NO, THAT'S WRONG! ~~Naegami~~

Chapter 2: Such Ignorance

As Makoto, Asahina, and Ogami finally made it to the main hall of the school, they were greeted by 13 other students looking at them as they burst through the doors. Despite their best efforts, they had arrived a bit late. That was probably due to Makoto slowing them down, he reckoned. Asahina was a professional athlete, and you could tell just by looking at Ogami that she was also in peak physical condition. So it stood to reason that the only reason they had arrived late was Makoto. Suddenly a strong voice cut through Makoto's thoughts.

   "Are you going to stand there like imbeciles for any longer, or are you going to let us get on with the opening ceremony? It's not great form to be late on the first day, you know." Makoto swivelled his head from side to side until he caught sight of who had said that. And what a sight it was.

   The boy's medium length blonde hair fell neatly around his shoulders, framing his sharp-featured face perfectly. Thin, wire-rimmed glasses glinted in the light as he stared coolly at Makoto with his ice-blue eyes. His mouth was twisted into a sneer as he spoke. The boy was wearing a dark green suit with a matching tie that criss-crossed under his collar. He was very well dressed and very, very attractive. What? Why are you thinking those things, Makoto you idiot! he thought to himself as he felt heat rise to his cheeks.

   "Well? Are you going to answer or are you going to stand there red-faced like a tomato?" The boy spoke sternly and firmly, leaving no room for argument.

   "S-sorry." Makoto began, "We lost track of time and we got here as fast as we- as I- could." The boy scoffed but turned his head away from them sharply. But, apparently, the conversation wasn't over.

   "Hey!" Asahina shouted from beside him, "Who do you think you are, talking to people like that? You aren't better than us, you know!" The boy stiffened but turned around slowly, so slowly, with a cruel smile. As he did so, Makoto felt himself go pale. Because he finally remembered who this person was, and he was not the sort of person you'd want to cross.

   "Are you honestly saying you don't recognise me? Such ignorance would usually lead to you being banished from my presence, but I suppose I'll make an exception just this once." Okay, maybe he wasn't that attractive. Makoto couldn't stand people who thought they were better than everyone else. The boy continued, "My name is Byakuya Togami, heir apparent to the Togami Corporation, the most powerful company in the world. I am the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. So, unfortunately, I do have to disagree with your earlier statement. I am better than you. I'm better than all of you combined. So don't talk to me like we're equals. In fact, try not to talk to me at all. Now, can we please get back to the opening ceremony?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned away from us with a derisive huff. What an absolute prick, Makoto thought to himself. He decided he was absolutely going to do what Togami wanted. He never intended to talk to that boy again.

   He didn't have long to keep thinking about him though, because pretty soon, everyone was introducing themselves to each other. 

   "Hey, dude, I'm Mondo Owada." said a tall boy wearing a black jacket and with, quite frankly, ridiculous hair, like an orange corn on the cob. "I'm the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader."

   "N-nice to meet you, Owada."

   "Hell yeah!" Next Makoto was approached by a petite girl with short brown hair, who introduced herself as Chihiro Fujisaki.

   "I'm the Ultimate Programmer, so if you need any help with computers or anything, you can come and find me, okay?"

   "Sure thing!"

   "Yaay!" Next came someone that Makoto hadn't needed any research to recognise. Her face was plastered all over magazine covers everywhere.

   "I'm Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista! Feel free to chat anytime, kay?"