Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 21, 2008 15:50:06 GMT -8
The cops came in the morning, just as he was arriving at Akadou Academy. Bag slung over his shoulder, uniform purposely ruffled and out of realms of proper dress code, he walked past them without a second class. Through the empty hallways, towards the back end full of graffiti and broken glass. That was his classroom, where the troublemakers and the trash of the school got shoved off to. Not that he wasn't used to that by now.
He'd been at the door when they'd finally realized it was him that had passed them, all arrogance and cool indifference. Like he knew they were there for him, but hey, why shouldn't they be? Why would HE be a suspect? Fine.
"Kazama Kaito." Head officer. Burly. Lacking in the brain department.
Kaito sighed in exasperation, turning and leaning against the door frame of his classroom in one movement. "What?"
It was then that he was led to the school director's office upstairs. A full room of teachers, stern faces and accusations.
"Where were you last night at 10pm?" the officer asked, beginning a series of berating questions that would only serve to irritate Kaito.
"Home." There was disbelief, of course. But Kaito took it in stride, slouching in the director's chair as if he owned the place, looking utterly bored.
"Home, huh? Have anyone to verify that?"
Silence. He didn't. But what of it?
"Couldn't be your ol' mom? No. She's been working as a hostess. What was her name? Sara-chan? Must be such a disgrace to have a son like you? Leftover trash that needs to be looked after. Always causing trouble for-"
"Oy! You leave her out of this!" There were few things that got Kaito to the point of unrestrained rage and violence, but bring in his mother.... call him trash...
He was out of the chair before anyone knew what was happening, and when his fist collided with the cop's face, it was sure to feel more like a block of ice that anything human. The teachers swarmed, trying to hold him back. Fists were swung, the room grew colder. Breath streamed out of mouths in fine mists in the room, and with eyes wide, the look of someone who'd lost their mind, Kaito threw down each teacher.
"Bastard!" If he could just get at that cop.... just get hold of him. He'd show him just what this piece of trash could do. A cold room? A few hits? No. He could do worse. He could freeze his insides, smash him like a pane of glass. He could do so much worse.
It was that day, with the fighting, and all the words tossed around, that he was expelled. No one at the school would miss someone they considered such trash. And the cop.... well, when he'd managed to get away, had thought to have Kaito arrested and thrown into jail. But Kaito.... with nothing left to hold him back in Japan, he'd made a run for it. Where to, not even his mother knew, but some could guess where he'd head.
There were people to destroy out there, after all.
He'd been at the door when they'd finally realized it was him that had passed them, all arrogance and cool indifference. Like he knew they were there for him, but hey, why shouldn't they be? Why would HE be a suspect? Fine.
"Kazama Kaito." Head officer. Burly. Lacking in the brain department.
Kaito sighed in exasperation, turning and leaning against the door frame of his classroom in one movement. "What?"
It was then that he was led to the school director's office upstairs. A full room of teachers, stern faces and accusations.
"Where were you last night at 10pm?" the officer asked, beginning a series of berating questions that would only serve to irritate Kaito.
"Home." There was disbelief, of course. But Kaito took it in stride, slouching in the director's chair as if he owned the place, looking utterly bored.
"Home, huh? Have anyone to verify that?"
Silence. He didn't. But what of it?
"Couldn't be your ol' mom? No. She's been working as a hostess. What was her name? Sara-chan? Must be such a disgrace to have a son like you? Leftover trash that needs to be looked after. Always causing trouble for-"
"Oy! You leave her out of this!" There were few things that got Kaito to the point of unrestrained rage and violence, but bring in his mother.... call him trash...
He was out of the chair before anyone knew what was happening, and when his fist collided with the cop's face, it was sure to feel more like a block of ice that anything human. The teachers swarmed, trying to hold him back. Fists were swung, the room grew colder. Breath streamed out of mouths in fine mists in the room, and with eyes wide, the look of someone who'd lost their mind, Kaito threw down each teacher.
"Bastard!" If he could just get at that cop.... just get hold of him. He'd show him just what this piece of trash could do. A cold room? A few hits? No. He could do worse. He could freeze his insides, smash him like a pane of glass. He could do so much worse.
It was that day, with the fighting, and all the words tossed around, that he was expelled. No one at the school would miss someone they considered such trash. And the cop.... well, when he'd managed to get away, had thought to have Kaito arrested and thrown into jail. But Kaito.... with nothing left to hold him back in Japan, he'd made a run for it. Where to, not even his mother knew, but some could guess where he'd head.
There were people to destroy out there, after all.