"Your students labeled the performance 'existing wish'?" Morax asked.
Buer nodded. "I have been giving them distance and haven't listened to a single word due to a personal problem. I told them to go to Balam if they needed help." Too bad that they didn't listen to him still, the class, as well as the school in general, finding Balam too scary to be around. "Somedays I wonder how Kalego does it."
"An iron will and a soul made of steel." Morax spoke with that ever persistent fondness she often carried for the man nowadays.
The four trouble makers of his class stood on stage, with quiet music beginning to play as lights focused on them. Oh, they were the lead … this would be doom incarnate. "Damn it, the troublemakers."
"How bad can they be, Mew?" Stolas asked.
"I want to trade a misfit or two with them." The others were shocked at his declaration. Yes he would. He meant it. Sabnock, Caim, hell that Valac girl would be an instant improvement from the little school bomber he had in his class. Least she makes something other than explosions.
A shooting star went over the students' heads. "Oh shooting star, grant my wish, and bring me popularity." Teufel started.
"Oh shooting star, grant my wish, and bring me a woman." Leheru added on. The crowd looked at each other in confusion.
"Oh shooting star, grant my wish, and bring me a playmate." Bombe spoke out, the crowd now looking disappointed and chatted among themselves at the 'bad performance.
"Oh shooting star, grant my wish, and bring me endless food." Schwein finished off. By now even the judges looked tired, except Amducias. The man was determined to be as critical as possible after all.
The star passed, the music fading. A few seconds of silence before a slow guitar started playing.
"It seems we've been ignored again."
"Why does it always seem to be our luck?"
"Why does the world favor others?"
"Then we only have one thing to say!" The crowd now looked at the building melody and frustrated faces forming on the demons front and center.
"SCREW YOUUUUUUUUUU!" Their voices and the music exploded, generating an actual force that blew through the crowd … maybe he should have paid more attention.
Kalego blinked, more surprised than startled. At least he could say that about himself, Inko's hair actually blew backwards with the wind.
"Every single day we try and try, pushing ourselves and what does it get us?" The Beanie wearing boy asked the others on stage.
"No good lucky bastards, that just end up getting stuff cause they're lucky!" The others repeated.
"Ah...that's….something." Inko looked in complete bafflement. "I don't know if I can call it good or bad, I can only say it's something."
"Yes. There's nothing else to describe it." He agreed. Buer, you fool! Didn't you watch over your class!?
"Every single day we study up and up to learn and plan and what does it get us?" The glasses asked the others.
"Some pompous assholes with photographic memory, barely studying with perfect grades!" The others answered.
"Rock out!" Valac was reveling in the chaos, laughing and clapping.
"Aw, my sweet Clara's enjoying the fun words on stage!" The Valac matriarch clapped along with her. How did this woman survive till adulthood?
"I build up my muscles through work and training, after a year and where am I?" The pig asked the others.
"Some lucky guy born with a bloodline towing over every demon!" The stage demons responded.
"I wouldn't say lucky … are they alright?" Ms Amsodeus asked.
"Probably … maybe … I doubt it." Kalego relented.
"I try and understand people, chatting and clapping, finding a way to act and what does it get?" The hooded demon asked.
"A group of crazy assholes that never let you join their fun!" After that part, they lined back up.
"Oh cosmos, tell us why, tell us why you chose them? Tell us why, tell us why, why are we so far behind? Does our ambition amount to nothing? Does our work mean anything?"
"How are they NOT in the Misfit Class?" Azazel looked lost in his stupor.
"Zom Bombe, the hooded one, was, but Sullivan wouldn't fix the paper error." Kalego was glad that everyone, barring the Valac and Koopa heads, looked enraged. It was a good look on Inko.
"I'm sorry, but if the bomb boy ever gets close to my son in any way, I'll throw him into space." Inko … Not the response he was looking for. In all honesty he thought she'd be upset at her fathers lack of work.
"Universe please answer us! Don't you get it … We deserve to be ... Main Characters, Too!" By now the entire crowd was rallying at this insanity of a shit show … alright, maybe his class wasn't the worst group of students. He needed to get Buer a drink sometime.
"What..just...what the hell is this?" Lied asked, still not quite sure what he just listened to.
"I guess others want the spotlight too." Kerori spoke. "That's the message I'm getting, and they're blaming their bad luck and lack of skills on the universe."
"Yeah, I mean, when was the last time anyone heard anything about Class D?" Jazz raised an eyebrow. "Class A has two members of the Calamity Cult and Orobas"
"Class B has the Asmodeus Fan Club, now Harvest Fan Club." Kamui spoke up.
"Why are they called Harvest?" Eiko asked.
"They extended their range of affections quite widely after the Harvest Festival, mainly to the rest of the Misfits." Kaumi answered.
"I actually have the book." Schneider raised a thick book. "Apparently Midoriya is worshiped in the same manner as Anti Christ."
"Wow, just another thing we need." Azz muttered. "What about you Izuku?" There was no answer. "... Izuku?"
"Huh, oh, sorry, got caught up in the song." Izuku was...bopping his head back and forth..huh? "Isn't it great?"
"It's super fun! Oh, everybody's part is coming up!" Clara clapped.
"Oh cosmos, tell us why, tell us why you chose them? Tell us why, tell us why, why are we so far behind? Does our ambition amount to nothing? Does our work mean anything? Universe please answer us! Don't you get it … We deserve to be ... Main Characters, Too!"
Izuku and Clara actually joined in, along with some of the student body. This was fucking tripy. "I know it's a joke by now to question Izuku's sanity...but this is the last straw, right?" Azz asked the rest of the class.
"Hey, he has bad taste in style." Lied shrugged. "Clearly that extends to music." He looked at the two maniacs, laughing and smiling. "But yes, someone please contact a therapist for him. He's suffered enough."
Zom bowed with the rest of the class. The explosions were great, perfect for the explosive singing moments. "A surprising and excellent performance!" Robin shouted. "But it's not up to me, it's up to the judges!" The man pointed at the three. He liked bunny ears, she seemed like she could run fast for the hot potato of death.
The judges looked at each other, as if deliberating … then gave them … a triple three. "Wow, nine points out of eighteen, only beating class C so far."
"Oh come on!" Shouted a boy and girl somewhere in the crowd. They looked like they were having a lot of fun!
"We still couldn't beat them …" Sharon muttered. "Even when they actually like us, we still couldn't be him."
"What'd you expect? That'd we'd give you a standing ovation just for randomly shouting everything you're feeling into a mic? Amateurs if I ever saw them." Shade-lady groaned. "You didn't form any kind of rhythm or medley in the lyrics, it was literally just loud, white noise yelling into the void."
"See, I told you we should've made the lyrics rhyme at least." Grandmaster gave his criticism too, and it made Sharon go do that scary face he tried to pull off from time to time. Wasn't he having fun just a minute ago?
"And you clearly didn't spend enough time practicing the instruments for the genre you decided on." Bunny Lady spoke next. "It's like you were using rusty nails for picks. You didn't even hit the strings right half the time. Did you have concrete musical notes to follow along to? It felt like you were making it up as you went."
"Ah..we planned out most of it..the rest of it was improvised." TonTon shrugged nervously.
Amducias sighed. "And honestly, the whole theme of this performance was the biggest tragedy." He raised his three at them. "People can be born better than others, that's just a fact you have to accept. There is nothing that will change that." What did that mean? Sure, he could make explosions better than anybody, but what did that matter? "Really, this three is out of pity if I'm being serious. Your passion is half-hearted, and you have no goals other than to be seen. Guess what, people see people all the time, and it's nothing special. What else do you have besides that?"
Sharon looked devastated by that. "A … ambition and … dete-"
"I've lived long enough, and I've been with the previous demon king. Let me tell you now. Your ambition is pathetic. A disgrace to demons." Multiple members of the crowd and Robin looked a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere. He should blow the guy up!
"Sharon, want me to play 'hot seat'? I got the perfect..Sharon..?" His buddy was no longer right beside him. "Sharon?" He saw his familiar cat cap rushing into the crowd, heading towards two green headed figures.
Grandmaster looked pretty pale. "Shit, he's running towards the Danger-Junkie and the Calamity Cult!"
"Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" Who was that asshole? What right did that frilly, tall, slightly scary asshole have to call him pathetic! He had ambitions! He was going to join the student council! He would get praise from Ameri Azazel herself and...and…he'd...do...
'What would I have done?'
No, it was just the universe getting to his head again! He'd sort this out! He needed to do something big, something amazing right now to get everyone to notice him! He'd confront that bastard Izuku Midoriya and show him who the real top demon in the school was!
"I have something to say to you!" He shouted at the boy and was returned with … a smile?
"Your song was awesome!" The boy spoke. "It reminded me of a lot of fast-paced music from back home, like an opening!"
"Ah...what…?" Sharon didn't expect this. "Whatever, that's not important! What I have.." Something was keeping him from completing his rant. "Ah...what exactly about the song did you like?"
"I know what the judges said, but I really related to the lyrics."
"Huh, but, but how!?" How the hell did the Honor Student relate to something so deep, so personal to him!? "You're like the most powerful guy in school! Everyone's constantly waiting to see what you're going to do next!"
"You think I started off that way? Far from it. I was the most unnoticed face you could ever come across. In fact I couldn't use magic, it made me the weakest guy you could ever meet." He chuckled.
"What...but..but you…? How did you get..why, why...what's with you now! The strength, being constantly in the spotlight then!? Why all the attention now?!" Come on, say something shitty, you idiot!
"Circumstance, hard work, and serious amounts of spite." Midoriya shrugged. "Not all men are created equal. Believe me when I say that I understand wanting to be noticed by someone, by ANYONE around you. You should start small, begin with people you can trust and go from there." He pointed to Valac.
"Super fun music, fluffy cat hat-kun! I had fun!" The misfit cheered and smiled in a similar manner to Midoriya...in a similar manner to Zom...
"I know, she doesn't seem approachable at first glance, but there's fewer people I can trust more than her. I don't think I'd be where I am with people today without her."
Where would he be without Grandmaster, TonTon, Zom….the only demons that even liked him.
"… Damn you Midoriya!" He shouted, causing the boy to blink. "Why couldn't you be an asshole!?" Why did you have to be so nice?!
"I think that's the first time someone wanted me to be mean …" The boy muttered.
"Hey Sharon!" Zom ran up to them. "I have another game to cheer you up. Explosion tag!"
"Oh, that sounds super fun!"
Midoriya seemed to pale at the sight. "There's two of them. End me now."
"It's okay, Izu. The explosions can't hurt you, not as long as I'm here." Oni grabbed the boy.
"We're going to die, the end is nigh." The student representative muttered in horror.
"You'll be fine." The Koopa queen patted him.
"I have Katsudon, Izuku-kins! Eat it while it's hot!" The green haired girl offered.
"Oh, Katsubomb sounds lovely!" Truly the best buddy he could ask for.
