Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ School Days ❯ Stupid children and thongs!! ( Chapter 7 )

(Note: I tried to revise this chapter. Sadly, my italics won't show up. Poor me. And, neither will the quotations I put around Nagi and Touma's note-conversation. Maybe MediaMiner hates me just as much as FF.net?)

~Schuldig's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

Schuldig and Bradley were sitting beside each other at the teacher's breakfast table. All of the troubles they'd gone through together had finally paid off, and now they had something more. But no one else could know, sense it was against school policy to have a relationship of that kind at work.

`You know,' a little voice in his head said slowly. `You mustn't get too far ahead of yourself. Bradley could be using you for your body or something like that…'

Schuldig scowled inwardly. `Shut up, brain,' he viscously thought back, `or I'll stab you with a q-tip. I have Bradley! I don't need you anymore…'

The voice silenced itself, and Schuldig continued to gaze upon the manliness that was called Bradley.

Oh, those sweet lips. Those gorgeous, dark eyes. Schuldig could almost feel them pressed against his…

The damn bell rang. Students and teachers alike began standing and taking their trash to the garbage cans that were lining the large lunchroom. Schuldig seemed to be the only one left sitting. Suddenly, he felt a light touch on his arm. It was Bradley… and he was smiling.

"Come on, Schu. Time for you to go away with me… forever"

Oh, that smile. Schuldig threw his arms around Bradley's neck and buried his face in the soft skin. "I knew you'd take me away from this place! I knew it!"

"Mr. Schuldig?" Bradley asked.

"What?" asked Schu, nearly in tears from the happiness.

"Mr. Schuldig…?"

"What?" Schuldig asked again, a hint of agitation straining his voice.

"M-Mr. Schuldig?"

Suddenly, Schuldig's eyes popped open, and he was sitting in class. He… he wasn't being swept away from this horrid town by Bradley?! Then, Schu noticed the young boy standing in front of him. This boy… he WOKE him from that wonderful dream.

"Shut up, sit down, and listen to me!" Schuldig barked. The young boy quickly threw himself onto the floor, and looked up to Schuldig. Everyone stopped their working and focused their eyes on their teacher. They all shivered… the last time Mr. Schuldig was like this… was well, the last time someone woke him up during class.

Grabbing his favorite book off of his desk, Schuldig opened it and cleared his throat. The class groaned. It was better just to let this sleeping dog lie, because when you woke him up, you always had to learn something stupid. Also, anything that came out of Mr. Schuldig's mouth never had anything to do with the current lesson…

"Now," Schuldig began, "I'm going to teach you a vary important lesson about how to treat your elders!"

Then, Schuldig began to read: "This story is called `Whose Job Is It?' and it's about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."

Schuldig paused to see if everyone was listening. They were, so he continued.

"There was an important job to be done, and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody could do it. And Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that. Because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done…"

Schuldig slammed the book shut with a loud thump, obviously proud he'd taught his class something. He looked around… and saw they were sleeping. N-Nani?! How dare they! Oh, this would not do. Schu grabbed a piece of chalk and began scribbling notes on the board. Stupid children…

~Bradley's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

This… this just wasn't working out! Schuldig was killing him! He couldn't stand it! Every freakin' morning, he'd wake up to the smell of sex, beer, and cigarettes. It was fine at first, but after a while, it got ANNOYING. The way he'd hang all over him constantly… the way he had his terrible mood swings. It was awful!

Mini-Schu sat on Bradley's shoulder, playing his newly bought GameBoy Advanced. "Y'know," Mini-Schu said slowly, "Suicide isn't the way…"

Bradley hastily looked down at his pen and paper. He'd thought if he'd just write the suicide note, he'd be able to go through with the rest… Hell might not be as bad as he thought it was. At least it'd be warm.

"I'm warning you…" Mini-Schu said. "I'm NOT going to hell because of you."

Bradley gulped loudly, and picked up his pen with a shaky hand. He began to write his suicide letter, hoping that someone would read it.

"To whom it may concern…"

~Nagi's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

Nagi was sitting in class, listening to the teacher drone on and on about the types of bacteria found in dog urine. He cringed as the teacher got very explicit, then brought samples into the room. Nagi wished Omi was in here… but he wasn't. He had to go off and do something for another teacher. So, no holding hands for him ^^

Suddenly, Nagi felt a piece of paper hit him in the face. He looked at the tiny, rolled up note on the front of his desk, then raised his eyes to look about the room. Recently, a new student had to be exchanged out of the advanced classes and had to be placed in another room. What was his name? Touma? Oh yes, Touma. He was the one who threw the note.

Touma waved his hand happily and grinned as Nagi looked back to the note and picked it up. He opened it slowly, and read the sloppy handwriting.

`You have the white thong on today!!

Give me another sheet of paper, too.'

Nagi blinked, and felt the odd urge to be un-Nagi like. He wrote his answer in his own neat handwriting.

`No… not today. It's pink with ribbons. Too bad, though. I also have no more paper.'

He then tossed it casually back to the other side of the room. It was clear Touma had a crush on Nagi. A second later, it came flying back.

`Shut up, you do have it on. I saw it when you were bending over. Let me see it again.

PS. Wear the one you're talking about tomorrow…'

Nagi blinked, then crumbled the note up into a tiny ball, and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. Whoa, being un-Nagi like was fun! If he tried hard enough, Nagi bet he could be a playa!

~Ken's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

Due to the lack of common sense and books smarts, it was decided that Ken would attend classes for… shall we say, slow children. Ken wasn't mentally ill or anything, he just wouldn't learn.

But, Ken guessed, it was ok being here… at least you got ice cream after lunch. The teacher rambled on, and soon Ken was lost in his own fantasy world… full of Ran-chan of course!

Ken was supposed to be writing a paper, on the important things in life. Or, if you couldn't think up anything like that, you could write a paper about something that had more than one use. Ken picked the second one.

This teacher was very lazy, and so she liked to call row during class instead at the beginning of it. So, row call began. She checked off names as the students announced their presence, and barely paused for the slower ones who didn't seem to hear her. Finally, she got to the last name on the list…

"Brenick? Where's that boy at now???"

"Um," someone spoke up, "we think he went to recreation."

Ken blinked, suddenly pulled from his thoughts. "Recreation? Isn't that where they sit in a circle? Oh, wait. That's a Pow-Wow."

The teacher shook her head and ignored Ken. "Recreation? Fine. Let's read our papers. Ken, you go first since you're the first in the row."

Ken nodded and stood, quickly turning a light shade of pink. Talking in front of everyone made him nervous. "I picked the second… um, thingy because it was the easiest. So… um. The one thing that has many uses to me is sand. Sand has so many uses… like, it's in sand paper, and---"

"Sit down Ken," the teacher murmured. Ken gulped and took his seat. Score! He didn't have to read after all.

~Omi's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

Dragging along the enormous box of Avon (a/n: everyone knows what Avon is ^^ but, incase you don't: it's junk that schools like mine sell to make money. Beauty junk, lotions, body sprays, the list never ends…) behind him. Since Omi was a ninth grader, it was up to both the Freshman and Sophomore classes to make money for the Junior Senior prom… because, well, let's just face it. Everybody loves the Juniors and Seniors…

Omi passes several girls, all of whom he asked if they wanted to buy Avon. They smiled and giggled as girls do, then shook their heads. Damn them. Omi walked on, dragging his Avon behind him.

Finally, Omi came up on a Senior standing in the halls. It was Yohji. Oh, he'd buy something… anything. Omi knew he would. He was so vain.

"Hey," Omi said breathlessly as he walked up to Yohji, "I've just happened to notice you have hair. Would like to buy a brush? A comb? Hell, anything?"

Yohji grinned sheepishly, then patted Omi on the head. "Ooh, Bishonen… I would but I'm going to waste all my money on Farfarello!"

Omi blinked. "Then buy something for him! Like right now! Anything! I'm sure he likes to smell good, too! Buy him some lotion!"

Yohji gawffed, apparently offended. "You listen to me, Bishonen! I'll blow my money the way I want! And if it IS any of your business, I've already got enough lotions for him and me! So buzz off!"

Omi seethed, then turned on his heel and walked away. Stupid Seniors… like hell Omi would make money for them! Omi gruffed to the nearest trashcan and threw the box of Avon in it, causing it to tip over. He left it there, and he didn't care! Mwahaha!

~Ran's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

Ran was so sad that his Ken-Ken wasn't in any of his classes anymore. He missed secretly holding his hand under their desks, or rubbing that muscular knee through Ken's jeans, or… Ran blushed and giggled, drawing stress from a few of the people. He cleared his throat and looked away, and noticed a young blonde sitting alone, looking so forlorn.

Ran walked over, being social for once. "Hey," he said quietly.

"Oh, hi…" said the blonde. "Do you know where Sensei is?"

Ran shook his head.

"Oh, he must be off with that boyfriend of his…"

Ran couldn't help but notice how jealous this young boy looked. "What's your name?" he asked, trying to get this boy's mind off such things.

"Oh, everyone calls me Grasshopper," he said smiling.

"No, I mean your REAL name."

"My real name? It's Erts…"

Ran sighed and patted Erts's shoulder. "Don't worry about it… hell, if your Sensei makes you that mad, you should kick his ass a few times."

Erts visibly paled. "Oh no! I love my Sensei! I could never hurt him!!!"

"No, you're going to have to get over that. Listen, I want you to walk up to your Sensei, and point your finger right in his face. Tell him how you feel, and make sure he understands you."

"But," Erts cut in, "what is Sensei gets angry?"

"Then, you hit him. You hear me? You don't quit `till they dead… and you know they dead when they quit cryin'!"

Erts blinked at the pure… stupidity of the statement. "Um, I think I'll go now. I'm guessing Sensei must be somewhere. You know, he and that Yohji guy… see ya."

Ran watched as Erts took to a light jog out of the classroom, and shifted uncomfortably. See where being social got him? This is why he never talks to anyone… they always run away once he starts trying to be nice.

~Yohji's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

Yohji stood alone in the hallways, waiting for his lovable Farfie to come and sweep him off his feet. It had been a bumpy ride actually admitting Yohji liked this person… it was usually a hard time if Yohji admitted to liking anyone. But, here he was, head over ass for someone he preferred to chew on forks instead of going out and partying.

Yohji was knocked out of his thoughts when a Freshman walked up beside of him. "Hey," the boy said breathlessly, "I've just happened to notice you have hair. Would like to buy a brush? A comb? Hell, anything?"

Yohji smiled sexily, then patted the young boy on the head. "Ooh, Bishonen… I would but I'm going to waste all my money on Farfarello!"

The boy blinked. "Then buy something for him! Like right now! Anything! I'm sure he likes to smell good, too! Buy him some lotion!"

Yohji stood, his mouth agape. This CHILD was telling HIM how to spend his money??? "You listen to me, Bishonen!" Yohji said roughly, "I'll blow my money the way I want! And if it IS any of your business, I've already got enough lotions for him and me! So buzz off!"

The boy snorted and turned, tossing what appeared to be an Avon box into a trashcan, causing it to turn over. He then stomped off. Stupid children. Then, a teacher walked out into the halls, asking what the problem was.

"Everything's fine…" Yohji said slowly, his eyes twitching.

The teacher instructed him to come inside the classroom and sit down, since there was still another good forty minutes of class time left. After a long argument, Yohji agreed and walked into the class, then sat down at the first seat he came to.

Another young Freshman looked up from his book and smiled at Yohji. "Why didn't you want to come in here?"

"It's boring…"

The boy frowned. "Don't you have anyone to talk to?"

"Aah, no. No one talks to me unless they want a good lay."

A few heads in the classroom rose slowly.

"Well," the boy continued, smiling sweetly, "you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade."

Yohji blinked. "I always thought it was `When life gives you a lump of coal, you shoot life in the head with a '38…' "

~Farfarello's POV~

~*Monday, May 30, 2002~

Currently in detention (for calling people the name `Crab'), Farf sat at the back of class, listening as the students done everything but serve punishment time. Finally, after about twenty more minutes, the teacher quieted the class down.

"Ok," he began, "since this is detention, I won't make you work too hard, we're just going to do some simple stuff."

Farf snorted. Obviously, this teacher was an idiot. No wonder he wasn't on the head staff.

"We're going to do oral problems, ok? Someone ask a question and we'll try to solve it."

A young girl raised her hand. The teacher nodded for her to continue, and she began her problem. "Ok, if you sell a glass of lemonade for five dollars each---"

"The someone's and idiot," Farfarello cut it, smiling insanely.

"No, that's not my point…" the girl retorted.

"Then learn how to tell the problem correctly, stupid Crab."

The girl looked as if she'd been slapped. "You stop that! It's not nice to call people names!"

God, what was it with this school? "Shut up, Crab. I'm going to call you, and everyone else, that whether you all like it or not."

Everyone gasped. The teacher looked angry. "Mr. Farfarello, I'd learn to keep that mouth under control if I were you."

Farf chuckled. "What are you going to do? Take my birthday?"

Everyone placed their hands over their mouths in shook. Such language!

Farfarello continued to laugh lightly. He could outrun all of these people… even if they were on four-wheelers. Hm, speaking of four-wheelers… Farfarello had one of those, buried deep within the hidden recesses of his garage. But, it only had three wheels. Momentarily dipping into his own sadistic thoughts, Farfarello knew he'd start a new trend! Then, oooh THEN, they'd be three-wheeled four-wheelers everywhere!

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Hey all! Well, how was it? I didn't use my previous thing, you know, showing two times of the day. But hey, it was better than nothing at all, right? Don't forget to R&R! If you guys don't give me ideas I can't continue *^^*