous things! She shook herself mentally. Maybe she should have got breakfast this morning; Hikari hadn't eaten anything since she came back from work last night. It was going to cost her—

"Running Late, I see." A awfully familiar voice directed at Hikari.

"Shit." She muttered.

Her head whipped to the left to see Cross Marian, faming hair and all. He was smirking and it took all of Hikari's self-restraint not to give him a dent in the face. She sighed and stared determinedly back at the school.

"Is this how you treat all your teachers?"

"Shut it, I don't want to deal with you right no—"

She frowned as the building seemed to go fuzzy at the edges. Damn. She should have got breakfast… was the last thought she fell. She vaguely registered a pair of strong arms and someone shouting at her in a concerned tone of voice. Black out.

The man of Portuguese descent slid the door to the classroom open. The crisp tapping of his footsteps paused briefly when he slid the door close, and continued into the room at a leisured pace.

He stopped at his desk and placed himself on to the cushioned chair, his eyes skimming round before directing a dazzling smile to the all (females) students in the class. Lavi rolled his eyes. He had seen Mikki's façade enough times and the expressions he plastered onto his face were rather…limited. Tyki was clad in crisp white shirt, ironed down pants and a pair of Salvatore Ferragamo's famed Loafers. His dark curls were pulled back with a thin headband, preventing them from blocking his golden pool of eyes. The smile on the man's lips didn't seem to resonate in his eyes, as always.

Tyki Mikki flipped through his register, calling out each name in a clear voice. Lavi's emerald eyes darted from his homeroom teacher to the door, willing Hikari to burst in, on time, before Mikki called her-

"…Hikari Black?"

Lavi raised his arm up, muttering a quick "She not here yet". There was a dangerous glint in Mikki's eyes and Lavi gave him an awkward smile. "I believe your name is next on the list, Bookman." There was an edge to his voice, but it disappeared quickly and he acted as though the student with flaming red hair and single twinkling emerald didn't exist.

Mikki sighed and shook his head, feigning disappointment. "Again? This would be…" He glanced down the register briefly "…the third time this week, no?" he paused briefly, not expecting an answer, he continued "I believe she may need to spend a little...ah…session with me at lunch, eh?"

Lavi gulped. Mikki's detentions weren't known for being pleasant. It was worst if the particular individual was; a) a female, b) had a history of hating Mikki, c) had a man between them. Hikari was obviously female, and she known to be immune to Tyki Mikki's charms. Lavi grimaced, it would be bad, but at least she didn't have a man between-

The door to the classroom was slammed open violently; all living mammals jerked their heads to the door. Marian Cross stood there, a mane of stunning red hair and a disgruntled look on his face. His brown eye was fixed onto Mikki and he took several steps forward, glancing down at Mikki. Mikki retuned his stare coldly, but smiled mockingly.

"Ah, Marian Cross, what is it?"

"Hikari Black is in the nurses' office. She won't be attending the first two periods. That's all."

It was obvious that the teachers had a history between them, and it wasn't a nice one. Lavi gulped as a thought imploded in his mind.

Who the hell is this? Oh, Hikari Black, you're so fucking screwed.

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