The sound of steady footsteps could be heard in the vacated hallways. Each step an identical copy of the last, the clack of the sharp heels echoed in the nearly empty school. These black shoes were worn by a woman, whom was unknown to the students and faculty of this school, but seemed to have been given a pretty bad reputation from the students at the other schools she had taught at. This woman, wearing a black, crisp suit, hair falling to her shoulders in an freshly-cut, professional way, her eyes as cold and as playful as the smirk upon the devil's face, was the new teacher of class 2-B of the third year classrooms. Miss Reina Shiroma--better known as Shiroma-san, or Shiroma-sensei, or simply 'the witch'--was a bit early to school, which in her opinion, was right on time. And this, she expected of her students aswell.
Jun threw his backpack onto his back, as he finished kicking in the ribs of the low-class, immature thug that had attempted to rob him earlier. The older boy lay on the cold ground, groaning in pain as blood dripped from his lips. Jun smiled wickedly, though he felt a bit of pain stabbing him in his own ribs aswell. He ignored it, willing it to disappear. Jun Kuromaru didn't feel pain. He was invincible. "Next time you try to take a swing on me, fucker," Jun began, pronouncing the English word as best as an under-educated highschooler in Japan could. "I'll take you down again. Don't doubt me." For emphasis, he gave him another harsh kick. "You're lucky I have to go to school now, or you'd be dead."
Ignoring what the thug replied--if he did happen to say something after all--Jun started off in a sprint towards the school. He could see the large building in the distance, and this road would take him straight to it. Jun passed by a few straddlers, old women and small children, waved hello to a few shopowners getting their stores ready for the day, and noticeably checked out some of the teen girls on their way to school as well. The girls stuck their tongue out at him, but smiled aswell, and he smiled back.
Jun did not know where this year would take him, for it was his final year at high school--if he passed, of course--and Jun did not know where he wanted to go in life. He wished he didn't have to choose, that everything would always be the same. He would wake up every morning, brush his teeth, shower, and head to school for the rest of his life. Jun did not want to become some boring businessman, or some under-paid worker at some kind of shop. He wanted the easy life as a student. This year, his final year, would surely be the easiest year of his highschool career, wouldn't it?
Koizumi hurried down the hall with a smile upon her face. Her mid-back length hair tied into the two braids as it had been since she first started school at the age of five, her skirt hiked a little bit higher than it should have been, pink shoelaces laced into her shoes where white ones should have been, Koizumi Shizuki was feeling phenomenal. Though she was usually nervous before the first day of school, she had gotten a full night's sleep. This meant that she would be ready to be the perfect image of a student for the new teacher today.
Koizumi did not know much about the teacher, she had heard some rumors, but she figured that the teacher couldn't be all that bad, atleast not to her. Koizumi was early after all, and that had to be a plus in the teacher's book. Not only that, but the girl had a nice smile, dancing eyes, and spectacular legs, what kind of teacher would be upset with her? And even if all else failed, Koizumi had specially created a list of all of the problems caused last year by the students that would be in her class this year. She'd surely get on the teacher's good side for such a list. She'd go in the classroom, put the list upon the teacher's desk, and wait for her to arrive. It would be the perfect start of the year.
It would have been the perfect start of the year, if it were not for her stepping into the class to find her new teacher already there, and if it were not for the teacher's horrific, cold appearance and dark aura. When Koizumi entered the room, the new teacher did not look from her desk up at her. Instead, her eyes were glued to some documents, but Koizumi was pretty sure she heard her enter. "S-Sensei," the girl began, taking a step forward. Still, the teacher did not look, and Koizumi began feeling even more nervous. "M-My name is Koizumi Shizu-"
"I know who you are," the teacher cut in. Finally, the teacher's heartless, black eyes met hers. "Koizumi Shizuki, daughter of Jessica Shizuki and Kenichi Shizuki, you have two older sisters, and are allergic to mushrooms." Koizumi stood gaping as the teacher recited this from her head, as if she knew her personally. There was a slight twitch at the end of the teacher's mouth, and the girl realized she was smiling. "Am I right?"
Speechless, Koizumi nodded. She felt her stomach drop. Something about this was not right. What happened to her perfect start?
"Do you have something for me there?" the teacher asked after a slight pause, eyes on the file Koizumi held tightly in her arms.
Not knowing how to back out now, the baffled student nodded once more. She hesitantly stepped up to the woman's desk, holding out the file for her to take. "It's a list I made for you, in case you have any trouble with your first few days here."
"How considerate," Shiroma-san replied, taking the file from the girl's hands. "But I assure you that I am in no need of assistance, and most certainly not yours." Without even taking a peek at it, the teacher dropped it into the trashcan beside her desk. "Have a seat."