Chapter 15:
Controversy.
DARK HIERARCHY
SPADES CLASS 1.
The duo sat at their usual seats at the back edge of the class, directly diagonal to the class door, taking in the warm morning light from the window.
The atmosphere was duller than usual, as though rain was about to descend, while Dark and Shade benefited from the cool breeze that showered them.
Before long, Dark had fallen asleep on his desk but Shade was acquainted with yet another magazine.
The rest of the students were in low spirits, whispering to one another with faint smiles. Everyone was just waiting for the first class of the day.
Just then, the class door was pushed open, squeaking all the way. Miss Bory came through in all her glory, maintaining her nasty glare as she went over to the teacher's table.
"Settle down or die," she said.
Even after four days, her attitude towards the new students hadn't been altered in the slightest. She didn't even spare them a little acceptance or passive gratitude from time to time, but they were already getting used to it.
It was the same drill, the teens would rush over to their seats, but still attract deadly glares from their so-called guardian.
But this time, they just shuffled their feet while maintaining gloomy expressions. Regardless, in seconds they had settled down,
But then, it didn't come,
The death stare was not shown.
Miss Bory sighed softly, taking off her glasses. Suddenly, her face lit up as her lips curved slightly.
"Thank goodness, you're finally getting some backbone,"
It was weird— too weird!!
The young reapers tilted their heads, a little surprised. . . ok a lot surprised..
The homeroom teacher placed her glasses back, killing off her warm expression completely.
"Your Headline Task has been decided,"
Shade's eyes bulged out of the magazine, observing Miss Bory to the letter, he wasted no time in shaking up Dark. Taking no pity as he pulled his blood red hair.
"Hmm?" Dark stumbled about his locker, eye bags all over.
"The Headline Task usually lasts throughout the semester and those who acquired the most points are given offices." Miss Bory folded her arms, heaving short sighs in-between breathes.
Dark dragged himself up, rubbing his eyes,
"It's that task thing Tiger was talking about," he mumbled under his breath, turning his neon green eyes over to Tiger.
"This semester's headline task is going to be more demanding than its predecessors, especially in combat, stamina, and of course, battle IQ."
"Starting from next week, every student can take part in an official battle against an opponent of their choice. Every fight must have been pre-registered and decided of course." Miss Bory squinted her eyes mildly,
"Since you kids always end up hurting each other every time, why not make it legal and stop wasting time on boring punishments that'll never teach you a single lesson. The school board said." she continued.
"This school's the worst,"
"They only favour the strong, asses,"
"I hope I do well,"
"Well, this sucks. How did they decide so quickly?!"
One by one, they cursed, folding their fists, grinding their teeth as they furrowed their brows fiercely. That's all they could do.
"Damnit, the other classes would pick us out like clothing, we have no chance!"
Everyone turned to the edge of the class, even Miss Bory couldn't help but fix her deadly set of glares on that origin point for a moment.
Dark's glowing eyes singled out their attention,
"You all said you wanted a chance for retribution. This is the perfect way to kick out and replace another student from any of the other classes. It shouldn't be that hard." With indifference swimming in his gaze, he just said what was on his mind.
The entire class growled, shooting awkward and confusing glares at him.
Miss Bory went for the door, a smile creeping up on her.
A student managed to disengage from the weird stare off and spotted Miss Bory strolling out.
"You can't leave like that, what about us?" he should have just stayed quiet, since he wasn't ready for the glares he received.
He immediately threw his gaze, "Ri- Right.."
"I have nothing more to say, the rest is up to you." Her voice faded as she closed the doors behind her.
↑→↓←↑→
DARK LIGHT ORG. MAIN BUILDING.
The sharp and hurried footsteps of Yamatoshi echoed through the dark and lonely but spacious hallway, each footstep drawing closer to being a stomp as he paced forward.
He suddenly slowed down his pace. Step by step it became heavier, slower, until he came to a stop, relieving the hallway of the piercing sounds of his clanging feet.
He removed both hands from his pocket, his expression calm and collected as he observed the immediate environment.
Instantly, an electric spark rang out behind him, immediately followed by the thrust of thick, wide, and heavy-looking beams of lightning, reaching him faster than the blink of an eye.
From behind, the lightning continued ravaging him with all its might, only deeming after a minute or so, before completely dying off.
A large steel shield was now visible, placed just after Yamatoshi's back, shielding him from any damage intended. In which it withered away like dried leaves after the threat was nullified.
"C'mon grandpa, is that how you welcome back a member of our family?" Yamatoshi's little voice was smothered in little annoyance.
"I don't welcome tyrant sons; I send them back." A light masculine voice said from the cast shadows and Yamatoshi turned to it, his left hand on his waist.
He frowned deeply, "Know your place—"
Light footsteps approached Yamatoshi,
"—Number four."
Yamatoshi smiled at his attacker, surprisingly a young man, probably in his early 20s, and a little over average in height.
"The parents aren't home so we are free to indulge ourselves in whatever we desire, don't you think?" Yamatoshi continued.
"I strongly disagree, in respect to my records and calculations, our organisation doesn't need any sort of relaxation at this point." The young man folded his brows.
"And why's that?"
The man addressed as grandpa didn't give a reply, feeling as though he had just walked into a trap.
Yamatoshi leaned backwards and scoffed, "Seems no one wants to tell me anything around here anymore,"
"You and your calculator voice, I'm not going to listen to that bore fest either," Another masculine voice surfaced, this time in the opposite direction.
Yamatoshi instinctively turned his head sideways, providing him with a basic vision of another familiar face.
It was a teen, a little shorter than grandpa but still way taller than Yamatoshi, thinner too. He and grandpa had on similar casual dressing, just that his seemed flashier, if one were to compare.
"Grandpa over there is just trying to say that you can't do whatever you want," the styled teen licked his lips, halting at a safe distance.
"Number five," Yamatoshi whispered under his breath.
"Your harsh deeds have greatly disturbed number two, he has sent us to advise you."
Yamatoshi briskly turned fully to the other destroyer present. "And what is number one saying about it all?"
He got no reply.
"I haven't heard from him for almost a year now, tell me what you all have done to him!" Yamatoshi couldn't look more serious, his aura was already getting thicker and more visible in its misty form.
"Calm down brother, you won't understand, you were away for too long."
"Nonsense!—" A wave of condensed aura soared out with his sprouted anger.
"I'm going to see him, get out of my way!" Yamatoshi continued on his way, stomping ahead.
"We can't let you do that," Grandpa stated.
"I may have been away for a long time, but surely you boys don't actually believe you can take me!" Yamatoshi's lips pressed against each other, the thrill in his expression could not be mistaken.
He picked up his pace heading for the number five, "Puppy," he whispered softly under his breath.
"C'mon now, brother—" The number five snapped his fingers, and plain, smooth steel weapons of different shapes and sizes formed out of nothing in a split second, surrounding him while pointing their sharpened edges at the incoming Yamatoshi.
"That basic trick of yours isn't going to put me away!" he added, leaned forward, smiling mischievously at Yamatoshi who only grew more furious.
Yamatoshi paused, the appearing hound finally fully summoned.
"Nope—" Yamatoshi tilted his head slightly, his gaze felt empty.
"This is all you're worth, Porsche."
The hound raced towards the number five, Porsche, each stride reaching farther than the last.
Yamatoshi's pupils spiralled, no sign of amusement could be found in his long expression.
"I'm still number three you bastards,"
The duo sat at their usual seats at the back edge of the class, directly diagonal to the class door, taking in the warm morning light from the window.
The atmosphere was duller than usual, as though rain was about to descend, while Dark and Shade benefited from the cool breeze that showered them.
Before long, Dark had fallen asleep on his desk but Shade was acquainted with yet another magazine.
The rest of the students were in low spirits, whispering to one another with faint smiles. Everyone was just waiting for the first class of the day.
Just then, the class door was pushed open, squeaking all the way. Miss Bory came through in all her glory, maintaining her nasty glare as she went over to the teacher's table.
"Settle down or die," she said.
Even after four days, her attitude towards the new students hadn't been altered in the slightest. She didn't even spare them a little acceptance or passive gratitude from time to time, but they were already getting used to it.
It was the same drill, the teens would rush over to their seats, but still attract deadly glares from their so-called guardian.
But this time, they just shuffled their feet while maintaining gloomy expressions. Regardless, in seconds they had settled down,
But then, it didn't come,
The death stare was not shown.
Miss Bory sighed softly, taking off her glasses. Suddenly, her face lit up as her lips curved slightly.
"Thank goodness, you're finally getting some backbone,"
It was weird— too weird!!
The young reapers tilted their heads, a little surprised. . . ok a lot surprised..
The homeroom teacher placed her glasses back, killing off her warm expression completely.
"Your Headline Task has been decided,"
Shade's eyes bulged out of the magazine, observing Miss Bory to the letter, he wasted no time in shaking up Dark. Taking no pity as he pulled his blood red hair.
"Hmm?" Dark stumbled about his locker, eye bags all over.
"The Headline Task usually lasts throughout the semester and those who acquired the most points are given offices." Miss Bory folded her arms, heaving short sighs in-between breathes.
Dark dragged himself up, rubbing his eyes,
"It's that task thing Tiger was talking about," he mumbled under his breath, turning his neon green eyes over to Tiger.
"This semester's headline task is going to be more demanding than its predecessors, especially in combat, stamina, and of course, battle IQ."
"Starting from next week, every student can take part in an official battle against an opponent of their choice. Every fight must have been pre-registered and decided of course." Miss Bory squinted her eyes mildly,
"Since you kids always end up hurting each other every time, why not make it legal and stop wasting time on boring punishments that'll never teach you a single lesson. The school board said." she continued.
"This school's the worst,"
"They only favour the strong, asses,"
"I hope I do well,"
"Well, this sucks. How did they decide so quickly?!"
One by one, they cursed, folding their fists, grinding their teeth as they furrowed their brows fiercely. That's all they could do.
"Damnit, the other classes would pick us out like clothing, we have no chance!"
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"Bullshit—“. . .Everyone turned to the edge of the class, even Miss Bory couldn't help but fix her deadly set of glares on that origin point for a moment.
Dark's glowing eyes singled out their attention,
"You all said you wanted a chance for retribution. This is the perfect way to kick out and replace another student from any of the other classes. It shouldn't be that hard." With indifference swimming in his gaze, he just said what was on his mind.
The entire class growled, shooting awkward and confusing glares at him.
Miss Bory went for the door, a smile creeping up on her.
He reasons just like him,
A student managed to disengage from the weird stare off and spotted Miss Bory strolling out.
"You can't leave like that, what about us?" he should have just stayed quiet, since he wasn't ready for the glares he received.
He immediately threw his gaze, "Ri- Right.."
"I have nothing more to say, the rest is up to you." Her voice faded as she closed the doors behind her.
↑→↓←↑→
DARK LIGHT ORG. MAIN BUILDING.
The sharp and hurried footsteps of Yamatoshi echoed through the dark and lonely but spacious hallway, each footstep drawing closer to being a stomp as he paced forward.
He suddenly slowed down his pace. Step by step it became heavier, slower, until he came to a stop, relieving the hallway of the piercing sounds of his clanging feet.
He removed both hands from his pocket, his expression calm and collected as he observed the immediate environment.
Instantly, an electric spark rang out behind him, immediately followed by the thrust of thick, wide, and heavy-looking beams of lightning, reaching him faster than the blink of an eye.
From behind, the lightning continued ravaging him with all its might, only deeming after a minute or so, before completely dying off.
A large steel shield was now visible, placed just after Yamatoshi's back, shielding him from any damage intended. In which it withered away like dried leaves after the threat was nullified.
"C'mon grandpa, is that how you welcome back a member of our family?" Yamatoshi's little voice was smothered in little annoyance.
"I don't welcome tyrant sons; I send them back." A light masculine voice said from the cast shadows and Yamatoshi turned to it, his left hand on his waist.
He frowned deeply, "Know your place—"
Light footsteps approached Yamatoshi,
"—Number four."
Yamatoshi smiled at his attacker, surprisingly a young man, probably in his early 20s, and a little over average in height.
"The parents aren't home so we are free to indulge ourselves in whatever we desire, don't you think?" Yamatoshi continued.
"I strongly disagree, in respect to my records and calculations, our organisation doesn't need any sort of relaxation at this point." The young man folded his brows.
"And why's that?"
The man addressed as grandpa didn't give a reply, feeling as though he had just walked into a trap.
Yamatoshi leaned backwards and scoffed, "Seems no one wants to tell me anything around here anymore,"
"You and your calculator voice, I'm not going to listen to that bore fest either," Another masculine voice surfaced, this time in the opposite direction.
Yamatoshi instinctively turned his head sideways, providing him with a basic vision of another familiar face.
It was a teen, a little shorter than grandpa but still way taller than Yamatoshi, thinner too. He and grandpa had on similar casual dressing, just that his seemed flashier, if one were to compare.
"Grandpa over there is just trying to say that you can't do whatever you want," the styled teen licked his lips, halting at a safe distance.
"Number five," Yamatoshi whispered under his breath.
"Your harsh deeds have greatly disturbed number two, he has sent us to advise you."
Yamatoshi briskly turned fully to the other destroyer present. "And what is number one saying about it all?"
He got no reply.
"I haven't heard from him for almost a year now, tell me what you all have done to him!" Yamatoshi couldn't look more serious, his aura was already getting thicker and more visible in its misty form.
"Calm down brother, you won't understand, you were away for too long."
"Nonsense!—" A wave of condensed aura soared out with his sprouted anger.
"I'm going to see him, get out of my way!" Yamatoshi continued on his way, stomping ahead.
"We can't let you do that," Grandpa stated.
"I may have been away for a long time, but surely you boys don't actually believe you can take me!" Yamatoshi's lips pressed against each other, the thrill in his expression could not be mistaken.
He picked up his pace heading for the number five, "Puppy," he whispered softly under his breath.
"C'mon now, brother—" The number five snapped his fingers, and plain, smooth steel weapons of different shapes and sizes formed out of nothing in a split second, surrounding him while pointing their sharpened edges at the incoming Yamatoshi.
"That basic trick of yours isn't going to put me away!" he added, leaned forward, smiling mischievously at Yamatoshi who only grew more furious.
Yamatoshi paused, the appearing hound finally fully summoned.
"Nope—" Yamatoshi tilted his head slightly, his gaze felt empty.
"This is all you're worth, Porsche."
The hound raced towards the number five, Porsche, each stride reaching farther than the last.
Yamatoshi's pupils spiralled, no sign of amusement could be found in his long expression.
"I'm still number three you bastards,"
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