Comments: there are really no spoilers in this story, if you even know WHO Kireta-Chan (Aoi) is , then you have read the second volume. And that is all there is so far. So there are no spoilers here.
Disclaimer:
see prologue, too lazy to write it again.
I’M SOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED!!!!!!!, Aoi thought to himself as soon
as he entered his new classroom. Everyone looks like they have more money
then they know what to do with it. I know what to do with it, spend it on
hacking material. But not everyone here is as smart as I am. HEH their loss.
Perhaps I can help them use their money for the better good of mankind,
ME!!!!!!!!! Gee I wonder how long it takes to cook a turkey???? Oh look
more students are coming in. I wonder what desk is mine, doesn’t matter I like
this one. Lets just see them try to take it away from me.
Aoi sat down at his new desk and proceeded to set up his laptop and minidisk player. Aoi could never think properly, if he didn’t have one of his favourite bands playing at full volume in his ears. Carefully sifting though his huge collection of minidisks, that he had brought to school with him, Aoi chose one that had the name Karma Sutre written on it. They were a good band, had a nice beat and would be sure to bug the other students when they heard it playing, and yes he would play it loud enough for them to hear it.
Slowly more and more people started to enter the high-tech classroom to meet up with old “friend” from last year. Though by the looks of it, none of them were really friends with anybody. They all seemed to be sucking up to someone. And those who were being sucked up to, sucked up to other people. At the very top of this food chain was a cold faced young man, who looked like he could care less if his group of “friends” were there or not. Aoi couldn’t help but think he had found the biggest prep of them all. He later found out that his name was Kouki Kugyou. The boy had short dark brown hair that fell into his eyes, Gee how can he wear his hair like that, thought Aoi. He had a good posture as well as an air about him that said “Hey I am better than you ha ha ha. This guy just had to be the leader of all the others. Aoi didn’t care one way or the other if this boy was really that stuck up. All the people here were the same, he just seemed like a good ambassador for them all. Aoi made a memo on his compute to himself, to make sure to annoy Kugyou-“sama”. Maybe this guy could help get him expelled.
Aoi started to type into his laptop the stats he could find for each of the students, stuff like, looks, distinguishing marks, where they stood in the food chain, and other such visible things. The stats he couldn’t get from looking at them he hacked from the school records and then added them to his files. Not a bad way to spend the morning. But….. not a good way either, he was still bored.
A few minutes before the bell rang, a perky looking girl entered the
classroom. She looked like she was ready to take on the world. She stopped at
the door looking around the classroom in delight and with a huge smile. Aoi
looked back down at his computer when he thought she had her eyes on him. Aoi
could tell immediately that she was not of the same species as the rest of the
class. His only thoughts were hmmmm this could get interesting…oh look a
pencil, and it has been sharpened. Wow…
The girl’s eyes landed on Aoi’s future target,
Kouki himself, and she immediately started to scream “TROWL-KUN!!!!” Aoi
almost fell out of his seat in laughter. This was too good to be true. Here was
this girl, who OBVIOUSLY didn’t belong here, calling the leader of the “Who
can suck up to me more” club, TROWL-KUN. And just where did she get that from
he wondered. OHHH there just had to be a good story behind that one. He was
hoping for a look of shock on Ice-Face-sama, but to Aoi’s great displeasure,
Kouki just ignored the girl as she pleaded, “It’s me Tanpopo Yamazaki!!”. Man
that guy just ruins a great scandal opportunity.
Tanpopo tried her best to convince Kouki that he knew her, but he
wouldn’t budge. Aoi almost felt sorry for her, but didn’t because the
whole thing was just too funny. The class then stood up to leave for the opening
ceremonies. It took all of his will power not to follow the little group that
were huddled around Kouki and Tanpopo. Aoi had to finish his betting on E-Bay,
and couldn’t afford the time it took to follow the little group, lest he lose
the chance of buying the limited edition Princess Diana’s Used Spoons. Who WOULDN’T
want those…?
He followed
the teacher and found himself in the huge auditorium and sat himself down as far
away from his class as possible. While the school was still finding their seats,
he found time to buy the spoons and enter the data about Tanpopo. He learned
that she was a poor student who lived on her own in the city. She had made it
into this school by exams. Unbelievable, she actually WANTED to come here.
She must have a few cards short of a deck, he thought to himself.
Suddenly a little light on his computer went off and a little window popped
up with the words “You’ve Got Mail” on it. OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh look
e-mail. DAMN it is junk mail. I will hunt the bastards down who sent this to me.
One day I will make them pay…OOOHHHH look more e-mail. Damn it’s from MOM, “Hi
Honey, Don’t do anything stupid. Have a good day J,
love mom” Damn how does she know!!!!! It is like she is physic or can read
minds or something. OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhheven even
more e-mail, “No I am not and no I can’t. I just know you to
well. Love mom J”.
Aoi merely sighed to himself and started to trace the senders of the Junk
e-mail. It was not as if he had listened to his mom before, why start now.
It took him a
few minutes to realize that a man with an incredibly boring monotone voice, was
speaking in front of the entire school. The man then called Kouki up to the
podium, probably to say a few words to the school, as if they or he even cared.
Aoi wondered what had happened to the girl. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so
he simply assumed they had killed her. Why not, seemed like they didn’t
like her much, I would kill people I didn’t like…if my mom hadn’t hidden
my knife. DAMN HER!!!! To his surprise the girl, who looked like she was
about to cry or had just been crying, came running into the auditorium carrying
a dandelion. She didn’t look to be very dead, but the dandelion did. Ha,
he thought, a dandelion caring a dandelion (for those who don’t know
Tanpopo is Japanese for dandelion.). Gee I wonder if I should get my haircut,
or maybe turn it blue. Yeah that would be nice. His thoughts quickly turned
back to the girl as she started screaming at Kouki. Something about making him
her friend, this girl was a riot. Aoi wondered if she had considered doing stand
up comedy. He would sure buy a ticket, or would he…
By the time
the teachers had gotten Tanpopo to come down, Aoi had already sold half the
school’s supplies on the net and then thought better of it and bought it back
on the black market. Ahh, the Internet these days, what couldn’t you do on it?
The whole school couldn’t stop talking about the scandalous events that
just taken place. Aoi couldn’t help but laugh at their stupidity. If they
thought THAT was scandalous, just wait until he was done learning all of their
precious little secrets. Preps just weren’t the brightest crayons in the box.
By the time
Aoi got home his mom was already waiting for him to confiscate any weapons he
may have accumulated during the day. He hadn’t gotten any, but was sure to act
like he had. He didn’t mind bugging her at all. It was just karma anyways. She
was just as bad a kid in the 60’s and 70’s with her parents. Just where do
you think Aoi got his slight uhhh “mental imbalance” from anyways. What goes
around comes around.
After supper Aoi had a quick shower or two or three to get out all the gel in his hair and then sat down at his trusty laptop and started to write a well thought out diary of the days events. “Dear Diary…School was boring.” He noticed his mother had gotten him a new alarm clock. It locked like it could survive a severe blow from a knife, but he knew better. Aoi got out two knives and laid them down on his nightstand. He then got into his warm snugly bed and turned out the lights by throwing one of the knives at the light switch. The other would be used in the morning again. Tomorrow would be boring too. So he would just have to improvise. He couldn’t wait.