-May 5th-
Toko pov:
"Y-You! Where's master!"
Yasuhiro: W-Why would I know? I hate talking to that guy.
"Ugh! Useless!"
I stomped down the hall, in my anger I stopped paying attention and bumped into someone.
"W-Watch where your..."
It's him, Jacket stood there, he got down on one knee and picked up... another jacket?
Jacket: They forget to teach you manners?
He's talking? Then why was he... Urgh! I don't have time to waste here!
Jacket: If you're looking for that Byakuya guy, I saw him get into a black car, I asked around and they said he's leaving town for a few months.
"W-What!?"
Why would master leave me like that!? Is it because of how I smell? Idiot! Stupid! I'm so dumb!
Jacket: Have you seen Leon around?
"Ugh... With Hiro in the classroom."
Jacket: Thanks, see ya, Babe.
There he goes, there's something about him that's just not right, it's like he wasn't moving, at all, he wasn't breathing either...
I'm still curious what makes him do it... He seems... Mostly sound.
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Y/N pov:
"Leon."
Leon: Holy- H-Hey man, Uh... Jacket, Right?
"You using that?"
I pointed at the bat in his hand.
Leon: Oh, no, I just finished practice and-
"Can I borrow it?"
Leon: Sure, you can have it!
Leon handed me the bat. I shook my head, telling him that it was his.
"I'll return it in roughly the same condition."
He seemed a little less worried, considering what i am I can understand why at the very least.
Leon went back to talking with that colorful music girl from the other class.
As i walked through the halls i felt a nagging voice telling me to turn around in my head.
It wasn't until I reached the school gate that i did it. When i looked back i saw nothing, but walked back over regardless.
"..."
I slung the bat around a nearby tree, grabbed it by the top and pulled it back against the tree.
"Why are you following me."
???: C-Can't... B-Bre...ath...
I let go of one end of the bat, the stalker fell to the ground.
Toko choked on her own breath, grabbing her throat as I pressed the bat to her head.
"Talk."
Toko: I-I was... Bored.
...
Toko: T-That hurt, a lot...
She got on her knees and held a hand to her neck, a red, bat shaped bruise across it, I sighed and got down next to her.
"Lemme see."
Toko: N-No it's F-Fine.
"I said, let me see."
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FanfikceJacket... a name not many people knew, but those who did feared it, though he's the last one to brag, he actually doesn't speak at all, with the assistance of his tape recorder he can speak his mind, his triumphs in Miami and D.C immortalized his na...
