Shina Kina - Owned by Twirltheflag

I'm Off to a Good Start.

"~Cause all I need

Is a beauty and a beat

Who can make my life complete

It's all about you

When the music makes you move

Baby, do it like you do, Cause~"

Look at me, singing and skip dancing on Beauty and the Beat by Justin Beiber on the first day of school while being late with no one to hear me on the empty hallway while I'm with my headphones, plugged to my ears and my mp3 iPod on my blazer chest pocket, being chill.

How's this for a first impression?

Homeroom must've started right now, probably after half an hour ago, while I was still transferring a few songs to my mp3 before I leave after I woke up on 7 sharp, so yeah I was pretty chill about it.

But you can just kick me out of the good first-impression department if somebody thinks I ruined it on the first day, not that I cared. It's not like I showed anybody everything, right? I mean, come on! First days are just part of any other school day. Not that it changes anything no matter how early you are, not even does it even break a first impression. And even if it did, people could just fuck off. Lots of people are blind to the real person sometimes.

B~~~~~~B

Oh yeah, the dub step breakdown. Couldn't stop myself from dancing on my step more energetically, including shaking my ass. While I was still dancing, I had to keep my attention up and focused on the class signs. I already passed the A,B, C, and D signs, though the further the letter got, the fancy design of the signs dropped by one margin. So if I'm going to use my quote-unquote 'logical ability' to figure out the design of my class, I should expect something close to crappy.

….And it was crappier than I thought.

Okay, I am right below the sign, and I bet that it was a piece of a sawed-off 2x4 wood that someone stole out of a construction site, slammed some chains on it and I think that same someone was a complete idiot because he wrote the wrong letter, because it supposedly says '2-E' but a sticky note with a big F in bold letters was pasted over the E, therefore making it the 2-F; The F-Class.

Or my class, to be specific.

Is this what you get for dropping the entrance exam? Well, I knew my risks, I've gotten myself here in the first place.

The song playing on my ears was frankly over, therefore I'm not getting any more distractions from the situation I'm in. I adjusted my glasses as it did even though it wasn't necessary, it's kind of a habit I had whenever I feel upset, troubled, or just plain disappointed.

With the song over, the next one would be playing at any moment. I hit the pause button through my chest pocket and the song got silenced before it even started. I unplugged the headphones and stuffed it in my bag. I'll just leave the mp3 there. Any more upbeat pop songs won't really help anymore when I am at my worst situation.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

Running footsteps, soft yet sounding hurried, and a little bit labored coming from my left, and it was getting nearer.

I turned my head to face the oncoming runner in my usual cool manner (cause I can) and was able to witness a girl with lots of wavy pink hair flying behind her as she ran towards my direction and stopped just a meter beside me.

I raised an eyebrow at the newly arrived pinkette. "Late for class?" I asked, almost genuinely thinking that the girl was about to crash into me. At least I didn't try to step aside, it would've looked kinda swaggish if someone videotaped it and showed it to me.

The girl panted a few more times, hands on her knees as she was trying to catch her breath, as though she had ran through 20 laps without breaking her momentum before finally speaking. "…..Yeah, I…guess." She said in between pants as she looked up, trying to meet my stare but instead dropping her head again to get some air. "Excuse….me…"

Despite how brief of a glance it was, I was able to get a good look of her face.

And Whoa, was she a cutie.

The pinkette had blue eyes, not really deep colored like I sort of expected her to have at the start but they do get you to keep looking at them for another 10 seconds. Her face was round, had very fair skin too, 'cept that she looked a little red from all the running. Looking at her small body, anybody could instantly say that she wasn't good enough for the sports department, that's for sure. Her pink hair that probably reached her waist was amazingly thick except it was softer and actually looked fluffier, like cotton candy.

Man she got the goods. Couldn't stop myself from widening my eyes when I took a glance at the pinkette's chest, they were enormously big for a small body like her's…

Three second rule, girl. Her eyes aren't there.

Ahem, anyway…..

Taken that this girl just passed 5 classrooms already, does that mean….

"You an F-Class?" I asked simply.

The cutie took one more deep breath, finally taking all of her oxygen back and she was finally able to speak fine, "Yeah, kind of." She answered, smiling sheepishly as she locked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you a student here in F-Class too?" She asked politely. As tall as I was, she had to look all the way up just to stare back into my face.

I sighed audibly for the second time, adjusting my glasses as I faced the classroom. It's a force of habit, couldn't help it. "Yep, we're stuck together in this classroom." I answered in a deadpan tone. "Got a name?"

"It's Himeji Mizuki, pleased to meet you." This kid was apparently too formal, even for me, she even bowed. Seems this kid's parent's raised her in a standard that anybody would appreciate her presence, no matter where she was or who she was talking to. But I'm not really in to formalities, really. It's like you're holding yourself down just to meet anyone's expectations. Not that I won't do them, but it's hardly the right time to even be this formal, right?

"'Sup, Mizuki. I'm Kina Shina, kinda rhymes so it's simple to remember." I stated, blowing the dyed locks of hair hanging on my right forehead as a finisher. Another habit I do whenever introducing myself and feeling like it.

"'Mi-Mizuki?'" Mizuki repeated in a stutter, surprised that I was using her first name right off the bat.

Ugh, here we go again.

"What? That's your name, right?" I'm getting tired of this response, I need a new line. Where's my director? "Or maybe you don't like being called it?" I asked, deadpan tone there again.

Mizuki blushed, "Huh? Uh, no! I don't mind but…..why my first name?"

I sighed again for the third time, I was already getting tired of this conversation, even after three words. Why does everybody have to make a big deal about this?

"Come on, it's just a name. Not like it's a big deal," I stated simply, deadpan tone still lingering.

Mizuki looked like she was about to say more but relented, so she just nodded in understanding, "Okay, shall I call you 'Shina-san' then?"

Huh, that sounded formal than I expected, not that I'm complaining. I smiled. "Alright, shall we get in?" I turned my attention to the classroom and adjusted my glasses, even though it wasn't necessary. "Looks like they're having some fun."

By 'fun', something close to WEIRD, or just utterly rowdy was definitely going on in the classroom.

Listen.

…..

"Er, my name is Yoshii Akihisa. Feel free to call me 'Darling'."

"DAR—LING!"

"….Sorry, I take back what I said! Nice to meet you."

….

How was that for a first impression? Not much but it came out way better than mine though.

I never thought that such a cuddly word being chorused by so many rough voice, who I could not doubt could only belong to the students' (who are going to be my classmates) inside, could be so DISGUSTING.

"This class seems something." The pinkette said.

My face fell into confusion as I looked at her weirdly. How would Mizuki thought about what was happening inside could be close to what she just said was beyond me. "'Seems something?'" I repeated, trying to draw her point.

Mizuki smiled. "Yes, everyone seemed so cheerful." She said in a peppy tone.

I looked at the situation which was past the classroom, now everybody was being a little loud. Surely, no normal person could call something like what was going on just seconds ago 'fun', right? Was she being sarcastic? Though judging by her tone, it can't be close to a 'yes'.

I stared for a while before sighing (again, I know) and adjusted my glasses once again, "Alright, let's get inside and see some of these 'cheerful' guys that you keep talking about." I said sarcastically, reaching for the door and sliding it open.

Whatever insanity that just happened to be going on inside had just abruptly stopped the sooner I opened it, which was odd because there were so many guys inside and everybody was seated the sooner I looked inside.

What actually surprised me was the classroom.

The windows were broken and crappily patched together with some frickin' Duct Tape. The desks weren't desks at all, just small, short-legged, round tables. It was practically a greenhouse of mushrooms if you look at some areas that aren't noticeable. And the guys were not sitting, they were kneeling; Seat cushions were there instead of chairs with the cushions lost. Dust, pollen, and God-knows-what-else was floating around the air.

Geez.

I sighed my fourth sigh this time, rolling my eyes as I adjusted my glasses. The Teach was there in the front behind the podium and he talked in the most monotonous, uncaring voice I ever heard in my life. "You must be the exchange student, come in and introduce yourself."

"Sorry we're late." Mizuki timidly murmured behind me.

Teach looked at Mizuki as if he had just noticed her, "Actually, you two came just in time. We were just proceeding, come in and introduce yourselves."

I wordlessly did as I was told and walked over to the front, Mizuki just happened to be not used to being looked at by many people, glancing back she was getting nervous and her face was going red again.

How's that 'fun' working out for ya, I thought with a smirk, enjoying how what she said earlier backfired on her.

I was at the podium now, I did a thorough scan all around, there happened to be another girl at the side: she had maroon colored hair that was tied to a ponytail with a yellow bow, had green eyes and had a slim body. At least we ain't the only girls around here.

I placed one hand on my hip before starting with a (fifth) sigh, "Nice to meet you, name's Kina Shina. Came from Nanokawa High School. Pleased to meet you." I stated dully as I gave a lazy bow.

I could hear a few whispers and murmurs about the mentioned school, somewhere between being a private school and had very advanced teaching methods that even average students wouldn't even make past the first semester; most where correct. It was a private school but the teaching methods weren't different from other schools, they just made the questions complicated when they were just like any other question you'd see in a test paper and is actually simple as hell if you look closer and were sharp enough to read through it.

I figured them all out in the blink of an eye and I nearly aced everything, hehe.

"Come on, Mizuki. Your turn." I ordered to the pinkette, stepping away from the podium.

"Huh!? Ah, yes! Sorry!" She struggled, trying to maintain composure. Above all the shy people I've ever met in my life, she topped all of them. She looked like she was about to faint, not that I blame her but come on its just 50+ people here. "M-my name is—I mean, my name is.." Come on girl, deep breaths. "My name is Himeji Mizuki. Nice to meet you…" She said in a small voice.

Everybody began making comments.

I turned my attention to the crowd, almost every one of the guys were staring in disbelief, and for some reason I don't know. I'd thought they'd be grinning dumbly at the fact that they're going to be pleased at the fact that they were going to share this classroom with girls. I looked in their perspective at the Pinky, trying to get their point. Looking at her twice, now that I think about it, this kid don't look the type that had a low score good enough to be here. Or maybe was she known by some reputation, like an achiever or something?

Looking back at the boys, I noticed that there at least a few boys who looked like they didn't care about the fact that we were here but I'm only seeing 3—

What the…..?

Some white guy in the corner at the back of the class with long black hair ending at his chin and very long bangs that actually covered his eyes was looking at Mizuki that was not like the gawkers or like the ones that don't care, this black haired guy was eyeing her like she was a murderer of his family.

Did this guy have a grudge on Mizuki or something?

"I have a question!" One of the guys raised his right hand.

"Huh!? Y-yes, what is your question?" Mizuki squeaked.

"Why are you here?"

Wow, rude.

Before I could say anything, Mizuki had already started saying something, stiffening as if the answer was hard to say.

"About that…." She nervously said, a nervous expression on her face and fidgeting in her steps. "I got a fever during the placement test."

What…?

I stared at the Pinkette, not believing what I just heard. "You just got thrown here because of a fever?" I muttered shockingly, frowning.

An explanation came from the teacher, "Leaving in the middle of the exam results in a zero on your placement test." He said in that monotone voice of his. It sounded…..Sick. He sounded unsympathetic and unreal more than anything.

Before I could even help it, my hand forming into a fist and my other hand holding my bag was close to crushing the grip holder before I lowered my head; I was getting Pissed. I glared hard at the teacher, seething.

"She was just sick, why didn't you give her a retry on the exam!?" I hissed at the teacher, nearly cursing.

"Maintaining not only your grades but your health is the priority of the student." The teacher said again in that motherfucking monotone again.

"Are you kidding me!?" I snapped, surprising everyone else in the room, finding that priority more stupider than the fucking hierarchy. "So, your just gonna blame the student for something she didn't do!? Oh my god." I nearly thundered, I was using every sense of self-control I ever had to not claw my head and ruin my hair (not to mention yelling, one of the core habits I had when I was very pissed).

First this school had some kind of fucked-up hierarchy of treatment depending on the grade you had, and NOW they just throw some kid to F-Class for leaving the room just because of some fever!?

This was way too fucked up, no—this was way beyond fucked up. This school had the worse methods, they treated kids (especially the F-Class) harshly because of their bad grades. THAT was the damn reason why I didn't take their damn entrance test to begin with, The complete reason why I never took the damn entrance exam was because of that fucking hierarchy. But the fact that someone was given a zero because of leaving the room due to a fever was just way worse!

It's the same as ableism of the nazi doctrine, for fucks sake!

"You're a teacher! We're not College students here, you should be prioritizing the well-being of the students and technically, blatantly blaming—" Something tugged on my sleeve, freezing my speech midway. I turned my head to look at what it was and I saw Mizuki pinching my cuffs with an apologetic look on her face.

"Um, it's alright, Shina-san. They weren't blaming me, I just wasn't watching my health at the time so it's alright."

Are you just gonna take this, Mizuki?

I frowned, just flabbergasted that the poor kid was just going to take it without having a say for anything.

Before I could argue back, the pinkette had already placed the final nail on the coffin and slammed my face towards the head to fully bury it into the wood, "I think this class would be alright."

I glowered at the short girl incredulously, unsure how to feel for her situation anymore. After a moment, I just gave up. "If that's what you want, then fine." I muttered begrudgingly, glaring at this unsympathetic asshole of a teacher.

I walked towards the back of the class, choosing to take one of the free spaces. The boys I passed by tried to back away from my space because of the fact that I was obviously pissed. They'd better be, I get really heated when I'm pissed. You better keep out if you know what's good for you.

There was an open spot nearby some redhead and there was another one beside the black haired guy earlier but the leg on the coffee table was broken so I settled to choosing the seat with the redhead.

I usually sleep in class and I won't have a problem with it since I'm pretty much covered with my marks, but frankly I don't want a seat near that damn teacher. Can't believe I chose the most inconspicuous spot of the class just for another reason besides sleeping.

I took a seat at the last row, just 3 seats away from the left. I got a wide view of everything, both from this distance and from my natural height. Note, I'm quite tall for a girl, my friends sometimes comment about it when it sticks out, and tall girl's don't get a lot of love out there. That's my experience. Not that it's my problem or anything, I have better things to deal with. You know, education before love and shit.

By the way, where was Mizuki?

I searched for the shade of pink before I noticed her: she picked a spot beside a guy with ashen brown hair.

"I was so nervous," Mizuki exhaled, putting a hand on her chest. Now the ashen haired guy was starting to talk to her, he didn't sound like he was hitting on her because he was rather mentioning about his concerns for her well-being, her fever in particular.

Good guy, I'll admit that.

Taking a peek to the left, the guy who was shooting daggers earlier, this one was much taller, possibly by 4 inches above me. This time he wasn't glowering anymore, he was placing his hand on his 'eyes' through his bangs and wiped his face, his other hand placed on his table and clenching to a fist.

Take a look at the guy's skin, he looked dead in those white fleshes. That's not usual for a boy, it was like he was freshly resurrected from his grave by some occult.

Despite how far he was, I was actually able to hear a small murmur right after he lightly slammed his hand to the tatami floor with a low groan.

"….This is so fucking wrong…!" The last word came out a hoarse scream, suppressed down that nobody could've heard it except nearby. And by 'nearby', I mean me. I don't always play my music at full maximum, I could practically hear ants 5 meters away.

Cocking an eyebrow, I wonder if this guy was under the same circumstances as Mizuki, or just different. But then again, why was he looking at Mizuki as if she just burnt his house down?

Ah, there he goes again.

No way could I see his eyes, no way I could see his entire face except halfway down where it was visibly stoic and cold, but I could 'see' his glare and it was pointed right at Mizuki. If just tad guessing wasn't a good indication, then take a look at the guy's hand. It was curled to a fist, then it started clawing at the rotten tatami mat back and fro until he was leaving 4 scratch lines.

Now it was starting to look a little unsettling. I scooted closer and placed myself behind the broken coffee table that was next to his seat before calling for his attention.

"Hey, I don't know what you and Mizuki had but if you don't stop looking at her like that, you're gonna look like you're about to pounce on her."

His reaction was to snap his head sideways to look at me. The way he looked at me without any of his eyes in plain sight, thanks to his bangs, it was almost unnerving.

"….What?" He hissed as if he didn't hear me.

I rolled my eyes before I rephrased in a dry tone. "Just why the hell are you looking at Mizuki over there like some serial killer finally seeing a potential victim to kill?"

"….Then you should back off if you know what is good for you." He snapped coldly, as if he was doing that to scare me off.

Not even close, dude. That line doesn't belong to you, only. "Sorry, I don't." I countered. "Now tell me why." I further pressed, leaning towards him slightly.

Strangely, I was starting to 'see' his eyes widening at my refusal, like I just predicted the kind of face he was making because of what I said. "….Do you expect me to tell you that instantly?"

"I do, so tell me. Are you guy's having a lover's quarrel or something?"

He got flustered instantly. I couldn't tell if he was blushing or just gone red from anger, the only clue was a very annoyed face showing. "….No!" He nearly yelled that.

"Okay, then tell me what's going on then I'll leave you alone."

"….Just what the hell is your point, woman!?"

"I have a name, you know."

"….Do I care!?"

I forced myself from smirking in amusement, I just kept the blank look on my face that would've probably said 'yeah, go on'. I was starting to love this. If he's not going to tell me then I might as well have fun with him.

"You two! Be quiet!" Some motherfucking monotone reprimanded from the podium. My poker face fell and I shot a sideways glare at the damned teacher from the corner of my eyes. As if I'm going to listen to you with that kind of voice.

The guy simply shot a glare and a sneer towards the direction I was facing. I barely missed the animalistic growling noises that was visibly resonating in his direction.

Instead of extra reprimands I hear another boy doing his self-introductions monotonously continued. Didn't even think about making an afterword for the noises he and I were making, what a surprise.

I stared back at the guy, after a few seconds of spitefully looking at the front of the class he turned his stare from the teacher to me, fixing that death glare of his to my direction. It might be those bangs that were making the glare intense because the way his eyes were hidden by it, the effect of the stare was magnified threefold. I don't know how intense was he staring at me, leaves a good psychological effect.

Thankfully, I didn't budge an inch under his stare.

We were like that for a while, doing a staring contest with each other, except that you gotta make the other uncomfortable just by your mere stare (and I am having a hard time keeping my face like this). After a while, he was the one who lost, because he slashed the tatami floor horizontally with his fingernails, as if he was trying to mark a territory with 4 lines, which failed because he didn't leave a mark. Probably pissed, he turned his eyes away from me to the window, still looking annoyed, now I was doing a staring contest with his back; Greetings, noble foe.

"…" He was silent for a bit, but I didn't stop staring at him. Just can't stop myself from annoying this guy even longer. Take note of this, I'm not one to 'let things be', when I want something, I'll do whatever it takes to get it, and I won't stop until I do. If he's not gonna tell me then I will bear him down to the ends of the earth.

Call me annoying but that's who I am.

"….(stare)"

"…"

"….(Stare)"

"…"

"….(Stare)"

"…"

If this guy was feeling my stare, he wasn't showing any sign of it, or he was doing a good job of hiding it. I was trying to bore 2 holes on his back but I don't think it's working, he's very still. It was like I was staring at a statue that's never going to do anything except pose.

"….."

"…..(Stare)"

"….."

"…(Stare)

Damn it, this is getting nowhere. How was I supposed to get the information out of him?

"….Tell me your name again." He lowly said without facing me.

….Never mind?

"And if I don't?" I challenged him.

He answered me straight away, "….You will never hear my answer to your question."

….Okay, didn't actually expect it to get him so quickly, looks like he fell under my stare, but I'm pretty sure he was being like this just so I could leave him alone. Sounds like the same result, but I can't waste the chance.

"It's Kina Shina, dude. You should'a paid attention while I was introducing myself." I told him firmly. "Now tell me yours." I demanded, referring to his name. Hey, I gotta be fair here! He was going to tell me his pieces of information without a fight and that doesn't mean I shouldn't return the favor.

Slowly, he turned his head to face me, the slow revolution of his head made the action quite creepy. Seriously, does this guy have to move like a horror movie antagonist every time?

As he was half-facing me, his direct stare just a little sideways from my face to my right, drumming his fingers in a series pattern on the table before he answered me. "….Rino." He told me. "….It's Shimuya Rino."

I swear, if he starts saying the exact same lines again, I'm gonna fucking blow.

I won't be able to bear it twice in one day.

"Now, Rino." I started, steeling myself for it. "Why are you looking at her like that?"

He didn't react, no mild surprise for using his first name right off the bat or even a sign of annoyance for pressing the matter further once again.

After a short pause, he told me in a voice that completely spilled venom. "….Because of that DAMN priority!" He hissed.

Intriguing, "What priority?" I more or less demanded than asked.

But Rino didn't seem to notice it, or maybe he just ignored it, "….The main reason why Himeji is here is part of the reason why I am here!" He nearly yelled, and this time I mean it, he nearly did.

My fingers curled into a fist, "So what does that shit have to do with you looking at Mizuki like that?" I harshly demanded, barely containing myself because of my own anger.

Despite the way I said that, the way it sounded offensive than the way it should be, he didn't get pissed or even glare at me. He looked….downcast, direct stare pointed down and head hung low, as if the question I had asked had struck him somewhere deep.

After being silent for a few seconds, he told me in a gentle voice, as though he was trying not to sound forbidding in his answer. "….The information you seek from me is quite…..'personal'. I cannot share willingly." His voice was low, pained and very, very bitter.

….Okay, now I feel a little awful for saying it like that. If he was here under the same case as Mizuki then he was as affected as the Pinkie was, but instead of accepting it just like her, he was openly showing his displeasure. Maybe I shouldn't press it any further and make it worse for him even more, this guy was probably having it worse than Mizuki over there who was quite blasé about being in this class for having a fever.

"Okay…." I nodded and just leaned back with my hands supporting me instead of heading back to my table. "I'm not the kind of girl that pries into someone's life, anyway."

Reeeaaal smooth, Shina. Totally not that kind of girl at all, after everything you just asked a few seconds ago.

Shut up! I wasn't thinking! I was too pissed because of Monotone-Sensei over there that I wasn't even thinking about what I said unlike when I was composed. Damn Hypocritical Me.

Still though, I wanna know:

Just why is he looking at her like that?

Eh, I'll deal with that later. Right now, let's just sit back and enjoy the show.

~~~~~ « ҉» ~~~~~

I just stayed still for a bit and waited out the self-introductions. To be frank, I was BORED as fuck that I felt like flipping off this entire thing, 'enjoy the show' my ass.

Everybody was so monotonous just like the measly guy behind the podium. Can't use my headphones yet, don't wanna risk it being taken for using it in class. I'm not letting anybody touch this sacred treasure of mine, EVER!

I looked to the side again to have a look at Rino if he's still glaring at Mizuki. He isn't. He's just being passive, his elbows on the coffee table on front of him, hands interlocked on the surface, and his direct stare on the surface that all of his hair hung downwards, which just makes that horror themed appearance of his stand out.

How does he do that really, being conversational the first then being an inconspicuous homicidal teenager the next?

"You're not here because of grades, aren't you?" I asked randomly, not really sure how to follow this up once he answers.

He shook his head slowly, his black tresses swinging side to side like pendulums. "….Much more than that." He muttered.

I didn't quite hear him but I'm pretty sure that's what he said so I just said, "Right."

"…"

"…"

Yeah, no follow up conversation afterwards, he continued the 'plan a murder method' pose. But if some horror movie clichés could go, then the murderer was always a smart one. It totally supports that homicidal teenager look of his and my intuition that he was a beyond an average-grade student. Sometime must've happened to him in the entrance exam that didn't give him a better classroom than this dust trap.

"….I hate that priority as much as you seem to hate it." He remarked without looking at me.

I inclined my head in his direction to hear him clearly, his voice was too low to be heard while a roll call was ongoing. "You don't say." I agreed. "How 'bout you? Are you gonna do something about it?"

I suddenly felt the change in his mood, from bitter to neutral and he brought his interlocked fingers below his chin before saying, "….Anything is possible in this school..." He said darkly before pausing. "…..but the red-haired man in front will be the one to bring the changes I wanted."

I looked to where he looked and I see a redhead guy, tall, and evidently muscular, in a concentrating position, very contemplative about something. I stared for a little bit before I faced him again, "And how is he going to do that?" I asked.

He removed his hands from his chin and just leaned back, supporting himself with his hands behind him. "….Wait." He answered simply.

Really? You're just gonna leave me with that?

He took a deep breath and he was facing me fully. Again, it was unnerving with his eyes not being there to be seen and he was looking at me with an emotionless stare, emotionless being his flat line of a mouth and pretty much nothing else.

"….Do you want to hear something that could satisfy your animosity towards what the proctor had said? It was part of the reason why I am here."

Was he talking about the priority?

Lifting an eyebrow, I dared him. "Humor me."

His demeanor suddenly changed, his horror themed appearance became deliberate, like he was doing that on purpose. His face, it suddenly contorted to a grimace; the mere sight of it just sends the chills to my spine.

"….On the day of entrance exam, I crumpled my test paper, tipped over my table and threw the piece of paper at the proctor the sooner he rambled about the PRIORITY."

My eyes flew wide open and my back snapped straight up, my hands now beside me instead of behind me. Looking at him in disbelief, I had never met anyone who would do something criminal or just plain school-wise offensive and tell people about it like it was a story about how he got his first bike.

I did react and gave him my feedback, though I'm pretty sure it was beyond what he expected me to say, probably expecting me to be repulsed or just be plain disgusted of him. The way he said that, it sounded like he wanted me to back away from him, like he was doing that to keep me away from his space. It would've worked, ya know. Somebody else would've looked at him in a different light the sooner he told someone else about what he did. Anybody normal would have, but ME? Nah, I'm a lost cause now. I'm pretty much kicked out of the Normal Department years ago.

I smiled suggestively, and I said in a teasing tone, almost meaning it.

"I think you and I are gonna get along juuust fine."

I have Twirltheflag's permission. Kina Shina is rightfully mine but forever the Author's creation.