The hunt was on.
We hadn't had enough to eat in three weeks. Our Ookami appetites were getting the better of us. The smell of fresh meat surrounded us. I wasn't complaining. Keep on reassuring me there's something there to eat afterschool.
Hikyuu didn't like the idea of hunting humans. I told her to suck it up; once it's in our stomachs, it makes no difference what animal it was. After a few hours of arguing, she had finally agreed.
And yes, we had this conversation at the lunch table.
Hell, people won't come near us. Mainly because of the pinkish-red, blood-crusted wound on my face. But they know we're badass. Just by how we're rebellious and refuse to take down our hoods. Well, there's a reason for that.
That reason? Um, I already mentioned it; the Ookami thing? It sucks being an Ookami. But it's awesome at the same time. I mean, I can sneak out at any time because I would hear if I made any noise. But so would Hikyuu, so that sucks. A lot. Hikyuu's super strict. It sucks eggs. When I say eggs, I mean ROTTEN eggs. год old rotten eggs. Grrr. Hikyuu doesn't know how to loosen up, seriously. It's mega ghey. But she's my sis-- I gotta handle it, или else, well, that's a major scolding to handle as well. And when Hikyuu scolds, she phases and tries to kill.
Yeah. Creepy much? Well, we're Ookami, so we have pretty short tempers. Wait, why am I suddenly defending her case?! Oh, right. She's my sis.
I hate that twin sympathy thing. Every time she accidentally cuts или burns herself while cooking food, I feel it too! Also, I can hear her thoughts. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
And sometimes, it's a bit disturbing.
Nobody would guess, bit Hikyuu has a rather dark side.
So it'd be, 'I WILL KILL HIM!' in a mega demonic voice.
Or, 'Ooooh, damn, those pants are tight! Not complainin' over here, I got a nice view!'
Oh, my God. That always sends chills down my back. IT HURTS MY BRAIN!!!
Okay, well not literally.
But if it really did, then I would scream it every day. Too bad. I wish it did. I want to scream in her super sensitive Ookami ears!
Insert mischievous grin here.
And then it'll disappear when Hikyuu asks me what I'm grinning at. I hope that doesn't happen.
But just then, as I thought this, a scolding voice rang out from Далее to me, "Hidaka, what're Ты grinning at?"
The grin disappeared, all right. I realized I was staring at two rather good-looking red-heads that were obviously known in this school, seeing as how girls were squealing when they smiled. I blinked and said, "It's funny how they have fan-girls...?"
I felt Hikyuu's hand on the back of my head as she firmly planted it there in a smack.
"Ow."
"Okay, so what were Ты REALLY grinning at? I know the difference between your laughing grin and your mischievous grin. Though, right now, I don't want to see either."
I entwined my fingers and placed them under my chin, my elbows propping me up as they (figuratively) rooted themselves to the table. "I feel like pranking someone. That simple. Imouto-chan, Ты should know that by now."
I heard her growling as I continued to stare at the red-heads I had by now figured as twins. Identical twins, like me and Hikyuu.
"Hidaka, you're a baka."
"I know, Imouto-chan. I know." Smack! "Ow."
These two twins... Were they gay? They just look gay. Really, they do. The way they part their hair, the way they roll their eyes, the way they talk. It reminds me of gay people. Well, it might also have to do with the girls squealing about "brotherly love" and how one acts like a seme, the other uke. Oi. It's kinda annoying.
My ears twitched in annoyance as their squeals rang out again. My eyesight was going red. I felt Hikyuu grasp my hand, which calmed me down a little. See, when I get ticked, my dark red orbs literally glow. So I guess I really am a monster that lurks in the darkness, huh? Ты know how in bed-time stories they usually have that evil dude with glowing red eyes? Well, I guess I'm that evil dude. Except I'm not a dude. I'm a dudette, thank you.
My now slightly glowing red eyes met the hazel-amber eyes of one of the twins. The one that had that innocent shine in it. The uke. I felt all my anger vanish. I couldn't look away. I couldn't blink.
Until I felt the death glares of the fangirls cutting through me. That made me look at them with The Look. That look has sent chills through the greatest criminals known to man. That look will make anybody suddenly cold to the bone. Everyone's body will tremble with fear and a cold sweat will break out as they see the murderous intent in my eyes.
I continued to give them The Look even as I felt Hikyuu заворачивать, обертывание her arms around mine and drag me out backwards.
~~~
"Hidaka, what the hell? Why just suddenly give them The Look?" Her tone was scolding, with a disbelieving hint to it.
"I dunno," I muttered, hanging my head as though there was nothing there to support it. I had to at least act ashamed. Not like I, Hidaka Fuzoku, could EVER be ashamed of GLARING at someone. или even giving them The Look. Because I Любовь seeing the fear glaze over their eyes. To see their pupils dilate as their eyes widen. To see that drop of sweat, that crystalline drop of liquid, slide down the side of their face.
I'm a bit sadistic. I know that. Got a problem? No? Din' think so.
So what if I like scaring people? EVERYONE gets a good kick out of seeing someone scared at such a stupid thing like being laughed at.
~~~
"Ms. Fuzoku! Ms. Fuzoku!!" rang out the teacher's voice.
I sat up straight in my сиденье, место, сиденья in alarm before leaning вперед with my hand tracing the length of my blood-crusted wound. I gave a tiny devilish smirk as I answered, "Here."
"Ms. Fuzoku, could Ты come up to the front of the class to answer the Вопрос written on the board?" Sensei's glasses reflected the light so that I couldn't see his eyes. But I wouldn't be able to anyways; his black hair fell into his eyes to make them unnoticeable. He was wearing a light blue suit. "Ms. Fuzoku."
"Hai," I grumbled and pushed myself out of my chair, my hands on the стол письменный, стол as I kept my face towards the ground. I slowly walked to him so that I looked pissed. Chairs screeched against the ground when I passed, the results of people scooting to the side to try and evade my gaze.
Too bad Hikyuu wasn't in my class. Oh wait! That's a good thing. I won't be getting a scolding afterschool!
Yay. <---- Utterly unenthusiastic.
The Chairman had put us in separate classes so that we could "socialize with others" and "get to know new people". Fuck that! I want to be with my sister!
Ah well. That's life. I've heard the phrase "Life is unfair" a few times. I gotta say, it fits to a T. Why do people say that? "Fits to a T." I think it sounds weird! Oh wait. Back to the narration of my own little story over here. Sorry! I often get carried away when I'm doing flashbacks. Reminds me of that time--
Grrr.
I have SO got to stop that.
Anyways, I walk up to him, chairs scooch away because I look pretty pissed. I stood in front of him with my chin high and my eyes narrowed dangerously. My arms crossed over my (pitifully flat) chest. I took the piece of chalk and pressed it to the board... but instead of writing, I pushed it against the board so hard it broke in half. And then, when it hit the floor, I stomped on it over and over to where it was reduced to powder. I didn't care if I got detention; I didn't feel like being up there.
Luckily, he didn't give me detention. He was too busy staring at the white powder on the floor. I bent down and scooped up some before blowing it into his face. He sputtered and spat and gagged and the whole nine yards, while me and the rest of the class snickered.
I went to sit down. As I put my feet up on the таблица and leaned back in the chair so that it was on two legs, a neatly folded piece of paper landed on it. I stared at it for a few moments before looking around. It was that kid. The one from lunch, who I for some reason couldn't look away from. He was smiling with his hand holding his face up by his left cheek. He grinned for a moment, his perfect teeth momentarily flashed by his naturally well-colored lips gliding across them. I was officially dazzled. Okay, what the hell? Me, Hidaka Fuzoku, dazzled?! This has to be some kind of nightmare. If I just pinch myself, then I'll wake up.
I didn't wake up when I pinched my arm. Damn!
Sighing, I grabbed the paper on the таблица and opened it, holding it lazily with one hand as I read the fancy cursive.
Hello, I've been informed that Ты are Hidaka Fuzoku (forgive me if I am incorrect. I might be a good listener, but I am not the best!) Would Ты care to meet me afterschool in the gardens?
Whoa. Did I just get asked out?
I scribbled my answer at the bottom of the paper, folded it lazily, and slid it to him on the ground. Since he was on the other side of the classroom, that was a lot of sliding. But I managed it in one kick. Barely. But still.
Well, if Ты insist. But I never did get your name, if I am correct. And it wouldn't be fair if we met afterschool and Ты knew my name but I didn't know yours.
I saw the smile dance on his lips. Such a handsome face. Is it possible to make someone unable to breathe like this? It was almost like his presence was intoxicating. или was I in a trance? Was this my daydream? But why would I daydream that I got asked out by a fairly good-looking guy?
The paper landed on my стол письменный, стол again. I immediately unfolded it, giving him a suspicious look. He smiled innocently.
Your request is just. My name Kaoru Hitachiin. I expect to see Ты afterschool then?
How could I resist? I scribbled an 'Of course, Mr. Kaoru Hitachiin.' and put a smiley at the bottom that was grinning devilishly. I slid the paper to him with a smirk.
He nodded at me and tucked the paper into his pocket. I nodded back and looked to the front of the classroom. How many pieces of chalk does this guy have?
I'll have to Поиск through all of his cabinets and drawers and all that afterschool.
We hadn't had enough to eat in three weeks. Our Ookami appetites were getting the better of us. The smell of fresh meat surrounded us. I wasn't complaining. Keep on reassuring me there's something there to eat afterschool.
Hikyuu didn't like the idea of hunting humans. I told her to suck it up; once it's in our stomachs, it makes no difference what animal it was. After a few hours of arguing, she had finally agreed.
And yes, we had this conversation at the lunch table.
Hell, people won't come near us. Mainly because of the pinkish-red, blood-crusted wound on my face. But they know we're badass. Just by how we're rebellious and refuse to take down our hoods. Well, there's a reason for that.
That reason? Um, I already mentioned it; the Ookami thing? It sucks being an Ookami. But it's awesome at the same time. I mean, I can sneak out at any time because I would hear if I made any noise. But so would Hikyuu, so that sucks. A lot. Hikyuu's super strict. It sucks eggs. When I say eggs, I mean ROTTEN eggs. год old rotten eggs. Grrr. Hikyuu doesn't know how to loosen up, seriously. It's mega ghey. But she's my sis-- I gotta handle it, или else, well, that's a major scolding to handle as well. And when Hikyuu scolds, she phases and tries to kill.
Yeah. Creepy much? Well, we're Ookami, so we have pretty short tempers. Wait, why am I suddenly defending her case?! Oh, right. She's my sis.
I hate that twin sympathy thing. Every time she accidentally cuts или burns herself while cooking food, I feel it too! Also, I can hear her thoughts. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
And sometimes, it's a bit disturbing.
Nobody would guess, bit Hikyuu has a rather dark side.
So it'd be, 'I WILL KILL HIM!' in a mega demonic voice.
Or, 'Ooooh, damn, those pants are tight! Not complainin' over here, I got a nice view!'
Oh, my God. That always sends chills down my back. IT HURTS MY BRAIN!!!
Okay, well not literally.
But if it really did, then I would scream it every day. Too bad. I wish it did. I want to scream in her super sensitive Ookami ears!
Insert mischievous grin here.
And then it'll disappear when Hikyuu asks me what I'm grinning at. I hope that doesn't happen.
But just then, as I thought this, a scolding voice rang out from Далее to me, "Hidaka, what're Ты grinning at?"
The grin disappeared, all right. I realized I was staring at two rather good-looking red-heads that were obviously known in this school, seeing as how girls were squealing when they smiled. I blinked and said, "It's funny how they have fan-girls...?"
I felt Hikyuu's hand on the back of my head as she firmly planted it there in a smack.
"Ow."
"Okay, so what were Ты REALLY grinning at? I know the difference between your laughing grin and your mischievous grin. Though, right now, I don't want to see either."
I entwined my fingers and placed them under my chin, my elbows propping me up as they (figuratively) rooted themselves to the table. "I feel like pranking someone. That simple. Imouto-chan, Ты should know that by now."
I heard her growling as I continued to stare at the red-heads I had by now figured as twins. Identical twins, like me and Hikyuu.
"Hidaka, you're a baka."
"I know, Imouto-chan. I know." Smack! "Ow."
These two twins... Were they gay? They just look gay. Really, they do. The way they part their hair, the way they roll their eyes, the way they talk. It reminds me of gay people. Well, it might also have to do with the girls squealing about "brotherly love" and how one acts like a seme, the other uke. Oi. It's kinda annoying.
My ears twitched in annoyance as their squeals rang out again. My eyesight was going red. I felt Hikyuu grasp my hand, which calmed me down a little. See, when I get ticked, my dark red orbs literally glow. So I guess I really am a monster that lurks in the darkness, huh? Ты know how in bed-time stories they usually have that evil dude with glowing red eyes? Well, I guess I'm that evil dude. Except I'm not a dude. I'm a dudette, thank you.
My now slightly glowing red eyes met the hazel-amber eyes of one of the twins. The one that had that innocent shine in it. The uke. I felt all my anger vanish. I couldn't look away. I couldn't blink.
Until I felt the death glares of the fangirls cutting through me. That made me look at them with The Look. That look has sent chills through the greatest criminals known to man. That look will make anybody suddenly cold to the bone. Everyone's body will tremble with fear and a cold sweat will break out as they see the murderous intent in my eyes.
I continued to give them The Look even as I felt Hikyuu заворачивать, обертывание her arms around mine and drag me out backwards.
~~~
"Hidaka, what the hell? Why just suddenly give them The Look?" Her tone was scolding, with a disbelieving hint to it.
"I dunno," I muttered, hanging my head as though there was nothing there to support it. I had to at least act ashamed. Not like I, Hidaka Fuzoku, could EVER be ashamed of GLARING at someone. или even giving them The Look. Because I Любовь seeing the fear glaze over their eyes. To see their pupils dilate as their eyes widen. To see that drop of sweat, that crystalline drop of liquid, slide down the side of their face.
I'm a bit sadistic. I know that. Got a problem? No? Din' think so.
So what if I like scaring people? EVERYONE gets a good kick out of seeing someone scared at such a stupid thing like being laughed at.
~~~
"Ms. Fuzoku! Ms. Fuzoku!!" rang out the teacher's voice.
I sat up straight in my сиденье, место, сиденья in alarm before leaning вперед with my hand tracing the length of my blood-crusted wound. I gave a tiny devilish smirk as I answered, "Here."
"Ms. Fuzoku, could Ты come up to the front of the class to answer the Вопрос written on the board?" Sensei's glasses reflected the light so that I couldn't see his eyes. But I wouldn't be able to anyways; his black hair fell into his eyes to make them unnoticeable. He was wearing a light blue suit. "Ms. Fuzoku."
"Hai," I grumbled and pushed myself out of my chair, my hands on the стол письменный, стол as I kept my face towards the ground. I slowly walked to him so that I looked pissed. Chairs screeched against the ground when I passed, the results of people scooting to the side to try and evade my gaze.
Too bad Hikyuu wasn't in my class. Oh wait! That's a good thing. I won't be getting a scolding afterschool!
Yay. <---- Utterly unenthusiastic.
The Chairman had put us in separate classes so that we could "socialize with others" and "get to know new people". Fuck that! I want to be with my sister!
Ah well. That's life. I've heard the phrase "Life is unfair" a few times. I gotta say, it fits to a T. Why do people say that? "Fits to a T." I think it sounds weird! Oh wait. Back to the narration of my own little story over here. Sorry! I often get carried away when I'm doing flashbacks. Reminds me of that time--
Grrr.
I have SO got to stop that.
Anyways, I walk up to him, chairs scooch away because I look pretty pissed. I stood in front of him with my chin high and my eyes narrowed dangerously. My arms crossed over my (pitifully flat) chest. I took the piece of chalk and pressed it to the board... but instead of writing, I pushed it against the board so hard it broke in half. And then, when it hit the floor, I stomped on it over and over to where it was reduced to powder. I didn't care if I got detention; I didn't feel like being up there.
Luckily, he didn't give me detention. He was too busy staring at the white powder on the floor. I bent down and scooped up some before blowing it into his face. He sputtered and spat and gagged and the whole nine yards, while me and the rest of the class snickered.
I went to sit down. As I put my feet up on the таблица and leaned back in the chair so that it was on two legs, a neatly folded piece of paper landed on it. I stared at it for a few moments before looking around. It was that kid. The one from lunch, who I for some reason couldn't look away from. He was smiling with his hand holding his face up by his left cheek. He grinned for a moment, his perfect teeth momentarily flashed by his naturally well-colored lips gliding across them. I was officially dazzled. Okay, what the hell? Me, Hidaka Fuzoku, dazzled?! This has to be some kind of nightmare. If I just pinch myself, then I'll wake up.
I didn't wake up when I pinched my arm. Damn!
Sighing, I grabbed the paper on the таблица and opened it, holding it lazily with one hand as I read the fancy cursive.
Hello, I've been informed that Ты are Hidaka Fuzoku (forgive me if I am incorrect. I might be a good listener, but I am not the best!) Would Ты care to meet me afterschool in the gardens?
Whoa. Did I just get asked out?
I scribbled my answer at the bottom of the paper, folded it lazily, and slid it to him on the ground. Since he was on the other side of the classroom, that was a lot of sliding. But I managed it in one kick. Barely. But still.
Well, if Ты insist. But I never did get your name, if I am correct. And it wouldn't be fair if we met afterschool and Ты knew my name but I didn't know yours.
I saw the smile dance on his lips. Such a handsome face. Is it possible to make someone unable to breathe like this? It was almost like his presence was intoxicating. или was I in a trance? Was this my daydream? But why would I daydream that I got asked out by a fairly good-looking guy?
The paper landed on my стол письменный, стол again. I immediately unfolded it, giving him a suspicious look. He smiled innocently.
Your request is just. My name Kaoru Hitachiin. I expect to see Ты afterschool then?
How could I resist? I scribbled an 'Of course, Mr. Kaoru Hitachiin.' and put a smiley at the bottom that was grinning devilishly. I slid the paper to him with a smirk.
He nodded at me and tucked the paper into his pocket. I nodded back and looked to the front of the classroom. How many pieces of chalk does this guy have?
I'll have to Поиск through all of his cabinets and drawers and all that afterschool.
