Nothing to say, folks? Okay then, how about this little tidbit - slated for 'Season 2' or rather, 'Second Semester'...
Quote:I glanced sharply at the boys in question. "She can hear you ass holes, you know?"So, tell me how utterly fucking insane I am.
The girl flinched and the boys all gaped at me in shock.
"Hoi, who the hell do you-"
"IDIOT!" snapped one of the other boys as he grabbed his friend's arm. "Don't you know who that is? That Ezekiel-fucking-Darkwood from Class 1-C! Even if he doesn't rip our throats out, then his girlfriends will do the same for him!"
"Yeah," I agreed. "I like to come to places like this so I can have a bit of my own life to myself. No hassles. No girlfriends. No monsters trying to end the goddamn world. Just me enjoying a nice hamburger and fries, nice and quietly. Except ass holes like you gotta come up here and make fun of this poor girl. And that is just plain unconscionable to me." I then looked to the girl, who was staring at me with wide eyes and a horrible rictus of duck-lips frozen on her face and emitting a faint sound that vaguely resembled a tea kettle's whistle. There was something painfully familiar about this situation - memories of a hard-bitten childhood, ostracized and bullied...
"Come here. I want to help you."
Timidly, the girl jerkily stepped towards me and I had her sit down.
"Now, relax your face, please." The girl gave me a ridiculously wide-eyed look and began to hyperventilate. Before she could pass out, I reached over and held her nose. "Alright. Instead, how about some slow and deep breaths first?"
The girl nodded shakily and got her breathing under control once I let go of her nose. Fortunately, this meant that her face actually relaxed and I could actually get a look at her. Surprisingly enough, she seemed like she was actually pretty cute, if not for the hideous bags under her eyes. I quickly scanned the other girls present and singled out the one that was wearing the most makeup.
"You there, sister. Let me borrow your makeup kit."
Startled into surprise by my sudden request, the girl nervelessly got out the box of makeup she had - which was, as I suspected, an impressive array - and handed it to me with limp-wristed hands.
"Now, hold still while I do this. It's gonna tickle a little, but not too bad."
The girl held still for me, and after a moment one of the girls got up the courage to ask, "Excuse me, Darkwood-san? How do you know how to do this?"
I sighed at that and looked to the girl that asked. She had an earnestly curious look on her face, so I decided to answer as I continued to apply makeup.
"Bullies back in America don't care much about whether or not they leave marks," I said. "And that can be even more troublesome when your home-life is already precarious. Sometimes social services gets the wrong idea about your situation and they think that maybe your guardians are abusing or neglecting you. When I was younger we'd already had one close call. It was bad enough I lost my parents. I didn't want to lose what little family I had left. And so, I learned to cover up the bruises on my face with make up." I then finished up with the girl's face, and then held up a mirror
The girl across from me gasped sharply in surprise. "I'm... pretty!?"
I nodded. "You always were. You just needed a little help. Eye shadow and eye liner to help blend out those bags under your eyes, and a few other touches to help bring out the best features of your face. I know of a nice cosmetics shop where you can get a good deal, and I can show you how to apply the makeup."
"But.... why?" she asked faintly as she stared at me with worry and trepidation.
"Because, like I was saying... once upon a time, I was just like you. What is your name?"
"To.... Tomoko... Tomoko ku-Kuroki"