Yoshimitsu
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Very tentative title. Anyway, yeah. I really struggle keeping to stories, but whatever. The bits in italics with speech marks are out of canon-speech. The character which the chapter revolves around is speaking directly to you, the reader.
Chapter One - Sebastian
"Hiya. My name's Sebastian. I'm a teenager, still in school. Well, college. It's basically the same thing, so who cares? Except, it's not your typical school. They call it a school for 'special individuals', which is a cover for 'clinically disturbed or dangerous'. In some cases, even that's a cover, but I wont go into that. Anyway, it wasn't always what it looked like on the surface."
It was a pain first thing in the morning. Every single morning at six on the dot, the alarm sounded. The alarm that everyone had taken to mean 'get your ass out of bed or it's twenty laps around the campus'. No matter who you were, you got up on the bell and got dressed as quickly as possible. Any laggers were spotted, chewed out and made to run around the campus with no breaks. Any laggers running would be given an extra five laps. Only the newcomers to the school were late now. Everyone had been trained to wake up, get dressed and make their way to morning registration. The same routine, every day. Even the weekends, they were forced to rise before any sane person despite being allowed to do as they pleased for the rest of the day.
Sebastian groaned and rolled over, willing time to move backwards so that he could have an extra hour in bed. No such luck, so he dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the bathroom in his room. Every room was equipped with a small bathroom, toilet, sink and shower. Sebastian turned the water on in the shower, cold as always, and stepped under the jet. Most people just brushed their teeth and hair before leaving their room, but Sebastian was not most people. The cold water woke him up better than a cup of coffee would, and he preferred feeling clean all day. Stepping out of the shower, he shook his blonde and black hair and glanced around for a towel.
Five minutes later, he stood with his group for registration in the courtyard of the dismal place. In this place, the sun never shone. Sebastian glanced up at the bleak, grey sky. There was barely any life growing around the campus, and what little life there was had given up. Dry, brown grass and trees devoid of any leaves. Even the weeds had no desire to live. Sebastian stood obediently in the line and answered his name like everyone else. As per usual, the headmaster spoke briefly but Sebasian tuned him out. They were given half an hour before lessons start. With no hesitation, he sought out his friends within the school.
It was rare for people within the school to form friendships, so Sebastian considered himself and his friends slightly above the rest of the students. The student body was made up of mostly parole offenders or violent teenagers with the odd mental case thrown in. Sebastian and his friends were among the select few that could be civil to each other.
"Well, it was difficult to get lasting friendships. It was mostly just talking to people out of convenience. You never knew whether someone was gonna stab you in the back, or whether they were just using you or whatever. Some people managed it, there was this couple who rarely stayed away from each other. Just goes to show that love conquers all or whatever. Me and my friends though, we were special. We stuck together."
"Hey guys," Sebastian greeted the group, two girls and a guy. They all nodded in response, the guy fist-bumping Sebastian.
"Were you listening to the head?" Charli, one of the girls asked. She had bubblegum-pink hair, a heart-shaped face and constantly perfect make-up.
"Do I ever listen to the head?" Sebastian replied. The other male laughed at this.
"It might have been worth it this time," Dave, the boy commented. He had a buzz cut and a severe chin, giving him the impression of a thug.
"Yeah, there's a few new students this semester," Rachel, the other girl added. She had short black hair that she mussed up often, giving her what she described as a 'edgy, sexy look'.
"New students, eh?" Sebastian asked. "Wonder what they're here for."
"If they're like most people, they wont share their backstories," Charli replied. Dave nodded in agreement.
"Did you get a look at them, though? That blue haired one is hot and the dark haired one has this whole edgy, hardcore look," Rachel chipped in, excitement in her voice. Sebastian grinned a little. No matter what, Rachel always had some of her wants first. He wondered silently how long it would take her to bed these two boys.
"The girl looks nerdy. She doesn't look capable of breaking any laws," Dave added. Despite his outward appearence, Sebastian knew he was one of the more thoughtful students. His imposing, six foot five well built physique scared most people away but Sebastian sought Dave out if he had anything on his mind.
"Maybe she's an arsonist," Charli replied. "You don't have to look threatening to burn down a building." Charli considered everything. She was the planner of the school, she always came up with the best schemes to acheive everything. Sebastian enlisted her help when he decided the weekly social event was abysmal and needed an after-party.
Sebastian looked across at the three individuals. He had to agree with Dave on the girl. Her large round glasses framed an oval face, and her posture was very introverted with her shoulders hunched and hands clasped in front of her. As per the dress code she was wearing all black but it was a neat dress, unlike some of the scruffs that most students wore.
The dark haired one was an enigma. His hair looked black to Sebastian, though he considered that everyone's hair looked a few shades darker in the dysmal surroundings. His eyes were dark and slightly bloodshot. Sebastian assumed a stoner.
The blue haired one looked a bit like an anarchist, he decided. His body was lithe and built like a gymnast, but his t-shirt with torn off sleeves and his worn and ragged jeans said that he was more physical than just gymnastics. He caught Sebastian's eye and grinned.
Then he flipped him off.
Sebastian smirked back and shook his hand in a 'tosser' motion.
"Look who's already making friends," Charli commented slyly, watching the exchange. Sebastian stuck his tongue out at her, making her giggle.
"The funny thing is, those three were way more influential than we thought. Not in a social way, but 'cause they managed to change everything. They never meant to, it was just kind of... the side effects. Or aftershocks, however you wanna look at it."
"Betcha they are friends in a few weeks," Dave said to Charli in a stage whisper. Sebastian punched Dave lightly in the shoulder.
"If you are you have got to give me his room number," Rachel demanded excitedly. Sebastian just rolled his eyes at her.
"Yeah, right, and you guys aren't convicted criminals," Sebastian joked, earning a playful slap on the back of the head from Dave.
Unfortunately, that was when the alarm sounded for first lesson. Sebastian rubbed his temples, wondering why they couldn't just install a bell like normal schools as he made his way to his first lesson. Calling them lessons was a joke. They had teachers who all specialized in their subjects, but there was no one who even bothered to pay attention in classes any more. Sebastian contented himself with doodling for hours at a time and he knew for a fact that Rachel folded paper into shapes he didn't even think possible. Part way through a lecture in History, an intricate paper aeroplane flew to his desk. After a few minutes of trying to unfold the paper without tearing it, he finally got to the message inside.
Turn around, that blue haired guy's sat behind you. Get his room number for me!
-R
Sebastian grinned and mouthed 'fuck off' to Rachel, mouthed 'dickhead' back to him. She immediately got started on another note. Sebastian knew already that he'd be receiving notes the entire lesson until he relented and asked the blue haired guy what his room number was. Instead of replying to any of the messages, Sebastian started doodling again and ignored the next three planes that came his way. The next one nearly hit him in the eye. Rachel had perfect aim, so he knew this one was important. Or, at least, important in Rachel's mind.
Oi, fucktard, stop ignoring me. Seriously, get his room number! Or at least invite him to the social tonight. Well, the after-social. Then I can get his number myself! I'll hit your eye next time if you don't turn around and ask him right now
-R
Sebastian sighed and tore a spare sheet of paper out of his notepad. He scribbled a hasty note inviting the blue haired teenager if he wanted to come to the after party, specifying that is that Rachel who wanted him there and demanded that he ask. Without bothering to look, he threw the note over his shoulder. Seconds later, it came back to him.
Sure, why not? Thanks for the invite. The name's Yoshimitsu, by the way
"This is kind of where everything started. For a newcomer, this Yoshimitsu guy was too well-adjusted. I thought at first that he'd been here before and he broke parole or something, but no one could figure out his backstory. Not at first, anyway."
Chapter One - Sebastian
"Hiya. My name's Sebastian. I'm a teenager, still in school. Well, college. It's basically the same thing, so who cares? Except, it's not your typical school. They call it a school for 'special individuals', which is a cover for 'clinically disturbed or dangerous'. In some cases, even that's a cover, but I wont go into that. Anyway, it wasn't always what it looked like on the surface."
It was a pain first thing in the morning. Every single morning at six on the dot, the alarm sounded. The alarm that everyone had taken to mean 'get your ass out of bed or it's twenty laps around the campus'. No matter who you were, you got up on the bell and got dressed as quickly as possible. Any laggers were spotted, chewed out and made to run around the campus with no breaks. Any laggers running would be given an extra five laps. Only the newcomers to the school were late now. Everyone had been trained to wake up, get dressed and make their way to morning registration. The same routine, every day. Even the weekends, they were forced to rise before any sane person despite being allowed to do as they pleased for the rest of the day.
Sebastian groaned and rolled over, willing time to move backwards so that he could have an extra hour in bed. No such luck, so he dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the bathroom in his room. Every room was equipped with a small bathroom, toilet, sink and shower. Sebastian turned the water on in the shower, cold as always, and stepped under the jet. Most people just brushed their teeth and hair before leaving their room, but Sebastian was not most people. The cold water woke him up better than a cup of coffee would, and he preferred feeling clean all day. Stepping out of the shower, he shook his blonde and black hair and glanced around for a towel.
Five minutes later, he stood with his group for registration in the courtyard of the dismal place. In this place, the sun never shone. Sebastian glanced up at the bleak, grey sky. There was barely any life growing around the campus, and what little life there was had given up. Dry, brown grass and trees devoid of any leaves. Even the weeds had no desire to live. Sebastian stood obediently in the line and answered his name like everyone else. As per usual, the headmaster spoke briefly but Sebasian tuned him out. They were given half an hour before lessons start. With no hesitation, he sought out his friends within the school.
It was rare for people within the school to form friendships, so Sebastian considered himself and his friends slightly above the rest of the students. The student body was made up of mostly parole offenders or violent teenagers with the odd mental case thrown in. Sebastian and his friends were among the select few that could be civil to each other.
"Well, it was difficult to get lasting friendships. It was mostly just talking to people out of convenience. You never knew whether someone was gonna stab you in the back, or whether they were just using you or whatever. Some people managed it, there was this couple who rarely stayed away from each other. Just goes to show that love conquers all or whatever. Me and my friends though, we were special. We stuck together."
"Hey guys," Sebastian greeted the group, two girls and a guy. They all nodded in response, the guy fist-bumping Sebastian.
"Were you listening to the head?" Charli, one of the girls asked. She had bubblegum-pink hair, a heart-shaped face and constantly perfect make-up.
"Do I ever listen to the head?" Sebastian replied. The other male laughed at this.
"It might have been worth it this time," Dave, the boy commented. He had a buzz cut and a severe chin, giving him the impression of a thug.
"Yeah, there's a few new students this semester," Rachel, the other girl added. She had short black hair that she mussed up often, giving her what she described as a 'edgy, sexy look'.
"New students, eh?" Sebastian asked. "Wonder what they're here for."
"If they're like most people, they wont share their backstories," Charli replied. Dave nodded in agreement.
"Did you get a look at them, though? That blue haired one is hot and the dark haired one has this whole edgy, hardcore look," Rachel chipped in, excitement in her voice. Sebastian grinned a little. No matter what, Rachel always had some of her wants first. He wondered silently how long it would take her to bed these two boys.
"The girl looks nerdy. She doesn't look capable of breaking any laws," Dave added. Despite his outward appearence, Sebastian knew he was one of the more thoughtful students. His imposing, six foot five well built physique scared most people away but Sebastian sought Dave out if he had anything on his mind.
"Maybe she's an arsonist," Charli replied. "You don't have to look threatening to burn down a building." Charli considered everything. She was the planner of the school, she always came up with the best schemes to acheive everything. Sebastian enlisted her help when he decided the weekly social event was abysmal and needed an after-party.
Sebastian looked across at the three individuals. He had to agree with Dave on the girl. Her large round glasses framed an oval face, and her posture was very introverted with her shoulders hunched and hands clasped in front of her. As per the dress code she was wearing all black but it was a neat dress, unlike some of the scruffs that most students wore.
The dark haired one was an enigma. His hair looked black to Sebastian, though he considered that everyone's hair looked a few shades darker in the dysmal surroundings. His eyes were dark and slightly bloodshot. Sebastian assumed a stoner.
The blue haired one looked a bit like an anarchist, he decided. His body was lithe and built like a gymnast, but his t-shirt with torn off sleeves and his worn and ragged jeans said that he was more physical than just gymnastics. He caught Sebastian's eye and grinned.
Then he flipped him off.
Sebastian smirked back and shook his hand in a 'tosser' motion.
"Look who's already making friends," Charli commented slyly, watching the exchange. Sebastian stuck his tongue out at her, making her giggle.
"The funny thing is, those three were way more influential than we thought. Not in a social way, but 'cause they managed to change everything. They never meant to, it was just kind of... the side effects. Or aftershocks, however you wanna look at it."
"Betcha they are friends in a few weeks," Dave said to Charli in a stage whisper. Sebastian punched Dave lightly in the shoulder.
"If you are you have got to give me his room number," Rachel demanded excitedly. Sebastian just rolled his eyes at her.
"Yeah, right, and you guys aren't convicted criminals," Sebastian joked, earning a playful slap on the back of the head from Dave.
Unfortunately, that was when the alarm sounded for first lesson. Sebastian rubbed his temples, wondering why they couldn't just install a bell like normal schools as he made his way to his first lesson. Calling them lessons was a joke. They had teachers who all specialized in their subjects, but there was no one who even bothered to pay attention in classes any more. Sebastian contented himself with doodling for hours at a time and he knew for a fact that Rachel folded paper into shapes he didn't even think possible. Part way through a lecture in History, an intricate paper aeroplane flew to his desk. After a few minutes of trying to unfold the paper without tearing it, he finally got to the message inside.
Turn around, that blue haired guy's sat behind you. Get his room number for me!
-R
Sebastian grinned and mouthed 'fuck off' to Rachel, mouthed 'dickhead' back to him. She immediately got started on another note. Sebastian knew already that he'd be receiving notes the entire lesson until he relented and asked the blue haired guy what his room number was. Instead of replying to any of the messages, Sebastian started doodling again and ignored the next three planes that came his way. The next one nearly hit him in the eye. Rachel had perfect aim, so he knew this one was important. Or, at least, important in Rachel's mind.
Oi, fucktard, stop ignoring me. Seriously, get his room number! Or at least invite him to the social tonight. Well, the after-social. Then I can get his number myself! I'll hit your eye next time if you don't turn around and ask him right now
-R
Sebastian sighed and tore a spare sheet of paper out of his notepad. He scribbled a hasty note inviting the blue haired teenager if he wanted to come to the after party, specifying that is that Rachel who wanted him there and demanded that he ask. Without bothering to look, he threw the note over his shoulder. Seconds later, it came back to him.
Sure, why not? Thanks for the invite. The name's Yoshimitsu, by the way
"This is kind of where everything started. For a newcomer, this Yoshimitsu guy was too well-adjusted. I thought at first that he'd been here before and he broke parole or something, but no one could figure out his backstory. Not at first, anyway."
