The Hierophant's March

The Kujo Family

Everything after that went by like a flash. The teacher slapping Jotaro across the face, the cigarrete flying out of his mouth & falling to the floor before the teacher stepped on it. Jotaro's teal eyes piercing through the teacher's very soul in anger before jumping off his seat to attack them. Some people screamed, some people encouraged them, & some ran away. Noriaki just watched it all go down in shock. It was all so unreal to him. By the end of the class, or whatever that was, Noriaki was left by the rest of the class to clean the mess the fight had left behind itself.

He cautiously looked around the classroom & out the door. When he was totally sure he was alone, his blank expression changed into a smile.

-Ok, I think you can come out now. – Noriaki whispered to what seemed to be himself. Only a few people would've been able to witness the shiny green tentacles that came out of his back. When he turned around, he found his best friend, his only friend: What seemed to be a ghost, or some sort of melon green spirit. He had always had him besides him, ever since he was a child. He'd be practically lost without him.

-We should probably start cleaning this mess...- Noriaki pointed at the said mess: chairs & tables knocked down, papers all over the floor & even a small puddle with both the teacher & the boy's blood. The spirit unraveled into tentacles again & started picking up the chairs & tables while Noriaki picked up the papers & threw them in the trash. Almost anyone that walked in would've seen the tables floating, but nobody came. After the spirit put the tables back down, Noriaki cleaned the blood off the floor with a cloth. He even sprayed a bit of room deodorizer around, since the lung burning smell of the smoke still remained.

-Can you clean the windows, Hierophant? - Noriaki asked pushing aside the spraying bottle, the water bucket & the wiper washer, as if asking an invisible green spirit to do chores for you was the most natural thing in the world. The spirit pouted how it could, having just eyes on its face. -Come on, you don't have the risk of falling out while cleaning the outside of the windows, now, do you? - but Hierophant still refused. –No one's going to see you; Everyone's still cleaning their own classrooms. –Hierophant raised a hand with his pinky out right at Noriaki, making the sound of someone trying to speak underwater that Noriaki seemed to understand. –Promise. - Noriaki & Hierophant intertwined their pinkies, & Hierophant did as he was told while Noriaki cleaned the blackboard. After the cleaning was done, Noriaki grabbed his backpack.

-Ok, time to go, Hierophant. - & so Hierophant went into Noriaki's backpack & they walked out of the classroom. They were walking down the hallways to get to the front door & leave, when...

-By the way, Ms. Kujo, why isn't Mr. Kujo here?

-Oh, my husband is on a tour. He's always very busy, I hope you understand.

-Do you hear that, Hierophant? – Noriaki whispered. – Can you check where it comes from? – A green tentacle crawled out of the boy's backpack & followed the conversation into the meeting room.

-I understand, what my boy did wasn't correct, but facts are Mx. Aoyama hit him first-

-& he hit back. Various times actually. The teacher lost a couple of teeth today.

Noriaki followed the noise to a supposedly empty classroom. He stood in the corner of the hallway, & he saw Jotaro sitting on the floor next to a closed door. He had bandages all over his body, he was even holding a bag with ice to his right eye. Hierophant was still listening to the inside of the room.

-Ms. Kujo, you have to get a hold on that kid. This is not the first time he beats someone up, & it's not the first time we've called you here either.