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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF IMPLIED SEXUAL ASSAULT, TRAUMA AND ABUSE. PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE TOPICS
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《■ First Period, 8:12 A. M■》
"S-see you next period!" Tsumiki waved to Akamatsu, before she turned to the wooden door and pushed it open. She expected to find that same, bold and yet normal desk to be empty.
She sighed, walking past the desk when something caught her eye. She looked right back, finding the compass sitting in the desk, a bright and wide smile from ear to ear shining
"Ishimaru!? You're back!?"
"Oh, hello Mikan! I was just out since I had a fever, and I didn't want to spread anything to my fellow classmates!" The moral compass explained, quickly lifting his bandaged hand to rub his eye...which strangely enough when the eye was rubbed it revealed what looked to be a bruise..but it wasn't that noticeable.
"But did you go to the pharmacy? Why didn't you come back to the dorms?" Mikan asked, looking over to Mondo, who was fast asleep in his desk.
"I did indeed go to the pharmacy, but I needed to visit my father because..he was sick and I guess I got sick overnight! No need to worry! I took medication so I can make it to class today!"
Hesitantly, Taka smiled, although I wasn't his usual 'i jUsT gOt aN A fOr tHe ThIrtEeNtH TiMe iN a ROw!', it was more of a cry for help, 'I just shit' my pants and I feel it running down my legs, it was a lot more desperate and even serious like, 'I think am being followed by the yakuza and probably will get killed soon'
"O-okay, but do you need me to check you up? Who kn-knows if you are still sick!" Tsumiki quickly put her palm on Kiyotakas forehead, it was warm but soon it turned cold
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"Just hold your ass still or else you'll get this up in your asshole instead!"
SMACK
"I'm sorry! I'll keep still!" The stinging pain present from this man's hand slapped me on my rear, it hurts every time these people touch me, even a small touch on my hands makes me shake with fear
"You better! Ay, Isaiah, come get this f-g to shut his slutty mouth up before I shove a gun down there" that same pain that I felt last night...did he put it in?
I need to escape here whenever I find a chance
You should kick his ass right now instead of letting this middle aged bitch use your body like he's using lotion every night!
No, I don't want to risk getting killed. I can't let my father spend the rest of his life in debt without someone to help him
Fine, let yourself get raped for the sixth time today, alone.
I have a plan for if I survive, just stay in and I'll stay here with you until they're finished with me for now
Fuckin pushover, fine, do it yourself way Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes
"Fuck, this guy is tighter than the last one. How ya doing, Isaiah? "
"He's a stubborn bitch! Open your mouth you fucking r-tard!"
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"NO NEED TO DO THAT! Please get your hands off of me" Ishimaru snapped back, unknowingly slapping the nurses hand away from his forehead
"Eek! I'm sorry! Please forgive me- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"
"YOU DEGENERATE! How dare you lay a hand on a girl, nonetheless someone that you call yourself a 'friend!' Are you alright, Tsumiki!?" Chabashira ran over and slapped Taka across the face, causing another red mark to stain on his left cheek.
"Ah! My apologies! I never meant to hit you, nonetheless a fellow peer of me-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Don't you buffoons see that I am trying to enjoy my morning tea! I don't need any shit stains ruining this!" That heavily accented voice disappeared and snapped at the three kids, sending shivers down everyone's spine at this point- even Mr. Shinobiyoru's!
"My apologies Celeste, but you shouldn't use such language in an educational environment! "
"Everybody take your seats, class has begun!"
"Really Mr. Shinobiyoru!? " Mondo muttered up his breath
Where did Taka even come from? Is this the same man that we know? What happened to him!? Why did he go, did he even have a choice to go!? My brain's a fucking mess just thinking of this all!
Do the others suspect of my disappearance? I know Tsumiki has, but hopefully Mondo is intellectually cursed to the point he doesn't even notice me...but why does that feel bad? Guilt? Why do I want him to worry about me- he's just a schoolmate that can't even send in his homework on time! I need to pay attention since we have a test on Wednesday!
--《■ Sixth Period, 11: 53 A. M■》--
"Hey! Songbird! Pecan! Over here!" The clairvoyant sat down in his seat eagerly, waving his free arm around as if he were on a Rollercoaster in Six Flags or something
"Hey Hiro!" Maizono smiled, plopping her unnoticeably plump tooshie on the soft, wooden bench. "What's up?"
"H-hi Hagakure.." Mikan gently sat herself next to the pop star, giving a small wave with her bandaged hands. "I-I have something to tell you guys.." she lowered her head, her tone changed slightly and get so drastically when it came to the 'something'
"Yeah, what's wrong? " Maizono asked, she easily noticed the change of tone, even if it was more subtle if you knew the nurse personally as a friend
"Huh? You okay?" Yasuhiro gently set his tarot cards on the table, it was the Nine of Swords, facing towards Mikan where she can see the woman who held her face in her hands clearly
"Hm? Wh-what's this?" Mikan asked, pointing to the card
"Oh, it's a tarot card, I don't think that this will affect you since it's revers-" he looked down at the card, his eyes widened with fear and an unlimited amount of regret "-sed...It's upright.." He whispered, quickly picking up the card and stuffing it in his messy backpack
"Is the meaning b-bad!?"
"No...it's not depending on how you view the card when first placed down.." Maizono informed.
"Huh?"
"I have a lot of tarot cards in my dorm, but what was it that you wanted to tell us?"
"Oh uh...well..." Mikan froze, a frog stuck deep down in her throat
Why am I getting nervous about this? I didn't plan on telling anyone anytime soon, nonetheless expected Taka to be back so quickly! Not that I'm not happy but-
"Earth to Mikan, you okay?" Hagakure waved his face in front of the statue, snapping her back to reality with one clap in her face
"Ah! Oh, I'm sorry! J-just spaced out..what I was trying to say was that..okay it's about I-Ishimaru.."
"Do you have any new info on him?" Maizono asked without hesitation, scaring Hagakure for a rather long split second
"What about him?"
"Not necessarily new information about him...but I-I saw him in homeroom class. I have Mr. Shinobiyoru, I expected t-to not see him at all but I found him in his desk, better than ever physically!" The pale translucent girl exclaimed, her voice and quivering made her seem more horrified than glad
"He's back!?" Hiro gasped. "Was he in his uniform!?"
"He was.."
"I didn't even see Taka when I woke up! How did he even get fresh clothes if they're only in the dorms!?"
"This is crazy, I don't know if I believe you.." Sayaka began to sweat small droplets on her soft palms. "I...I don't know- I just- I can't explain what I think right now because it's all so tangled up! I'm so confused- I can't even think straight!"
"P-please calm down Maizono! Don't stress yourself out too much!" Tsumiki rubbed the singers back in a circular motion
"Does anyone else know about this?" Sayaka looked up to Mikan with a distressed look on her face, it was hard hard believe that this girl was relieved that Taka was somehow 'found' and seemed to be in good shape, nonetheless his rather strict and organized self
"I don't know, but I know that Mondo kn-knows about this since we all share the same t-teacher for homeroom."
"I have no words for this..." Hagakure held his head in his hands, sighing roughly like a 40-year-old that was going through their fifth mid life crisis (HISMOM)
"Its okay Hiro...just..." Maizono awkwardly patted the clairvoyant shoulder in an attempt to at least comfort the distraught himbo
The room may have been warm to everyone else since the heater was on, the snow continued to sweep around outside. However, the warmth would grow disgustingly cold and yet so terrifying for the three teens, who just sat with silence and distraught screaming louder than their own voices