Super Sekken Story 1: The Ki to the Headmaster

Vol. 3, Ch. 8: The Mysterious Necklace

I sat alone the rest of class, getting the first ten or so pages read. Considering I was still alone, that meant that Megami hadn't returned from the bathroom, which worried me. ("Megami? She's not back yet...") I looked around the gym and there still was no sign of her here. Was it her allergies? Did it get so bad that she was stuck in the bathroom? Is she upset? She just... disappeared. Thankfully that supervising teacher was still there, so I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom. I could finish the rest of my work later, I was more focused on finding her.

    The gym is at the center of the building, so it was surrounded by bathrooms for people to go into. There were two boys rooms, two girls rooms, and two gender neutral bathrooms total on the east and west sides of the gym. Some days Megami goes into the female bathrooms to use, some days into the gender neutral bathrooms, but I never see her go into the mens room, so I knew I had at least four bathrooms to look at while I was just at the gym.

    First I would check the east female bathroom, knocking on the door. No response. I opened the door and looked inside, finding that all of the stalls were open. This eliminates that spot. I would then leave to the east gender neutral bathroom, then knocking on that door. No response. ("Where are you, Megami... where did you run off too? I hope you're okay...") I pondered while I steadily walked down to the west side of the gym. Once I reached the west gender neutral, I would knock on the door once more.

A response.
    "It's taken!" the voice wasn't Megami's, so I just quickly apologized before heading to the female bathroom. I was hoping that one would be the one where Megami was in, but, before I could even knock on the door, that answer came. Out of the female bathroom, a taller pale woman with bobbed hair and beautiful violet highlights walked out. Though she was pretty, she did not look anything like Megami, thus meaning it wasn't who I was looking for. I apologized for how rude I was for standing outside of the door. I then hung my head down and looked inside the bathroom myself.

"Megamiiiii, are you in heeere?" I called out in this last bathroom while looking around the place. No matter how much I looked though, she wasn't in sight. I looked down to the ground and sighed, closing my eyes in a relieved tone, quietly saying to myself: "Of course you did... this isn't the first time you left a study hall like this. You're probably just asking a lot of questions about an assignment." I was convinced that my question was finally answered, so I could transition classes with some relief in my heart.

Remember when I said that I wouldn't know where my life would be without Megami? I wasn't kidding about that, you know? I worry about her all of the time! She's always so small, frail, and lonely, that I can't help but feel bad for her. She's pretty much been this way since the day I met her. As kids in Elementary School, I met her on the playground when some older students who were just being real nasty pushed her off of the slide during recess, and into the wood chips. I happened to be there to help her up. As soon as I did so, I took her to the teachers to tell them about what happened.

Though I got teased by those older students and called a 'snitch' or a 'tattle tale', they were the ones that got suspended, so that was all that mattered to me. It was from that day on, Megami and I's friendship bloomed. Every day since I first met her, I learned something valuable about myself, my skills, and how to communicate with others! I can't help but be thankful I met her, even though she is the butt of most students' jokes

Though I try to stand up for her, there were still some days where I couldn't. This was especially true in Junior High. The lunches at Junior High were a lot pricier than Elementary School and High School, but the quality was much greater. Megami could only do school lunches due to having little clue how to make a proper meal for herself (On the days she tried, she usually just packed slices of cheese and uncooked rice). Because she always had money on her, she would end up being the center of robbery by other students. These kids took that money and either split it among themselves, used it to bribe teachers, or buy snacks from the cafeteria before selling them later for profit. They called themselves 'Clan Dei Diavoli' ("Clan of the Devils"). It was an extremely edgy name that only lasted the first few years before they were renamed to 'I-35'. Clan of Devils, I-35, whatever their names ended up being, it always hurt the same to see them cause my friend so much pain. Sometimes she sat there for days on end with no lunch, and all I could do was watch her mourn. I always tried to offer her my lunch, but she more often than not refused it.