[Fic] The Secret of Susannah von Wincott 1/?
Bully [n.] - Someone who inflicts pain, whether emotional or physical, to someone seemingly weaker then them.
- Not a real bull.
- A 'Higher Power' with a sick sense of humor that has nothing better to do. [see last few lines.]
---o---
3 pm; Murata’s high school grounds
He was sly. He was clever. He was experienced. Of the one thousand something years had been living, Ken Murata would know what to do in most situations.
Most, but not always.
He always thought that there was room for learning, and he thought that being bullied and cramped into a toilet seat might teach him a lesson or two. Or maybe it was one of those lame excuses for him to sound like he knew what he had to do at times like this. But he didn't because there was always this one thing he didn't know what to do with - school bullies.
As Ken Murata, and as a top student, he was almost always get targeted by them.
“Oy, stop looking like an idiot and smile for the camera.” a low, rich-sounding voice said, followed by flashes of light one after the other.
This, apparently, was one of those times. Trapped with a toilet seat around his waist and arms, he tried to come up with a resolution. He could transport back to Shin Makoku, but if Yuuri found out he left without him, the king wouldn't be happy.
“H-hey! Can't I at least fix my hair?!”
Flash. Flash. Flash.
“Does that answer your question?”
“Aw, c'mon Zack! It's not like I deliberately hid my money from you so that you won't be able to find and use it for mysteriously illegitimate activities...” his voice trailed off as he tried to pull one of those 'puppy eyes' that almost always seemed to work on villains on TV.
“Stop calling me that as if we're close, 'cause we aren't. 'Sides, this'll be rich! I might actually be able to make you do my homework.” the bully replied, followed by a smirk.
“But I don't want to be trapped in this stinky, compacted, run down public toilet! Besides, I need to go to the baseball teams practice. I'm the manager, remember? Can't you let me go just this once?”
“No.” the captor rolled his eyes.
“You know, once the captain comes, with the whole team trailing after him, you could be in trouble.”
At this, the bully just rolled his eyes. “You mean Shibuya? The wimp?” he laughed. “What're you trying to imply?” he said, obviously disbelieving.
“Maybe I'm trying to ask where your 'crew' is so that I know how many people I need to pray for to come to my rescue?”
“I work alone. I always have.”
“Oh. I knew that.”
Their long conversation was then interrupted by none other than Yuuri himself, who was at the time looking for Murata.
“Murata! Oy, Murata! Practice is already over. Where the heck are you?!”
At this, Murata replied, half-mockingly at his captor, “By the bathroom! Being locked in by some bully! Help! Help! I'm gonna die!”
“Bastard! You were stalling all along!”
“Murata?” Yuuri's voice called as the bathroom door creaked open.
“Eh?! I thought it was locked!” the bully said, perplexed.
'So did I.' the Great Sage thought as he literally ran through the doorway, toilet seat around him, and bringing Yuuri along.
…
Running through the park like mad men, they found their way to a hidden alleyway where they decided to rest.
“What's up with that?” said Yuuri as he eyed the toilet seat in which his friend was being trapped in.
“With what? The toilet seat, the extremely tight wedgie, the toilet-smelling damp hair and clothes, the bent eyeglasses or the harassed friend of yours?”
“... all of the above? What exactly happened?” Yuuri said with concern, and wondering just what Murata did this time.
“Ahehe.. well...” he started.
“Well?”
“Remember the wild Herdingy with three eyes that we found in the Royal Garden last time?”
“You mean that… frog-looking thing..?” Yuuri's eyes twitched with utter disturbance.
“Remember that I took it as a pet?”
“Er… yeah?” Yuuri's eyes twitched some more as he remembered Murata trying to kiss the vile thing. “Wait, I'm not getting you. Get to the point!”
“Well, when we came back here, it sort of came with me and found its way to my school bag, and so...”
“NO WAY!” Yuuri said in disbelief. Murata only nodded, half-being proud of himself.
“You did not just put it in someone else's shoe locker! Whose was it?”
“Zacharias Churchill.” Murata smirked.
“The Zacharias? The big Brit Z? Why?!”
“He's not British, Yuuri. Let’s just say it’s payback.”
“Whatever! He's still a bully. He's foul, mean, sarcastic, a complete loner...”
“... and a bit pretty. Kind of.” Murata finished his sentence for him.
At which Yuuri replied by raising one of his eyebrows. “Pretty? He's a guy. You don’t call guys pretty.”
“That may be true, but I'm serious. If you see his face when it’s not covered by his cap, you’ll know what I’m talking about.”
“You're creeping me out. We should go to Shin Makoku.”
“Must be the effect of the toilet seat on me,” he looked down at the toilet seat in which he was still stuck in.
“How do we get that off?”
“You won't,” another voice behind them interrupted their conversation.
“Ah! Zacharias sir, we were just about to leave, sir.” saluted Yuuri as he and Murata were tip-toeing away from the bully.
“You're not going to go anywhere unless you tell me where this Shin Makoku is.”
“Er, why?” Yuuri asked nervously. His forehead was now covered by a sheen of cold sweat.
“Just tell me!”
“Uhm.. first you go around that corner, go right until you see the stop sign then go left, after that, go around in circles, go right, go 360 degrees north, then you go jump off a cliff.”
“Don't mess with me!” he said as he grabbed Yuuri by the collar, getting ready to punch.
And that was when the wild frog-looking Herdingy decided to jump out of Murata's pocket and onto his head, which caused him to freak. Because of this little frenzy, Murata slipped on a puddle and tripped on Yuuri causing him to fall on Zacharias; this resulted in all three of them to end up in the puddle being transported to Shin Makoku.
Somewhere, somehow, Yuuri suddenly remembered someone of a ‘Higher Power’ with a sick, sick sense of humor and had nothing better to do than play tricks on him.
And somewhere, somehow he felt like he was being laughed at by this 'Higher Power'. He felt like something worse was about to come.
A/N: For those confused, Zack's a foreigner [he passes himself off as German. xP]
X-posted to almost every KKM community I can post to. ^^;;
ConCrit and suggestions are always welcomed.
- Not a real bull.
- A 'Higher Power' with a sick sense of humor that has nothing better to do. [see last few lines.]
---o---
3 pm; Murata’s high school grounds
He was sly. He was clever. He was experienced. Of the one thousand something years had been living, Ken Murata would know what to do in most situations.
Most, but not always.
He always thought that there was room for learning, and he thought that being bullied and cramped into a toilet seat might teach him a lesson or two. Or maybe it was one of those lame excuses for him to sound like he knew what he had to do at times like this. But he didn't because there was always this one thing he didn't know what to do with - school bullies.
As Ken Murata, and as a top student, he was almost always get targeted by them.
“Oy, stop looking like an idiot and smile for the camera.” a low, rich-sounding voice said, followed by flashes of light one after the other.
This, apparently, was one of those times. Trapped with a toilet seat around his waist and arms, he tried to come up with a resolution. He could transport back to Shin Makoku, but if Yuuri found out he left without him, the king wouldn't be happy.
“H-hey! Can't I at least fix my hair?!”
Flash. Flash. Flash.
“Does that answer your question?”
“Aw, c'mon Zack! It's not like I deliberately hid my money from you so that you won't be able to find and use it for mysteriously illegitimate activities...” his voice trailed off as he tried to pull one of those 'puppy eyes' that almost always seemed to work on villains on TV.
“Stop calling me that as if we're close, 'cause we aren't. 'Sides, this'll be rich! I might actually be able to make you do my homework.” the bully replied, followed by a smirk.
“But I don't want to be trapped in this stinky, compacted, run down public toilet! Besides, I need to go to the baseball teams practice. I'm the manager, remember? Can't you let me go just this once?”
“No.” the captor rolled his eyes.
“You know, once the captain comes, with the whole team trailing after him, you could be in trouble.”
At this, the bully just rolled his eyes. “You mean Shibuya? The wimp?” he laughed. “What're you trying to imply?” he said, obviously disbelieving.
“Maybe I'm trying to ask where your 'crew' is so that I know how many people I need to pray for to come to my rescue?”
“I work alone. I always have.”
“Oh. I knew that.”
Their long conversation was then interrupted by none other than Yuuri himself, who was at the time looking for Murata.
“Murata! Oy, Murata! Practice is already over. Where the heck are you?!”
At this, Murata replied, half-mockingly at his captor, “By the bathroom! Being locked in by some bully! Help! Help! I'm gonna die!”
“Bastard! You were stalling all along!”
“Murata?” Yuuri's voice called as the bathroom door creaked open.
“Eh?! I thought it was locked!” the bully said, perplexed.
'So did I.' the Great Sage thought as he literally ran through the doorway, toilet seat around him, and bringing Yuuri along.
…
Running through the park like mad men, they found their way to a hidden alleyway where they decided to rest.
“What's up with that?” said Yuuri as he eyed the toilet seat in which his friend was being trapped in.
“With what? The toilet seat, the extremely tight wedgie, the toilet-smelling damp hair and clothes, the bent eyeglasses or the harassed friend of yours?”
“... all of the above? What exactly happened?” Yuuri said with concern, and wondering just what Murata did this time.
“Ahehe.. well...” he started.
“Well?”
“Remember the wild Herdingy with three eyes that we found in the Royal Garden last time?”
“You mean that… frog-looking thing..?” Yuuri's eyes twitched with utter disturbance.
“Remember that I took it as a pet?”
“Er… yeah?” Yuuri's eyes twitched some more as he remembered Murata trying to kiss the vile thing. “Wait, I'm not getting you. Get to the point!”
“Well, when we came back here, it sort of came with me and found its way to my school bag, and so...”
“NO WAY!” Yuuri said in disbelief. Murata only nodded, half-being proud of himself.
“You did not just put it in someone else's shoe locker! Whose was it?”
“Zacharias Churchill.” Murata smirked.
“The Zacharias? The big Brit Z? Why?!”
“He's not British, Yuuri. Let’s just say it’s payback.”
“Whatever! He's still a bully. He's foul, mean, sarcastic, a complete loner...”
“... and a bit pretty. Kind of.” Murata finished his sentence for him.
At which Yuuri replied by raising one of his eyebrows. “Pretty? He's a guy. You don’t call guys pretty.”
“That may be true, but I'm serious. If you see his face when it’s not covered by his cap, you’ll know what I’m talking about.”
“You're creeping me out. We should go to Shin Makoku.”
“Must be the effect of the toilet seat on me,” he looked down at the toilet seat in which he was still stuck in.
“How do we get that off?”
“You won't,” another voice behind them interrupted their conversation.
“Ah! Zacharias sir, we were just about to leave, sir.” saluted Yuuri as he and Murata were tip-toeing away from the bully.
“You're not going to go anywhere unless you tell me where this Shin Makoku is.”
“Er, why?” Yuuri asked nervously. His forehead was now covered by a sheen of cold sweat.
“Just tell me!”
“Uhm.. first you go around that corner, go right until you see the stop sign then go left, after that, go around in circles, go right, go 360 degrees north, then you go jump off a cliff.”
“Don't mess with me!” he said as he grabbed Yuuri by the collar, getting ready to punch.
And that was when the wild frog-looking Herdingy decided to jump out of Murata's pocket and onto his head, which caused him to freak. Because of this little frenzy, Murata slipped on a puddle and tripped on Yuuri causing him to fall on Zacharias; this resulted in all three of them to end up in the puddle being transported to Shin Makoku.
Somewhere, somehow, Yuuri suddenly remembered someone of a ‘Higher Power’ with a sick, sick sense of humor and had nothing better to do than play tricks on him.
And somewhere, somehow he felt like he was being laughed at by this 'Higher Power'. He felt like something worse was about to come.
A/N: For those confused, Zack's a foreigner [he passes himself off as German. xP]
X-posted to almost every KKM community I can post to. ^^;;
ConCrit and suggestions are always welcomed.