Little Witch Academia: The Human Super-Saiyan

2: The Outcast

"To this day I will never understand why they allowed one like yourself into this facility," Malachi stood before the roster of Professor Anne Finnelan. Finnelan was one of those preppy teachers that had a short fuse. 

She praised Diana and Sunset Shimmer for their abilities to ascend past the roster of other magical female students. 

But Malachi? 

A boy? 

A boy who could turn his hair blonde, fight well, and didn't know a thing about MAGIC? 

Finnelan thought letting Akko attend Luna Nova was bad, let alone Team RWBY from the RWBY Dimension. 

But this? 

This was beyond Finnelan's understanding.

"If I were to tell you plainly boy, You don't belong here. Look at your hair," She strutted around him, examining him as though he was a science frog: "Your height." Malachi's height was either 4'11 or 5'2. There was no in between: "And your disrespect for anyone who is in authority. Reality had a fun time screwing you over didn't it?"

Malachi snarled: "Like a pooch." He told her: "Look, I didn't ask to be here either. Maybe if this facility learned to put a leash on their students and their magical creatures then you wouldn't have to bear my presence, and I wouldn't HAVE TO BEAR YOURS. Cause trust me lady, you're ugly on the inside and the outside. The worst of both worlds. So put that in your pipe and smoke it."

"Gasp!" echoed within the roster. 

Nobody DARED to disrespect Professor Finnelan. 

And if they did they would be turned to animals or worse. 

But Malachi seemed to not care what Finnelan could do. In his eyes, he didn't ask to be here. 

This was all a big mistake. 

But there was no going back now. 

And if this school or its roster wanted to give Malachi hell, he would be more than happy to return the favor.

Professor Finnelan stares down Malachi: You have some nerve disrespecting me in such a manner, boy.

Malachi: Yet it turns you on doesn't it? I mean, you have no ring on your finger. You have no kids probably or a life. This is all you have. Which is highly depressing. I mean, a woman of such a strict caliber should be wife'd up and with kids, not even thinking about this facility. But here you are, wallowing away in your misery...Like the woman of sand that you are...

[Diana slams her hands on her desk]: I will not allow someone like you to disrespect our teacher in the art of magical language! You are nothing more than an outcast! An Abomination! A miserable scum that the world decided to have pity on!

Malachi grinned: "I don't need the world's pity," He replied: "It's pities your kind more than my own. I mean look at all the female heroes. Most of them committed suicide because they weren't wife'd up and with kids. Poor souls. Chased after a dream as they wallowed away within the wind. Kinda like you and your friends. But then that's none of my business isn't it?" Diana could not say a word: "Look," Malachi told them: "I understand. Okay? I'm not some horny teenager that wants to get into a woman's wet hole that's filled with cobwebs. I'm not a pervert that desires to see a woman's skin...*Shudders* I am someone who was caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. I am not here to make any friends. As though that would be on the table. Although I am here to make enemies. That seems to be on the table. You play nice with me, I'll play nice with you. Do the opposite, you're going to get the opposite. That's how life works. That's how I work. With that being said...Are we done? Can I sit down now? Or do you want to examine me more as though I'm one of those...Science frogs?"