her lips silently mouthed her name, taking in each syllable to ensure that she would remember how to pronounce her name in the future and who it belonged to. it was a pretty name, ib knew for sure. a much more exotic one than ib, that was for certain!
“ it’s nice to meet you too, minatsuki. and thank you for your help. “ she nodded gently in agreement, before promptly following behind her. the female was unusually kind to her, despite the younger having greatly upset her beforehand. perhaps it was just how the whole student body at tancho was: friendly and welcoming.
Of course it was. So helping, and unwilling to teach a brat or two some manners. Minatsuki could change that. “It’s not a problem…”
A wooden shed awaited them. It seemed quite new and sturdy. Minatsuki pointed ahead and announced, “W-We’ll be gathering the buds up there.. You can pick what you’d like to plant.”
While pointing, the opposite hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, while doing so skillfully and without so much as a flinch, plucking an earring straight from her earlobe and drawing a bit of blood.
It wasn’t like he came limping around here hoping for some sympathy or anything like that, far from it. Ikki would entirely too prideful to need some girl picking and pecking at him like a mother hen. So when Minatsuki came running over, he held up a single finger.
“Fuck kind of question is that? Of course I’m alright. Don’t you have some flowers to be planting or some shit?”
A brief scoff at the girl as the Storm King began to rise to his feet. That is, before the teen’s knees buckled and he went crashing back down to the floor. This wasn’t like him. This was the guy that had saved the world and fought Sora Takeuchi himself. A couple of super powered fucks should have been nothing.
But he’d been careless. And he knew that.
“So…uhhh (fuck that hurts) what’s your name, cutie?”
"M-Minatsuki… please hold on..!" The flustered girl stumbled to her feet and trotted a short way down the long row of flowers, plucking the petals of a few small orange flowers; calendula blossoms.
After spending a minute crushing the petals in her palms, she returned with a small sigh, expression still muddied with concern and embarrassment. “These will stop the bleeding and pain… Show me your wounds, please.”
So much for your own personal sanctuary, huh Minatsuki? While it was completely unintentional, a singular individual seemed to have found his way into the garden that she kept, stoic body perched near some of the chrysanthemums that she had planted only a few days ago.
He seemed to be in some pretty rough shape, one hand holding his stomach as the other draped idly in his lap. His entire body was covered in wounds and thick flows of crimson, clothing tattered and shredded and completely not within the confines of the school dress code.
All in all, Ikki looked like shit.
The eye that wasn’t swollen shut glanced at one of the bright red flowers, stroking its petals with his fingertips as he tried to focus on something other than the nauseating pain that was causing a pit to swell in his stomach. Why did he do this kind of shit to himself? Always looking for trouble, only he hadn’t counted on the fact that in this place, everybody seemed to have some kind of fucking super power.
“I’ll just stay here…for a little bit. Not that it hurts or anything…I’m just a little sleepy…”
So much for personal sanctuary is right. Something people forget is that Minatsuki hasn’t been completely heartless since she was around fifteen or so. Nor has she passed up an opportunity to get someone’s false favor. Her gasp as she notices the beat up boy is both genuine and forged on these notes.
She set the pot of primroses down at her feet, trotting over and kneeling at his side, looking panicked. “A-A-Are you alright?!” What a dumbass question, but it came with the character.
“Ahh, you like plants?” Yuno said happily. “That’s so cool! You’ll have to teach me how to plant flowers and vegetables!” Yuno figured it’d be important to know how to grow food if she wanted to be a good wife.
"Sorry honey, I don’t ‘have’ to do shit for you right now.” She waved off the high-pitched voice behind her, not once turning around to see Yuno. “Come back when I’m not so pissed I could pop a vessel.”
“Ahh, my tale’s not terribly eventful, I’m afraid. A few of us in managed to break our way through to the other side of Wonderland walls, and now I keep a job here, tending to the grounds. It’s an opportunity I’m grateful for.”
"Sounds boring. I mean, I’m here because I sorta have to be. You choose this shithole of all things?"
Minatsuki crossed her arms. It wasn’t as if she’d admit she missed anyone from Ward G outright away. “Senji’s here too. He’s my gym teacher. What a riot, right?” She smirked.
Yuno just watched with a smile on her face as the girl in front of her angrily did some angry gardening. Angry gardening could be a sport. And if it was then this girl would win first place. Well Yuno couldn’t really say since she had never seen anyone do angry gardening ‘till this point.
“What are you doing?” The pinkette asked, standing right behind the angry gardener, who was so caught up in her angry gardening that she hadn’t notice her. Yuno half expected her to reply with ‘angry gardening’, but alas, she did not (seeing as angry gardening isn’t real).
To be honest, Yuno wasn’t fond of her foul mouth but who’s judging? Yuno’s had her fair share or cursing (mainly at Tsubaki because gAWd that girl was terrible to her).
At that point, Minatsuki was already knelt down and shoveling mulch onto the carcass. “Replanting. What does it look like?” She said, not even masking her anger. She had it up to here with everything.
hmmmm indeed, I don’t see anything involving classes since she isn’t in self-defense, unless she gets herself lost, so…or she could be skipping class for whatever reason and be discovered, if that works…?
that could work! do you want to start it or should i?
/Kills myself with threads but uhh, does Minatsuki like traveling out late at night to hurt people b/c he’s a security guard and yeah I don’t know where I’m going with this, I just think that him facing her real personality would be amusing as hell
it would be interesting but minatsuki doesn’t really kill unless she’s got an interest in mind or she’s triggered to do so
All of this. Acting nice to get her way made her want to puke. She was beyond the point of caring anymore, especially now that her spade (complete with pink rubber handle) was stabbing into the ground repeatedly. Some of her chrysanthemums had been maimed by a stray rabbit, the bloody and tattered remains of which weren’t very far away.
Minatsuki glared in its direction and spat.
"Fucking selfish rodent." Minatsuki hated animals. She hated people. Why did she have to please anyone? All she asked was to live her life alone with her flowers. “Come on God, I don’t wanna kill anyone that badly.” she mutters, turning her attention back to the pitiful corpses of her newly bloomed chrysanthemums. “Just stop making people so obnoxious. We got a deal or what?”
The girl begrudgingly stood up, picked up the furry shreds that were once a hungry white bunny, and toted them back to a hole in the mulch. Fresh fertilizer.
Her blinding anger was something she wasn’t proud of. She couldn’t be able to hear someone passing if she tried, or perhaps she didn’t care anymore. The barely identifiable carcas was tossed lazily into the foot-or-so deep hole, the female killer swatting the blood from her gloves much like someone would after washing their hands, a fleck or two falling onto her shins and shoes.
she found herself notably cheering up, seeing how her attempt to atone for her wrongful flower picking was satisfying for the female. ib was hopeful to not screw anything else up. she smiled softly as the rose was taken away from her, the first one she was happy to let go of.
“ ah, that would be really nice… ! but, if you don’t want to, that’s fine. i’ve planted rose bushes a lot when i was at home. “ she would have preferred to do the planting alone, since it was only herself that was at fault but the offer was tempting. since her fellow schoolmate was a part of the academy’s gardening club, perhaps she had tips on gardening. also, it seemed like a good opportunity to make a friend! although, she was very much wrong on that part —
“ oh, my name is ib, by the way. what’s yours? “
Hiding her now slightly bloodied hand in her sleeve, her smile warmed into a friendly and welcoming one. “Minatsuki… It’s very nice to meet you.”
She raised the carmine rose to her nose and inhaled its scent fondly. “It’s really fine… being around my flowers calms me.” Minatsuki glanced up from her rose to behind Ib. “Follow me, I’ll show you to the gardening shed.” And that’s where she’d teach the kid some manners.
“Well, there’s always a chance to! I’m sure if you request for it at the faculty office, they can do something for you.” He speaks reassuringly, offering a courteous smile. “Just try to fit it in, if you really want to give it a try!”
“I’d be happy to write a recommendation letter, if you’d like to join.”
You really think that I should..?
Her smile widened, a delightful rosy blush dusting her cheeks as she nodded with a decisive look about. This guy wasn’t turning out to be as annoying as she thought, but his kindness really put her off. She hated something about it. Senseless warmth always seemed useless to her.
"T-Then I’ll see if I can! Thank you.. um, I never… got your name, Sensei.."
the sound of a quivering and teary voice made ib’s heart sink even more. what a terrible first day it was becoming! slowly rising from her position, she met eye to teary eye with a female student who looked devastated to know that someone had picked one of her gardening flowers. the younger deduced that just an apology wouldn’t be sufficient in the situation, especially since she pushed her to the verge of tears. in more ways than one.
she broke eye contact with the other, it was becoming increasingly difficult to look at her without feeling like the utmost worst person in the world. shuffling her feet a tad, the brunette wondered of what to do to perhaps stop the tears. in the end, she opted to pass the scarlet flower she held in her hand. “ i’m really sorry. you can take it if you want… and i promise to plant more roses for you. “
"It’s… really fine.. I swear! After all, it’s just one flower…" Minatsuki sniffled and rubbed back some stray tears, taking the rose and holding it in a hand at her side.
"But if that’s really what you want…" [That’s right bitch you’re not getting off easy.] “I’ll let you plant some, but… Maybe you’ll need my help.” A rather weak and pitiful smile was forced on her lips. “After all… I don’t remember seeing you in Gardening Club. We can plant more flowers together.”
She seemed calmer then, a significant weight obvious off of her shoulders as her smile grew a bit calmer. More like a perfect time to teach the brat a lesson.
Her rose-occupied hand went behind her back and clutched tight at the thorny stem in a furious fist, easily drawing the smallest bit of blood from her palm, just out of Ib’s view. Bloodletting wasn’t something she was shy do to at this point. She’d need it on the kid later anyway.
well, technically, it was an academy, but still, it was a clean slate for ib. now that she was at tancho and left behind the troubles of her younger years, perhaps now was the time to become a more confident and sociable person.
and maybe this could be a chance for her to find him again.
it had been quite some time since she last saw him; they reunited with each other after the incident, accompanied with sweets and tea. yet, after that one tea-date, their ties with each other were slowly severed until they had completely lost contact. now ib had no idea where he was.
but! keeping a positive outlook, she hoped to be able to find him again, especially since the academy was the talk of the town, if not, nation. the popularity must have attracted many people and there was a chance it might have attracted him! a smile grew on her lips at the thought of seeing the spidery hair of his once again.
the vision of red dotting a nearby bush caught her attention, releasing herself of her thoughts. it was funny how the slightly furled petals of a rose would bring back such horrific memories yet strike the brunette with a wonderful sort of nostalgia. she approached it, reaching downwards to touch the flower.
yet before she knew it, her fingers squeezed onto the stem, avoiding the thorns, and pulled the scarlet bloom out of the bush. perhaps she had subconsciously grown attached to the rose but the sudden realisation startled her, particularly after noticing the nearby “DO NOT PICK THE FLOWERS” sign.
and the presence of a stranger passing by worried her even more.
“ ah… !! i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to, i — “ a red tinge coloured her cheeks as ib bowed apologetically to the confused other. “ i-i’ll plant another one… ! please… don’t tell… “
Oh, how Minatsuki would’ve loved to tear the little brat’s eyes out. Her expression that was briefly smiling and harmless was threatening to break out into something from anybody’s nightmares. She felt her eye twitch, her hand moving to her earring as she began to approach Ib, just before the smaller girl noticed her. Not like Minatsuki had anything against killing little girls.
[cocksucking brat learn to fucking read i’m going to rip you open until i see bone and use the marrow for my lunch you little piece of SHI-]
But then Ib turned around and began apologizing. She promised to plant another, what bullshit. Kids were doomed to be little assholes no matter what. Minatsuki swallowed down her anger just before Ib came to notice. Tears coming to her eyes from the effort to not immediately tear her limb from limb, just managing a more timid voice.
"I… I suppose it’s fine… Just please, be more careful! These flowers are precious to me..!"
If this kid doesn’t hold true to planting more flowers, Minatsuki would make her taste her own innards.
His eyes widen just the slightest. “Well, that’s what art class is for!”
“People generally join the class because they want to learn more. It’s rare for students to come into the class with exceptional skills already.” He remarks, the tone of his voice now retaining more interest. “And having an extra curricular like that is always fun!”
"That’s a good point… now I wish I had signed up, especially since you seem so kind."
She small smile faded a bit and made way to a slightly troubled look, giving a sigh. “Perhaps I won’t get the chance, considering this is my last year. It’s too bad…” Minatsuki held her petunias close, as if that would console her.
“A senior? So this is your last year, then!” His smile twitches just the slightest — especially it being a courtesy smile. It was a bit difficult to maintain a cooler aura. And—…..
…what was she doing?
Her fidgeting caused him to shift his weight to the side a bit awkwardly. Was she…itchy somewhere? Garry brushes it off for the moment to answer her question.
“Actually, I’m a new teacher here! An art teacher, to be more specific. Are you taking an art class?”
"An art teacher..? Um, I need to think about that.."
Her eyes trail to the corner as she thinks to her schedule, mentally listing out her classes by period. “N.. No, I don’t believe so… I could never draw very well anyway…” She smiled shyly, staring down at her feet.”
There was something about her that just —…left the older male feeling slightly unusual. A shiver coursed down his spine. What exactly was this feeling? It felt awfully similar to something from the past…
He gives a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck gingerly. “Yeah, you could say that.” He didn’t seem to take notice of the way she stared so openly at his ‘unique’ hairstyle.
“I’m assuming you’re a student here, correct?” He coughs lightly, hoping to regain his composure. With the way he was acting, he’d be more like a student, than a teacher! His lips curve into a kind smile — similar to ones he’d give children.
—…but only because that was the only way of interacting he could possibly think of, since the students he took care of before were much younger. Ohh, boy.
Maybe if she pretends to give a shit she’ll get something. Anything. This was getting boring really fast.
"Y-Yes, I’m a senior! And are you…?" this was a somewhat legitimate question, considering it was a bit ambiguous with his appearance. the clay pot was now cradled in both of her arms, fingers, feet and toes alike fidgeting in ways she imagined any straight guy would eat right on up.
As he stood before the school campus, he intakes sharply — holding his breath for a moment before releasing it in an exaggerated sigh. This was it. This was the day where he was going to truly start changing things around. His first step towards a new goal. His pale violet locks is tousled by the wind as he takes a step closer, biting into his lower lip just the slightest.
Was he ready for this? To become an art teacher…?
Well, he certainly was good with children. In elementary school.
In a high school, on the other hand—….
That was a different story. Still, he didn’t see a reason to back out of this learning experience. If anything, he’ll pick things up. And perhaps, learn more of the artistic world himself. Quietly, his mind begins to wander — that is, until he his shoulder bumps lightly against another’s.
He immediately whips his attention towards the shorter female, looking slightly panicked. “O-Oh, sorry!” He hadn’t expected to be greeted so abruptly. The acknowledgments causes his mind to go blank for a moment before he finally speaks back to the younger girl. “Ah, yeah! Good morning.” He grins, albeit a little clumsily.
Minatsuki secured her flowers in her arms before resuming her kind greeting, keeping up her smile like a champ. If he made her drop the petunias, these white walls wouldn’t be so white anymore. She twirled a stray lock of her brown hair around her index finger shyly.
"It’s fine.. you seem to have a lot on your mind."
She let off her inner steam with a small charming and bashful giggle. This guy seemed like the dumb kind type that she hated so much.
[If I recall, Halloween was a week ago.] She gawked at his hair in her head, her expression not faltering even slightly.
The priest stops as a child runs by, causing him to lift a brow in mock distress to hide his amusement. He had not been here for a day yet, but apparently there was something occurring already. How fortuitous. He would not have to wait long to find something to occupy his time then.
He walked in the opposite direction of the student, heading toward the source that struck the fear in the heart of the other. He didn’t fear what awaited him at the end, even if common sense would dictate that he should avoid it. What did he have to fear? However, even then, he had enough intelligence to keep a modicum of caution upon him. There were great individuals within this premises. Great and terrible.
He spotted her, a young girl, not too remarkable in her features, yet certainly not bad to look at. However, that was not what caught his attention. There was a definite air of destruction surrounding her. She was not meant to be here, but here she was. She was a great danger to all around her. Lips raised in a smile at the thought.
“Yes. Good morning child. Might I ask what you did to frighten that poor student?”
"Frighten..? Who? I’m not certain I know what you mean, Sensei.."
She clutched her flowers close in false worry, anxiously tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. Minatsuki just not here, now was no time to be found out so early into the game. That would just make for unnecessary injuries on this old geezer’s side.
"Do I… seem frightening in some way?"
"I’m sorry…" Her eyes turned to the ground and tears welled up in her eyes. Not many people could conjure up tears like she could. She was damn proud of it. Now was especially no time to start a bad reputation with the faculty, that would just be a pain.
I can’t take this. I can’t take this. I can’t take this.
It’s sickening to her stomach. Everywhere she passes, there’s a smile. An awkward side glance turned into a friendly smile and then they’re gone on their merry way. Why? Why would anyone do this to the girl and force her to battle with what she’s been fighting? This isn’t prison. She isn’t playing in the Carnival Corpse. Literally nobody here is of use to her.
She could smile back, but that’ll only lead to unnecessary effort to keep up a kind facade. A scowl will cause unnecessary trouble. What did she want? She didn’t particularly want or need friends. Shit, this was too much to think about.
As the result of this inner turmoil, her face became contorted with both contempt and kindness and showed herself to be… less than welcoming, despite the pot of petunias in her arms.
Damn, she scared the fucking poor sap off. She stops to take a breath. Alright, she thinks, friends will be an advantage. Advantages are always good. If they annoy her, all she has to do is kill them, right? That’s all. Great. Then she can near piss herself from the pleasure she gets to see their guts on the wall. Perfect!
With this in mind, she’s able to conjure up a decent smile for the next person she runs into.