Malice and Venom [P]

[Kharashi]

I slammed my face into my palm as Mr. Mikami rattled off the groups and their members. I was fine with projects--fine with huge grades. Hell, I was fine with people.

But some of these people . . . I thought to myself as I lifted my head to scan the room about me, looking over the faces I was so used to seeing day in and day out. Finally my eyes fell upon the whiteboard at the head of the room as our instructor gave the names of those in my group.

"Aspel and . . . Jin. The only group of two. Alright everyone, you have your instructions--get to work."

My gray optics fdevioused to the back of the room; to my "ally" in our very important academic endeavor. A hover board? With this kid? Great. Just lovely. I couldn't really imagine Jin working too hard on any project, regardless of its importance. Still, there were worse partners . . . I suppose.

I slowly lifted myself from my desk with a heavy sigh and trudged back towards my partner. I took my place in the desk in front of him and turned back to face him with the back of the chair between my legs. I bent down to my bag and flipped out a massive binder, which I set in my lap and opened carefully. As I packed some of the papers back into the places, I flipped through the various sheets until I came upon the instructions for this very important physics assignments. Setting it on Jin's desk before me, I closed the binder and set it on the ground beside me.

"Well . . ."

[Axcel]

FML.

It was the only thought that crossed my mind when the old geezer announced that we were doing a group project. I was in one of my ‘sit back and sleep in Physics class’ moods today. It was troublesome really, I tended to be in that mood everyday. Nonetheless, having one of my ‘peer’ hovering about expecting me to lend them aid in this assignment was going to be real enjoyable.

Making no effort to conceal my rude gesture, I would groan at the sound of students shuffling about making their way towards their group. I remained in my seat, tipping the chair back slightly not even bothering to scan the room for my assigned partner. If he cared about their grade, then they would come to me…and come to me he did. Donning the same Karakura High uniform as I, although I was certain he adorned it much more formally than I, the kid would take sit himself one seat in front of me.

“Well. . .”

He said shortly after shuffling through his notes. Well what? Was he expecting something out of me? He should’ve figured that the likeliness of him getting any help whatsoever on this assignment was zero the moment my name was announced as his partner.

“Well…” I started, a slight tone of sarcasm and hostility in my voice. “I suggest you get started.” I would say in a much more pleasant voice, yet still sounding like the asshole I was regardless of the tone. My eyes shut as my arms rested behind my head, my demeanor being nothing short of nonchalant.

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[Kharashi]

Tch.

I had seen this sort of response coming. I was afraid I grinned a bit as his rather condescending attitude fit perfectly with my predictions. I hoped that he hadn't intended on insulting me--it certainly wouldn't work. I wasn't one to think highly of myself--but I also wasn't one to think highly of uninspired idiots who refused to do anything, even when it effected others negatively, out of pure selfishness.

"Great. Then I won't have to worry about correcting any of the mistakes you'd likely make." My tone was one of pure glee as I spun from my backwards-facing position in favor of one which placed my legs in the aisle next to our desks. Snatching the paper from the desk, I began to scan it readily working out a plan in my head and deciding on what supplies I'd need.

As I bent down and rummaged through my bag once more, I retrieved a spiral notebook and flipped open to a fresh page to begin jotting down anything and everything I'd need.

Wood, enough to create a board large enough to support a human. Probably a leaf blower or two for--oh! My thoughts were interrupted and I turned to face my "partner".

"Jin was your name right? I have to be sure to give credit for your hard work." I dripped with sarcasm.

[Axcel]

Worrying about correcting my mistakes? His words stank of arrogance, but I would ignore them. He was surely one of those average kids, the ones who came to class did all their work, went home and did more work. He won’t be able to afford to be unsuccessful, or it might hurt his precious grades.

“Teruya Jin” It was all I would say, before spacing out of the never ending class.

I leaned back in my chair, both of my feet resting against the back two legs of Aspel’s chair. I tapped, and tapped, and tapped. It was an annoying rhytm to those whom might’ve been nearby to listen, but even more annoying for the kid sitting in front of me. As time (and my boredom) began to pass, my foot would be tapping against the legs of his chair more frequently. When the hell was that bell going to ring?

[Kharashi]

Oh? That was a rather boring response. Unfortunate, really. I was sure he was likely irritated, but he wouldn't show it, for some reason. Really, it seemed to go against his character, to me. I didn't figure he would be one to hold back any hostility he had. It wasn't as if he cared whether he got expelled or anything, anyways.

Regardless, I grinned a bit more and jotted down his name on the piece of paper before me. Regardless of his inactivity, he was a group member and therefore he would get "credit" for the work. The work that I did.

I gave a sigh as the tapping began, shaking my chair a bit, and I glanced over towards him without moving my head. Still, I wouldn't give in to his obviously child-like attempt to irritate me without being direct and insulting me. I turned in my chair, showing him my back, as I leaned over the desk and began jotting down a diagram of what the hoverboard would look like--measurements, scales, shapes, and--damnit, he started tapping faster. More annoyingly.

"Oi, stop with the tapping." I said, not turning to face him.

[Axcel]

“No”

A simple response, but I had made my point. I didn't care if my actions caused him any discomfort, so I continued to tap my foot against the leg of his chair.

[Kharashi]

Honestly?

I laughed. I laughed and I turned so that I was facing the aisle once more, and my laugh stopped as my glare fell on Jin. I set my foot against the leg of Jin's desk and pushed hard, so that it would scoot back and into him. There wasn't enough force to harm him, but enough to push him so that his legs couldn't reach my chair anymore.

"Seriously, asshole." I turned back to my work. Our work.

[Axcel]

"Cry...more."

Chuckling to myself a bit, I sinked down into my desk just a bit, giving more than enough reach to continue tapping my foot. This was more humorous than I thought it would be.

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[Kharashi]

"Tch." I turned without a word, grabbing the paper before me and sweeping my bag up. Heaving it over my shoulder, I dodged around the chairs and desks until I was back in my original seat, near the middle of the plethora of wood and steel desks. I didn't give him the satisfaction of a backward glance of frustration.

Plopping down into my seat, I bent over once more to continue working on the hoverboard.

[Axcel]

Heh, it looked like the kid was starting to get irritated. This was fun for me, I mean, I was intending on sleeping and all but how can I pass up a chance to get on the nerves of my fellow students? I couldn’t— so when he began to gather his things and stand up, I did a bit of plotting on my own. What to do, what to do… My thoughts wandered as a mischievous smirk appeared on my face.

Got it… Reaching into my bag I would pull out a straw and a notebook (surprise! I do own one!). Opening up the book I would bite out tiny bits of paper and spit them onto my desk, each one drenched in my saliva. Holding back laughter, I carefully placed a number of spit balls into the straw, my eyes would scan the room for my assigned partner. Found him… The smirk on my face grew even wider as I began to take my aim. Steadying my hand as one eye perched open, I blew into the straw and a paper ball of spit would soar through the classroom.

Bullseye! I thought to myself, as my had surely been perfect. The spitball, if struck as intended, would hit the back of Aspel’s neck. Yuck.

[Kharashi]

At first, I was naive enough to think I was going to be left alone to do my work and his work. I was bent over the desk, writing diligently so that both myself and my partner would be benefited by the grade.

Then I realized that I didn't know why I was even trying.

The back of my neck suddenly felt wet, and I could feel whatever substance had struck the back of my neck drip down my neck ever so slowly. I sat up straight with my mouth agape for a moment before I rose and struck my hand out towards my partner with my hand curled into a fist save for my middle finger. I then reached my hand around my neck and pulled the piece of dripping notebook paper from my skin, and let it fly towards Jin before I turned my back on him and made my way to grab a tissue. Due to the notebook paper having been drenched in saliva, it was heavier and therefore easy too throw--my shot was perfect, if he stayed still. Frankly, I didn't expect him too.

I used the tissue to wipe the remaining saliva from the back of my neck before I moved back to my seat, this time setting on my desk instead of my chair. My eyes focused on Jin, and I simply sat there, staring at him.

I was really, really tired of him.

[Axcel]

Another spitball would be blown out of the straw I held in my hands, this time not aimed at the kid but at what he threw. Surprisingly enough, my own spitball hit the one he had thrown without fail, and the two moist balls of paper would change their trajectory to fall downwards instead. I was just that awesome. True story.

A third ball would soar through the air, aiming at Aspel once more. I aimed to hit him in the face this time, and I’d continue to spit paperballs at him as long as he remained in this classroom. The laughs to be had with this was going to last me a long time.

[Kharashi]

I saw it all happening. It all came to be right before my eyes--my spitball falling, his damned cocky attitude. The next spitball soaring through the open air, laughing at me, insulting me.

Taunting me.

I let it hit my face. I sat there and stared at him for the next couple of moments, moving only to wipe the spit and paper from my face and throw it against the ground. This was beyond unreasonable anymore--I didn't understand why anyone would act this way. What was there really to gain by it? Nothing.

Smashing this damned kid's face in, though. There was plenty to gain from that.

I moved abruptly and without warning. Setting my hands on the desk that separated myself from Jin, I vaulted over, bringing my legs over the desk to my right. My left leg set against the floor as my right leg continued the movement in a half circle towards Jin to my left--my body pivoted as I did so in order to strike at Jin's ugly mug.

This was it--I didn't care anymore. I don't know why this kid infuriated me so much, but I wanted to badly to smash his face into the floor. This was the time.

[Axcel]

Ah, this is what he had been waiting for. The once calm and collected Aspel, having put up with Jin’s antics for too long, had finally lashed out in a rather violent manner. A handsome grin would cover the juvenile’s face as Aspel placed his hands onto a desk, making a movement towards Jin.

The slate eyed boy would move out of his desk, towards the left, as Aspel’s roundhouse set into motion. Appearing as if he were ducking, the back of Jin’s head would swoop underneath the leg of Aspel as he slipped out of his desk, his right leg making a sweeping motion attempting to knock the kid off his feet by using his own momentum against him.

Signs of a fight breaking out demanded the attention of all the surrounding students. Soon enough, the two boys’ would find themselves surrounded by a ill mannered, similarly dressed students whom chanted the words “Fight! Fight!” over and over, with the concern of their fellow student’s safety being the last thing on their mind. It was, although frowned upon, a typical reaction.

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[Kharashi]

I admit I didn't expect such a fast response. I had really hoped for the satisfaction of my foot in Jin's face, but it appeared he might be a better fighter than I had anticipated. He ducked beneath my attack and swept out the only foot I was standing on. It sounds far worse than it was, really.

I simply leaned forward and set my hands against the next desk in the row, so as my foot was swept up and into the air, I simply supported myself on my hands instead--my forward moving momentum allowed for most of my weight to be in motion and out over Jin instead of on my hands. I ended up behind Jin, who was in a low crouching position, and I turned rather fast--since my momentum was, after all, circular. I probably turned to face him before he really had a chance to recover fully from the sweep.

Either way, I was going to take this chance and hope that it was a good enough opening to attack. The chanting that rung through the air and about my head somehow didn't register in my mind--nothing really did except the fight, now. I had even forgotten about the instructor, and the possibility of punishment as a result of my actions. Not that I could imagine the instructor taking Jin's side over mine . . .

At any rate, I hoped for the best as I raised my leg up and brought it down hard, aiming to stomp into Jin's back.

[Axcel]

Oh? So this kid wasn’t nearly as incompetent as Jin had originally thought him to be. Nonetheless, he was nowhere near his level; at least, that is what he had been led to believe. He may have had an ego, and despite the general arrogant stigma that egotistical people carried, it was undeniable source of confidence…and having confidence is a key aspect in winning any battle.

As his leg swept Aspel’s feet off the ground and a lack of thud sound failed to transpire, Jin knew his attack hadn’t been as successful as intended. Knowing this, Jin’s leg would continue to sweep in a circular motion until he was facing the desk once more, his sweeping leg resting against the ground on it’s knee, with his other leg resting on its heel. Jin, crouched down, looked up to see Aspel’s leg crashing downwards.

Crossing his wrists over one another, both hands would catch Aspel by the foot as he came downwards, one hand on his heel and the other near the top of his foot. Quickly pulling his hands apart while using the strength in his arms to push out, Jin’s maneuver would certainly lead Aspel twirling into the air away from Jin. If he were successful in this, he would explode upwards from his crouching position and place his right foot (which was on its knee) onto the nearby chair which he one sat in and leap from it towards his opponent. With his right knee tucked in and his left leg soaring towards Aspel, the kid looked like a hoodlum mimicking Bruce Lee.

[Kharashi]

Damnit . . . I thought as my foot was suddenly stopped prematurely. I could see Jin's hands crossed as they gripped my foot and I had already anticipated what would happen next. I set my hands on the desks to my left and right just as the kid attempted to send me flying. I used the desks to guide myself and to restrain myself from flying backwards as I twisted backwards--I had planned out how this would happen in my mind. As I spun I was forced to relieve my hands of the desks, and so I quickly spun my torso around as to grab the desks once more. This caused me to simply flip and land on my feet with my back turned to Jin--a bad position. I assumed he would come after me right away, and so, without looking back, I vaulted over the desk to my left and out of the aisle Jin was in.

I realized something then. This kid had a spiritual pressure--something like mine, I would assume. I was no expert on sensing reiatsu, but this kid was different than most. It was likely that he had some sort of ability, like me. I also realized this kid was likely my better in unarmed combat--but I was far more skilled in armed combat than unarmed. Still, there was no real weapons in a classroom.

I landed on the opposite side of the desk and removed my extra belt from my bag near my desk in a single motion. I immediately began to spin it to my left and right alternatively as I turned to face my opponent. The belt was one with a cloth body and a metal buckle--not one used for uniform. I kept it in my bag as part of a change of clothes out of my uniform.

[Axcel]

Tch. Jin grunted as his foot landed on the ground opposed to Aspel’s face. What an annoyance this kid was. His ability to evade Jin’s attacks came off as a surprise, but the raven-haired student was a persistent one. His eyes following Aspel whom was moving from aisle to aisle, he about to close the distance between the two and follow up his attacks…however, he would be interrupted.

A loud whistle would be heard as the students cleared out and a number of makeshift rent-a-cops made their way in. School security? Really? I guess the kid had managed to survive against Jin long enough for his saviors to arrive, however, the one who appeared at fault would not be Jin.

Of the two who stood there, the kid whom was holding a weapon was Aspel. Where was the teacher? He was quite short— and therefore could not see over the circle of students to really tell what was happening, other than knowing that a fight had occurred. And the students who witnessed what had gone on? They knew who Jin was, and they knew he would find out whomever would give him up. It was luck really, and although Jin may take a bit of heat, Aspel was the one who would be sitting in deep shit.

Either way, the quickly escalating situation had come to an anticlimatic close, and the tensions of the next time the two would be in Physics class with one another would certainly be high.

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[Kharashi]

This was all rather tiring. All I had wanted to do was smash the kid's face in. That's it. Nothing more.

I didn't get to, though, and I realized this as a high pitched whistle echoed behind me. The chanting came to a sudden halt and a sort of entryway was created out of the student's behind me. I sighed and dropped my weapon, shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders a bit.

Indeed, the teacher was short and therefore hadn't seen the fight. He also hadn't seen the fight begin, either, and there was absolutely no way the teacher would take Jin's word over mine. I was simply acting in self defense. None of the other kids would argue against or for either of us, I figured. Why would they get drawn into it? Besides, what would they gain from getting Jin off the hook?

I laughed out loud a bit as I thought of anyone expecting Jin to do something for someone other than himself. Looked like I'd be spending some annoying time in the office before I got let off, though . . .

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