Monday November 21 : During 1st hour in the student council room
((OOC - Oh yeah I had permission from Ichiro to do this))
This morning Yosuke practically skipped to school, regardless that he was riding his bike. Today there was no hidden fear and he realized that wouldn't have this fear for the rest of the week. He was a free man, so to speak. All night he had been planning on what trouble he was going to cause for his fellow classmates and only one thought crossed his mind.
Yosuke was going to Kick Ichiro Toriyama's ass!
Not just today but all week, he was going to make sure Toriyama was in hell. For all the things he did to Yosuke in the past. Toriyama no longer had any power over Yosuke, he was just a simple nerd that needed his authority beat out of him. The best part was Ichiro couldn't do anything back because he was just a simple student at the moment. Yosuke of course didn't think about Ichiro still being the headmasters grandson or that he would get his power back come next Monday, no he was only focused on today.
Now here he was in the student council room skipping his homeroom. His adrenaline was pumping and breathing erratic as he held his baseball bat in this hand, thankful he had practice after school so he brought it with. A nervous sweat ran down his brow as he adjusted his grip on the bat and walked around the room. Being here a lot in the past he knew what Ichiro treasured and where to find it.
Sure enough there it sat right in front of the middle chair, Ichiro's seat. The toy seemed to tremble in Yosuke's presence knowing it was going to get it, Ichiro was such a nerd always playing and making his gundam models. Yosuke remembered the days when he was on trial in front of the student court and had to watch as Ichiro sat there working on one while deciding his fate. Now as luck would have it Ichiro had a finished on right here, Yosuke didn't know what one it was since he didn't watch gundam but he knew what it was going to be, in pieces.
"You are mine now you son of a bitch!" he yelled as he swung the bat horizontally knocking it into the air where it landed on the floor. It wasn't good enough since most of it remained mostly intact. Walking over he lifted the bat and proceeded to swing it down smashing the toy over and over again. Bits of it flew in the air as Yosuke giggled, oh yes he was so evil. Once he was sure the toy was dead Yosuke stood still trying to catch his breath. He wasn't nearly done though he wanted blood.
Proceeding to complete vandalize the room with his bat, and some spray paint cans he happened to also have Yosuke tried to take his anger out but couldn't. It only intensified his need to kick Ichiro's ass and he would, after he found out about his office. Yosuke only hoped that no one got in his way until then because his control as paper thin and he was ready to snap on anyone sorry enough to cross his path.
This morning Yosuke practically skipped to school, regardless that he was riding his bike. Today there was no hidden fear and he realized that wouldn't have this fear for the rest of the week. He was a free man, so to speak. All night he had been planning on what trouble he was going to cause for his fellow classmates and only one thought crossed his mind.
Yosuke was going to Kick Ichiro Toriyama's ass!
Not just today but all week, he was going to make sure Toriyama was in hell. For all the things he did to Yosuke in the past. Toriyama no longer had any power over Yosuke, he was just a simple nerd that needed his authority beat out of him. The best part was Ichiro couldn't do anything back because he was just a simple student at the moment. Yosuke of course didn't think about Ichiro still being the headmasters grandson or that he would get his power back come next Monday, no he was only focused on today.
Now here he was in the student council room skipping his homeroom. His adrenaline was pumping and breathing erratic as he held his baseball bat in this hand, thankful he had practice after school so he brought it with. A nervous sweat ran down his brow as he adjusted his grip on the bat and walked around the room. Being here a lot in the past he knew what Ichiro treasured and where to find it.
Sure enough there it sat right in front of the middle chair, Ichiro's seat. The toy seemed to tremble in Yosuke's presence knowing it was going to get it, Ichiro was such a nerd always playing and making his gundam models. Yosuke remembered the days when he was on trial in front of the student court and had to watch as Ichiro sat there working on one while deciding his fate. Now as luck would have it Ichiro had a finished on right here, Yosuke didn't know what one it was since he didn't watch gundam but he knew what it was going to be, in pieces.
"You are mine now you son of a bitch!" he yelled as he swung the bat horizontally knocking it into the air where it landed on the floor. It wasn't good enough since most of it remained mostly intact. Walking over he lifted the bat and proceeded to swing it down smashing the toy over and over again. Bits of it flew in the air as Yosuke giggled, oh yes he was so evil. Once he was sure the toy was dead Yosuke stood still trying to catch his breath. He wasn't nearly done though he wanted blood.
Proceeding to complete vandalize the room with his bat, and some spray paint cans he happened to also have Yosuke tried to take his anger out but couldn't. It only intensified his need to kick Ichiro's ass and he would, after he found out about his office. Yosuke only hoped that no one got in his way until then because his control as paper thin and he was ready to snap on anyone sorry enough to cross his path.