A/N: Welcome one and all to the latest chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy. So, we are almost at the end of the anime, I believe there is one episode left of Zetzubou-Hen left and two of Mirai-Hen, I maybe wrong of course. I can't believe it's almost done...it's been such a ride, and after its done, I think I am going to watch the dub and see how good it is. I watched episode one of Zetzubou-Hen a few hours ago, and laughed my ass off when Nekumaru said "ITS JURASSIC SHIT" you could say I lost my shit when i saw this.
Anyway, in today's chapter, we get to see Daisuke's interaction with Ibuki, as well as learn a bit about his older brother Ryuji. We also see what happens in detention as well as meet some new OCs. I would like to thank casval0079 and Swirly592 for their oc's Tatsumi Kiba, the Ultimate Pilot, and Yukari Shizuki the Ultimate Composer. I hope you both enjoy my portrayal of your oc's and expect more of them in the future. As a final note, there is some minor drug use to the end of this chapter, please note that I do not condone the use of drugs for recreational purposes, so remember, I don't encourage it whatsoever. As a final note, after this chapter we will be having our first major event, which is of course the potion sex soup that Hiyoko and Teruteru make, along with Chiaki's election into being the class rep.
After that we will most likely spend a few parts of the chapter with Natsumi Kuzuryu to explain how she made it into the Main Course. it will take me a bit of time to come up with a plot for this chapter, so I hope you enjoy this one. Also, I would like to add that I am from Puerto Rico, not Spain so our dialects of Spanish are a bit different, including a few words here and there. the Spanish i was using before was from Google Translator, because I was too lazy to write it the way I like, plus I don't normally write in Spanish so it is a bit difficult for me to write it out, I've spent more time in the States than I did on the Island, so I forgot how to write in Spanish, not entirely but most of what I learned has disappeared. So if the speech is a little weird, for those who understand it, that is the reason why. Thankfully, I include the translations right next to the statements instead of at the end of the chapter, like some others do. I like including stuff like this in my stories, it makes it a little more culturally diverse I think.
As always, have a good day/evening/night which ever applies to you. Reviews are nice, and keeps me motivated.
Minor edit, I have changed the name of the Ultimate Physician from Aiko Umesawa to Kiriko Nishizawa...just found out that was her real name.
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetzubou-Hen
Chapter 5
Detention
His Abuela(Grandmother)had taught him, that meeting people was a part of life. Whenever you went to a new place, or walked up the street and said hi to a random stranger, you had met a new person and enriched your life in some way shape or form. She had always been adamant about meeting new people, as friends opened doors to new things. Daisuke wasn't against it in anyway. He had met countless people due to his story telling and various other deeds in the city. However, meeting new people was well and good, but dealing with them was another thing all together.
A month had passed since that fateful day, where his teacher had literally come to his home to take him to school, and ever since he had been a part of the Hope's Peak Alumni. He did his best to get around the school until he had memorized all of the interesting locations in the old school building and managed to get around the large plazas on campus. Though he would still get lost, left turn at the big fountain, taking a right would take you the opposite way to the Reserve Course, he had memorized it many times and yet he still managed to lose himself in the regular half of the school. The Reserve Course faculty didn't mind the Main Course students walking around, so long as they didn't disturb anyone. Even they we're jealous of the main course, and he could see it in their gazes.
Showing up to class was an effort in itself. Every morning he wanted to sleep in, and every morning he was rudely woken up, thanks to a certain princess. At least she had been using pillows instead of the lego blocks she had bought herself, he still didn't know the reason behind it, nor did he want to know. After forcing himself out of bed, he would usually take a few minutes to shower before jumping into his clothes for the day. He had taken his uniform and made a few modifications to it, instead of wearing the formal pants, he used his jeans and boots, and he had turned his blazer into a vest, wearing a long sleeve shirt underneath it, usually collared so he could use his tie. It suited his needs and he didn't complain about them. He would escort his roommate to breakfast where he would help Teruteru with the orders and then head to class where he would sit through homeroom and first period.
Here's where everything took a turn for the worse. While Sonia had been the quiet one, and Mahiru was more focused on taking funny pictures of her classmates, the others around him had varying degrees of behavior. Tanaka who sat behind him, usually kept to himself and fed his Dark Devas quietly, though he had found them sleeping in his bag more than once, and he didn't really mind, as long as they didn't defecate next to his book. Teruteru always tried flirting with Peko who would whack him with her sword in return. Akane would always eat in class, loudly at that and would annoy Fuyuhiko, the two would have an argument that would lead to Nekumaru getting involved and that usually turned into a fight. Chiaki kept to herself, to busy playing on her Game Girl Advance to even look around, the same for Ryouta who kept muttering things under his breath, mostly about being three or four frames behind in his work. Kazuichi would spend his time tinkering under his desk, usually being taken as something else which would lead him to arguing with several people, always telling him that it looked wrong. He would always show up covered in oil and sweat, but thankfully the scent of oil masked the body odor. Then there was Hiyoko...that girl had been the bane of his existence.
While the novelty of the pictures wore off, she had decided to make him her newest target, since Mikan had apparently become to boring for her. That lead her to annoy him every minute of every day, in varying degrees. One day it would be chewing gum in his seat, the next it would be gummy bears on his face(he usually slept in class) but ever since then, he hadn't even been able to enjoy his nap, having to be on the alert at all times. It was annoying to say the least. At least he had time to work on his stories in class, he was nearing completion on the script Kotoko had asked him for, and he was very pleased with it.
Today however, the blonde dancer had decided to kick it up a notch, by bringing a straw into class. She had had her fun nailing everyone with spit balls, but she had finally turned the straw to him, and for the last ten minutes he had been doing his best to dodge the barrage of saliva soaked paper balls being launched at him. The window was decorated with them, one half looking like a smiley face while the other formed the shape of a middle finger, even he didn't know how that had happened. The teacher had told her to stop countless times, but she didn't even listen to her, the woman had been to busy explaining Complex Eigenvalues, whatever those were, so she hadn't been paying attention. Another wad whizzed by his nose, making a soft splat against the glass, finally having enough, he turned to the blonde who was grinning at him.
"Alright Hiyoko, that's enough. I'm sick of.." he stopped mid sentence, hacking up the spit ball the girl had just launched in his mouth. He started gagging, just as the girl broke into boisterous laughter.
"Ha! Got ya!" she cried out.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He shouted, having spit up the small wad of paper.
"Mr. Fuji, how many times to I have to tell you not to swear in my class?" the teacher asked, glaring at the story teller.
"As many times as I have told you about Hiyoko's stupid ass spit balls." he replied.
"Another comment like that and it'll be detention for you young man." she threatened, turning around once more.
"Bite me." he muttered under his breath. He glared at Hiyoko, the girl had stuck her tongue out at him. Oh how he wished he could yank the appendage out of her mouth. He felt something brush against his leg and looked down, seeing Sonia's hand under the desk, holding a small piece of paper. He carefully took it, opening it over his book.
"What happened?" she had written, in sparkly pink ink. He didn't know why she was so fond of those pens, but she had at least fifteen of them on her at all times. She never really told him why either. He grabbed his own pen and clicked it, scribbling his reply back.
"Hiyoko shot a spitball into my mouth."
He folded it up, and passed it back. He waited a few seconds, seeing the reaction on her face. She hastily wrote her reply, handing it back to him.
"Gross! Why didn't you say something?"
"I did, the teacher isn't going to do anything." he wrote back.
"Teacher, Daisuke is passing notes." Hiyoko said.
"I am not, stop lying." Daisuke hastily said, as Sonia took the paper and shoved it into her stocking.
"Really? Then prove it, what is the answer to this formula on the board?" the teacher asked. He took a peek at it, seeing the long formula written on the board. He gulped audibly, licking his lips.
"Um...the answer...to the formula...is..uh." he looked around, hoping one of his friends would tell him the answer. It was silent, except for the sound of Chiaki's game and the scribbling and tapping of Ryouta as he kept on drawing. He looked at Mahiru who gave him a shrug. Hiyoko was just holding back her giggles, hiding behind hr sleeve. Nagito held up his notebook, a single number written on it.
"44?" he said. The teacher pursed her lips.
"Very good. Hiyoko stop making false claims and start writing this down." the teacher said. Daisuke audibly sighed, and silently thanked the Ultimate Lucky Student for his help, though he was pretty sure it had been dumb luck that he had gotten it right. He rubbed one of his temples. It wasn't even ten in the morning and he had already been put on the spot. Surely Hiyoko was having a field day seeing him squirm like that. He reached inside his bag, feeling around for his water, when he instead felt something fuzzy. Eyes widening, he opened the flap of his messenger bag and looked inside, seeing the sleeping form of the Invading Black Dragon Cham-P. The little guy had been snoozing when Daisuke had decided to grab his drink. Carefully lifting him out, he turned to Tanaka, who had been concentrating on his work. He looked up, a small smile on his face as he set the hamster down on his desk.
"Many thanks mortal, not many have what it takes to handle the Black Dragon like you have been the last few days." he said.
"Uh...right." he replied, turning back around. As he reached for his water, his phone started to ring, quite loudly at that. He internally groaned, forgetting to put it on silent. The whole class turned to him, and he gave them a grin. He pulled the blue flip phone out of his bag, quickly turning the volume down.
"Sorry, I forgot to turn it off." he said.
"You like Pokemon?" Ibuki asked.
"Yeah, how did you know that's what it was?" he asked. His ringtone was actually an orchestral piece, Lugia's song, from the second movie. It had been one of his favorites growing up.
"Well...yeah, it's a pretty powerful song, full of happiness and hope. Surely the Ultimate Musician would recognize it right?" she asked.
"I suppose so. Good ear!" he said happily.
"Ugh...shut up nerds." Hiyoko said, placing her head on the desk.
"Sorry, continue." he said. The teacher glared at him, turning back to the board and continuing her lesson on the common denominator, or whatever. He flicked his phone open, looking at the number that had been calling him. It was a blocked number, so he was glad he hadn't taken it, to many weirdos with too much time on there hands we're out there, and he didn't want to talk to any of them. He set his phone aside and grabbed his water, finally taking a drink from it. His phone started vibrating and he groaned quietly, picking it up from the desk. He opened it, looking at the screen.
"The police station? The hell do the cops want with me?" he thought to himself. He looked around the room before taking the call, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" he said quietly.
"Dais, my man thanks for picking it up."
"Jesus Christ...what the hell are you calling me for now Ryuji?" he hissed. Ryuji was of course, Daisuke's older brother. Well, he was the son of the woman his father has married, after divorcing his mother. That woman, a Canadian woman named Tami-Lynn, had three kids, Ryuji, being the oldest at 21, Cameron, being the second oldest at seventeen, and Megan, the youngest at fourteen. While the two girls didn't want to even talk to him, Ryuji had made it his mission to actually be in his life, and be a good older brother. He was pretty cool, if not a little reckless. If he was calling from the police station, that only meant one thing.
"I need you to bail me out."
"Hijo de puta! Como carajos caiste preso?" (Son of a bitch! How the fuck did you get arrested?) He looked around the room, realizing he had actually said that out loud. He turned to the window, staring at the spitballs.
"I may or may not have been involved in a bar fight."
"A bar fight? Seriously? Ryuji you need to stop drinking. Christ that's like the third one this year." he replied.
"Sorry little bro. Honest I'll stop, I just need you to come get me."
"Tu quieres que yo gaste mi dinero pagando tu fianza? You gotta be kidding me." (You want me to waste my money paying your bail?) Daisuke asked, disdain clear in his voice.
"Dude, I'll pay you back. It isn't that much alright? I just really need to get out of here, being behind bars is driving me insane!"
"Ryuji, I am in school right now, in the middle of class in fact. I can't just up and leave."
"Oh come on, I'm sure you are dying to get out of that fancy schmancy academy. Hurry up and come get me...crap, I'm out of change, see ya later."
The call ended, and Daisuke closed his phone, shoving it in his bag. He closed his book and placed it inside, making sure none of Tanaka's hamsters were sleeping inside before actually closing it. He grabbed his bag and slung it around his shoulder, standing up from his desk.
"Mr. Fuji, what are you doing? Haven't you caused enough disruptions in my class already?" the teacher asked.
"First off, it isn't my fault my dumb ass brother decided to get himself arrested, trust me if it was up to me, I would leave him in jail. Second, no one is paying attention to any of the stuff written on the board or what you are saying. Third it isn't even mandatory to be in class so stop taking your job so seriously, and fourth, you have a syrup stain on your blouse." he said, walking toward the door. A few chuckles could be heard in the room, with Hiyoko out right laughing.
"Daisuke, if you leave my class I'll be forced to give you detention." the woman said.
"Yeah, tell it to my butt...later." he said giving her a wave before leaving the room.
"That insufferable little twerp. How did he even get in this academy? All he does is read! That's not a talent." the woman said.
"Hey, come on now. Everyone got in this academy because they have what it takes in the eyes of the committee to be here. Besides you haven't even heard any of his stories." Ibuki cried in annoyance. She had been busy listening to her Epod, only for to have died in the middle of class, and she didn't have her charger with her.
"And you have?" Hiyoko said.
"Well...I haven't but he of all people should be in this academy. Besides, what he said is right, we only have to be present for Homeroom, not to any other class. It's not like Miss Yukizome is going to chase our asses down." the musician replied.
"Are you retarded? Did you forget just what she put us through?" the blonde dancer cried.
"That's it, I can't take it anymore. Mioda, Saionji, you two get to join Mr. Fuji for detention this afternoon. Have fun." the woman said, writing down the three slips, handing two to the girls respectively. Ibuki glared at the woman, huffing a bit. She gabbed her backpack and stood up, slinging it across her shoulder.
"Screw this. Ibuki is outta here." she said.
"Nice going Hiyoko. You know she isn't going to let you live that down right?" Mahiru said, looking at her friend.
"What are you talking about? Detention is going to be fun. I like messing with all the poor saps that are there. The stories are interesting too." she said with a grin, playing with the pink slip in her hands.
Daisuke sighed, stuffing his hands in his pocket. His fingers brushing over his motorcycle keys. Thankfully, the academy had allowed him to park his motorcycle in the campus parking lot, so long as it was up to code and licensed, so it had been a godsend to him, especially on boring afternoons where he wanted to get away from it all. The premise of having to bail his brother out, for the third time in the past few months really annoyed him. There was nothing he could do, he was an adult, out of his parents house and with his own job, so he couldn't ask his parents for help. Knowing full well, his father wouldn't even mother, and he hadn't personally met Tami-Lynn, but the woman sounded trashy, not to offend anyone with the name, she just really sounded like a bad person, so until he met her, he wouldn't say anything about her.
"Daisuke, wait up!"
The young man stopped, looking over his shoulder. He could see the figure of his classmate Ibuki, as she ran toward him. He turned fully around, just in time for her to catch up to him. She caught her breath for a few seconds, giving him a smile.
"Can we hang out? Ibuki was given detention and she doesn't want to be here." she said.
"Sure, we are going to the city jail though, is that fine with you?" he asked.
"Ooh, Ibuki has never been to jail before." the girl said.
"Hopefully you don't. It's not a fun place."
"Oh right, this is for you." the girl said, handing him a pink slip. He looked at it, gritting his teeth.
"Daisuke Fuji has been served with three days of detention, starting today at three in classroom 4-B. Failure to attend will result with three days of extra detention. Failure to attend then will result in suspension."
"I really hate that teacher. I seriously do." he said, shoving the paper in his pocket.
"Ibuki hope's she gets fired. Detention isn't fun at all...but there is a silver lining. Hiyoko also got detention, so that should be fun." the black haired girl said, a grin on her face.
"No, that won't be fun. That'll just be hell for the rest of us. What a bore." he muttered. The two continued into the parking lot, looking around until Daisuke spotted his motorcycle. The two walked over to it, with him grabbing the helmet that was strapped to the handle. He handed it to Ibuki, who looked it over.
"Don't you need it?" she asked.
"I would rather you have it. I am a careful driver, but you never know what can happen." he said with a shrug. He climbed onto it, pulling the kickstarter out. Thankfully, due to the security on the lot, no one had tried to steal his bike, that and he had a homing device on it, installed by the Ultimate Mechanic of course. He was testing it as a mode of theft prevention, but no one had taken the bait. The bike started up, making him smile a bit. He felt Ibuki get on behind him, the girl having her arms wrapped around his waist.
"Ibuki has never been on a bike before. This will be really fun!" she cried out.
"We'll go a bit slow then. I wouldn't want to push it."
"What are you talking about? Normal speed is fine for Ibuki, faster is even better~"
He rolled his eyes and shifted into first gear, speeding out of the lot. It was a bit weird having the musician holding him tightly, but he had gotten used to it, after all Sonia had practically begged him for a ride the first time he went to the local mall for some new shirts. Apparently, it had been the first time she had been in a mall, and he made sure to take her to all the places of interest, though she spent more time in the movie store than anything, browsing all of the horror films. That girl seriously had some weird likes.
"Hey Daisuke, why are we going to the city jail?" Ibuki asked curiously. He stopped behind a small van, glaring at the red light. He glanced at her through the mirror.
"My brother got arrested and he asked me to bail him out. It's like the third time this year and it really pisses me off." he replied.
"Ibuki didn't know you had a brother. Where was he when she threw your party?"
"Oh, he lives alone. He's from my father's other family, the oldest of three. He was the only one who bothered meeting me and my little sister. My other two sister's don't even give a rats ass about us." he said. The light turned green and he sped of, swerving to the right and cutting off the van in front of him. He gave the driver a smirk, picking up speed and leaving him in the dust.
"That's a little rude." she said.
"Yeah, but that's the way it is. I don't really give a damn to be honest...Ryuji pisses me off to know end, but he bothered to meet us so I have to bail him out of whatever shit he gets himself into. So long as he doesn't join the mob or something." he said jokingly. He pulled into the police station, the building stood out from most of the others around the area, as it was quite big. He found himself an empty space and parked his bike, turning it off. Ibuki jumped off the bike, taking the helmet off.
"Finally, it was a little stuffy in there." she said, pressing her hair down, though her horns were still pointy, even after having worn a helmet, something that he found odd. Then again, being the Ultimate Musician, she was used to having that sort of style. She handed him the helmet, which he placed on the handle of the bike.
"I swear to god, if his bail is over 40,000 yen, I will physically hurt him." he muttered dryly, walking toward the entrance to the station. Ibuki looked around, entranced by all of the new sights. All of the police officers looked at her oddly, but since she wasn't really doing anything, the let her be, even more so after seeing the emblem on her shirt pocket. They passed through the doors, immediately getting in line.
"What are we lining up for? Are we going to a party or something?" Ibuki asked curiously.
"No, if you want to get into the station you have to go through a scanner. You don't have any weapons on you right?" he asked.
"Eh...nope. Not a one, but I do have tons of piercings." she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ears, showing off her needle like rings and her metallic earlobe gage.
"Ow, that shit must have hurt."
"Not really, it was quicker than my tattoo." she said, lifting her skirt a bit, to show off her tattoo, which was actually an image of stitches, running all the way down to her knee.
"Cool, I have a tattoo myself. Hurt like a bitch, but I am pretty proud of it." he said, rolling up his left sleeve, showing off the rose he had decorating his skin.
"You know, I was going to get myself one of those, but I wasn't feeling it at the time. It's not the only one I have either, have musical notes on the back of my neck, and I'm getting one soon, a black G clef right next to my naval." she said, beaming happily.
"You know, they say once you get one tattoo you can't stop getting them, and I think that's true. I was planning on getting another one too, but I don't have any ideas." he said.
"Get stitches, they're a classic! Or you can get a pen and an ink well, since you like writing so much."
"That's not a bad idea Ibuki, I'll keep it in mind." he said. They got to the scanner and he took his bag off, placing it in the basket. He emptied his pockets, placing his keys, his eHandbook and his loose change in the basket. The officer behind the scanner gave him a nod and he walked through it, thankfully not beeping. Ibuki took her backpack off, along with her bracelet and necklace. She passed through the scanner, only for it to beep loudly.
"I was hoping that didn't happen." she said with a frown.
"Come over this way miss." another officer, one with a magnetic wand said. She sighed, following the other man. It was clear that she had been through this before. Daisuke grabbed his bag, slinging it across his shoulder. He watched as the officer waved his wand over his friend, making sure she didn't have any 'weapons' on her, even though she was telling him it was due to all of her piercings. After ten minutes, she was finally let go, and was given her backpack.
"Sheesh, that was far longer than normal. I've been to so many clubs with metal detectors that I've grown a hatred of them." she admitted.
"So this has happened often then?" he asked.
"More often than not. Ever since middle school actually, being part of a band gives you some sweet privileges, being able to enter clubs is one of them, of course you can't drink or anything, but what's the fun in that when you can dance and enjoy the music? That's what clubs are for after all."
"That's true. Follow me, it's easy to get lost in here." he said, leading her to the right of the station. He had been there so many times before that he had memorized the way. His brother got into so many problems, that he wasn't even sure why he wasn't in prison yet. Walking into Bailiffs office, the officers that were standing around instantly recognized him, smirks on their faces.
"Dais, here for that reckless brother of yours?" the taller officer asked. The teen groaned.
"Sadly." he replied.
"I still can't believe he caused all that ruckus up in that night club. Personally, he shouldn't have drank so much, but Ryuji isn't anything without a drink." another officer said, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"So, is this your girlfriend Daisuke? She's really pretty." the secretary, a young woman in her late twenties said. He shook his head.
"Nope, this is a classmate of mine. Her name is Ibuki Mioda, she's the Ultimate Musician."
"Ultimate Musician? She goes to Hope's Peak?" the woman asked.
"We both go there, I have the title of Ultimate Story Teller. I've been going there for a few weeks now." he said. He looked over his shoulder, seeing his friend by the missing persons board. She turned to the Wanted board, a grin on her face as she pulled a pen from her backpack.
"Really? Lucky you, you know Officer Miyamoto was a graduate from there. He was the Super Highschool Level Police Officer, back when they still used those titles. It's a shame he lost his life to that crazy bomber." the Bailiff said sadly.
"I'm sorry to hear that too, how's Kagura doing?" he asked.
"She's fine, on her last year of middle school actually. Who knows? You might see her at school next year, as she is the Super Middle School Level Bomb Expert. But regardless, we're here for your brother, now his bail is a little steep, you sure you can pay it?" the man asked.
"Just hit me with it John, no need to worry." he said firmly.
"65,000 Yen." the man said. Daisuke's eyes widened and he bit his lip, as to not shout in the office. He sighed, pulling out his wallet. He rummaged through it, counting the cash he had in it. Groaning loudly, he pulled out his bank card, handing it to the man.
"He is so lucky I am a good person, if not I would leave his ass in there for a few days." he said. The man chuckled, starting the process on the card. After signing several forms, his brother was released.
Ryuji was a tall young man, with short black hair reaching down to the nape of his neck. He had pale white skin and bright green eyes. He was wearing a black tee shirt, decorated with a few bold letters on it, spelling the name Jordan. He wore a pair of torn black jeans and some basketball sneakers, which were a bit dirty. He had a grin on his face, which bore a five o'clock shadow.
"Hey bro! Thanks for bailing me out."
"You owe me big time. Why do you have to be such a retard?" he asked.
"Hey, that guy was asking for it. I didn't know the girl I was dancing with was his wife. He should have put a ring on it." he said.
"I got detention because of you dumb ass. Let's get out of here." he said, gesturing to the door, he bid the officers farewell and walked over to where Ibuki was, putting the finishing touches on a mustache she had been working on. He grabbed her arm, pulling her along.
"Bye Mister Officers, you have a nice office!" she cried, waving at everyone. The secretary looked at the board, breaking into laughter at all of the edited mug shots that had been pinned up there.
"So kiddo, she your woman?" Ryuji asked, looking at Ibuki.
"No. She's a classmate." he replied.
"My name is Ibuki, it's nice to meet you Ryuji." the girl said with a bright smile.
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine. Are you available tonight? I hear there's a new night club in Akibahara." he said, a smirk on his face.
"Ryuji, if you hit on her one more time I will hit you. I came to bail you out not for you to flirt with my friends. Now that you are free, get your ass home, I got detention to serve thanks to you." he said angrily.
"Wow man, I was just trying to get out and see the sights, no need to be a dick."
"Sorry Ryuji, I'm a lesbian. I find boy parts really icky." she said, shuddering a bit.
"Ah, I get ya."
Once outside, Daisuke walked straight to his motorcycle. He once again handed Ibuki the helmet, before getting onto the vehicle.
"Hey bro, really thanks for bailing me out. I'll pay you back when I can, honest!"
"Whatever. Stay out of trouble alright?" he said, immediately starting his bike. He revved the engine a couple of times before taking off.
"I'm not a lesbian by the way. I just hate sleezy men." Ibuki reiterated, once they had left the station.
"Don't even worry about it. Ryuji is like that with all girls, regardless of age. The bastard is twenty one and here he is hitting on seventeen year olds. That is one thing that really pisses me off about him." he said.
"He'll never get in a stable relationship is he keeps doing that. He has the punk rocker vibe, all fame and no respect." she said.
"You mean like Justin Beiber?"
"Gross! How can you even say that name?" she cried out, causing him to break into laughter. It wasn't long before the two were back at the school. It was half past twelve now, as they had spent a bit of time driving around to kill time. The two headed into the cafeteria to grab their lunch and once they did walked toward the outside part of the school where the rest of their classmates were.
The rest of the day was uneventful, at least for Daisuke. It went by like normal, and at least Hiyoko didn't bother him to much, as she was too busy actually doing her work for once. Time ticked away, until it was finally three o'clock. Daisuke grabbed his stuff, and left the room, heading up toward classroom 4-B, to start his first day of detention. Honestly, he was taking his time, brushing past the other Ultimate Students who were walking around the building.
He had served his fair share of detention in the past, and it had been the most boring thing ever. Everyone had a stick up their ass and was totally rude to each other. He only hoped this wasn't the case in Hope's Peak. Deciding to bite the bullet, he quickened his pace, walking up the stairs and toward classroom 4-B. He walked past the Data Processing room, slowly making his way into the room.
Looking around, he saw six other students there, all in different areas of the room.
The first one was a young man of seventeen, who sat in the back of the room reading a magazine of some sort. He had short black hair, and bright teal eyes. He was wearing a button down shirt, with brown pants and aviator boots. He was wearing an aviator jacket, which was decorated with several winning medals and charms. He had a worn pair of aviator goggles around his neck, an object that he always carrying with him. This young man's name was Tatsumi Kiba, and he was the Ultimate Pilot. He was part of Class 76, and was known in the school and across the world for his piloting techniques. He was the youngest person certified to fly an F-15 Eagle, and even owned one. He looked rather disinterested, as he flipped through his magazine.
A few desks away from him sat a short young woman, with several sheets of paper strewn all over her desk. She had short brown hair, tied in a side ponytail. The hair ribbon was a light blue in color, with a musical note print on it, and a small golden pin in the shape of a G Clef. She was wearing a dark blue tank top, with a matching white skirt, that ended just above the mid thigh. Her blue eyes were pouring over the sheets before her, a pencil in her hand. Sticking from her bag was a notebook, with a few more sheets if paper sticking out of it, staff paper in fact. This young woman was Yukari Shizuki, the Ultimate Composer. She was famous around the world for her amazing pieces of music, rivaling even famous composers like Beethoven and Bach. He had actually wanted to meet her in person, as he had listened to a few pieces of her work in the past, he was surprised to even see her in detention.
The next girl was one that looked rather odd, by just the way she was dressed. She looked a bit younger than him, probably by a year. She had long raven black hair, tied into drill like twin tails. She was wearing a beautiful black dress, which had several white ruffles on it. The skirt reached to just below mid thigh, and she was wearing long black stockings, with white frills on them. She was wearing a black blazer over it, with a crimson tie. She wore a pair of crimson heels, which matched her tie. In her hands was a deck of cards, and she seemed to be busy playing a game of solitaire. This young woman was named Celestia Ludenberg, and she was the Ultimate Gambler.
Part of Class 78, this young woman had been scouted for her amazing gambling skills. She hadn't lost a single game since her youth, and was an amazing gambler. Her poker face was unreadable, many a player had walked away penniless after an encounter with her. With a strong poker face came an even sharper tongue, as she was able to lie to even politicians. This had gained her the underground name, the Queen of Liars.
His eyes fell on another young man a young man, around the same age as him. He was wearing an army green hoodie, which was zipped all the way up. It had a few red designs on them. He wore a black blazer over it, with golden buttons. There was a crescent moon on his lapel. He was wearing a pair of black pants, with a black belt around his waist. He also donned a pair of worn out red sneakers. He had spiky brown hair, with a ridiculous ahoge sticking out from it. He looked painfully average, and out of place in detention, like he didn't even know what he was doing there. This was Makoto Naegi, also part of class 78. He had gotten in as the Ultimate Lucky Student, the same title that Nagito Komaeda had. Apparently, the academy didn't know how luck worked, so they held a raffle each year, and this year Makoto's name had been picked. Believing in something as superstitious as luck was something Daisuke never really bothered doing. But after witnessing Nagito's luck, he had started relying on it a little more than usual. He hoped Makoto's luck worked the same way.
Another student of Class 76 sat in the front row of the classroom, a worried look on her face. She was a a very pretty girl with light pink hair, tied up into ponytails, forming two balls of sorts on the sides of her head. She was wearing a red ribbon in her hair, her neat bangs falling over her forehead. She had bright blue eyes, and a happy smile on her face. Her skin was lightly tanned, and she was wearing little make up, the exception being some mascara. She was wearing a long sleeve black shirt, with big round buttons. Around her neck, she wore a crimson tie, with a spider web design on it. She was wearing a black mini skirt, with a white ruffled hem. He had met her before, down when he took some paperwork to the Nurse's office.
Her name was Kiriko Nishizawa, and she was the Ultimate Physician. Working closely with Mikan, and the Ultimate Pharmacist, Seiko Kimura, the three usually ran the Nurse's office along with the faculty. He had heard from Mikan that Kiriko had single handedly treated more people than most local physicians would in their entire life times. She cleared an entire waiting room of patients within two hours, as she was able to treat them all and find a diagnosis for all of their illnesses. She had even joined the Student Council as the Head of the Health Committee, so seeing her in detention was something that he wasn't expecting.
The final person in the room was a young man of seventeen, with spiky orange hair, and a long orange goatee, decorated with a silver bead. He also had a piercing below his lower lip. He was wearing a white collared jacket, with a silver studded collar. Underneath he was wearing a white tee shirt, with a bold letter Z on it, and red spatter symbolizing blood. He was wearing a matching pair of black jeans, with two studded belts around his waist. He had a pair of sneakers, covered in a bit of dirt. Around his neck, he wore a chain, with a small lock on it, and he had a big safety pin on his jacket for some reason. His bright blue eyes were staring intently at his phone, the music from his game barely being heard. This young man was named Leon Kuwata, and he was the Ultimate Baseball Star. Having been scouted not only by the academy, but by the Major Leagues as well, Leon was one of the few players with the highest home run average in history. Rumor had it, he had never been to a single practice, though Nekumaru had eluded to helping his team out before he had enrolled in the academy.
Nodding to himself, he walked further into the room, ignoring the curious looks he got from some of the other students. He headed toward the back of the room, only for Tatsumi to toss his bag in the seat next to his. He didn't even look up from his magazine.
"Seat's taken." he said.
"Seriously? What is this grade school?" Daisuke asked.
"If you don't like it then leave, we don't need whiners in this academy." Tatsumi replied.
"Man fuck you! Think you are so high and mighty for putting your bag on a chair, you can kiss my ass!" he said, walking away from the young Pilot, he instead took a seat next to Makoto, falling into it with a huff.
"Well, that was a nice entrance." the young man said with a chuckle. Daisuke turned to him, a bored look on his face.
"Yeah, bad enough I had to waste a shitload of money today bailing out my brother, now I gotta sit here in detention with my fingers up my ass for three hours." he said.
"It doesn't seem appealing at all. I got stuck here for the rest of the week...I'm Makoto Naegi, nice to meet ya." the teen said.
"Daisuke Fuji. You're the Lucky Student right? One of my classmates has that title too." he said.
"Yup! Got in here by pure luck, though I don't think I fit in here. I'm just a normal kid." he said.
"Tell me about it. Up until a few weeks ago that's all I ever felt like, even now I feel like a fish out of water." he said with a shrug.
"Drop out, do us all a favor."
"Stop being a prick Tatsumi, jeez I hate when you get like this." Yukari snapped, glaring at the pilot.
"Like what? I'm just stating the obvious. If he feels like he doesn't belong here than he should just drop out."
"Yeah well, that's the thing. I may feel like I don't belong here, but everyone tells me that I do, and for them I am willing to give this academy a try. The last few weeks have been hell on my sanity, especially with how destructive my class can be, but I am enjoying myself and discovering things about myself that I didn't even know. I'm sure this academy was designed for that purpose no? To instill hope in the leaders of the future?" he asked.
"Well said! I think you and I will be great friends then Daisuke. My name is Celestia Ludenberg, pleasure to make your acquaintance." the black haired gambler said, a smile on her face. He shook her small hand, giving her a smile in return.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance as well. Is...Celestia your real name?" he asked.
"Indeed it is." she replied.
"Really? We're you born somewhere else?" he asked.
"No, I was born here in Japan. My parents we're the ones that named me. My father is of French Nobility and my Mother is of German Decent." she said.
"That is total bullshit, she's definitely selling it though. No wonder they call her the queen of liars."
"Interesting...it's good to know that you aren't the only noble in our school." he said.
"Please, you actually buy that crap? That she's of French nobility? Please, look at her face, it's too pasty white to be French." Tatsumi said.
"Have you even been to France?" Leon asked, looking to the back of the room.
"Countless times, and I've never seen a French Gothic Lolita there." he said.
"Omelete du fromage." Daisuke whispered, in his best French accent, causing Makoto to burst out laughing, even the quiet Aiko couldn't help but laugh.
"You don't have to believe me, but you should know that I have never told a lie in my life." Celestia said, a sickly smile on her face. Tatsumi was going to say something else, but he didn't feel like continuing.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to talk to my manager!" a feminine voice said. It belonged to a beautiful blue haired girl, who had most likely ran from her last location. She was around sixteen years of age, and was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, with a light pink bow on the front. She wore a matching navy blue skirt, which reached down to her mid thigh. She was wearing a long pair of black socks and formal shoes. She had bright blue eyes, and an endearing smile on her face. This was the Ultimate Pop Sensation, Sayaka Maizono.
This girl had grown into stardom after she and her group released several big hits. She was on the face of every billboard and magazine all over Japan, and one of her recent songs, Negaigoto Ensemble had just gone Double Platinum. He sometimes wondered why a girl that famous even bothered with being in high school, but he figured she just wanted a normal life. Realizing that the teacher wasn't even present, she just made her way toward a nearby empty seat, which happened to be in front of Makoto.
"Hi, where's the teacher?" she asked.
"Hasn't shown up yet, probably getting drunk or something." Leon replied.
"Ugh, it's not Kizakura is it? That bastard is drunk all the time." Daisuke said, rolling his eyes.
"It's a different teacher every week. It might be him this time though." Kiriko quietly replied, earning a nod from Daisuke.
"So what was that about talking to your manager?" Makoto asked.
"Oh, she wanted me and the rest of the group to go on tour in America. Even though I would love to travel there, I told her I want to focus on graduating first. She kept insisting, saying stuff about how Americans totally love Japanese idols. It's just a marketing scheme in my book though, and it's really shady." she said.
"At least you aren't like certain pop stars nowadays." Leon said.
"*Cough*Justin Beiber*Cough*." Daisuke said, making the orange haired teen laugh.
"Ugh, great. Detention is filled with a bunch of losers today." Hiyoko said, making her appearance.
She was wearing a light pink kimono this time, with a lavender obi tied around it. Her hair was still a bit wet, meaning she had just taken a shower. After her came Ibuki who had a bored look on her face, though when she saw Daisuke it brightened up quite a bit. The final person that came in was Kazuichi, wearing a surprisingly clean jumpsuit, and actually wasn't covered in oil. He dropped into the desk in front of Daisuke, leaning back on the desk.
"Dude, what did you do to get stuck in here?" the Story teller asked.
"Well, you like listening to stories right?" the pink haired mechanic asked.
"Uh...yeah, I am the Ultimate Story Teller you know, I like listening to them just as much as I like writing them."
"Great! There I was, sitting in the cafeteria, when the winds of fate blew in my direction. Miss Sonia had gotten her lunch and had been looking for a place to sit. I thought it was my moment to shine, so I decided to lead her to a secluded part of the outdoor area, where it was closer to nature and she could enjoy the outside. It was going to well, and she was laughing at my jokes and everything. Suddenly, the skies turned a dark gray, and the winds picked up. A violent storm had come at us, forcing us to retreat. That's when her vicious winds made me trip, causing me to pull Miss Sonia's skirt right off her body. Alas, I was unable to claim her heart as my own, mostly due to the fact that my nose was bleeding from the cute panties she was wearing. A teacher saw me holding onto her skirt, and deemed it necessary to spend time in detention thinking over my actions...thus I am here." he said.
"Excellent, give the man an award." Tatsumi cried out, clapping his hands.
"That was a bit over dramatic don't you think?" Yukari asked, earning a shrug from the mechanic.
"Nothing is over dramatic when it comes to Miss Sonia." he said.
"Let me guess, that storm you ran into wasn't actually real, because at that time I was outside eating lunch with Ibuki. I'm willing to bet the name of that storm was Hiyoko, right?" he asked.
"Guilty as charged. He was so focused on his Platinum Princess that he didn't even see my foot until he had already tripped. Him pulling her skirt down was an added bonus." the blonde said.
"You are such a little bitch, you know that?" Daisuke said.
"Oh shut up dork! Need I remind you that you had to bail your older brother out?" she said.
"Yeah so?"
"You lost 60,000 yen. That's money that you can't spend on what you love, money that will sit in a police station for the rest of it's miserable existence. You won't be able to use it to by fancy new pens, or a new cover for your Story Book, or even the shitty candy that you eat at night. That money will forever be sad, because you spent it getting a drunkard out of jail." she said.
"Excuse me, Miss Kiriko you are a physician right?" Daisuke asked, looking at the pink haired girl.
"Y-yes. Is something wrong?"
"No, I just thought it would be good for you to be on stand by, because after I am through kicking Hiyoko's ass, she'll need someone to realign her spine." he said, standing up.
"Settle down students, take your seats." the teacher said, walking into the room, though he was stumbling a bit. Leon had been right when he said it would be Kizakura. The man dropped into his chair, looking over the students gathered before him.
"Well, this is an interesting group. Daisuke, how the hell did you end up in detention of all places?" the man asked, singling him out. He blushed, looking at his seat.
"I...caused a disruption in class." he said.
"Tch...who the hell was it? Was it Mendelev? The math teacher?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's her." he said.
"That old bitch is nothing more than a detention slip manufacturer. Half of the kids I watch get detention from her, if only Jin would fire her already, then I wouldn't have to be here right now." he said, taking a swig from his flask.
"Shouldn't you not drink in school?" Leon asked.
"Kid, it's not exactly illegal to drink in this institute. I mean shit, there are kids walking around with knives and guns and you worry about me drinking? Didn't Class 77 have a shoot out here?" he asked.
"Paintball war, and we totally won it." Ibuki said, fist bumping Daisuke who gave her a firm nod.
"Yes, you may have won the battle, but you lost the war. After all, Daisuke's cute little butt was still in the paper." Hiyoko said.
"Kiriko, you best get that gurney ready, you are about to see the first person on the planet that has all 206 bones in their body absolutely broken." he said.
"I'd like to see you try dickhead." Hiyoko snapped.
"I still haven't gotten revenge for that picture you little turd, and you are really pissing me off right now." he said.
"Settle down Daisuke, you wouldn't want to be arrested for domestic violence would you?" Kizakura said, glancing at the boy with a smirk on his face. The Story teller shook his head, leaning back in his seat, a huff on his face.
"Little twat." he muttered, glancing at Hiyoko who had her eyes narrowed in anger. Oh it was so much fun messing with her.
"So, we're all here for three hours, might as well share our stories right? Kuwata, what did you do to get stuck in here?" Kizakura asked curiously.
"Um...well...do I have too?" the baseball star asked.
"Yes dude, I shared my story, so go ahead, entertain us." Kazuichi said, glancing at the teen next to him. He huffed, putting his phone in his pocket.
"Alright, so it started this morning when I showed up late to class. I was in the gym early checking over my equipment, in case I had to be in a game, though I doubt I will be while I'm in this school. I noticed my autographed Babe Ruth ball was missing, so I started hunting it down. I couldn't for the life of me find where it had gone. I searched all over the place, but didn't find it. I ended up going to class and decided to search for it later. When I got there, the teacher had already started his lesson but no one was paying attention.
I made the mistake of stepping on Mondo Owada's jacket and ended up getting in a fight with him. Ishimaru broke it all up, but then Hifumi had to interject with his stupid anime lingo. That pissed Celeste off and hell, it just went to shit from there. I ended up punching Mondo, who tripped over Makoto's desk and ended up breaking Hiro's crystal ball. That made Togami start shouting about how uncouth we all were, which for some reason turned Touko on. In the end, Kyoko ended the entire argument and found my baseball, turns out I left it in my jacket and she found it in her laundry basket." he said.
"Damn dude, that's a rare ball. How could you carelessly toss it in the wash?" Tatsumi asked.
"I didn't mean too. I just forgot it, the case I usually kept it in broke so I just carried it around." he said with a shrug.
"So, starting a fight. Is that why Celeste and Makoto are here as well?" Kizakura asked.
"Actually, I am here for far different reasons." Celeste said, looking up from her cards. She picked them all up and started shuffling them.
"What did you do?" Daisuke asked curiously.
"Why, I beat three members of the Steering Committee in a game of Poker of course. They had been boasting about having the best run in their poker careers, having made a lot of money and stripping several of their personal friends clean of everything but house and home. I felt the need to...set them straight. So I made an interesting wager." she said.
"What did you wager? Ten million yen? You're cat?" Leon asked. Celeste glared at him for a second before she cleared her throat.
"Actually none of the above. I wagered my life."
"No way...are you stupid or what?" Kazuichi asked.
"I assure you Mister Souda, I am not stupid and it isn't the first time I have wagered something of that magnitude. I have bet everything I owned and doubled my profits in a single game with my first hand, I was able to beat all three of them with every single hand I had. My profits for the day included 23 million yen, all together, three brand new sports cars, half of the Hope's Peak Academy alumni scholarships and the deed to a ranch up in Hokkaido. None of them liked this so the issued me with three weeks detention, to teach me a lesson for taking advantage of adults. If they had half a brain in their skulls, they would have known that I held a pretty stiff title. After all I haven't lost a single game in my entire life." she said.
"Christ, did you at least try to go easy on them?" Kizakura asked.
"Hardly, I beat them with a full house. If I wanted to I could have built a royal flush and taken them out that way. My apologies if they dock your pay for a few weeks." she said.
"That's hardcore. I'm never gonna make that mistake." Daisuke said, shuddering at the loss of everything he owned.
"Yukari, guess you are up in our little game." Kizakura said.
"Oh uh...do you think I can take a pass? I'm almost done writing this melody, I sort of need it for a project I am working on." she replied.
"You can set that aside can't you? Just for a few minutes." the man insisted, taking a drink from his flask. She sighed, setting her pencil down.
"I suppose my story starts in the Music Hall. I normally go there to relax and work on my music, so I can concentrate better. You have no idea how hard it is to work when half of your class is part of the student council and won't shut up about stupid debates. They never agree on anything, always causing disruptions, really need to shut the fuck up when someone is working." she said, suddenly becoming angry. She shook her head, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.
"Anyway, I was just sitting there minding my own business when this guy just randomly comes in. I had never seen him before in my life, but he was wearing a fancy black suit, so I thought he was faculty or something. I just ignored him and kept writing my music. This sleezy bastard has the balls to grab my sheet music out of my hand when I was writing it, and then he reads it, laughs in my face and says I have no talent. The fucker! I rightfully stood up, told him he was a piece of shit and grabbed my sheet music. As I was turning to leave, he grabbed my arm and said I didn't deserve my talent, that he did because he could write better music than me. I mean, I don't even like writing classical music, but I'm still a good composer, this shithead had the audacity to take three finished pieces and tear them up right in front of me, so I beat him up with a French horn." she said.
"A French horn?" Ibuki asked curiously.
"Why a French horn of all instruments?" Kazuichi asked.
"I dunno, it was the closest to me. I did break a violin bow over his shins, right at the softest part where the meat is the thinnest." she said.
"Jesus Christ, fuck! Why would you do that?" Daisuke cried out, already imagining the pain.
"He deserved it, that's why. And now because of him I had to write those pieces over again, so I would appreciate it if you left me alone." She said, turning back to work.
"Well, I suppose we can move on to our next student. Tatsumi, you are up my man." Kizakura said.
"I'm here because I'm bored. I wasn't issued detention and I had nothing better to do." he said.
"Wait...so that whole thing with the chair was absolutely unnecessary?" Daisuke asked.
"Totally, I just like being a douche." he said with a smirk.
"Okay, that wasn't as exciting. Makoto, our lucky man. How were you sent to detention?"
"Funny you should ask. Well, after Leon, Mondo and Taka left the classroom, everyone else was left to clean up their mess. We needed some supplies and Kyoko thought it best if we split up to handle each task. I headed off alone to the supply closet on the first floor and ended up following a trail of coins. I ended up walking right into the school store and as I was picking up the coins from the ground, I hit my head on the counter, causing the register to open. At that second, the clerk walked into the store and assumed I was stealing. I told her countless times that I wasn't, but she saw the coins in my hands and kept her claim firm. I was sent to the headmaster's office and he issued me detention for the next three weeks." he said.
"Man, Ultimate Luck my ass, more like Ultimate Bad Luck." Leon joked, earning a glare from Makoto.
"I feel bad for ya kid, I'll put a word in for ya with the big man, see if we can get that lowered or even removed. Daisuke, Hiyoko and Ibuki all three of you are here for the same reason, so that leaves us with Miss Nishizawa, what is a student council member doing in this place?" he asked.
"Um...well...it's a little hard to explain, but it goes back to that debate Yukari was complaining about earlier. We were trying to make preparations for the Homecoming dance in a few weeks, but Soshun is a mayor hard ass when it comes to deciding things. He has to have a set way, and once he does it's hard to change his mind. Moxie tries her best to deal with it, but she's always second best, it must be hard being the Student Body Vice President. Anyway, I decided to interject in one of his decisions, he wanted to host the party in another venue instead of here in the academy. That would cost us a lot of money, and I just wanted to save the school the trouble. We got into a heated debate over where we would host it, and it got a bit out of hand."
"Did you stab him again?" Tatsumi asked.
"Again? What do you mean again? Is this like a normal occurrence?" Daisuke asked curiously.
"Kiriko here has stabbed Soshun so many times that you can count the scars, and thankfully due to her talent she always heals him up, so she almost never gets in trouble for them. I am assuming this time it was different?" Kizakura asked.
"Yes, it was very different. As you know...I am...very shy around other people, but if I think that something is wrong, I will stand up against it. He tried using that to his advantage and managed to piss me off. I stormed out of the room to cool off. I found myself staring out the window on the third floor, and I guess I had started crying at some point. Soshun said a lot of mean things, he even said I was a useless Health Committee figure head, and that I should give my spot to someone more adept for the job. I just wanted to hit him, and make him feel my anger and sadness. Someone placed their hand on my shoulder and I acted instead of thinking. I ended up slapping Mr. Kirigiri across the face." she said.
"What?" Leon cried out. Hiyoko burst out laughing, most likely picturing it all in her head. Kizakura chuckled, shaking his head.
"So that big hand print on his face was you? That must have been a hard hit. I saw scratch marks!" he said.
"Yeah...I just had a manicure. I checked him over and everything but he still gave me three days detention. It was an honest mistake and he said he would speak to Soshun about his firmness in the student council." she said.
"Man, I wished that was caught on film. That would have been so fucking awesome." Hiyoko said, wiping a stray tear from her eye.
"It...really isn't that funny you know." Daisuke said.
"Shut up dork before I bop you over the head!" the short blonde cried out, earning a sigh from the story teller.
"I suppose that's all of you...no wait...Miss Pop Sensation hasn't shared her story with us. Go ahead Sayaka, preach to us your story, or singing it, if you are up for it." the man said, leaning back in his seat.
"Funny story really. I don't want this leaving this room alright? The press wouldn't let me live it down if they found out." she said, biting her lip.
"Oh this has to be good, especially if you don't want the paps finding this out." Tatsumi said, leaning forward in his seat.
"So, it was early in the morning. I usually practice my singing in the bathroom, to loosen up my voice and train a bit. You never know when you'll be put on a stage after all. I got really bored after ten minutes, so I got dressed and left my dorm. I figured a walk would do me good, it would help me clear my mind. As I did though, I uh...decided it would be a good idea to...smoke a blunt in the girls room." she said.
"You...Sayaka Maizono lead singer of the top selling Idol Group of this generation, was caught smoking pot in the girls' room?" Tatsumi asked, completely taken a back.
"It was just a roach! Honest to god, it wasn't even enough to get me buzzed, but apparently the teacher that walked in decided to take a leak in the student bathroom and caught me as I was lighting it up. I got a month in this hellhole because of it." she said, a pout on her face.
"Man, that would be the scandal of the century. Teen pop sensation Sayaka Maizono caught smoking weed in a bathroom of the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy, is the academy promoting Hope? Or drug use? You be the judge." Leon said, in his best reporter voice.
"Hey, that was pretty good, you sure you aren't secretly the Ultimate News Reporter?" Ibuki asked.
"I'm not. I would suck at that, thousands watching a baseball game is one thing, millions watching me live on television is another." he said.
"Hey Sayaka, you...wouldn't happen to have any left on you would you?" Daisuke asked.
"Whoa, are you serious right now?" Tatsumi asked.
"Yeah man, that's pretty low. Drugs are bad." Leon added.
"Man, it's just some pot, you aren't going to die. Please tell me you have a blunt or something, I'm dying for a spark right now, I need some inspiration for a story, if you know what I mean?" he said.
"Uh well...I'm not sure if I can answer that question." the girl said.
"Kid, smoke all you want, so long as you don't say anything about me drinking on the clock." Kizakura said.
"You are awesome my man." Daisuke said, a grin on his face. Sayaka dug inside her shirt, pulling a small baggy from underneath her bra. She dug her hand inside it, passing him a small rolled up joint.
"Normally, that would cost you about 6,000 yen, but I am already rich so I don't need the money. That's a new strain I got from one of my bandmates, it's called Skywalker." she said, passing him a zippo lighter.
"Are you seriously smoking pot right now?" Kazuichi asked, earning a nod from Daisuke.
"Dude, it's just to relax, we got three fucking hours here. What are we supposed to do? Jerk off and watch videos of Harambe?"
"Who the hell is Harambe?" Hiyoko asked.
"Oh sweet merciful god, please bestow upon me the power of patience. This troubled young woman needs some guidance!" Daisuke said, glancing at the ceiling. He sighed, placing the joint between his lips, he flicked the lighter open, lighting the end of it and taking a huge drag from it. He held it in for as long as he could before exhaling the smoke.
"Oh...damn that's smooth." he said.
"Isn't it? I like it because it helps me loosen up my vocal cords in the morning, and it doesn't smell that bad." she said.
"Reminds me of a strain I smoked last summer called Here comes Autism." he said, taking another hit from it.
"Just when I thought you couldn't be any worse. You brought a gun to school and caused a paint war, your brother is a drunkered and now you are a drug addict? Anymore you wish to share with us Daisuke dork face?" Hiyoko asked. The young man smirked, blowing the smoke in her face. She started coughing loudly, brushing it away with her sleeve.
"Dude really?" she cried.
"Yup...oh man, I think I can finally finish that script now, thanks for this Sayaka. You and I are super chill now." he said.
"Anytime. Just don't tell anyone I smoke this stuff, my dad would kill me, and my sister would gut me for not sharing some with her." she said.
"Are...all idols like this?" Leon asked curiously.
"Hey, it's better to smoke weed than snort coke...pass that up to Ibuki Dais, I could use a hit." the Ultimate Musician said firmly. Daisuke nodded, handing her the joint.
"Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy, come and enjoy our fabulous facilities and meet our Ultimate students. Oh, what's that? They are smoking weed? That's totally okay here." Tatsumi said.
"Shut up Tatsumi, jeez." Yukari snapped, glaring at her classmate.
"Um...can I try some?" Kazuichi asked, accepting the joint from Ibuki. He took a small drag from it, immediately starting to cough.
"Weak...you are so weak." Daisuke said.
"I do have a bong if you want that." Sayaka said, grabbing her backpack. She pulled out a decorative glass bong from inside, along with a bottle of water.
"How the hell do you walk around with that shit without even getting caught?" Leon asked.
"I am really good at what I do." the girl replied with a wink.
"I...didn't think you would be like this after becoming famous Sayaka." Makoto said.
"It's alright, tons of idols get busted with way worse than this. Weed isn't that bad of a drug, besides we're all stupid high school kids right?" she asked.
"Too true...we need to enjoy our youth while we have it, because if we don't it will be too late and we'll become old and stupid." Daisuke said firmly.
"Wow, we have a wise ass in the classroom. Fuck it, I'll take a hit of that bong." Hiyoko said, accepting the glass bong from the Pop idol.
"I'm gonna crack open a window, remember if you all get caught it wasn't because I allowed it." Kizakura said.
Daisuke leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes for a bit. He thought detention was going to be bad, but it was actually better than he expected it to be. He at least made several new friends, and Hiyoko wasn't being a nuisance like normal. Perhaps these remaining two days would be better than before. He could only hope that was the case.