SENIORITIS (Ishimondo)

1. Detention (again)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru and Mondo Owada had been at each other's throats for about an hour.
"Oh believe me, Owada, I'm not jealous by any means. Now if you would shut your trap and return to your seat, I might actually be able to get some work done, UNLIKE YOU." Taka snarled, past his breaking point.
He already had a headache, and being asked to manage detention today meant it would only be getting worse. He didn't usually mind, being president of the morals committee required him to fill in for detention, but today....today he was there with Mondo, who seemed to love making Kiyotaka's life difficult.
"Yeah no, FUCK that. I'm not gonna be letting some SPOILED ASS RICH BOY tell me what to FUCKING do!" Mondo pounded his fist down onto Taka's desk, sending his pencil case off the desk to the ground. The sound of pens clattering and rolling filled the long empty silence that followed. Mondo would have almost felt bad for being so physically violent, if the prefect wasn't so damn annoying.
"Who exactly do you think I am?" Taka said with his eyes down at the work in front of him, suddenly quiet.
This made Mondo's train of thought screech to a halt. He noticed how the air in the room had shifted.
"I- s..some dorky ass nark, I don't fucking know! A pain in my ASS? How about that?" He yelled, further invading Ishimaru's personal space. They were only about a foot apart or less now.
"I'm not rich." Taka seethed, looking up suddenly. Red eyes pierced Mondo's rough outer shell, causing him to recoil. They stood there eye to eye for several quiet seconds. Taka's dark irises flickered back and forth, scanning Mondo's subconscious, like he was reading into his deepest secrets and fears. It scared him.
"I just- I just figured-" Mondo stuttered.
"You don't know me. Don't act like you do." He looked back down at his schoolwork.
The biker was too stunned to speak. Kiyotaka had never clapped back at him this hard before, and never with this much composure. Mondo backed off a bit.
"What the fuck...?" He muttered. He must have struck a serious nerve with this dude.
There was a pause, as if Taka was debating on even opening his mouth again.
"Ishimaru." Taka said, right before the school bell chimed for the last bus of the day.
"Whaddya mean, like that piece of shit Prime Minister from Japan?"
"It's my name. Kiyotaka Ishimaru."
"Oh...shit." The pieces were starting to fit together. "Uh- So are you.....related to..."
"Unfortunately, yes. He is my grandfather. As I'm sure you understand, my family isn't exactly well off after all of that." He paused, standing up. "Detention is dismissed."
Taka began filing away his homework into folders and tucking them back into his backpack.
"Hey man, I - I didn't mean to..." Mondo stuttered, suddenly aware of the comment's impact.
Everyone in America knew about the Ishimaru family after Toranosuke Ishimaru, who was only Prime Minister of Japan for about seven months before getting into a huge scandal and being promptly removed from office. He became a laughingstock in a multitude of countries. This had caused all of the Ishimaru companies the man had built to collapse, famously leaving the family in crippling debt from all the legal fees. It became an untrustworthy name, and one of the old man's kids had been kicked off the American police force because of it.
He hadn't heard anything about the family in years, though, mostly just things his parents and brother had told him.
"Did you not hear the bell? You're more than welcome to tear out of here on that obnoxious motorcycle of yours." Taka hissed, bending to collect the contents of his pencil case.
Mondo sighed and dropped to one knee. Taka glanced at him, surprise in his eyes, and watched stunned as he started helping. Mondo was collecting his pens and highlighters from the floor in his large calloused hands.
"Thanks..." He mumbled, taking the handful of writing utensils from Mondo.
"Least I could do."
Taka scoffed, collecting the last of his things and zipping his bag.
"What, did I say something funny, you piece of shit?" Mondo growled, grabbing his beat up bookbag from the chair at the back of the class.
There it was. Back to normal.
"No, it was just...I mean considering all the trouble you give me, it is the least you could do."
"What, now you want me to be doin fucking favors for ya?"
"I'd say I'm content with my situation." Kiyotaka said. "But if it really is eating away at your conscious, you could always start going to study hall before school." Taka waited at the door, watching Mondo yank a ring of keys out of his pocket and throw his bag over his shoulder.
"Saying I'm stupid or something?" He scowled at Taka, catching up and leaving the classroom together for the first time ever.
"Not neccisarily. However, I am saying that it's only week four and your grades are tanking."
"WHAT?!" Mondo yelled. How did that little asshole know that?
"Did you forget? I'm a Teaching Assistant in two of your classes." Taka said, running a hand through his short, black hair and descending the stairs in step with Mondo.
"You suck so much ass, dude." Mondo scowled, rolling his keyring between his fingers. They jingled gently with each step down.
They finished descending the steps in awkward silence, aside from the clicking of the shorter's black boots and the rattling of keys.
Once at the bottom, he turned on his heel towards Mondo and spoke.
"Well, I'm in 207 every morning hosting the study hall. If I see you, I see you."
Taka extended a hand, an offer of peace, at least for the time being.
Mondo looked down and back up at the hall moniter. He sighed, met their hands and shook firmly.
"Yeah. Guess so." Mondo said reluctantly. There was more force behind the well manicured hand then he was expecting.
Taka huffed, nodding his head curtly as a goodbye. He seemed to compose himself before marching his way hurriedly down the hall towards the bus stops.
"That was weird." A voice said from behind. He turned to find his buddy Leon, lugging his duffel bag, book bag, and backpack down the stairs. "What did that little dweeb want?"
"Leon! Dude I forgot baseball meetings were today!" Mondo rushed up a few steps, and snatched up the one he knew was the heaviest, the duffel bag. "I seriously don't know how you're not more jacked than me, carrying this shit around." He teased, referencing the probably close to 70 pounds of stuff that his friend carried on the daily.
"Me neither, man. I hate it, it's half baseball shit." Leon laughed. "What're you doing this weekend?" Leon asked hopefully. They hadn't spent much time together lately and as much as either of them would hate to say it, they missed just hanging out. After all, they'd been friends since grade school.
The two started walking towards the parking lot.
"Not sure. Daiya's gonna be home."
"You guys going riding then?" Leon asked, leading Mondo to his dented and scratched up Ford. He unlocked the doors and let Mondo heave the bag into the backseat.
"No actually, we're gonna eat fucking ice cream and have a peachy time at the beach. What do you think, dumbass?"
They both laughed.
"Alright, see ya bro, let me know if you're free. Thanks for the help!"
Mondo stepped back, watching Leon climb into his car. He waved goodbye and turned, spotting his motorcycle 10 spots down. The parking lot was mostly empty at this point, with most extracurriculars having just started up not many people had even joined yet. Mondo walked across empty parking spaces, humming to himself.
'Study hall....there's no way I'm going to that.' he thought. 'Such bullshit.'
Arriving at his parking spot, he opened the back hatch of his bike and tossed his bag carelessly in, having to go back and tuck the strap in so it wouldn't be hanging out on the way home.
As he straddled the worn seat, the thought of Kiyotaka and his offer would not leave his mind. The thought of his reaction... It was so...out of character. He didn't expect to have upset Ishimaru that badly.
'Fuck me...' Mondo thought, exasperated.
He put the key into his bike and turned it, letting the vibrations from the engine between his legs calm his racing mind.