Crazed Cote Oneshots

Ayanokouji Of The 5th Generation 2

                          Kiyotaka Pov

Everybody complied with that Shiba-Sensei said and sat down in their seats.

Except for Hosen.

He stood still while he wore a smirk on his face directed to Shiba-Sensei.

"Sit down, Hosen-Kun!" hissed Nanase.

"Hey Teach...try and expel me right now!" challenged Hosen.

So Hosen saw through Shiba-Sensei? He and I think alike. Expelling a student so recklessly would be strange but a homeroom teacher does have a lot of say.

Hosen is probably challenging the school and testing its limits.

Shiba-Sensei's nose flared but he didn't say anything to Hosen. Instead, he picked up a bucket from behind the podium.

This means Shiba-Sensei can't expel one of us of his own accord then.

Inside the bucket were phones in white cases. On the back of the case was the school's insignia.

"Our own phones? Sweet!" cheered Nakajima.

Everybody else whooped and hollered at the prospect of getting their own phones, and even I was excited for it.

I've never had a phone as just up until a month ago I was in the White Room. After that, I lived in That Man's private mansion with a staff of butlers.

The phones were passed back from the front of each row to the back.

However, when my phone landed in Hosen's hand, he smirked.

Crack

He broke the phone with just his grip alone. Hosen laughed and put the shattered remains of my phone onto my desk.

"Jeez, what the hell?!"

"Hey why did you do that?" asked Nanase.

"Cause I can," said Hosen bluntly.

He stood up and pushed his chair against my deck with a loud crash.

"Listen here punks. Ayanokouji will be a demonstration. Anybody who tries to go against me will suffer. Physically, mentally? I'll do it all, got it?"

Hosen leaned down in my face, and spoke, his hot breath washing over my face, "Surrender now, or I'll break every bone in that face of yours, got it punk?"

I stayed silent and matched his eyes, starting a staring contest.

As I stared, his smile grew wider and wider, until it stretched across his entire face like a feral dog about to pounce on its first meal.

"Ayanokouji-Kun," whispered Nanase, "Don't do this..."

"He's a psycho just do whatever he wants!" yelled Tendo, the fear evident in his voice.

I suppose I'm causing everyone else a great deal of distress in this stare down.

"Fine," I said suddenly, leaning back in my chair, "As long as you don't hurt anybody here, not only will I surrender but I'll make sure everybody else does as well."

"Shit, he sold us out!" cried Yasuhiro.

"Well yeah it was him or destruction," hissed a girl, "Anybody sane would do it."

Hosen smirked, "Good. Hear that everybody? Just listen to Sparkles here and I won't have to hurtcha! Now then, onto you!" He pointed down at Mimi, who had her video game console in her hands still.

She paused her gaming session to watch our fight, and now, she tried to shove it into her pocket.

Hosen grabbed her hand however, stopping her attempt.