High School AU - Part Four
Strawberry Banana #7. Roughhousing with Chopped Nuts
Story : knights & necromancers ( High School AU)
Timeframe : Monday
Word Count : 520
Rating : G
I am going in chronological order with this : PARTS 1 - 2 - 3
When Mister Hakaro came swaggering into the gym dragging a sack nearly as large as Kairn, filled to the point of bulging every which way as it bobbed on his back, there was only one thing to do: groan. Kairn was slumped against the wall, face in his hands, only half listening as Reida likened the teacher to a demented Santa Claus, when the first balls came bouncing around their feet.
“Why does he have to look so happy about it?” Kairn moaned, though he doubted Reida was paying any more attention to him than he was to her.
“Just pick up a ball,” she said, nudging one towards him with her foot before walking off with another in hand.
Mister Hakaro was cheerfully calling out orders, herding ball-bearing students, and their less fortunate empty-handed classmates to one end of the gym or the other to face off. Kairn picked up a ball and trudged off to meet his fate, which he was quite certain would involve getting that same ball to the face in about five minutes.
“Whoever invented dodgeball was one sick, sick individual,” Kairn muttered as he settled in beside Reida.
She was already eyeing possible targets across the line, holding her ball up and squinting over the top like this were serious business.
“You look like you’re about to go bowling.” He had his own ball tucked under the crook of his elbow, trying not to look at it or think about how it would feel smacking into his nose. To be sure, there were rules against aiming at faces, but that never stopped him from getting hit there.
“Strrrike,” she said back, still grinning at the mass of bodies across the way, half of them aiming balls back at them.
Mister Hakaro was going over the rules. Half the students were too preoccupied with planning their assault, the other half frozen in horror, and so none were really listening. Then he blew his whistle and chaos erupted.
Kairn blindly chucked his ball into the midst of his opponents, unable to bring himself to actually aim it at anyone. Unsurprisingly it hit the ground and rolled to a stop without striking anyone. Reida bowled down Daliver with her ball. Another came sailing between them from across the line, narrowly missing them both.
Kids on both sides of the line scrambled to pick up balls for the next volley. Kairn ignored the balls bouncing around his feet and tried to find a place to hide instead.
No use, there was Kinu, leering at him from just across the line, ball still in hand from the start of the game, and before he could quietly slip between two armed teammates, Kairn was reeling from a blow to the ribs.
Well, at least it was over, he thought as he slunk off to the bleachers, clutching his side and trying to ignore Kinu’s laughter.
“You know,” he said to Dal, who was scanning the leg Reida had nailed him in for damage. “When I said I wondered if today could get worse, I didn’t really mean it should try.”
Story : knights & necromancers ( High School AU)
Timeframe : Monday
Word Count : 520
Rating : G
I am going in chronological order with this : PARTS 1 - 2 - 3
When Mister Hakaro came swaggering into the gym dragging a sack nearly as large as Kairn, filled to the point of bulging every which way as it bobbed on his back, there was only one thing to do: groan. Kairn was slumped against the wall, face in his hands, only half listening as Reida likened the teacher to a demented Santa Claus, when the first balls came bouncing around their feet.
“Why does he have to look so happy about it?” Kairn moaned, though he doubted Reida was paying any more attention to him than he was to her.
“Just pick up a ball,” she said, nudging one towards him with her foot before walking off with another in hand.
Mister Hakaro was cheerfully calling out orders, herding ball-bearing students, and their less fortunate empty-handed classmates to one end of the gym or the other to face off. Kairn picked up a ball and trudged off to meet his fate, which he was quite certain would involve getting that same ball to the face in about five minutes.
“Whoever invented dodgeball was one sick, sick individual,” Kairn muttered as he settled in beside Reida.
She was already eyeing possible targets across the line, holding her ball up and squinting over the top like this were serious business.
“You look like you’re about to go bowling.” He had his own ball tucked under the crook of his elbow, trying not to look at it or think about how it would feel smacking into his nose. To be sure, there were rules against aiming at faces, but that never stopped him from getting hit there.
“Strrrike,” she said back, still grinning at the mass of bodies across the way, half of them aiming balls back at them.
Mister Hakaro was going over the rules. Half the students were too preoccupied with planning their assault, the other half frozen in horror, and so none were really listening. Then he blew his whistle and chaos erupted.
Kairn blindly chucked his ball into the midst of his opponents, unable to bring himself to actually aim it at anyone. Unsurprisingly it hit the ground and rolled to a stop without striking anyone. Reida bowled down Daliver with her ball. Another came sailing between them from across the line, narrowly missing them both.
Kids on both sides of the line scrambled to pick up balls for the next volley. Kairn ignored the balls bouncing around his feet and tried to find a place to hide instead.
No use, there was Kinu, leering at him from just across the line, ball still in hand from the start of the game, and before he could quietly slip between two armed teammates, Kairn was reeling from a blow to the ribs.
Well, at least it was over, he thought as he slunk off to the bleachers, clutching his side and trying to ignore Kinu’s laughter.
“You know,” he said to Dal, who was scanning the leg Reida had nailed him in for damage. “When I said I wondered if today could get worse, I didn’t really mean it should try.”