We're going out, shorty!

ofwebsandchocolates:

misstrancy-:

The hint her brother had, so obviously, directed toward the teacher had the girl twitching briefly. Her possessiveness when it came to her brother triggered rather easily; it forced her to shoot a strong, powerful glare to the side and at her brother. He shouldn’t do that! – Then again, had she not done the same many times before? It hit her, eventually, that they were both the same; and regardless of who their new toys playmates were, they’d always have each other in the end, at one point or the other.

“Tsk,” huffing quietly, she reached into her purse—only to take out a small mirror and make up. While the teacher wasted time giving their lesson, she spent the time admiring herself and making sure everything was intact; when it came to her looks. After a while, she placed everything away and eyed the classmates, some of them will end up being her toys; whether they were completely willing, or not. Of course, only a certain being was to be more important than the rest, but that was to be decided later on. After the torturous class was over with, Alyssa was quick to abandon the classroom, not waiting for the twin.

The blond didn’t bother to attend the rest of her morning classes, instead venturing about school grounds and getting to know the place as she usually did. Of course, she had to be careful not to get caught by the principal—but the rest went by smoothly. And now—

Lunchtime.

Turning around on her heels, she walked toward the cafeteria where she bought soda and occupied one of the vacant, circle shaped, tables at the back. Now only to wait for the rest of the school to continue entering the room, and for her to study them all.

The disappearance of his sister after the clock ticked the hour was something Alois expected- from the instant she opened her mirror in class to the moment the bell shrieked through the halls, she practically vanished into thin air, leaving him to himself with his bag slung heavily over his shoulder. It had always been interesting between them- but he couldn’t help but notice that, the moment that something else caught her attention, she dropped him cold like a toy that had lost all it’s color and joy. Yet she would come back to him- she would always come back.

But no- Alois wouldn’t skip class. He had other things on his mind.

The rest of the morning passed by in a blur, jumping from room to room, looking over the new and familiar faces who always turned toward him ever so slightly to catch a glimpse; but the looks never lasted long. He enjoyed playing such games with strangers- but the reason he had even attended class was to see the new selection of teachers who had been so graciously chosen at random to teach him, disappointed that many of them were women. Squawking, noisy women with wrinkled hands, doused in convenient store perfume. They had little patience for students such as him- it was the uniform that appalled them. And each time they parted their papered lips to question him he simply smiled and said:

“Wait until you see my sister.”

Lunchtime

Alois had behaved- it had burned him deeply, but he had kept his lips sealed for this first day. it was worth a try wasn’t it? Testing the water of this so called new place. When he left his last class of the morning and made his way down to the cafeteria, his blue eyes immediately fell on the form of his sister, his look darkening. “Would it have really killed you to go to class for one fucking day?” he snapped, his hunger stabbing into his mood.

Lunchtime.

Indeed. However…

Food - who needed it.

Sohma was rich, young, and much too caught up in a juvenile game of ‘wallball’ to think about nourishment. Not to mention that - about a year ago, when he had transferred from his homeland, he had discovered this fact - British games amazed him with their simplicity. Who knew that smacking a ball against a wall like a brainless ape could be so delightfully fun? Pegs and his initial fumbles aside, he found that he enjoyed himself, and loved it all the more when girls stopped by to watch the group of active boys, giggling and being lovely and watching so intently!

Certainly, he must have been glimmering attractively in the sun, to have garnered such attention! Was it directed at him in the first place? He could’nt quite tell, but his confident mind said yes. Dashing as he was, he knew that one had to be eye-catching to keep said eyes. Oh yes - Sohma made sure that all optics were on him with bold declarations and mouthy comments on the other players performance. For some reason, in this country, schoolboys seemed to appreciate this kind of behaviour with snickers and claps on the back.

Baffling.

All the same, the young adult prided himself on his newer skills of this strange, sphere-hurling game. Your hands did hurt afterwards, he was finding, but that was part of the victory - to shake your muscles out with a wide smirk, chest inflated with your ego and the doe-lashes fluttering from the females a ways off - yes, he did enjoy this sport.

The resounding thwack of the rounded rubber surface against the wall and watchful gasps and shouts of the classmates alerted him - the two second transition from ball to ground to air and oh, it was flying towards him now - a sharp twinge in his stomach then alerted him that… perhaps a break was necessary. Ah, but his reaction was impeccable as ever.

Catching the small ball deftly with one hand, the princely figure called a halt to the game, a hand nobly poised on his side. Groans ensued, and slumping shoulders turned as they glanced to one another, now irritated with him. He merely chuckled loudly, and gave it a little upwards toss - only to catch it shortly afterwards; “We will continue after I return.”

A flick of his hair was followed by a sharp turn on his heel, obviously headed for the cafeteria. Food - he needed it. Reunions were not on his mind, although this was the first day - but wouldn’t it be fun to run into his favorite lowerclassman, Ciel Phantomhive…?! Although the cafeteria was a crowded place, he did find his eyes wandering as he pushed the double doors open - perhaps, searching for a familiar face of any kind.