F*cked Up High

Petala Rubra

"Do you understand what you're doing here? To go against me is to make me an enemy."

"Shut up and fight me!"

Hmph. Does he not know what he's doing, or is he just that dense? Perhaps I haven't made myself known to the school enough for them to take me seriously. If I have to prove a point using him as an example, then I'll gladly do so.

Rose vines crawl up onto my upper face and create a mask around my eyes. One may wonder, what is the point of the mask? Is it to hide my identity? Perhaps that was the purpose at one point, but it wasn't the reason for it now. Is it for fashion? Although I have stated before that I take my appearance seriously, I focus more on my clothing outside of battle. If it's neither of those reasons, then why do I don this mask created by my greenery? It's rather simple. I wear this mask to become one with my flowers. While I am in battle, my flowers are not just something for me to change and create art out of, my flowers are instead extensions of my body that I give the same amount of importance as my arm or leg.

I pull out a rose with my right hand and hold onto the stem. It begins to transform, the stem extending from the bottom, making a large loop around my fingers and reconnecting at the bottom of the petals, which slowly morphed into a large, outwardly curved, single-edged blade. Keeping my eyes on my target, I spin the blade around my wrist and point it toward the ground before fixing my posture, my feet aligning into an L position. I bring the blade up, saluting Kaito. "De custodia tua. On your guard." This was how I initiated every battle, but it seems that it may have provoked Kaito even more. The boy yells, beginning to sprint towards me with his claws wide open to attack. It seems to me that his claws are his use of attack. To win a battle, one must render the opposition unable to fight, so I shall do just that. Kaito lunges toward me with one claw, extending his opposite hand back. I let go of my blade and slid his arm off the back of mine. I transformed the blade back into a vine and forced it to wrap around his hand. The rose petals morphed into a drill and stabbed through his wrist before they began to contort back around his hand. Due to being intensified with his blood, the petals and vine became reinforced. I bent my knee inward and kicked his back, pushing him away from me and causing him to skid on the ground, stopping himself by digging his other set of claws into the dirt. He coughs and strains from my attacks. Already halfway done.

"Shit!" The boy says as he tries clawing off the petals, but realizing it was useless. I was never one for cussing; I thought it was rather vile. However, I saw no true purpose in saying it. All you are doing by saying those things is letting the people around you know you have no filter. Kaito growled. "C'mere!" He says bringing his restrained arm back. Ah, I see. Still trying to use it as a blunt way of attacking it seems. Kaito mindlessly throws his arm forward. I duck and throw up a small daisy flower, transforming its blades into sharp edges and forcing it to rotate around his arm, causing a long, spiral cut to trail from his wrist to his shoulder. He screamed, bringing his other arm up and launching a flurry of attacks. He swipes from the lower left of his body, causing my reaction to whip at his left shoulder with a rose vine hidden under my brace, ripping through his clothing and leaving a scar on his skin. Predictable. He brings his arm back and rotates his hand to swipe left and attack my face, leaving his chest open and allowing me to step back and throw a tulip at his abdomen, transforming it into a spike and lodging it inside his body. Expected. Kaito brought his arms back and quickly slammed them on the ground. Obvious. I jump out of the way before they come in contact with me and land without a scratch on me. I look at the impact he left on the ground, the floor closing inwards where he struck. If I were to be hit by any of those attacks, they would most likely be quite fatal. However, attacks are useless if you fail to hit them.

Kaito pulled the daisy out of his right arm, but it already left a large mark. His arm dripping with blood, with the material of the sweater he wore inserted into his flesh, he panted, trying to look tough but obviously in pain. "Slippery freak! Let. Me. Hit you!" The student again mindlessly raised his claw and began rushing toward me. Inches before tearing at my body, Kaito suddenly stopped. He looked past me to find Harley covering her mouth and crying. I turn my head to the right and look back at her. Hm. How cliché. "Kaito... What are you doing?" Harley says stepping back, her lip quivering and words shaking. "Wait- Harley, no. It's not what it looks like I swear!" Kaito says stumbling toward the girl, but she backs up even more and disappears into the crowd, the only way being able to track her through the sound of her sobbing. Kaito stays still for a few seconds before lashing out at me. "You! This is all your fault!" I tilt my head slightly and look down at him. "My fault? I was simply minding my business and acted accordingly to the situation. I advise you to get to the nurse's office before you lose too much blood." I raise my voice and start walking away as well, the students huddling around us making way for me. "I hope this serves as a lesson to you. Choose your battles wisely." Even I was unsure if I was directing that just at him or the rest of the crowd. But for someone that picked the fight, it truly was disappointing how he couldn't put up one.