5. Honshō Chizuru. Class 1-F, Ishiyama Highschool. Seventeen years of age. Known and ruthless gang member.
The cinders blow in the wind, darkening with a faint tangerine glow. Smoke fills her lungs, tar coats her throat and it feels disgusting. Either which way, she takes another deep drag of the glowing death stick, soft, thin, peach lips pursed. Her exhale is lengthy, the smoke sitting in her mouth, before seeping out with purpose.
"Honshō," her leader yells.
Turning, she faces the dark haired beauty. Calculating yet seductive eyes analyse her, something akin to worry and amusement cross her eyes.
"Daijobu?" She asked in a flippant manner.
Smirking, she uses her tongue to flick her cigarette to the side, answering in a careful mumble.
"Hai, senpai."
Ringo says nothing more, nodding before walking back to their questionably solid school building. Her hips sway as she leaves and Chizuru takes in the sight with a murmur of appreciation. A crashing sound quickly steals her attention though.
Someone flies out a window, face battered. Another person is thrown soon after, face beaten beyond recognition.
"Next time don't break my windows!" Tojo yells out to the less conscious figure.
Snickering, Chizuru blows a round of smoke from her nose, feeling the way it burned lightly. The tension she held inside slowly melting away, with the burning ash the fell towards her feet. A carefree grin covers her face and she feels so strong. No longer a weakling being protected by dense assholes.
Slender fingers grip at the chain around her waist. She'd need to ask Nene-onee-sama for a spar soon, to see how far her progress has actually taken her. Spitting the cigarette from her lips, a brave smirk covers her face. Maybe she could provoke Ryo for a fight, kami-sama knows the uptight bitch needs it.
Coughing violently, Chizuru lets the dry taste evaporate before adjusting her glasses. Shoulders squaring, she lets out a purposely agitated aura, hoping someone would challenge her. In reality she hoped it was a boy, but she wouldn't mind fighting anyone around about now. If it was a girl, then at least she'd be able to grope something worthwhile. The thought of an opponent with long legs and a short skirt made her smirk deepen. A shiver went through her as the image became more detailed. Licking her lips, Chizuru leisurely walked where the first years hung around, hoping some cocky bastard would foolishly spring her trap.
Predictably, not even two minutes some bold male tried to lay his hand upon her bottom. Before his fingers even made contact with her coat, her chain audibly cracked against his face. In slow motion, his sickly green eyes widen, then closed as he laid on the ground unconscious.
"Bitch!" His lackey yells, running towards her with a bat.
His image flickers as she imagines the bat slimming down into a katana, his thick, boyish features morphing into pale skin, angular faces and bones cover crevices on his face. Blood flows rapidly from his nose, staining the ground as he falls. A white cloak falls with him, as does the illusion. All that remains is a regular, defeated lackey and his unconscious counterpart.
Glaring bitterly, partly at the pitiful fighter and partly at the unwholesome memories. Scoffing at the fresh meat, Chizuru reminds herself to train these pitiful recruits, hell no would they survive in this demon-infested, hollow-induced realm with such dismissible skill. But, with practice, they'd survive, after all she did. Kicking the two delinquents, to remind them they needed to get stronger, she furls her whip, before bending down to the semi-conscious male before her.
Chizuru smiles, almost like the smile she gave an orange-haired princess once upon a yesteryear, before lifting him with minimal effort and digging through his poorly concealed secret pockets. There she spots his stash, mostly cigarettes and a switchblade. Nothing too surprising. Taking the packet, she swipes one then pulls her cyan lighter from her pocket.
Lighting the death stick fills her with a sense of disgust and guilt, she relishes the feeling and remembers a useless past, before dropping the packet. It lands with a clatter before the loser and the idiot better get the message.
He better see it as an insult, he'll come back looking for revenge and she'd wait. By the time she's finished with these naïve idiots, they'd be strong enough. They'll be able to look after themselves, she promises. They'll be strong, she won't let anyone stay weak. She won't protect them, Chizuru knows better than to repeat such idiotic mistakes.
Releasing a puff that fills her with self-hatred, Chizuru walks away and remembers a past that she promises, she won't ever repeat. Because she's never ever going to let anyone protect her again, never.
Hello. Thank you for reading and bye.