Unspoken Horrors: "Bleeding Hearts"
Players: Jakurin, Zachary, Michiru, Kunzite, Blake, Nephrite
Blake Ketsumi wasn't your average type of guy; he never fit into groups and hardly ever found friends. And yet, here he was, standing before Juuban High School, his heart pounding against the padded cage of his ribs. Of course he was scared; Blake was having those first day jitters . . . You know the ones . . . Sweaty palms, a lump in your throat, cold shivers in your spine. He had all those jitters and more. Students were pilling into the school, many of them pushing each other back and forth, hugging or kissing . . . or even *laughing*. And Blake sighed, deeply too. His only laughter came from the comical guys and galls from MTV and all those other stations . . . Comic books, stuff like that. A bell rang silently and Blake silently moved towards the school, biting his bottom lip softly. He suddenly felt so small, so lost, so insignificant in the masses of these jovial students . . . And a glance was given back to his bus - which was now speeding down the road - and he kicked at a stone in the sidewalk. "There goes that idea," he sighed, as he stomped up those stairs, depression hanging over him like a darkening raincloud.
Jakurin Kitsune was groaning inwardly. Was she in any pain? No, not really. But... a newbie cop had finally squelched her ATV service for a month after she ripped off his wallet and credit cards. And with that, it was either a month in jail, a month in community service, or a month at school. Figuring that she'd at least get her weekends off, she swung her legs around outside the office bench, waiting for a uniform to be issued to her. Many a girl gave her a glance and whispered in their cliques; Jakurin already knew that she would be the cafeteria subject for today. Groaning again, she crossed her legs and watched as the cop talked with the principal and handed over her keys. The principal in turn locked them into his desk, and Jakurin slumped down against the wall with a huff. The school double doors opened as the late stragglers walked in, and Jakurin saw a boy hunched over, trying not to draw any attention to himself. "*Howdy, beautiful,*" she said in English, with a small nod in his direction and a slight grin.
As he had stumbled in that door, his eyes downcast towards the floor, a voice flooded his ears... a woman's voice. It was lovely and stunning, the perfect pitch and sound. It spoke in English, something he barely had understood, and solemnly he lifted his head, those eyes drinking in her beauty. "H-hello.." those lips formed the words clumsily, a bit of blood flooding his face. His hands were stuffed into the small pockets of his uniform pants... Goddess above, he knew he would have to fix these. And Mr. Smooth, as he really wasn't, looked away, trying to keep those eyes of his to himself. Embarrassment was his middle name, and at the moment, going back home and reading up on the astrological signs of the middle east seemed like his best bet. Had it not been for that bloody bus of his, he would have. And again the bell rang... "Damn!" The curse left those pursed lips...would he be forced to be late? "First day and I'm already late..." his words were mumbled, gentle and silent... He silently watched as the students emptied the halls and he did infact sigh, his hand reaching into his bag for his schedule... and then.. silence flooded his every being.. well.. it looked like weather he like it or not, he'd be visiting the beauty by the main office...
"Bloody Hell... I'm late!" Zoisite snarled to himself as he whipped the Ferrari about another corner. Screeching tires filled the early morning air as the sportscar swung into the student parking lot. The roar of the motor, sounding like a tiger caged against its will, was cut off as he slid into a space. Behind the car's tires were twin black streaks left from the rubber kissing against asphalt. Leaping from the driver's side of the fire engine red vehicle, Zoisite paused to inspect his too pretty face in the mirror. He might be late, but he'd be damned if he was going to look bad. Primping for a few more minutes to rearrange his sun and fire shaded locks of silken hair, he blew a kiss to his reflection and scooped his book bag out of the passenger seat. Tossing the backpack over one shoulder, he was off and running for the front doors with a nearly feline grace in his slender form. Just as his hand laid on the cold metal of the door handle, the inevitable happen... the bell rang. Slinking in the front door as quietly as possible, one could almost hear the 'Mission Impossible' music playing in the background. All he had to do was get to the science lab. Just three doors down. He really had to stop spending his nights at the club, not to mention that he needed to ask Nephrite for one of his credit cards. One of his wrestles had gotten broken last night in an overly enthusiastic moment as well as the delicate link chain that had gone with it. Creeping down the hallway, a grin overtook his cupid bow rosen lips. Almost there.
Jakurin also wore a red face as she left the office and looked down at her black boots... then at the navy blue skirt, the white T-shirt and navy blue handkerchief followed by the ridiculous bow. The woman had even taken her pink bangs and tucked them out of her face with a (gack!) butterfly barrette. "This is so humiliating," she sighed, as the cop left the office. "I'll be doing a follow-up at the end of the day," he said, trying his best to look intimidating. "If you don't behave... no, if you screw up even once, it's community service for you. You got me?" Jakurin curtseyed sarcastically. "*Aye, Aye, Captain Amazing*". The man blinked, not understanding a lick of her English, then pulled his jacket down a bit and walked off. Jakurin proceeded to stick out her tongue and pull down her eyelid.
Michiru laughed at the new girl. "Not from around here are you, sweetie?" she asked putting a hand on her shoulder. *I know this girl, where do I know her from. Oh well, so many cute faces, so little memory space.* she thought. "Name's Michiru, and those butterflies do nothing for you."
Nephrite heard the bell ring and got out of his chair. His head pounding he took five aspirin and went into the gym. The females in his class were screaming because the boys were playing kick ball with a dead mouse. *If I kill them now, will anyone care?* he thought.
Jakurin blushed in mid-spit, a sweatdrop traveling down her face. "Gomen ne... And don't I know it. This butterfly is the last straw," she grumbled, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm Jakurin Kitsune," she said, recovering with her trademark smirk. "And you might not wanna get to attached to me," she said, glancing at Michiru's arm, "I'm only here for a month. Hardly worth starting a relationship with me." A sweatdrop went down her head again as she felt a draft blow up her skirt. "Hey, I have a question. Can girls get in trouble for wearing the male uniform?"
After imaging from the main office, a pink slip in one hand, his schedule in the other. Blake grumbled faintly at his luck, pulling his bag farther up on his left shoulder. Gym. Gym of all classes was first. He couldn't stand gym. All that physical activity... showers taken in a room full of boys... girls who would talk about him for days to come. "And why, (He was talking to himself again) doesn't this school have a fringing' drama class!? It's.. it's... unheard of!" He grumbled faintly at his luck, those feet scuffing at the ground. He gave a glance at the girl - who was now in the schools outfit - and the other who was talking to her. Feh... girls were always talking in groups. They never seemed to be able to be solitary... Then again... As a group of guys walked by the dazed and thinking Blake, one of them glanced over at him, grinned and laughed loudly, saying something to his friends about freaks. "I can't believe this... why the HELL did I want to come to school again?" And with that he stomped off to the gym, watching the signs that surrounded the school. After a few times of getting lost, Blake Ketsumi pushed open the door to the gym, those hands of his still pressed into his pockets.
Zoisite sighed miserably as he peeked in Chemistry class. They had already started. Trying to get in now would just cause a commotion. Better he chance the professor's forget memory about telling Sanjouin Masato AKA Nephrite than try to slink in. The thought of the star king inspired him, bringing about the thought of seeing what chaos he could cause in the other's class. Deftly avoiding the principal stalking about... things were so much easier when you had magical help... he slunk into the gym, staying near the door incase a hasty retreat was needed. After causing a few mishaps and giggling himself silly over the game of Dead Mouse Kickball, Zoisite turned to slip back out... only to be met with someone else opening the door. Whimpering as he checked his too pretty features for signs of damage, he blinked up at Blake and grinned sheepishly. Since he was technically skipping class, even if it wasn't his scheduled one, the sakura hoped this male wasn't one of the many snitches. "Umm... sorry... I was... errr... well," he sighed. Why bother lying to a mortal anyways? "Gym is a waste of time. All that sweating and running around." *pffft* "I'd avoid this class if I were you. The teacher looks in a bad mood." Slipping back out the door, a slender hand reached back in to try to drag Blake back out. It was generally more fun to find trouble when one had company, and who knew? Beryl-hime might give him credit for corrupting another student along the way. "Come on... wanna raid the teacher's lounge for something to drink and a snack?" Oh yes... Zoisite knew *all* the tricks on how to get into as much trouble as one could in a single day.
As he was confronted by this fellow [classmate?], Blake did have a chance to glance at the teacher. He *was* infact looking mighty pissed off as he yelled at the screaming girls... and the thought of taking gym first thing on this already drab day didn't please him too much. "Yeah, sure, whatever," this being his normal reply to things that he almost certainly wanted to do. "I'd rather mess around then take gym anyday. And I most definitely am not in the mood to try and explain to a teacher why I am late the first day." So, the naïve little Blake followed (what he though to be) his fellow classmate down the hall, those hands of his stuffed right back into his pockets. Hey.. maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.....
Pausing long enough to flash a devilish grin back at him companion, Zoisite peeked around a corner. Kitsune/Kunzite's class was down there, another one that he had to avoid. Beyond that was the lounge, someplace where the two of them could hole up for a time. Whispering softly, that grin of dark intent still on his too pretty features, he giggled. "Don't worry about Gym. Coach Sanjouin is my brother. If he asks, I'll tell him I was showing you around the school." With a wink, he tugged the other after him, dropping his voice to low tones once more as they began slinking past Kitsune's classroom. "That's Kitsune. He's the most handsome teacher in this pit..." he murmured with a dreamy tone.
Nephrite's voice boomed off the walls of the gym. "The next person to touch that mouse is going to be eating it for lunch!" Immediately everyone stopped in there place and looked at the coach. They all turned and walked away from the mouse, not wanting to try their luck.
Michiru smiled and winked at Jakurin. "You worry too much sweetie. They can't do too much to you here. The administrators don't even have control over the student. The only person you need to look out for is that interesting Cyclops, Jeremy. He's an interesting fellow indeed." she said.
A glance was given to his partner-in-crime, a brow raised when the teacher mentioned... Kitsune... was nicknamed the hottest teacher. Well now... this was an odd little ordeal Blake had gotten himself into. "If you say so.." Blake muttered in English, a smirk forming on his lips. He shifted the weight of his back slightly and looked to his companion, eyes wide with mirth. "So, where are we off to? Teacher's lounge?" He didn't pay attention much to any answer, he just knew he didn't want to get caught, or go back to gym.
Jakurin promptly sneezed, and looked around for a brief second. No one was within her earshot... by she fervently believed that when one sneezed, it meant that a person had mentioned your name. ~Ah well,~ she thought, as she smirked at Michiru. "Thank kami for lowly admin-- but a Cyclops? You lie," she said, stretching. As she did, her clothes melted away into a large wrap and pouf pants. She gently fingered the Amulet under her wrap, her arms well hidden as she pulled out her schedule. "Says here I have ...history. Cool!" she smiled, putting it back under wraps.
"Arrrooo?" Zoisite asked with a blank expression on his face as Blake switched to another language that the sakura evidentially hadn't bothered to learn yet. When the male switched back to Japanese, he nodded slowly, eyeing him with a faint suspicion that mirrored the one Black wore earlier... an expression that was that of an outcast who was used to others making fun of him, constantly picking at the edges of the cloth to see the fray or turning the coin over to find the tarnish. Staying low to the ground, he waved the other boy with him, creeping past Kitsune's classroom door.
Michiru shook her head. "Nope..the guy has one eye and a totally fucked up face. He's really quite. I've tried talking to him once or twice, but he's a real loner." she said. "History? Thats easy. Come on I'll show you to your class." she said.
As they crept past the... erm... "hot" teachers classroom, Blake couldn't help letting his mind travel back to his drawings... how he wished the bloodied bell would ring. With Kitsune's classroom behind him, Blake glanced at Zoisite, a thoughtful expression on his face. This boy, his classmate (and now partner in crime) was almost like himself. Despite Zoisite's obvious looks, underneath he was like himself. And as they turned that corner, Blake's eyes now diverted to the floor, he ran into Jakurin.. literally.
Zoisite didn't help matters much by running into Blake as he stopped, throwing him into Jakurin worse. Squeaking in surprise, he tried to get the most innocent expression he could muster on his angelic features. It had to have been a dark god's warped sense of humor at work that would make something as evil as Zoisite prettier than most females... all females if you asked him. "Ow... ummm... hi Michiru."
Sadly enough, the poor boy had gotten himself entangled in Jakurin's wrap as the two were knocked to the floor. "WAAAAAAH!!! HENTAI!!" she shouted, her eyes bugging out, trying in vain to scramble away with his head tied up.
With Jakurin screaming at the top of her lungs, Blake wrapped up with the madly stumbling girl... it looked more like a comedy of errors than anything. Zoisite grabbed onto Blake's other arm, trying to unwrap the poor boy before the female straggled him. "Stop!" he hissed at her in a whisper. Shooting his gaze to the closed classroom doors, especially Kitsune's, he tried to grab the wrap and give Blake a little slack, pretty sure that he needed to breathe. "Are we having fun yet and can you shut her up?" he asked Blake and Michiru in an all too calm tone.
Oh yeah, this was fun. "Aii!" he yelped, scrambling to get away from the psychotic girl. He un-twisted his head, breathing heavily, his eyes wide with bitter fear. "What the BLOODY hell was that for?!?!" Blake sat up, glaring at Jakurin with those iridescent orbs. "It's not like I wanted to run into you..." And he had given a glance to the one named Michiru... Feh. He saw her before. She was the one talking to this psycho in the beginning.
Zoisite burst into helpless giggles. It was too much for him by now to watch the two of them. Glancing at Blake's neck, his fingertips touched the skin briefly as he shook his head. Spitting out his words between his laughter, the sakura grinned at the other boy. "I always knew girls were weird, but this... are you all right?" Picking a mote of dust off of the other boy, he smirked faintly at Michiru and Jakurin. "Hentai... riiiggghhht. He probably would touch someone dressed that badly with a ten foot pole and a protective suit. Little bit of wishful thinking there, girls?" Winking at Blake, he kept a position behind Blake, rather sure that if Jakurin decided to try to beat the life out of him that she'd have to go through the other boy first.
Jakurin blushed for a second, giving back a smirk of her own For one, the men were both extremely good-looking, the one red and gold locks especially. "And what sex are you supposed to be?" she asked rudely, arching an eyebrow.
He collected himself, violet eyes glancing feebly at Zoisite in thanks. As Jakurin tryed to insult the sultry Zoi, Blake wandered away from the group, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He followed the halls, winding, watching each class, a bitter smile on those lips of his. From his bag he drug out an art book, flipping through it bitterly. Down the hall he still heard the three of them, but he really didn't pay much attention. One drawing in particular interests him.... A beauty dressed gallantly in red-and-green checkered school-girl's outfit. Stunning eyes looked back at him with almost fear, her mouth frozen eternally in a scream for help. He touched the drawing briefly, silence evading his entity. He took one glance back, only to bump right into the principal.. well.. looked like he'd be going right back to Gym....
MISSING PART II!!!!
Michiru smiled back. "It's easy to hide in here; if you get caught you just go to a different section of the library and they don't find you. I normally come here by myself, though. It's quiet and I can think," she said and shook her head. "That's not important, though," she said and leaned against the wall next to Zachary. "Must be hard, having your brother as a teacher out here. Can't skip classes without him finding out," she commented. She watched him closely. Something about his eyes was driving her wild, but she knew how to keep her control over the situation, and just smiled.
Well, that ended the fight, supposedly. A nice basketball to the head and Blake was out, a blink of his eyes and then nothing more. As he drifted towards unconsciousness he heard someone yell for the nurse... hopefully his head wound wasn't too much....
Nephrite cursed under his breath as he went over to the fallen student. "Wonderful." he muttered. "Alright, back off. You, go get the nurse, tell her we're in my office. You, go get the principal and I want you to come with me." he said pointing to various students. It wasn't wise to upset the Coach, not wise at all. He picked up the fallen student and retreated to his office. He picked up a cold rag and put it on the boy's head.
The gentle groan of obvious pain brought Good Ole' Teach' around to the fact that well, sadly, Blake-chan's head wound wasn't as bad as he had most likely hoped. In fact, a little shut eye was all Blake really needed... and well, he was back to his normal self. Sitting on poor Coach's desk, Blake kicked his feet back and forth - one bare, one still with a black-and-red spotted sneaker. In his left hand he held the cold rag to his forehead and nose (the growing mound of flesh that used to be the bridge of his nose hurt like a bitch) and in the right was a few clumps of the poor boy's hair. He was told the boy was some kid named Ace. Ace something or other. Well, in Blake's mind, Ace threw the first punch, so Blake did only what any NORMAL, CIVILIZED, MATURE person would do and.. well.. hit him back. Harder too. It was like that saying... Hit me, I'll hit you twice as hard. And as he was busy trying to wipe the dried blood from his nose (painfully) and from his clothing (Ah, oh well. His uniform was stained. Blood NEVER came out.) Blake giggled pleasingly at himself. "So, Teach', how badly did I fuc -- err.. mess up the other guy?" It was simply a plain, straight question...And as the nurse appeared in the doorway, he grinned. "Uh.. I think Ace-what's-his-face needs your help more than I do. Thanks." And he turned back to The Coach, brows raised painfully above the swollen mound that semi-resembled a nose.
As the nurse retreated, gawking a bit at Blake, another student slipped in quietly and sat down in a chair just as silently. ~I'm going to protest what they're giving the girls to wear as... uniforms!!~ she thought, eyebrow twitching. Glancing up slowly as to not attract attention (for once!), she saw through her bangs that it was the same kid she had said hello to in the halls that she had banged. A sweatdrop appeared over her head, and she picked it out of the air and flung it away, trying not to laugh.
Zoisite turned to keep his gaze on Michiru. Like her, there was something about her that wasn't ringing true with him. As his jade eyes centered on hers, they kept their cat-like intensity, watching the mouse to see if it ran the wrong way before lashing a paw out to stop it. Rose petal soft and shaded lips curved in a smile. "Masato has his moments, although he generally doesn't bother me too much. He's usually too busy with other things like exploring the bottom of a wine bottle." Sliding a little closer to her, the predator closing in on the rabbit, the faint scent of cherries wound about him as usual. Tilting his eyes back up to meet and capture hers, his back pressed against the window. The section they were in was deserted, and no one would notice if he stole some of her energy. Only Kunzite/Kitsune's classroom faced the windows, so he was safe there in his opinion. "And what about you? Why should a girl like you hide out here or skip class?"
Nephrite gave Blake a shut up or die glance. "Don't count your glories, you didn't hurt him that bad. In my opinion, he knocked you out, he's the victor here." he snarled. "Now I suggest, if you want to survive your time here, that you start acting right." he threatened.
Michiru pulled all her hair to one side and fiddled with it unconsciously. It exposed a great deal of her slender neck to Zachary, which was one of her seducing methods. "Well, school bores me. I don't understand how knowing what the sin of 90 degrees is going to help me in every day life. Plus I do it to upset my parents. They don't understand the changes I'm going through and they're giving me hell about it. Sometimes I wish I was in your shoes. Just being raised by a brother who doesn't care what you do. I would be out of the house every chance I got." she said in a day dream gaze.
With a small cough, Jakurin said, "*Excuse me!* I believe it was a basketball, ne?" she said, coming to the kid's defense. "Oh! Also, do the girls really have to wear these flimsy uniforms?" she asked, her grin extended behind the pink bangs.
With an [unspoken] suppressed snicker, Blake nodded. "Yeah, right. I believe ya Teach'." He glanced up silently, noticing poor Jakurin out of the corner of his eye. The girl seemed to be upset about something.. or at least a bit nervous. Something Coach said caught his attention again, and a violet lined glare was given. "Oh, he did, did he? He's the one that knocked me out? I don't think so, Teach'. I think you should give up drinking. It may prove to be your undoing." And with that, Blake leapt from his seat on Coach's desk and wandered over to Jakurin. "Hey," his voice was quiet, gentle, "I think you should just leave right now. He's a real dick." He glanced over his shoulder, smugly grinned - despite the pain in his nose - and wandered out the door, looking at his schedule. Next class... Art. Wah hoo. And he grabbed his bag, his sketch book in his hands. Perhaps this year would be alright... He glanced over his shoulder at the thought, seeing Jakurin in Coach's office. "If only I could avoid some major problems."