Vongola Academia
Chapter 2 of the Curriculum Vitae saga...
This time, it includes 10069, D18, and BelFran, along with the all-important Xanxus/Squalo
But no 8059 yet... DD:
It was on days like this that Hayato realizes, truly, just how much he hated his life.
Two rows of teeth clamp down harshly at one end of the cigarette, gnawing through the paper and everything inside, chewing right through. Deep furrows marred his handsome face, contorting it into something like a devil's imperfect mask. In his fit of anger, custom-made loafer-clad left foot socked out and knocked over a table, breaking through the constant drone of chatter in the classroom. Everyone instantly fell silent as the Japanese-Italian stormed forward, heading for the door.
"Gokudera-san!"
Hayato didn't want to turn around to face his phys ed teacher. Or rather, he couldn't. The shiver that had seemed to have permenantely imbeded itself within his back kept it straight and stiff. Unfortunately, the paralysis affected his legs too, since it seemed like he couldn't walk away either.
"Gokudera-san! I'm talking to you!"
"Ah... Shut up already!" Hayato growled, twisting around against all his body's warnings, instantly regretting it as he came face-to-face with Professor Lussuria's steel-melting pout. Steel-melting, because to prevent from seeing it, so many people would do anything just to get away. Including melting steel. "I'm leaving!"
"But whyyyyy?" the Professor whined, wiggling a bit on the spot. The feather boa he sported around his neck floated around him and seem to give off tiny specks of sparkles, since Hayato felt like he was about to die from the absolute disgust the scene caused him. "We were just getting to the interesting parts!"
"You sicken me!" With that, the gray-haired teen spun right around and continued his trek out the door. He didn't care if he got in trouble. He just needed to get out of there before-
"But Gokudera-kun! Don't you want to know what the prostate is and how to find it???"
--
It had not been two full cigarettes before Hayato came across a teacher he couldn't avoid. Not like he would've, had he known Rokudo-sensei was coming. He was just too fucking pissed off to bother.
"And what might you be doing out of class?"
The teen glared up at the teacher, whose eyes seem to see right through him. Even the dark blue contact he wore couldn't completely block out the strange character on his right eye, nor its original piercing red. "None of your business!"
"Ah, but it is my business," Mukuro breezed, carelessly brushing a strand of long blue hair off his shoulders. "I'm a teacher, after all. Don't you remember? You just had me earlier in the day."
"Shut up..."
"Now that's not a really polite way to talk to your elders, now is it?"
"I don't care!" Hayato yelled, ripping the cigarette out of his mouth and grounding it down on the inside of the waterfountain. "Just leave me alone! I'm not going back to class!"
"Oya oya... What class do you have?"
That was a strange question, and the teen was momentarily fazed before answering the heterochromatic man. "Um... Phys Ed."
"And you're in 2A- oh." Mukuro seemed to come to a realization, and offered Hayato a sympathetic look. "You have Professor Lussuria, eh? Well... Can't say I blame you, then."
Hayato looked up at his trigonometry teacher in surprise, not knowing how to answer. Fortunately, he didn't have to, for a candy-sweet voice did it for him.
"Ara, Mukuro-kun... You shouldn't talk about your fellow staff members like that~"
For once, Rokudo-sensei's smile seem to falter, breaking into something momentarily dark, embarrassed, and challenged. Turning around, Hayato faced yet another problematic figure - the school's doctor, Byakuran-san. Fortunately, all of the white-haired man's attention seemed to be on the math teacher. As he drew closer, Mukuro seemed to step back. Byakuran saw this, and put on a hurt expression.
"Ah... I'm wounded by your coldness, Mukuro-kun..."
"What can I do for you, Byakuran?" Mukuro asked in stiff courtesy. Byakuran pouted a little bit, but smiled again as he pulled Mukuro closer to him.
"I just want to have a little... talk with you. In my office, if you don't mind."
Mukuro quirked a skeptical eyebrow. "We just had a talk."
"But this is important!" Byakuran insisted, tugging on the long-haired teacher's sleeve like a child demanding candy. "I need you to come with me right now!"
Mukuro sighed in defeat, letting the doctor lead him back the way he came from. As the duo drew further away, Hayato too heaved a sigh of his own - his of relief. But evidently, he took the breath at an unfitting time.
"What are you doing out of class?"
Hayato turned in disbelief at his bad luck. Karma indeed, was a bitch, for none faced him but Hibari Kyoya - school counselor rumored to have made misbehaving students disappear off the face of the Earth.
And those were the lucky ones.
Kyoya's eyes narrowed when Hayato didn't reply. "Well? I'm waiting. Or would you like to tell me your answer in my office?"
'In my office' being a widely accepted and used phrase for 'while I beat the shit out of your sorry ass until you beg for sweet mercy'.
No matter how mad a mood Hayato was in, he knew better than to piss off the delinquent-counselor. He swallowed before trying to answer. Key word: trying.
"I-I... I was... I was just-"
"Going to the attendance office to drop off the slips."
The teen's eyes widened when he saw who had answered for him. Professor Cavallone, who taught History, if Hayato remembered correctly, walked up from behind Kyoya. Kyoya didn't even have to turn to know who it was.
"What are you doing here?" the black-haired man questioned coldly. Dino, behind him, laughed ruefully.
"It's my prep period, Kyoya," he answered warmly, standing right behind the counselor, probably a bit too close for comfort. Kyoya, oddly, didn't seem to mind all that much. Not that Hayato could tell, with that stony expression of his that promised death to those who dare violate the rules of his sanctum. He just knew that the man didn't move away, and that seemed extremely odd and out-of-character in itself. "I can go wherever I want."
"Whatever happened to 'Use your time wisely'?" Kyoya droned.
"Whatever happened to 'Practice what you preach'?" Dino shot back, earning himself a dark, over-the-shoulder glare. The Italian was grinning again.
"Answer my question."
Dino held up his arms in the universal gesture for 'I surrender' and pivotted so he only faced Kyoya. Discreetly, he beckoned for Hayato to go. Unfortunately, Kyoya noticed, and turned his chilly glare back to the teen.
"And you. Principal's office. Now."
"Mou, Kyoya!" Dino frowned a bit. "Cut a bit of slack, will ya? It's the end of the school year!"
"It doesn't matter," was his answer. To Hayato, he ordered again, "Go see the principal, Gokudera Hayato, or you'll be seeing me for the rest of the year."
Hayato didn't need him threatening him twice. Within five seconds, he had bolted for the front office, the two staff members turning smaller, and disappearing altogether as he turned the corner.
Not before he saw Counselor Hibari offer Professor Cavallone a kiss on the lips as amends, though.
--
Silence greeted the Japanese-Italian teen when he pushed open the door to the reception area of the front office. The window at where the secretary usually sat was empty, and the entire place seemed devoid of life. It would've seemed like a blessing from heaven to any student, but not Hayato. Counselor Hibari knew his name, age, class, address, and probably blood type along with all that. He wasn't getting off the hook for skipping class so easily. He'd take the principal over the famed violent counselor anyday.
But that's just because he's never witnessed the wrath of Principal Xanxus.
A narrow hallway behind the secretary box led down to the private offices. Dreading finally reaching his appointed destination, Hayato took his time reading everything stapled against the wooden doors.
Attendance Office: Mammon V. Any parents who wishes to enroll their children to Vongola Academy please consult attendance clerk. Consultation fee - $150.
Nurse's Office: Byakuran. If the door is shut, I'm busy conducting bloody, gory surgery! No one is allowed to come in! Except you, Mukuro-kun, if you want. Oh, and Leo-kun. You too.
Counseling Office: Hibari Kyoya.
Printing Room - Please be aware that our printer, the Gola Moska v.5000, doesn't work for anyone except the principals. So if you wish to get something copied, please ask Principal Xanxus for assistance, or visit the upstairs copy machine. (The doorknob was dusty, like nobody had gone inside in years.)
And finally, the Principal's Office. The fabled inner sanctum of ultimate authority. A faded brass plaque read "Xanxus", nailed onto the top of the door. A yellow plastic box hung beneath that, and seemed to be stuffed with important papers.
Big red "IMPORTANT" marks were stamped all over the top. Hayato thinks he's right to assume that they were - as a matter of fact - important.
With a sigh, the teen knocked on the hardwood door. Hearing no response from the inside, he knocked again, this time harder and louder. Once more, no one answered. With an irritated sigh, he pushed the door open by the twisty-knob, and was greeted by-
In retrospect, Hayato probably should've known the doors were all soundproof for a reason.
-the frantic face of the secretary, hands out to ward off the looming face of the scarred principal.
It took a couple of blinks for Hayato's eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room, and when he did, he could clearly see the situation.
He liked it better when everything was flashing yellow and green.
Xanxus had Squalo pushed down on his table, and seemed to be in the process of ravaging his mouth while simultaneously stripping him free of the black suit.
"Voooooiiii! Xanxus- Get away- from me!" the secretary grunted as he shoved his boss away. But Xanxus was nothing if not persistent (well, actually, he was plenty, but for the sake of the saying), and ripped pale arms away from his own and pinned them on top of the table. The rest of his body weighed down on Squalo's, rendering the long-haired man completely immobile beneath him. Finally satisfied, Xanxus took a drink from the flute of wine on his desk before leaning right back down to chew on Squalo's neck.
Hayato wanted to run, screaming, out of there.
Hayato did run, screaming, out of there. Maybe not in that particular order.
A couple of hours later, in the middle of Italian, a note was brought to Professor Giotto. One look at the note, the brunet waved Hayato over, and instructed him to report to detention - as per the Principal's orders - for two whole weeks after school. Hayato slumped back to his seat, actually quite relieved he had gotten off only with detention. He could swear the glare Xanxus had sent him promised otherwise.
And as so it happens, it did, if 'otherwise' meant getting front row seats in watching two teachers make out at the front of the detention hall.
"Ushishishi~ No talking now, all you bad children," Bel instructed as he sprawled out even more on top of his desk, pulling the Chemistry professor down on top of him. "Otherwise, the prince will get mad if you interrupt our time."
"But sempai," Fran replied, crawling up so he straddled his fellow Chemistry teacher's waist. "Aren't you, by telling them that, interrupting our time yourself?"
"Be quiet, froggy," the 'Prince' ordered. "Or the prince will stab you again."
"...Let's just resume making out."
"Good choice~"
Hayato really did hate his life after all.