Fujimi Academy

The starting point for when everything went to absolute Hell. A school, originally funded back in 1997, and now the monumental, highest-rated school it is today. It is located in Tokonosu City. The school is filled with a variety of students, some all the way from America. The school's original foundation is the basic cement/stone mixture you would see in any other schools today. The former material used for Fujimi Academy was wood from a Sakura tree, but the staff quickly reinforced it with actual sturdy material once an American student set the whole academy ablaze. Large iron gates separates the school's courtyard from the outside world, which is, in this case, a long blacktop road surrounded by forests on both sides. The road leads both North and South, where North is where Tokonosu City lies, only a few miles away, while South leads far away, somewhere into the mountains.

It was simply another day inside of Fujimi Academy. Birds were chippering amongst siblings, teachers sat inside of air-conditioned classrooms, boredly taking role, while students meandered the halls, either skipping, or carrying out an errand for a lazy professor. Unknown to the populace...this wouldn't be a simple school day, like the rest of the days. It would be a Hell of a lot worse...'cuz zombies n shit.

Seth leaned precariously over the roof of the high-school building, boredom evident on his tan face. The American teenager wasn't especially fond of highschool, after all, and abhored the thought of even coming. There was no fighting - there was a Fight Club, sure, but you couldn't talk about Fight Club. As a reminder, Seth slapped himself on the cheek and spat a glob of water into the air. It was something that he had decided to do a while ago. Whenever he even thought about Fight Club outside of Fight Club, he would spit into the air.

The teen tilted back the rest of his water bottle, releasing it onto the pavement outside.

"Who's lollygagging up he-"

SPLAT

"Wut."

Seth gave a curious glance backwards, as one of his more...annoying teachers, Mr. Uzusuki, entered the rooftop's doorway with an angry scowl on his fat face. It just so happened that the giant orb of water and spit descended right at that time...exactly on the shiny, bald mark.

"Mr. Bamburg! Detention for a week!" the man blustered, face turning an unhealthy shade of purple. Seth snorted and made lewd, wild gestures at the man's sweat-stained back, watching him stumble down the stairs, grumbling. "Psh, he totally forgot to tell me to go to class." he turned back around, just in time to see something happening at the gates of the school.

"Wut. Again."

Tamatashi was laying over his deck as the lesson that he was in was totally boring out of all thoughts. Yawning as he looks out towards the window, smiling as he knew that today was the day that he will get his true love. The iron queen Itoe Fujimoto!. He had an big ass smirk on his lips as he thought about his queen.

Itoe was driven to school via limousine, like everyday. As she exited the luxury vehicle, she kept a straight face. Those daggers she called eyes pierced into the soul of every student that gazed upon her expressionless face.
The schoolyard was empty, as expected by Itoe since she was late for class this evening, though she could tell that students were staring through the windows straight at her. She was the Iron Queen, the ruthless ruler of the school.

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The girl walked into the classroom and stared. The class was quiet... Good... She liked it that way. "I apologize for my lateness this evening." She murmured, her voice monotone. Itoe sat down at an empty desk and pulled out the needed items for the lesson in that class. It was strange, for someone so cold and ruthless as her to pay attention in class?

Nakamura slumped over his music stand, failing to raise a hand at the scattered pieces of sheet music flying away from where his head now rested. He had just finished an intense session of barely paying attention and procrastinating whilst tentatively plucking at the strings of his nylon stringed Spanish guitar. The teacher, Mr. Ichao, an easily pleased balding man, decided to give the students of his senior music class a rest on account of their "splendid playing." Nakamura knew better though; Ichao was clearly unhappy with the lack of effort by the students, but like most of the teachers in the damned school, he dared not raise a finger in actually helping the kids, oh no - that might require effort, perhaps even actual teaching skills.

Nakamura couldn't care much less, though. With each tick on the clock, every passing moment, each breath he took, he knew his time in Fujimi was coming to an end. As a last year student, it was almost impossible for him to contain his anxiety in the wait for the final day of school. What was his plan from here, college? Trade school? An eternity of barely paying attention and procrastinating (not much unlike school)?

Nakamura, with his face buried in his arms, couldn't help but anticipate the possibilities.

Kazu was out in the stairs. He was looking out onto the world. He wondered about many things, as he looked upon the sun. He remembered Her and her smiling face. He shed a tear but quickly wiped it off. He remembered he was going to be late to class. He grabbed his small briefcase and ran to class. As he entered he saw the teacher already sitting on the desk, and the Students taking notes.

-"Sorry I am late I got held up, My name is Kazuki Okumura nice to meet you" Kazu said as he bowed.

He took a seat and pulled out his Notebook and his pen and began writing.

Saito was silently listening to the teacher's lecture.Even he was silent,he was bored in the inside.Saito then looked at the window."It looks peaceful huh? I can't wait to get out of this school" Saito said to himself."Shijima! Hey! Shijima!" The teacher called then Saito turned his head to him "What?" Saito asked in a very peaceful way."What are you looking in the window for!? Copy your notes!" The teacher replied."Oh I'm sorry,I just got blown away how beautiful the outside world is" Saito apologized with his calm voice then he copied his notes.

Seth squinted his eyes, bringing a hand up to shield his irises from the sun. "Man, they're getting serious." he chuckled, watching a teacher push a seemingly drunk man away from the gates. Standing up, he stretched his muscles and scratched his butt. "Better head to class for the last few minutes."

The teenager turned around, languidly walking to his next class in his usual carefree demeanor, unknown of the horrors that was happening near the gates.

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Seth shouldered open the door to his music class, just as the teacher, some bald fucker, began some lecture on how to stroke your guitar lovingly. Or something. Ignoring the mans complaints on his uber lateness, the brown-haired teen sidled up into his seat near another dude from his year - a Japanese guy. Duh.

"Nakamura? Nekomura?" he asked, as the teacher sighed and began his lecture again.

"I hope your name isn't Nekomura. That'd suck." he chuckled, tapping a few times on his drum-set before pocketing the drum sticks. His eyes wandered towards the window. Shit was getting really serious. A fight.

Kazu's look wandered off to the window. There was a fight going on at the School gates. Kazu wanted to know what was happening so he grabbed his briefcase and ran out of the door without asking the Teacher. He ran towards the stairs in the outside and saw the fight unfold.

-"What the Hell is going on, why are there teachers fighting?"

Nakamura grimaced at the mention of his name, unceremoniously awoken from his dreams of flowers and fame and glory, whatever achievements he wanted to accomplish in his life. Pushing away from the stand, Nakamura wiped a large strand of dribble away from his face and glared at the brown-haired american drummer who sat behind him.

"Could be worse," he said with a stretch and a yawn. "My name could be *Billy* or *Ian*, or worst of all *Matthew*." Nakamura gave the American a sly grin. Despite not ever talking to him, Nakamura knew of this kid, hell, most everyone did. Word was this American couldn't stay away from the principles office.

"You know, I've heard of you," Nakamura leaned over and gave the drummer's snare a quick tap. "If I recall correctly, you're the one they say has yet to show up to one of Uzusuki's classes all semester. Pretty respectable, anyone who can give that paranoid old bore the slip is bound to be pretty crafty. What's your name, drummer boy?"

Clearly, already bored, Itoe stood up and left the classroom without a word. The teacher did nothing, fearing that she may yell, or worse, physically assault him. She kept a tight grip on her bag as she sauntered down the hallways, wandering around aimlessly looking for something to pass her time. She could here the sound of bickering in the D hall, it appeared as though someone left the door to the music room wide open, so Itoe used this as an excuse to let herself in.
"Pardon my intrusion." She said. This caused some of the students to flinch. They recognized her voice. What was the Iron Queen doing here? Was she going to dish out punishment? Some of the students coughed awkwardly, others tried talking among themselves.
Her gaze was towards the two boys, chatting away. An American... And a somewhat well rounded acquaintance. "Taikeekee."
"Taikeekee?" The students murmured. "What kind of nickname is that?"

Itoe approached the two and nodded approvingly at them. "Good morning." She simply said.

How could one describe an average day? After all, we do it so often we take for granted it's easiness. All we have to do, is to go to school, learn and then go home and learn some more. That was the thoughts of Jack, who was daydreaming during class. He didn't mean to be rude to the teacher, as the teacher wasn't a bad person. It would be better to describe his actions as disliking the class that the teacher taught. The teacher didn't do a good enough job in making it interesting, although not that it was a bad effort by the teacher. It was just ... nothing special. So instead of paying attention and learning like he was supposed to, he was daydreaming and making doodles on his paper. Mostly American themed things. Poorly drawn bald eagles tearing apart snakes, or a flag waving above a stick man battle. He even tried to draw the statue of liberty, but it came out looking like a spiked potato so he had scribbled it out. He glanced outside for a second, and noticed what appeared to be a deluded homeless man. He could care less for he dismissed the image almost instantly. While the teacher droned on, he then found himself looking at the news on his phone. The stories on CNN were not too interesting. Russia being a communist asshole, some minor disease, a missing airplane that they had been covering for a while. All very boring. He soon gave up, and proceeded to try and nap. However, he was interrupted from this attempt as he noticed a fight were the teachers were ... odd. Teachers don't usually fight each other, especially when there's a outside threat present.

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Nakamura grimaced at the mention of his name, unceremoniously awoken from his dreams of and fame and glory, whatever achievements he wanted to accomplish in his life. Pushing away from the stand, Nakamura wiped a large strand of dribble away from his face and glared at the brown-haired american drummer who sat behind him. "Could be worse," he said with a stretch and a yawn. "My name could be *Billy* or *Ian*, or worst of all *Matthew*." Nakamura gave the American a sly grin. Despite not ever talking to him, Nakamura knew of this kid, hell, most everyone did. Word was this American couldn't stay away from the principles office."You know, I've heard of you," Nakamura leaned over and gave the drummer's snare a quick tap. "If I recall correctly, you're the one they say has yet to up to one of Uzusuki's classes all semester. Pretty respectable, anyone who can give that paranoid old bore the slip is bound to be pretty crafty. What's your name, drummer boy?"

"Darth Vader." Seth straightened up, his body language becoming less wary and more relaxed as he quickly took to the boy. "My actual name's Seth. Nice meetin' you." he glanced upwards once he saw the door open, and his eyebrow shifted slightly up at the appearance of an intimidating female.

"Do you know her?" he whispered, twirling his drum sticks between his fingers expertly, before pocketing them again. The girl glanced around, saying something that caused everyone to shiver, before walking towards them. Seth smirked. "Sup Iron Vagina," he began, only for the girl to walk past him.

"Taikeekee."

Snort.

"Good morning."

Seth gave her a dismissive wave, glancing outside the window again. Shit was getting serious. More. He glanced back over to his new friend/acquaintances. "Yeah yeah, I'm Seth. What's Up. Let's go." He stood up, seemingly adapting to everything at a fast pace. "To the roof!" Seth began jogging to the door, and when the teacher got in his way the teen smirked, getting out one of his drumsticks and slamming it against the man's face, knocking him out and breaking the wooden stick.

"Like I'm missing a fight." Giving Nakamura and the Iron Vagina a 'hurry up' gesture, he walked out the door...to the smell of blood.

Nakamura rolled his eyes at Itoe's greeting. The nickname she chose for him was of course asinine, like most everything about her. She was rich, powerful, and had a strong political backing in the school, everything Nakamura took glee in teasing. This whole "Iron Queen" charade caused him to do nothing more but scoff...but only in front of his classmates. Admittedly, Itoe did have a very prominent presence, and her just saying his dreaded nickname caused a knot to tighten in Nakamura's stomach.

"I know her a little more than I wished," Nakamura told Seth with a frown. Suddenly, something caught seemingly everyone in the classroom's attention; A fight had seemed to break out in the courtyard, and things looked to be getting vicious. Before he could grab Seth's attention, the American had sprang from the classroom, that is, not before clobbering Mr Ichao cleanly in the face with a drumstick. Curious and perhaps a tad shell-shocked, Nakumara filed behind his new friend, who seemed to be heading towards the roof.

Itoe ignored the nickname the American boy gave him, it'd be better to introduce herself later on when there weren't so many disruptions. She followed the boy, who introduced himself as Seth and without much hesitation, he punched the teacher that stood in his path. Good, there were no weaklings in this group. The girl peered out the hallway windows as the fight escalated... Was that... Bloodshed? Itoe usually didn't show emotion, though her expression looked slightly curious as she followed along, keeping close to the group of three.

"This isn't normal." She came to a conclusion that this was no brawl. The teacher appeared to be struggling under the grip of the other man. Bath salts? No, Japanese police forces should have already apprehended him if he had gotten this far to the school already. Police... Where are the policemen? This wasn't right. None of it felt good.

Saito is looking at the window again.He noticed that there are teachers fighting in the gate.He just ignores it because adult fights are for adults only.So he just continued copying his notes.After he copied his notes, he looked at the window and the fight is getting serious.At that second, Saito feel something is wrong.He raised his hand "What is it? Shijima" the teacher asked "Uhh... sir I need to go to the bathroom" Saito answered.It was a lie, all he wants to do is to see what is happening outside but the teacher lets him out.Saito then run to where the fight was happening.He thought that maybe seeing it in a distance would be good because getting near to the fight might get him involved.As he saw the fight, there are blood everywhere and the teachers are eating each other.Saito felt a rush of adrenaline and he ran as fast as he can going to the rooftop of the school thinking it might be safe there

Tamatash Had fallen asleep in class but woke op again as people started to leave the classroom " Teach i also have to go, Bathroom." He just left without hearing the teachers respond. Walking the hallways now he had his hands down his pockets and sighed, getting a few grins from the other classe since he dyed the hair pink." Freaking hate my hair " He muttered. He thought about sleeping again so he decited it would be a good thing to go on the roof and sleep. But that soon stoped as he saw some teacher fight another man. Standing there with his hands in his pockets he sighed " Please. . .What the fuck" He saw the red blood on the ground, that was only a ltiny thing from his view. " Fucking hell what in the name of raptor jesus is going on 2 He walked again down the halls,

Looking towards the deration of the teacher fighting and being eaten " Fuck me in the ass with a poolo stick" He saw the iron queen and some other classy looking mother fucker standing with her. " Yo tell me im not dreaming"

Kazu looked and saw as the man bit the teacher on the arm.

-"Shit! I've got to get to high ground!"

Kazu ran up the outside staircase and arrived at the roof seeing that there was someone already there.

-"Do you know what the Hell is going on?!"

Saito was in high ground when an another student came and asked what is happening."I... I don't know but the teachers are starting to eat each other" Saito answered "that was so.... Inhuman..."he added.