Dissociative Identity Ayanokouji

Chapter 1: First Introduction

Ayanokouji was staring out his window as the bus is moving. The landscape is quickly changing due to the speed of the bus and the morning sun is shining beautifully. Ayanokouji heard someone sitting down next to him, taking the aisle seat. Ayanokouji glanced at the person with the corner of eyes. It was a beautiful long black-haired girl with red eyes. She tied a braid one side with a pink bow and reading a book, Crime and Punishment. The girl seems to have an aura of superiority and solitude. She reminded Ayanokouji of himself: a loner. She was also wearing the same uniform as Ayanokouji.

Looks like she didn't noticed me looking at her.

Hornikouji: My ability to look at women without them noticing is too good for any mere women to detect.

Annoyingkouji: What the fuck?!? Hello policemen!!!! We have a degenerate here!

Masterpiecekouji: Crime and Punishment. That's a good book to read.

Ayanokouji focused his attention back to the window and enjoyed the peaceful morning. The bus begin filling up with more people. Most of them were students wearing the same uniform as Ayanokouji.

"Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer up your seat?"

Ayanokouji's eyes, which were about to close, snapped back open. A young, well-built blond man of high school age had sat down in one of the priority seats. The elderly woman stood right next to him, and another woman stood beside her. This second, younger lady appeared to be an office worker.

Normalkouji: So much for peace and quiet...

"Hey, you there. Can't you see that this elderly woman is having trouble?" the office lady said.

She seemed to want the young man to offer up his seat. Her voice carried quite well throughout the quiet bus, attracting several people's attention.

"That's a really crazy question, lady," the boy said.

Ayanokouji wondered whether the boy was angry, unobservant, or just painfully honest. In any case, he grinned broadly and crossed his legs. "Why should I offer up my seat? There's no reason for me to do so."

"You're sitting in a priority seat. It's natural to offer up those seats to the elderly."

"I don't understand. Priority seats are just that: priority seats. I have no legal obligation to move. Since I'm currently occupying this seat, I should be the one who determines whether or not I move. Am I supposed to give up my seat just because I'm young? Ha! That reasoning is nonsense."

He didn't speak like a normal high school student. His hair was dyed blond, which made him stand out.

"I'm a healthy young person who certainly wouldn't find standing inconvenient. However, I'd obviously expend more energy by standing than I would by sitting. I have no intention of doing such a pointless thing. Or are you suggesting I should act a bit livelier, I wonder?"

"Wh-what kind of attitude is that to take with your superiors?" she demanded.

"Superiors? Well, it's obvious that both you and the old woman there been alive longer than I have. There can be no doubt about that. However, the word 'superior' implies that you're referring to someone of a higher position. In addition, we have another problem. Even though our ages are different, wouldn't you agree that you have an impertinent attitude and are being
extremely rude?"

"Wha— You're a high schooler, aren't you?! You should be quiet and listen to what adults tell you!"

"It's f-fine, whatever..." the elderly woman mumbled.