AT THE SCHOOL GATES

"You know I'll be eating during break. Or sleeping. Whichever comes first. Oh, by the way, I've got Inari sushi for lunch today- What'd you get? Unless you didn't bring lunch from home this time." He asked cheerfully, completely oblivious to Nero's mood. He expected the next line, however- Some form of it always escaped the Italian's mouth after Honoku's daily beating.

"Oi, oi, you remember what happened last time you tried to do that?" He certainly did- Mostly because it had happened yesterday and they went through this routine EVERY. DAMN. DAY. If he hadn't intervened, Shinyuu would've sent Nero to the hospital. Ayachi looked up, noticing Shizu. He grinned. Today he felt like stirring up some trouble- Not that anyone would be able to tell what he was thinking because as usual, no one thought he could think at all. "Hi Shizuzu-chan~!"

Students who were milling through the gates froze, and the temperature went down a couple notches. Did Yamamoto Ayachi, one of the (much less)feared Yamamoto Twin, just call Hibari Shizu by a pet name? He grinned obliviously, waving at her as he herded Honoku and Nero through the school gates.

Activating shit storm in five... Four... Three... Two...

IN A TREE ON SCHOOL GROUNDS

Shinyuu had been relaxing on a thick branch, humming quietly to himself with a content smile. His good mood usually never lasted this long, and he was rather grateful that it did this time. Beating the crap out of Sawada was more satisfying than usual, too.

It was almost like he wouldn't be able to do it again for a long time. But that was ridiculous- What was that? He could have sworn he saw a flash of something on the roof. His attention was draw to a commotion by the gates, however, and looked to see his brother and his friends going through it with a frozen crowd of students. He smirked at Honoku's sorry state, but then noticed that his wounds were particularly bad this time.

...He actually felt kind of guilty. It really wasn't Honoku's fault his dad was coming to visit, and it never was Honoku's fault that he was such fun bully-bait... But fuck it, he needed stress relief. It wasn't like he gave a damn how his victims felt! He definitely wasn't feeling guilty and his stomach was all weird because he must've eaten something bad! And he definitely wasn't pouting about his moral dilemma, dammit! It was a frightening scowl of rage! Unadulterated, cruel and merciless fury!