A/N: Huzzah! chapter 20 has been reached!
What a momentous day, it has been quite awhile since I started this story, but now that I have reached this chapter, I can say that this story is going to be great. We still haven't reached the Despair part of the story, but I am going to make sure Class 77 has the best moments of their lives before everything goes to shit. This chapter will be one of those, exploring a bit of some other characters, ones who aren't part of the 77th class. I hope you like this.
While the struggle with writer's block is getting real, I still have some ideas to try out in this story. This chapter will hopefully be one of those...I hope you all like it, it was something that just came out of nowhere.
Uh...I guess that's it...so much for a long Authors Note eh?
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetsubou-Hen
Chapter 20
Mundane
Hisashi Kirigiri sighed as he sat down in the music room. It was after school already, Tuesday afternoon. No clubs would be using the room, he made sure of it. The Music Room was one of the biggest rooms within Hope's Peak Academy. It had several wooden benches places around, facing an enormous stage. Above him was a beautiful crystal chandelier, the light of the large windows making it glitter. On the other side of the room was the door to the recording booth, where young singers could make their albums. It was a pretty peaceful place, and one where he came to think.
He had just gotten through a rather tough morning. Due to certain circumstances, he had been able to skip his classes. After what had happened to his friend, he doubted he could go to class like a normal student. He was already granted passage into Hope's Peak Academy, thanks to his father, so it didn't matter to him whether he passed the Eighth Grade or not.
He clenched his gloved hands, gritting his teeth in anger. Hot tears were running down his face as he remembered the horrible things that happened.
After meeting his upperclassmen, he had been called by his friend, Kotoko Utsugi, a little girl he had met at the local park. They spoke quite a bit, mostly because she was lonely and wanted someone to watch her acting. She had been so excited when she had been signed onto a station for a sitcom. However that had turned into a grim nightmare, one that she explained to him and him alone. In graphic detail.
The director, that sick excuse of a man had done a rather disgusting thing. He had somehow convinced Kotoko's mother to engage in sexual intercourse with the ten year old girl. Not only that, it was filmed and sold on the black market, making the man millions. Any sane person would quit after that, but the woman had even joined in, helping the men have their way with the little girl. This had happened for months, with no one helping her out. She would thrash, scream and run, but no matter what she did in the end, she would be forced to cooperate. Her trigger word had been the word Gentle, something that all of the men and her own mother had used against her.
She became a submissive doll, and they would do as they pleased with her. Honestly, if it wasn't because his sister was there he would have emptied his entire magazine into the man's chest. And then done the same with everyone else involved. Kyoko had been surprisingly supportive, but mostly as a Detective and not as a sister. That was something that pissed him off even more. The violet haired girl showed no affection for him, not matter what he did for her.
So they called a truce, to send those scum bags to jail. But he was apparently being called in the following day to review the evidence. When he heard review, he knew there was going to be a tape, and he would be forced to watch it. He was going to sit there for however long it was, watching a video of a little girl get repeatedly assaulted. All so he could have enough evidence to lock the men up. He had begged his superiors to use the confessions against them, but apparently they needed more proof. They wanted to convince the Jury in case anything went wrong. He felt sick to his stomach, and had almost up-chucked everything he had eaten.
He sighed, wiping the tears away from his face. He honestly just wanted this nightmare to end so that he didn't have to live it anymore. Apparently the case was reviewed by the higher ups, and they had deemed her father incapable of taking care of Kotoko. So after she was done with her therapy, she would be placed under adoption. To add insult to injury, the girl had attempted suicide various times. The poor thing barely ate, barely slept only letting one person speak with her, Hisashi himself. She remained pretty catatonic unless he was there, and don't even get him started with the trigger word. One of the nurses had accidentally said it, causing the girl to just scream. He had shouted at her and the rest of the staff for an entire hour before his father came to get him. It wasn't pretty.
He heard footsteps behind him, and was instantly on his feet. He fixed his jacket, making sure his tie was perfectly straight. He turned around, expecting his father, but was instead greeted by one of his upperclassmen, Sayaka Maizono. She was holding a knapsack in her hand, which was a bright blue in color. He also noticed a welt on her arm. She looked up from her phone, giving him a smile.
"Hisashi, I didn't know you were on campus." she said, giving him a smile.
"I was just leaving. My father wished to speak with me so I've come here where it's more convenient." he said firmly. She shook her head, placing her bag down on one of the empty seats.
"Don't be so uptight. We're friends, just speak normally." she said, giving him a bright smile.
"Oh uh...sorry...I've had a busy week." he said, calming down a bit. He took notice of what the girl was wearing.
She normally wore her sailor outfit, but today she was wearing lighter clothing. It had been oddly warm for the middle of Winter, since it was still February he expected it to be cold.
She was wearing a white halter top, with thin straps wrapping around her neck. She was wearing a pair of black shorts, with some black leggings underneath. She was wearing a pair of white slippers on her feet. Her hair, which was normally down, was up in twin tails, with pink ribbons. She looked really cute, but he was sure she would get annoyed if he said anything. So he kept his mouth shut, instead glancing at the instruments on the other side of the room.
By his stiff posture, Sayaka knew Hisashi wasn't doing fine. She could tell just by the frown on his face. Normally he was a bit happy, and when he wasn't following his sister around, he acted like a normal teenager. He was a Private Investigator sure, but he never let his work and his school life intermingle. She could however tell that this time it had crossed over the line, and she was very concerned. She walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, is something wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing is wrong...you shouldn't concern yourself over me, Miss Maizono. I should leave, certainly you came here to work on a song...you need peace and quiet." he said, attempting to leave. She however wasn't having it.
"Hisashi, sit down. You and I are going to have a talk." she said sternly. He sighed, giving her a nod. He had learned from his mother that it was best to listen to a woman when she wanted to talk rather than avoid her entirely.
He took a seat in one of the empty benches, with the Ultimate Pop Sensation claiming the one he had previously been sitting at. She was facing him, a firm look on her face. She usually used it when her band mates weren't cooperating or when her sister was eating too much junk food. It usually got them to work it out, and in the case of Yukki, stop eating so much crap. Hisashi sighed, resting his head in his arms, giving her a far off look.
"What's up?" he asked.
"That's what I wanna know. Why are you so...sad...no disappointed?" she asked.
"It's nothing...just some classified stuff from work. I'm not allowed to share it." he replied.
"That won't work on me Hisashi Kirigiri. If you came here to speak with your father, whatever this is isn't classified. You can trust me alright? I'm your friend." she said firmly
"Damn it, alright you win. I'm working on a new case...and it's pretty fucked up." he said.
"Oh, is it another Genocide Jack case? Was another guy strung up?" she asked curiously. He shook his head, glancing at the Tuba on the other side of the room.
"I wish it was a murder case. I would prefer to see blood and entrails instead of what the fuck I have to see tomorrow." he said firmly.
"Is it that serious?" Sayaka asked curiously. He gave her a nod.
"You remember that little girl I told you about? The little actress from Hope's Peak Elementary?" he asked.
"Little Kotoko? Of course, I babysit her all the time. Or I used to before her mother suddenly cut me off. Honestly I don't know what's wrong with that woman sometimes." the pop star said, her face scrounging up a bit at the thought of the older woman.
"Yeah well, what I'm about to tell you will want to make you murder that cunt." he said firmly, grabbing his backpack. He pulled out a manila envelope from inside it, handing it to Sayaka.
"This is my current case...it's called Japan vs Stellar Studios." he said.
Sayaka opened the envelope, pulling the papers that rested inside. She placed them on her lap, pouring over the text. The first one was the police report, where the witnesses saw the little girl running out of the studio. Then came the confessions from everyone involved including Kotoko herself. It went deeper than that, the buyers of the film, the editors basically anyone involved was a part of this horrible case. It took the girl around fifteen minutes to read half of it and after that she just quit.
She looked up from the files, tears streaking down her face. She had been crying silently for the last five minutes. Reading the horrible atrocities committed against Kotoko infuriated her. But what disgusted her even more was how her mother acted against it. She shoved the papers back in the envelope handing them to Hisashi who just shoved them in his bag.
"Now you understand why I'm so...disappointed?" he asked. He couldn't even think of a word, he just used the first one that had come to mind.
"Yes, and for all the right reasons...this is just horrible. I honestly have no words for this." she said, wiping away her tears. She was sniffling a bit, unable to contain her sadness. Hisashi dug into his jacket, pulling out his handkerchief. He handed it to the girl, a smile on his face.
"It'll be better...I'll make sure Kotoko is fine. One of the reasons I've come here today is to discuss adoption. She won't speak to anyone other than me, so I'm gonna convince my father to adopt her, mom already agreed to it." he said.
"That's good, if you need some extra convincing...I'll be there to help you." she said firmly.
"I think I'll be fine...but thank you. Speaking to someone always helps, especially in my line of work. I can't wait until I become an alumni here." he said, excitement hidden in his voice.
"It's pretty fun here. Especially with all of the random things that happen. Just two days ago me and my class were kidnapped and taken to an abandoned building. We ended up having a paintball fight." she said.
"Is that why you have a welt on your arm?" he asked, looking closely at the purple bruise. She gave him a nod.
"The armor I was wearing was too heavy so I took it off. It was the worst mistake of my life. I got pelted really hard...I have one on my boob and on my thigh." she said, glancing at the area her leggings was covering. One of the main reasons she hadn't worn a skirt was to hide the purple bruises. Hisashi blushed a bit, trying not to look at her chest.
"Do you now? That must have sucked. I've been paintballing a few times, and it's never fun. I prefer real guns, if I'm being honest." he said.
"Of course you do, you're basically a cop." she said, giggling to herself. He chuckled, reaching for his bag.
"Do you...want to see it?" he asked. Her eyes widened.
"You're carrying that, in a school?" she asked quietly.
"I got my permit. Big sis has one too, but she barely uses it...she says guns promote needless violence. Dad however told her to carry it on her if she was going to continue being a detective. He hates what his daughter is doing, honestly he hates the fact that I'm a PI myself." he said, reaching into his bag.
"I don't know why. It's an honest job, sure it can be a little...messed up most of the time. But if it's what you like then you should be able to do it." she said.
"I know, and he knows that too. Anyways, here it is." he said, pulling his weapon out of the case.
It was a Smith and Wesson .45 APC. It was one of his favorite firearms. When he had selected it, his Commanding officer had told him he wouldn't be able to handle it. He ended up surprising him and everyone else when he got every target on the training course. He pulled it from the case, taking the magazine out from it and clearing the chamber. He held it out to her, and she took it in her hands.
"Wow, it's heavier than I thought it would be." she said, looking the weapon over.
"Mhmm, chrome plated parts, wooden handle. It came with two thirteen round magazines. It can chamber .45 APC and .357 Magnum...I've never missed a shot with it." he said.
"Have you...killed anyone with it?" she asked, looking back at the boy. He shook his head.
"Never...but I was damn close to it...especially with the fucks I'm dealing with now." he said. She handed him the gun back, and he slipped the magazine into it, placing it back in the case. He looked at the spare bullet for a second, handing it to the girl.
"Take it, you can keep it as a reminder of our time together. If you ever need to shoot anyone, at least you'll have the bullet." he said, making the girl giggle.
"Thank you, I'll cherish it forever." she said, holding it tightly against her chest. Hisashi blushed a bit, placing the case back in his pack.
"Well, I have to go. I'm sure my father is done with his board meeting." he said, standing up.
"Board meeting? What about? Is it about the new class?" she asked curiously. He shook his head.
"No, this is part of an investigation. One of the Reserve Course students up and quit for no reason. No one knows why he did, but not a lot of the faculty even care." he said.
"Why would a student leaving the academy be so serious?" She asked.
"Normally no one would care. But they found one of the Steering Committee members dead this weekend. Him quitting lines up perfectly with why he had to leave. They're trying to pin it on him leaving. The old man probably croaked of natural causes. Kyoko refuses to share information with me, so I don't know jack." he said.
"Wow...I'm sorry to hear someone died on campus, but they shouldn't go blaming a student for it." she said, a frown on her face.
"As far as I know, the kid is innocent. He was part of the Reserve Course's 77th Class...Hajime Hinata I believe."
"I met that boy, he was just a normal kid. He wouldn't anything like that, especially knowing my friends. Chiaki and Daisuke hung out with him quite a lot." Sayaka said, eyes widening at the new information.
"I know, Daisuke told me quite a bit about him. I've only spoken to him a few times, but he seems like a good kid. I can't wait to hear one of his stories though. Dad told me he scared the shit out of everyone during exam week."
"Oh he did, damn near gave me a heart attack." Sayaka said, not wanting to recall the story the older boy had presented.
"Going by that, this means he's good at his craft. Well Sayaka it's been a pleasure speaking with you. You've eased my mind a bit, but I must be going. Perhaps we can hang out later when I finish this case." he said.
"Hey wait!" she cried, grabbing his arm. He looked at her curiously. She bit her lip, glancing away from him.
"Something wrong?" he asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
"Do you wanna...go on a date sometime?" she asked. His eyes widened a bit, not expecting the straight forward yet bold question she had asked him.
Here was the Ultimate Pop Sensation, a girl who any man was dying to date. Any teenager would brag about having her around his arm, giving him her love. She could have any man, and yet she was asking him, a lowly Private Investigator with Sister issues. He found it rather odd. With a smile he gave her a nod.
"I would love too Sayaka. Perhaps this weekend if I'm free. I'll clear my schedule." he said.
"Okay, we can catch a movie...there are a lot of good ones coming out soon." she said.
"As long as it's not Fifty Shades Darker, I'm good...catch you around Butterfly." he said, kissing her cheek.
She froze up, a shocked look on her face as he walked out of the room. Seconds later, the Ultimate Story Teller walked in, followed by the Ultimate Baseball Star. The two teenagers stared at the blue haired girl, who was just standing there still as a statue.
"What do you think Hisashi did to her?" Leon asked curiously.
"Hell if I know...man she has a welt too, was it that bad?" Daisuke asked.
"Hell yeah, I feel bad for Yamada. His fat ass got assaulted by everyone, Celeste wouldn't stop shooting him." the orange haired boy said, earning a chuckle from his friend.
"I'm sorry man, I thought it would be fun." Daisuke said.
"Don't worry about it, it was fun...well not for everyone." the orange haired baseball star replied. He cringed a bit, remembering all of the nutshots Hiro had taken due to his lack of armor.
"Sayaka, sweetheart are you alright?" the story teller asked, waving his hand in front of her face. She giggled, her cheeks tinging pink.
"I'm more than alright." she said.
"Oh I get it, she asked him out and he agreed. Lucky bastard." Leon muttered, setting his bag on the chair.
"Not all of us score in the game of love my dude. Besides you have Celeste so you'll be fine."
"Correction, Celeste has me. Lately she's been focusing more on her cat than our relationship."
Daisuke chuckled as he walked toward the stage, notebook in hand. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His friend was seriously jealous of a cat. He hopped up onto the stage, walking over to the DJ stand where all of the equipment for the stage was.
"You can't seriously be telling me you are jealous of a cat." he said, glancing back at his friend.
"I'm not jealous of it...but I am disappointed. She seems more interested in making him comfortable. We haven't gone on a date in weeks." he said.
"Do you love her?" Daisuke asked, seriousness in his voice.
"Is that a stupid question? Of course I love her. She may kick my ass at any game we play, but she still has a sweet side."
"Okay then, if you love her than take the initiative. Valentine's Day is coming up, you could do some romantic shit." he said.
"Like what exactly?" Leon asked curiously, stopping in front of the stage. Daisuke hummed to himself, as he checked all of the equipment to see if it was online or not. Once it was, he walked over to the microphones.
"Take her to some fancy restaurant. Scratch that, Celeste is a goth girl, so she'll want to go somewhere dark. The Vampire Cafe in Ginza sounds like a good place." he said.
"That place is creepy though...all of the workers there have fangs! I can't get over the fact one of them will bite me before the night is over." he said, shuddering a bit.
"Yeah I know, me and Hiyoko went there once and it was an...interesting experience. But remember you want to make Celeste feel comfortable. If you show interest in what she likes, she'll open up more. You've been dating for how long and you barely know anything about her?" he asked.
"Well, it's only been three months...but she's constantly hiding everything from me. It's like she doesn't trust me."
"That isn't it." Sayaka said, finally being pulled from her daydream. She walked over to Leon, giving him a stern look.
"It's not that Celeste doesn't trust you. She does, she loves you more than she cares to show it. However due to her Ultimate Talent, she feels like she can't be truthful with you. The gambling world is dark, and at any time anyone of her loved ones can be taken advantage of. She doesn't want you to know any information because she wants to protect you." she continued. Daisuke nodded, humming to himself.
"That makes sense...trust me I got hounded a few days ago by Hiyoko's mother. She insists on meeting me in person at her studio...it's gonna be great!" he said. Leon chuckled, glancing at his friend.
"What the hell did you do that pissed her off so much?"
"Um...we were playing Spin the Bottle and Mikan dared us to do something in the headmaster's office. Needless to say, we got caught and our parents were called. My mom was just embarrassed, her mom...not so much." he said.
"I don't even want to know." Leon said.
"Wait...does this have to do with the stain the janitor was removing from the headmaster's office? I was there yesterday talking to him about my concert. That poor man was scrubbing the carpet with a wire brush." Sayaka said. Daisuke burst out laughing, dropping the microphone in his hand. Not even the loud static caused him to stop.
"I need to share that with Hiyoko when I have the chance. Oh man, that was great!" he said.
"You guys are totally wild...you've formed such a tight bond in the short time you've been together. I admire that a lot." Leon said.
"It isn't hard man, just chill with your friends. Don't see them as classmates, see them as family. That will change your world. Alright then, I'm gonna rehearse this song and I want the two of you to tell me if its good." he said, grabbing his notebook and microphone.
"What song is it?" Sayaka asked curiously.
"I was going to cover The Plagues from The Prince of Egypt but I got a few others. How would you like to do a cover with me?" he asked. The Pop Star nodded, hopping up on the stage.
"I would love too...if we're gonna do a cover may I make a suggestion?"
"Sure, I'm open to anything." he said, giving her a smile.
"Zero to Hero from Hercules, it's one of my favorite songs." she said.
"Mine too, I love the whole feeling behind it. I can play guitar!" Leon said, joining his friends on stage.
"Okay, I can set up the track and record our voices...then after that we can record the instruments and put it together. My channel is going to reach new heights with this song." he said, a grin on his face.
"Right, I forgot you had a YouTube channel...what are your numbers at now?" Leon asked curiously, grabbing the Gibson Les Paul that was on stage. He strummed the strings, practicing his scales.
"Nearly Five Million...won't be long until I get my Ruby Play Button." he said.
"I pulled up the lyrics, you decide how you want to do it alright?" Sayaka said, handing him her cellphone. He hummed to himself, grabbing his notebook.
"Let me just jot these down real quick and we can start. You play bass right?" he asked, earning a nod from the girl.
"I can play guitar, bass guitar and keys if I have too." she said.
"Excellent, start practicing scales while I jot this down. We'll make an top notch song in no time!" he said, high fiving his friends.
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"So, what are you and Daisuke going to do for Valentine's Day?" Mahiru asked, glancing at her blonde friend who was currently playing Gala Omega against Chiaki. She was muttering swears under her breath every time her ship was destroyed.
"I...am not sure yet...goddamn it!" she cried out. Chiaki gave her a soft smile, setting her game down.
"It's alright Hiyoko, you'll get better in no time." she said.
"Yeah yeah, what about you...don't you have anything planned out with that Hinata guy?" she asked.
Chiaki frowned, glancing away from her friends. The rest of their classmates, minus Daisuke and Kazuichi were all talking among themselves. It was their lunch period so they didn't have anything to do for that time. It was also too cold for them to go outside. Chiaki swept some of her pink locks behind her ear, her shoulders sagging a bit.
"Oh...did you guys have a fight or something?" Mahiru asked, the girl shook her head.
"Hajime and I haven't spoken in awhile. I don't know what happened to him, I stopped waiting for him a few days ago." she said.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." Hiyoko said, feeling really bad about making her friend sad. Mahiru was really surprised, Hiyoko was never one to apologize for anything. Perhaps Daisuke was changing her for the better.
"It's okay Hiyoko...you didn't know. I heard from Daisuke that you're mother wants to meet him, how's that going to go?" she asked, changing the subject. Mahiru glanced at her friend, seeing the pissed off look on her face.
"Yeah, that bitch wouldn't stop shouting at me. The Headmaster ratted us out and now she wants to meet my so called "Boyfriend" to see if she approves. I already told her if she brings that bullshit to the get together I was going to leave. I could care less what she has to say in all honesty." she replied, reaching into her sleeve for some gummies.
"Hiyoko, I know you don't like your mother or your grandmother so much. But please try to behave yourself. It will go a long way toward her approval." Mahiru said.
"Pfft, don't be so stiff! My mother will not approve of Daisuke, no matter what. He needs to be a proper Japanese man, well taught, well behaved, free of tattoos or piercings and someone who has what it takes to take on the Saionji name. Daisuke is none of that." she said, shoving the candy into her mouth.
"No, he may not be. But Daisuke is a lot of things, he's kind, generous and a wizard when it comes to writing. He's the Ultimate Story Teller, have him butter her up!" Chiaki exclaimed, or rather said in a low tone. None of them had actually heard Chiaki scream before. They were convinced she didn't know how too.
"I'm pretty sure he's going to try. But my Grandmother tuned into the Hope's Peak Academy exams, so she knows all about his talent. As soon as Headmaster Kirigiri said his name, that woman was already scheming. She's trying to besmirch my hot Latino boyfriend!" she cried angrily.
"Besmirch?" Mahiru asked.
"Ugh, it means ruin. That idiot has so many notes in his bag I end up reading definitions when I'm bored. Did you know, when you call someone a Pussy you aren't actually using a sexual slur?" she asked.
"Huh? I thought that word normally meant vagina." Chiaki said, a confused look on her face.
"Nope, the term pussy is actually an abbreviated term. The original word is Pusillanimous, which means cowardly or to show cowardice. So when you call someone a Pussy, you are calling them a coward. Christ, I'm doing it again!" she cried, slamming her face against the desk.
All of their friends wondered what was wrong with her, but before anyone could interject, Daisuke and Kazuichi walked in, with Leon close behind. The two boys seemed to be in a rather heated argument.
"Okay, that is just bullshit dude, come on. Give it up already" Daisuke said.
"No it is not bullshit." Kazuichi cried back. Daisuke shook his head, cutting him off.
"Listen, I know you like sticking up for them because their the weaker team but..."
"This has nothing to do with the team being weaker...it's all about statistics!" Kazuichi cried, glaring at his friend. Daisuke set his bag down on the teachers desk, leaning up against it.
"Okay, let me throw you some statistics. You ready, you ready for this? Croatia sucks!" Daisuke said, causing Leon to break into chuckles.
"No they don't!"
"Croatia suuuuuuuucks!" Daisuke continued, his face free of emotion.
"No no no, hang on. Literally all of the problems could be fixed, if they just replaced Pletikosa. I'm serious!" the pink haired mechanic said, causing his friend to laugh.
"You're gonna need to do a lot more than just replace Pletikosa, if you want to even get close to Mexico." he said. Kazuichi sighed, glancing away from him.
"Okay, I'll admit our goalie isn't who he used to be. But if we got someone better..."
"And if you got a better coach, and if you got a better front man to replace Perisic..." Daisuke cut in.
"Hey, fuck you. Perisic scored goals!" the boy said firmly.
"Oh yeah yeah, and all the other fuck ups he did, totally pays that off!"
"Look.." Kazuichi interjected, letting out the breath he had been holding. Daisuke leaned back against the desk, arms crossed.
"I'll admit he isn't a good player."
"I know, he's not bad at passing...you know...to the other team, and the sidelines...and the air." Daisuke stated, causing the boy to growl a bit.
"You're just...(sigh)...you are just basking in this because you won the bet." Kazuichi said.
"Funny you should mention that. I just used your two thousand yen to buy myself a Subway sandwich." the ultimate story teller said, holding up the wrapped meatball sub he had bought on campus.
"That's just fantastic, are you gonna put it in your mouth, or are you going to put it in another hole where it belongs?" Kazuichi asked, earning a chuckle from Daisuke.
"I assume you mean your mouth since it wont stay shut, and in order to keep it shut, I would have to put this sandwich in it." He said, gesturing at him with the sandwich. Kazuichi didn't say anything, to pissed off to even reply. Daisuke's eyes lit up, a smirk on his face.
"Or even better, I can kick it into your mouth, so I can say with full confidence, that I have a better kicking career, than Perisic." he said.
"Oh fuck you, go home!"
"Kaboom, I didn't even touch you and you still need a burn heal." Daisuke said, high fiving Leon who was a few seconds away from loosing his shit.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Fuyuhiko asked curiously, gaining the black haired lad's attention.
"We were watching the finalists for the Fifa World Cup and I made a bet that Croatia would lose the game." Daisuke said.
"Seriously? You guys are talking about sports?" Mahiru asked curiously.
"I thought you hated sports Dais?" Akane asked, taking a bit from her sandwich. It had been the 23rd one she had eaten that period.
"Oh trust me, I could care less. But when Kazuichi said Croatia would win the game, I just had to get in on it. I do watch Soccer play offs from time to time. I'm from Spain after all." he said. He took a bite from his meatball sub, a little sad that it was cold.
"Well, I'm gonna take off. We still need to mix the track were working on." Leon said.
"Catch ya later Lion cub!" Daisuke said, waving the teen off. Kazuichi huffed, sitting down in his desk, not really saying anything.
"Daisuke we need to talk. My mom told me she wants to host the dinner tonight, my daddy is coming in this afternoon." Hiyoko said.
"Shit, why so fast? We agreed on Friday, it would give me time to do my hair." he said.
"You're hair is fine, don't be a baby." she cried.
"It is not fine! It is frayed at the ends, Sonia said she could trim it." he said, glancing at the Princess who gave him a smile.
"Guess we won't be able to do the full treatment...no worries we can figure something out." she said.
"Hiyoko, you said your mother doesn't want you to date anyone with piercings or tattoos. Daisuke has a tattoo, but what about the piercing?" Chiaki asked.
"The piercing? That's in a special place." she said, giving the girl a grin.
"First off, I do not have a piercing...I fucking hate needles, second what is this about?" he asked, sitting on the railing in front of the teachers desk. He took another bite of his sub, savoring the sauce a bit.
"Nothing, I was just telling Mahiru and Chiaki the terms my mother set up." Hiyoko said. Daisuke nodded, snagging the juice that was on top of Akane's desk, much to her dismay.
"She just hates me cuz I'm black. She's never spoken to me, let alone met me...she has no right to judge." he said firmly.
"As much as I hate to ask, would you please behave yourself? No swearing, especially in Spanish. I know you like your heritage and I like it too, but I don't want my daddy to think bad of you. I could care less what my mother thinks." she said. He sighed, giving her a nod.
"For you sweetheart, I'll be on my best behavior. By the way, Sayaka told me the janitor was cleaning the stain in the Headmaster's office with a wire brush." he said.
The blonde dancer broke into a boisterous laugh, falling to the floor clutching her sides. All of their classmates just looked at her, not really sure what to say. No one knew anything about what happened, no one except Mikan, who was blushing like crazy. The bell rung, signaling the end of the lunch period. Daisuke wrapped the other half of his sandwich up, tossing a meatball to Akane who had been looking at it for awhile. He sighed, knowing tonight was going to be hell.
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"You look fine."
"I do not...I look to prissy."
"No you don't, you look prim and proper...precisely what my mother is looking for. You're right, take off the tie." Hiyoko said, earning an eye roll from her boyfriend.
He had gotten his hair trim from Sonia a few hours before, allowing him to get red for the meeting with the Saionji's. He had slicked his hair back, as much as he hated it, showing off a bit more of his face. He was wearing a pressed silk suit, one he was borrowing from Byakuya Togami. It had taken him a lot to convince the young heir to let him borrow it, but after awhile, he finally caved. Of course he had requested Daisuke make a story about how great the Togami Family was, and as much as he hated it, he had agreed.
Underneath the suit he was wearing a pressed white shirt, with the collar folded down. He was wearing a pressed red tie, with black stripes on it. He had a red rose in the front pocket, making him look sophisticated. He was wearing pressed black pants, he had refused to wear corduroys. He wore his black boots as well, which he had cleaned and polished to a shine. His messenger bag was slung across his shoulder, his precious tome and various other things resting within.
Hiyoko on the other hand had decided to wear the kimono he had gotten for her during Christmas. She had filled it out quite nicely and wanted to show her parents she was a proper young woman. In fact they didn't even know she had her growth spurt, since she never talked to her family. She had left her hair down, decorating it with cherry blossoms and a few white flowers. She had even worn a bit of make up, at Sonia's request. She looked completely different than normal, more beautiful in Daisuke's opinion.
Once they were ready, Hiyoko rung the door bell, wrapping her arm around his own. She glanced at Daisuke, who had a firm expression on his face. Even though he showed no emotion, inside he was screaming. She could tell. Normally she would make fun of him, but she knew the night was serious.
"Calm down, remember what we talked about. No swearing, just act like your normal self. No need to impress anyone." she said.
"I know but...you're dad is here. He flew all the way from America just to meet me, what if he thinks I'm not good enough for you?" he asked softly. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"It'll be fine...my daddy is the best person in the world. He'll definitely love you, besides you like Injustice so that's a plus." she said. She rung the bell a few more times, the loud dinging filling the hallway. It only took a few seconds for the door to open.
"Must you ring the bell so obnoxiously?"
The woman that had greeted them wasn't much taller than Hiyoko, being around five foot seven inches. She had long blonde hair, reaching down to her waist. She had pale yellow eyes and light colored skin much like her daughter. She was wearing a cream colored kimono, with bright red blossoms on it. The sleeves were quite lengthy, almost reaching the floor. Around her waist she wore a violet obi, with white blossoms and swans on it. She was wearing a pair of socks on her feet, not bothering to wear traditional sandals. Hiyoko kept ringing the bell, much to her annoyance. Daisuke however pulled her hand away, giving her a stern look.
"Now now, I think she got the message." he said.
"Ugh...fine." she said, turning back to her mother.
"Hello mother, I see you've kept well."
"And you've grown...you are becoming a beautiful woman capable of bearing the honor of our family." she replied. She glanced over at Daisuke, who gave her a warm smile.
"Is this the American you've been dating?" she asked.
"Spaniard, he's half Spanish half Japanese." Hiyoko corrected.
"Oh, so he isn't a full blood Japanese man...I can't believe you've disgraced us already." she said, crossing her arms.
"You haven't even met me yet ma'am. Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Daisuke Del Rio. I hold the title of Ultimate Story Teller, it is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Saionji." he said, as politely as possible. He even kissed the back of her hand, a gesture that surprised mother and daughter alike.
"Hmm...he isn't a filthy casual...I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. You may call me Akeno." she said, turning around. With that she disappeared into the house.
"Come on, take your shoes off and don't say anything." Hiyoko hissed, pulling him into the house. Daisuke rolled his eyes following his girlfriend into the house.
She had taken a few minutes to show him around, since dinner wasn't done yet. She had avoided showing him her childhood pictures, but he kept on teasing her until she showed him a few. That had rapidly gone south the second her grandmother came into the room.
She looked to be in her late fifties, with short white hair. She was wearing a dark colored kimono, all of the colors blending together into a solid black. The obi around her waist was white in color, with light blue prints on it. She had her arms crossed, a look of disdain on her face.
"Hiyoko, who is this?" she asked. Her voice carried a haughty tone to it, one that screamed high class.
"This is my boyfriend, the one I'm fucking every night." she said, causing her to go wide eyed.
"Hiyoko, have some respect. I'm sorry madam, she doesn't mean any of that...we started dating only a few weeks ago." he said firmly.
"I see...you are much more polite than she made you seem to be. Our family has some hope yet." the woman said, leaving the room. Hiyoko grit her teeth in anger.
"She didn't even bother saying her name." she hissed.
"It's alright, it'll be over soon." he said, kissing her cheek.
It wasn't long before they were were ushered into the dining room. Hiyoko's mother was busy putting the final preparations on the food while her grandmother was standing over her, whispering things into her ear. Daisuke honestly didn't feel comfortable being there, not one bit. Hiyoko was at least content enough with sitting next to him.
"This is awkward." he muttered softly.
"Trust your own words Daisuke, it'll be over soon." she said.
"Is dinner ready yet? I'm hungry."
"Daddy!" Hiyoko cried, shooting out of her chair. The man that had come into the dining room wasn't even ready to catch the girl.
"Hey Pumpkin, my look at how big you've gotten!" the man exclaimed, hugging his daughter tightly.
He was about 40 years old, maybe a few years older. He had short buzz cut hair and bright blue eyes. He had fair colored skin, with a few freckles on his face. He was wearing a gray suit, with a bright blue tie and matching slacks. The man didn't look at all like he fit in the family, but there he was, the patriarch of the Saionji household. Daisuke swallowed hard, jumping up a bit when Akeno set an empty glass in front of him.
"You'll be out of her life soon enough." she said.
"Ay Dios Mio, estoy jodido!" (Oh God, I'm fucked!) he said, muttering under his breath. This gathering was not going to be mundane, not at all.