In which 5 academy obsessed students find themselves holding more power than expected.
A dystopian world with the upmost jarring romances, pain, and stories too gut wrenching to simply not enjoy.
*REMAKE OF THE ORIGINAL RAO5*
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"Zack put it down!" I groan, arms waved over my eyes. I'm lying on the floor and Zack is too busy playing with my bow-staff to notice that I'm annoyed and stressed right now.
"Bro it's a fucking wooden stick!" He chuckles. "How the fuck are you suppose to win a fight with this?"
I scoff. He's my best friend, but fuck is he ignorant. "You haven't gone against a Rank 10, have you?"
"Well I've gone against you. But only hand to hand combat so I guess it doesn't really count, but either way, I'd whip their ass."
"One day, when I'm not losing my fucking sanity, you'll see how a real rank 10 fights."
"Are you implying that you are the real rank 10?" He scoffs as he sits down next to me. "Don't make me laugh."
"Why are you always such a dick?"
"I don't know, why are you always riding one?" My neck nearly snaps itself when I turn to look at him. He shows no shame for what he just said and is smiling at me. "What? It's a legit question Remi."
"Fuck you."
"Considering that I have a dick, I'm sure you would if I wasn't gay."
"ZACK!"
"IT'S TOO EASY!"
Oh my fucking god.
"You are such a slut shamer."
"And you are such a slut. We are literally meant for each other."
"You're insane."
"And?" He sits up. "Your point?"
Zack is nevertheless...Zack. Mentally fucked up but paired with the best comedic timing to exist. Except when the timing is mine. That's when it's really fucking terrible.
"Whatever. At least I get dick." I sit up with him.
"And in what way is that a flex in this society?" He questions.
"What?"
"Do I need to give you the fruit example?"
"The what example?"
He groans and rolls his eyes.
"Okay. Here's an apple." He holds up an imaginary apple in his hand. "That's you. And me?" He holds up his other hand. "I'm an orange. And people don't like to take the time to peel the orange y'know? Get to really know them before they get to the sweet shit. But you? The apple? You're easy. No need to peel. No need to properly prep. They only need to take one bite and they get the sweetness right away."
I stare at him blankly. I don't have one thought in my head except, "Zack what the fuck?"
He simply shrugs his shoulders. "You get what I mean, I know you do."
