Kurogane watched, eyes stoic, as the students scrambled towards the back, and out the doors, heading to the locker rooms to shower and change clothes. Deliberately, the boy twirled his bokken once between the fingers of his right hands, allowing the dull, yet hard wooden blade lay across his shoulder. "How about a pre-lunch lunch break?" He suggested, his apathetic monotone holding a sort of piqued hunger that he would only allow his sister to hear. To accompany his question, his stomach began to growl, only for Kurogane to frown - causing the growling to instantly subside. Pfft...cowardly stomach. Even as he talked, Kurogane deliberately walked to a small, strapped black backpack that seemed relatively light. Slinging it over his shoulders, and carefully zipping his custom-made bokken into the bag, Kurogane rested his hands in his pockets, awaiting his sister's answer. The sleeves of his blazer ruffled in the cool breeze - seeing as the jacket was mostly hanging onto his form, with Kurogane not actively wearing it.

@samreaper @Kurisa @Phobos Reiko watched Kenny bemusedly. He was an interesting individual, regardless of what the general student population seemed to think. After all, his odd antics were capable of holding her attention - an impressive feat indeed. At Kenny’s indication towards Australia on the world map, the girl answered instantaneously. Australia, an isolated continent that stood aloof on its own, somewhat reminded Reiko of the boy himself. While she was musing over this little tidbit of knowledge, Kenny gestured for her to take a seat, which she did on a student’s desk. “You know,” she started. “You are absolutely weird.” Reiko remarked smoothly, straight-faced. Her voice was not cold, neither was it indifferent. It was a mere statement, a blatant if not crude expression of her thoughts, a habit which she exercised frequently. She wondered if he would take offense at her words, but like her treatment of all others, an individual’s obvious distaste for her brazenness could never compel her to present her words in a more thoughtful manner. And so, the thought quickly dissolved in the blink of an eye. Silent as the dark classroom was, Reiko easily picked up the noises of footsteps furiously charging down the hallway from afar. A few seconds later, a figure zoomed past the classroom which Reiko and Kenny were occupying, a blur of features which the girl failed to identify. A next figure, however, soon followed suit albeit at a slightly slower pace, but Reiko’s sharp eyes managed to catch the face in pursuit of the first runner. Kurisa Shuiji, troublemaker from class 3C – and very, very eager to grab hold of his escapee. An audible groan escaped from the girl, followed by a ear-splitting screech whose pitch had the consistency of a female’s voice. Either that or the person responsible for it was an outright sissy. “THAT REALLY, REALLY HURT!” a familiar voice screamed, his cries echoing down the hallway. “FUCK!” He shrieked again. “LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOU MADE ME SAY A BAD WORD,” the boy wailed. Even before she had stepped out of the classroom to survey the commotion outside, the information yielded from her skillful observations had already led her to their very obvious conclusions. In other words, with the information clicking into place, Reiko had already more or less inferred what had happened. Kurisa and his violent tendencies were probably what initiated the chase down the school’s hallways from the rooftop – the direction which they had came from was where the rooftop’s stairwell was located. It was also common knowledge that Kurisa informally owned those grounds. And with the speed at which they were barreling down the hallway, it came as no surprise that the resultant collision yielded such a response from Akiko, the Student President. Reiko glanced at the time on her watch, and confirmed the identity of the victim. It was 11:15AM – the usual time when Akiko would make his way to the Principal’s office for a routine report.

With his hand firmly gripped in Ben's, Paneru found himself being led out of the locker room and down the hallway, his long blonde hair flowing behind him leisurely. He soon looked anxiously around the hall, as if he were looking for something specific. His eyes darted up and down and around, focusing on different sections of the walls, until finally he saw what he was looking for...a clock. He gasped softly under his breath and frowned. He pulled on Ben's hand to get his attention. Ben, to motivated to stop, kept walking, but looked back with a grin. "Huh? Wassup?", he said to Paneru casually. Paneru smiled coyly and ran his free hand through his long hair, pushing it back out of his eyes and tucking it behind his ear. "Well...I still don't know what your trying to do or where your trying to take me, but...I have a class coming up in 30 minutes.", he said in a dainty tone. Ben paused in his tracks and swiveled around to face him, his hand still gripped firmly around Parenu's delicately soft hand. Ben laughed out loud awkwardly, using his free hand to grip him stomach as he entered into a fit of abrupt glee. "Woah...I'm so sorry Pan. I just got so excited, I literally blanked out on everything else. You know how simple minded I can be", he said teasingly. Paneru smiled brightly and chuckled. "I know right? It's just a bunch of mush in there", he cheekily quipped back at him. Giggling once more in the process. Ben laughed and scratched his noggin. "Waaahhh!! Your so mean when your on dry land. Maybe you are a fish! Fish face!", he said playfully back at him. "Fish Face?", Paneru retorted, teasingly furrowing his eyes and looking directly into Ben's face, staring at him intensely like a deer in headlights. Ben stared back, but only for a brief moment before his face turned red and he quickly looked away. He slowly let go of Paneru's hand and gripped his hands behind his head. He let out a deep and awkward sigh. "I'm that ugly huh?", Paneru asked him teasingly, followed by a quick giggle. Ben's usually pale face was now rosy, and he looked down at the floor beneath him, tucking his hands in his pockets as he did so.

Paneru's face looked at Ben doe-eyed as he slightly cocked his head to the side as he watched the senior's behavior. "No...not at all..", Ben began slowly, still keeping his head down as he spoke. "Honestly...your the most beautiful guy I've ever met", he said in a very low and somewhat mumbled tone, almost as if he had to fight to get the words out. Paneru's face wen't blank as he looked at Ben, who had finally raised his head and looked at him directly, his countenance sincere and unusually bashful. Paneru let out a complex rhythm of awkward breaths before daintily gliding his hair behind his ears. There was an awkward pause as they just looked at eachother, unsure of what else to say. Paneru was flattered, in a strange kind of way. He was well aware that he looked so much more feminine than most other guys. His delicate facial features, long blonde hair, his lithe body, it all played into his unnaturally beautiful exterior for a young boy. In some ways, he resented his appearance with the belief that it may have been one of the reasons his father abused him like he did. Anyways...digress. He had heard all his life that he looked like a younger version of his mother, of course, before she let herself go.

"Oh...hah...well ummm...thanks Ben...", Paneru awkwardly and hastily chimed to break the silence. Ben nodded his head slightly to him and smiled coyly, "Your welcome", he said boldly, seemingly gathering back his normal aura of confidence. He continued, further looking into Paneru's face as if entranced. "Paneru...It's just that I hate seeing you upset. I figured... why not cheer you up? Sometimes when I see you by yourself...reading a book or something...your crying...or just...downright looking defeated", he said in a concered and reassuring tone. Paneru looked at the floor briefly, running his dainty fingers through his hair before looking back up again at Ben's face, smiling ever so lightly. From across the hall, one of Ben's friends, a fellow expat from London, shouted over to him, though...the boy spoke in English, so Paneru understood little to none of it. "Geez dude, you talk like your in love or something", his friend shouted to Ben in a banterly fashion.

Ben held up his fist playfully and shook it in the direction of his London friend. "Shut the hell up before I beat your lights out. He's a guy dipshit!", Ben retorted with a grin. His friend laughed out loud and pointed to Paneru briefly, getting his attention long enough to wink at him. Ben's eyes furrowed as he slightly stepped in front of Ben and looked at his friend coldly. They continued to speak in English though, much to Paneru's dismay. "Cut it out you ass! He doesn't know what your doing", Ben yelled at him brashly. It was true though. Paneru's face was glazed when the British expat winked at him. He didn't know why he did it, but it made him feel somewhat awkward. "You jealous?", the Londoner responded back as his quick repartee. Ben frowned briefly, but couldn't help but chuckle. "No way! Just don't do it alright?", Ben responded firmly. The Londoner held his hands up as if he surrended, throwing up a quick peace sign before walking, but not before he could shout out..."I don't care if he's a guy or a girl. If you don't snag that pretty guy standing beside you...I will". Clearly his tone of voice indicated that he was only kidding, but Ben couldn't help but feel a bit...jealous? It was weird, but he was genuinely feeling jealous and didn't quite know why. His cold eyes returned back to Paneru's doe-eyed and confused face, and completely softened.

He returned to speaking in Japanese. "Sorry about that...my friend was just being an ass", he exclaimed. Paneru chuckled softly, gripping his hands together in front himself. "It's okay. Besides, I didn't understand a lick of what he was saying anyways. Or what you were saying for that matter", Paneru playfully said, followed by a quick burst of laughter. Ben chuckled as well and wiped off a trickle of sweat that had form on his forehead. Paneru continued. "I think I'm gonna get a head start in my class...get my mind right before the dread begins. You can always show me this "secret hideout" after school right?", he asked in a curious, but teasing manner. Ben rolled his eyes, and smiled affectionately, allowing his hands to sink back into his pockets. "Yeah...that's cool with me", he said contentedly. Paneru returned the same warm and affectionate smile and began to slowly walk away from Ben backwards towards the direction of his classroom. "Cool", he said cheerfully, finally swiveling his body around completely and walking off towards his classroom, briefly looking behind his shoulder to see if Ben was watching him walk off. Paneru smiled slightly and snickered to himself. Ben was.

"Hm... Lunch seems good right about now. And I managed to pack one today." Megumi replied. The young red-head turned around and picked of a sleek gym back which was most likely stuffed with dojo gear and a few other unamed items. "Where are we going to eat today, big brother?" She asked, looking over at him. He was usually the one that had picked out their eating place, and usually it was the gym that would suffice for their meal places, sometimes the roof, maybe outside on a bench if the weather agreed with them. Megumi slung the straps of the duffel bag over her shoulder and rested one arm on top of it. She used her free hand to brush her hair out of the way so it wouldn't get caught underneath the weight of the straps. It appeared as though the last remaining senior had fled, leaving the stench of his cowardice behind. Megumi basked in their victory for just a moment, allowing her current mood to finally even out and relax. "Much better... Now I can finally think..." She murmured under her breath. "Why did we come here anyways? Just to make a buffoon shit his pants and waddle off?" The discipline committee-as far as she knew- usually dealt out the detentions for those who were skipping. Sure, they had their fair share of rebellious students, but at this point they were just growing bored and a tad power hungry.

Aki himself wasn't alone on the roof, their was another male yet they seemed to be on the same side here. Both wanted somewhere peaceful, and they both knew that if they ratted that this guy was skipping they were dooming themselves as well. So for the few minutes they shared the roof, until some loud short guy burst through the door proclaiming the roof to be his. Aki looked up from his console and stared blankly at the man, his reaction wasn't as funny as the other males though. The man burst off the roof chasing after the other guy, at some point Aki heard something about a mop and ass. Aki standing up walked over to the door, and closed it.

He then went back and sat down in the same spot, pulling a can of mountain dew out of his bag he opened it and took a sip before placing it down on the hard surface of the roof. Aki then pulled out a different system this one being a Ps Vita. He then tapped on the screen and after a few minutes had passed he stared to tilt the device left and right and sometimes up. It was one of those welcome park games they included on the console. Simple game, but addictive.

Kurogane shrugged once, indifferently, towards the first question, still thinking about that specific problem. As for the second question..."As the president of the Kendo Club, I have to atleast teach one lesson each week." He explained simply, resting his hands in the pockets of his slacks as he began heading towards the exit. It was known, throughout the school, that he could easily leave the academy and go to a rich and wealthy military academy, that promoted sword training and martial arts, but - mostly as a fuck-you to his father, Kurogane stayed here, opting to simply make the Disciplinary Committee, as a means of boredom alleviation until he could go home for another strenuous day underneath his father's rule. That would change soon, however...When he's crowned the Heir of the Hazekage clan, he would have complete reign over the clan's proceedings, the business, and his future. Guess who would be getting exiled from family grounds?

As the two entered the hallways, which were, interestingly enough, devoid of life, Kurogane finally glanced up, crimson eyes hidden under locks of fiery red hair. "The roof." The breeze and wind would feel good, and he often rested there, just absorbing the sun and air...eating lunch there would be magnificent. Especially if his sister had done what he think she'd done, and prepared his meal. Fresh fruit and vegetables sounded good. He headed up the stairs, Megumi beside him. He noted, from the corner of his eyes, how other students would peek from their classroom, planning on sneaking out, until they caught notice of the cold siblings; thus were their reputations at this Academy. They made for an intimidating duo, with their matching, flaming red hair and eyes, and the eternally heartless aura that seemed to surround them.

They stepped onto the roof, Kurogane easily sliding the door open.

A skipper is what greeted them.

"Hn..."

His normally small, apathetic frown was a minor scowl. Why did trash have to interrupt nice lunch-breaks?

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Happy to hear her give the answer without any problem and kicked with his foot to spin in the chair. Her comment of him being weird didn't bother him since he was used to being called names, though at least she said it in a more friendly manner. He just shrugged to let her know it didn't bother him before spinning in the chair once more, holding out his arms, making helicopter noises as he did so.

The shouting and loud footsteps was soon heard from the hallway, his body coming to a stop with his head facing the door. Seconds later a shadow ran by and the shouting grew worse with a second figure running by. Another bully targeting the weak again it seemed, just the daily life at a high school for you. Looking up to see Reiko head to the door and stepped out to see who it was and rolled the chair after her. Soon his head poked sideways from the opened door in time to see the back of Kurisa.

Other than the guy's name, he didn't bother to memorize anything else, Kenny could care less about any other student and only knew of Kurisa's name simply cause of how often he was mentioned. Watching the guy chase after someone before his head was lifted then lowered from his shifting the chair's height and let a muffled chuckle as he repeatedly rose and lowered to make it look like his head was floating and started making ghostly sounds, which with mask only worked to make it even more eerie sounding.

Pulling his head back into the room. moments later he burst from the room with the teacher's long ruler stick. Catching Reiko up in the process to have her land on his lap and tapping the ruler against the floor to propel the chair after kurisa. He pulled his hand up and down while making the honking sound like cargo trucks do.

All aboard the Kenny express, Kenny thought while laughing inwardly.

Megumi had prepared sandwiches for their meals, as well as a side of sausages and an assortment of fruit and veggies she had cut herself. Since her parents rely on the servants to prepare their meals, she had took it upon herself to know basic household chores, and with a strict regimen, she was able to prepare meals as well as clean. The girl pulled out the two boxes just as they arrived on the rooftops. "Here, this one is yours." She said, extending a box wrapped in red cloth. Megumi herself had a different colored cloth to distinguish the two, hers being in a pale pink color.

Though it was quite peaceful on the rooftop, the only thing that had ruined it was the fact that there were two students who had managed to slip out of class... How coincidental for the discipline committee to arrive at this scene.

"One skipper I see..." She said, letting out a small sigh as she glanced back and forth between her brother and them. Megumi recognized his face, however didn't know enough to distinguish his class and name, he appeared to be upperclassman, at least that was she had concluded due to his behavior... What was that term? Senior-itis?

Dodging all the giant marbles being thrown at him, Aki was speeding away racking up all the points with impressive speed. Already in the one hundred thousand point range, his streak would snap when the door opened, and instead of a black haired male with a mop up his ass with another black hair male laughing. It was the disciplinary twins. Aki stared at them for a good few seconds. Thats all he really did, as he was trying to figure out a couple of things. One being how to not piss them off further, the second being if would they still attack if he moved more closer to the guard rails.

With them guarding the door, their truly was no escape, maybe he should just accept his punishment and admit he was in the wrong..... Nah he always got in trouble, it's not like Aki is going to care if he gets in anymore. So with a smirk towards them, he grabbed his can and took a sip from it again. Giving them a little wave in the process. Placing the can back down he took out his 3ds and started to play the new Super smash Bros game. Ironic that he would choose a fighting game in this situation.

Kurogane shared a stoic, briefly annoyed glance with his sister, at the pure ignorance the boy was displaying. He honestly didn't understand why the students skipped. He and his sister didn't really have to go to the majority of their classes, and it was something that their father spoke with their principal about; they were heavily tutored at home...very, very heavily tutored, and so they acted more as...'Prefects' at the school, moreso than students, although they were, undeniably students. Them being able to go wherever they wanted in the school may also have something to do with the fact that the principal was shit-scared of both Kurogane and his Father, so that was a thing. An amusing thing, to be sure.

His voice was cold and stoic as he casually walked forward, both hands resting in his pockets. With nimble fingers, he flicked the can to the side, sending it careening towards the railing, where it uneasily balanced itself on the edge. "Detention. Go to class." Only one word needed to be spoken. It was a warning; if he refused to get up and go to class, then he would be in pain. Literally. His body would be eviscerated.

With that said in done, Megumi took it upon herself to lay out a napkin onto the ground so that she may sit upon it. She set her lunch down and carefully began unfolding it, revealing the neatly packed lunch within. At this point, she had ignored the upperclassman since her brother had already dealt out the punishment.

Taking a toothpick she poked an apple slice and began munching away at the fresh array of fruits that was sitting in a plastic container. "Hm... I'll pack dry fruit next time, the consistency is a little mushy..." She whispered. Megumi set down the toothpick and picked up her sandwich which was cut in its controversial triangular shape, of course she had cut off the crust due to her brother's distaste for it. "Sit down and eat, Kurogane, I don't want my work to go to waste."

Megumi hadn't expected him to settle down since the student reacted so casually, but it was worth the try.

After having her drink, Utaho decided it'd be best to chill in some other place. Perhaps a high place, with little people around. Liek the rooftop. What was it about the rooftop that was so damn attractive, she had no idea, but it just seemed ideal. Followed by her two lackeys, she started making her way up there. Still, there was quite a racket going on in the stairs. Utaho thought she'd just let them be, but there was the possibility that they'd be some kind of weakling trying to escape his bully. So, Utaho, as Utaho was turning around a corner, he saw the guy that was probably making all the racket, about to collide against another guy. That was... Akiko, the StuCo prez. Utaho turned to see behind the shortie and saw that his pursuer was, in fact, Kurisa. Then, he was up for some ass whooping, and she could use school regulations as an excuse. Perfect.

"You want a fight or what, damn brat!? This ain't a middle school for you to run in, stupid!" She shouted at him, seemingly really angry at him while she approached the pair. She was just about ready to beat the hell out of him, and there were plenty of 'gentlemen' that weren't about to hit women, and that would just pissed her off more. Utaho's lackeys laughed behind her. She also heard Kurisa approaching them as well. "Yo, Kurisa. Did this punk also piss you off? We can torture him for a while in that case." She took the boy by his shirt, lifting him up.

"Uta-chan, the prez is watching you! You might get suspended again!" One of the girls said, between giggles. They seemed to be having the time of their lives, seeing Utaho so pissed against someone.

"Do I look like I give a damn?! This guy is getting fucked up. I hope you don't mind, prez. Getting some justice on my own hands." She said, her eyes narrowing over Shoske. How come she missed such a little, and easy target to bully in the school? It just seemed odd, no matter what grade he was in. Perhaps it was the rowdy face.

As he was minding his own business, the oldest of the twins came over to him and knocked his can of mountain dew away, just so that it barely went off the edge. He was then told that he had detention and that he had to go back to class. Aki simply sighed as he shut off his console and put it in his backpack. Standing up he began walking, but not to the exit that is. He walked over to his can of mountain dew, picking it up and drinking the rest of it before tossing it in the disposal bin from about ten or more feet away. "Three points." He spoke to himself.

As he sat down near the guard rails he heard the sister speak up, which made him smile. "Yeah Kurogane senpai. Sit down and eat, besides you should yell at my teacher for not making an effort to find me or really teach me. Or must you beat me up, so you can look like a tough big brother for your sister?" Aki asked tilting his head a bit. He slightly braced himself for being hit, but no way was he going back to math class.

Mei stood up and began to search the nurse's office for one last thing before she was gong to head back to class. The nurse always had lollipops or some other type of candy. And, well, what kind of person would Mi be if she didn't look for the treat. She would only take one when she found them, but an occasional sweet every now and then wasn't bad. So if Mi wanted to pamper herself a bit she was fine with it.

When Mi found the candy she grabbed a single lollipop and unwrapped it. She stuck it in her mouth before walking out of the nurse's office.

This guy was really asking for it.

The anger that Kurogane constantly kept inside of his body, taut, like a chain wrapped around a struggling dragon, began to jerk and convulse; the tell-tale sign that he was about to rip a douchebag a new one. His bokken's hilt, leathered and glinting, suddenly appeared leaning outside of his bag, and Kurogane gripped it until his knuckles popped. In a flash, it was slicing through the air, an audible 'whistle' hissing from the pure power that the drawing of the wooden blade merited. He completely disregarded the boy's words, instead, moving forward in deliberate, slow steps, eyes shadowed by his hair as he got ready to throw the boy off the roof, leap down, and finish him off there; even he didn't want his sister to see what was about to happen to trash...The last word was murmured audibly, Kurogane not even noticing.

In a blur, he was in front of the boy, bokken pressed against the boy's forehead...and then his stomach grumbled. Inspite of himself - despite the fiery crimson aura raging about his form, Kurogane's cheeks reddened slightly, and his scowl turned down-right murderous. With a dismissive snort, he abruptly turned around, a lock of crimson hair slapping against Aki's cheek with an audible 'SWAP' that would certainly leave a red mark for a while. Sitting down beside his sister, Kurogane sighed and leaned back, tension leaving his form as he grabbed an apple slice and tossed it into his mouth.

Obviously, his hunger was more important, and the trash, Aki, was no longer in his brain. The boy was nothing more than garbage to the cold young man now.

Rekt. Megumi had saw the little sassy gesture her brother did with his incredibly long hair. She snickered behind her sandwich and turned her head, as if waving the upperclassman off. If he had wanted to get out of class so badly, why didn't he drop out of high school and live in recluse for the rest of his life? She had remembered a student complaining about school, their phrase going somewhat like: "I hate school, I'm still going to go though." It was a difficult concept to understand... Why would you still attempt to participate in something you find appalling and gruesome?

She nibbled bit by bit at her sandwich, eating her lunch slowly so she could savor the taste of her hard work. It had indeed paid off, and thankfully her sibling would enjoy as well. "What are we going to do after school?" She asked. Today was one of the days where they wouldn't duel at the dojo, her father being quite generous by giving them a day off to spend at their leisure. If it weren't for Megumi's charming nature towards their guardian, they might rest the night away with bruises.

As the enraged Kurogane charged at Aki, with a bokken at that. Aki stood firmly where he was, even if Kurogane was important, no way he could get murder written off his records so easily. Yet at the last second he stopped when his stomach growled, and instead of a bokken he just got hair slapped which made Aki chuckle as he rubbed his cheek a bit. Man had some thick hair, so with Aki now being ignored by the twins he walked back over to his backpack and sighed as he sat down. Reaching in he took out a bag of jerky bacon jerky at that, taking out a piece and tossing it in his mouth savoring the taste before swallowing it.

Looking over at the twins he couldn't help but grumble. "Freaking hypocrites, getting free reign to not even attend class, all because of some family power. Yet I get yelled at when I skip. Freaking bullshit." Aki muttered to himself, not intending to be overheard but could care less if they did hear him. He pulled out another piece of bacon jerky and bite off a piece of it as he looked over the railing of the school to the city landscape.

What would they do after school? Unknown to everyone, Kurogane actually had fun with his sister. Most saw him as a cold-hearted, emotionless, and intimidating Disciplinarian, but once around those close to him, he actually spoke, had fun, and generally enjoyed life; although, to a significantly more calmer degree than most students at this school. So...plans for after-school. It would have to be..."There's a fair coming to town." He smirked, reaching forward and grabbing a triangular sandwich - only ham and cheese, without crust. Perfect. "We can go there. Should be something interesting to check out." Kurogane took a small bite out of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully as he waited for his sister to swallow her food and respond. Dully, he heard the trash say something about them being hypocrites, and not having to attend classes because of 'family power'. Instead of responding heatedly, Kurogane merely rose an eyebrow, his smirk lengthening. If only garbage could see what went on behind closed doors. Instead, he'll just murmur something that would hopefully drive the boy away. "Not family power. We're just genuinely better then you."

It was almost the end of lunch period, and Yukito was feeling somewhat depressed. "Awesome, now I have no more friends..." he said, kinda bummed with the situation. It didn't take long for the other students in Class 1-A to get back, and for some reason it felt like lunch was short. "And I thought time flied by when you were having FUN..." The raven-haired boy frowned, before cleaning up any scraps of food that he may have left on the windowsill or floor. As the students entered the classroom through the two open doors, Yukito's group left for the gym. "Great, now I have P.E." Things weren't going his way, and that wasn't an assumption. Was school supposed to be this bad, or was it just his day? As the 3-8 students filed down the halls in single file, none of them talked to each other. It was as silent as a peaceful morning. But that was suddenly broken as they passed the stairs up, to the rooftop. Apparently it was a few of the upperclassmen, who the freshmen probably shouldn't mess with.

When Yukito reached the gym after maybe two minutes, it was almost empty, and the only ones in the gym were the P.E teacher and the remaining students for the late lunch. "All right kids. Time to get moving, start with your normal warm-ups." Yup. Another boring day, doing warm-ups, a variety of stretches and upper body exercises. About 5 minutes in, Yukito was already sweating. He just couldn't keep up with the more athletic people in his group. "Ha! Amamiya, you getting tired?!" One of the lower students perhaps? He definitely didn't seem like someone Yukito would notice, and he tried his best not to do so. But despite that status, a few of the girls giggled at the insult. Some people...

"Hm, sounds fun." She replied. The girl looked over and stared at the upperclassman whom had so decided to mock them for their wealth. Megumi hadn't said a word at all to the young boy, in fact she just simply stared at him with those cold eyes of hers. She maybe blinked once or twice, however it was slow and catlike. Though her staring could be found rather odd, she was just examining him and his manner of behavior.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Megumi finally asked, her tone more assertive than curious. Actually... Why hasn't he left? Did detention not bother him? She had wanted to push her boundaries and ask why he isn't dropping out, but decided that it wasn't worth her time and patience to do so.

The red haired girl averted her gaze and settled it onto her emptying lunch box, her brother having finally dug a hole in it. Megumi leaned back and placed her hands behind her back for support, letting out a small sigh as the wind blew lightly. It was surprisingly calm, at least that was what she had thought.