Chappie 7

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Ohaiyou, everyone! Funny story, so instead of updating faster since it is summer now, it has gotten worse. And then there is the fact that I have to start looking for another job to fuel my various hobbies. But all in all, I would say I'm very happy with how well this is going. But some of you will more than likely want to kill me when you read this chapter. So...FORGIVE ME PLEASE (and the many grammatical errors in this paragraph)!!!!! I would also like to add that Stella's ears, tail, teeth, and claws can be passed as a wolf, fox, or cat. Any ways enjoy! :3

Chappie 7

Stella POV

I crouched on the ground and glared up at the blonde witch. "You wanna dance Barbie? Or should I wait for you to find more Kens?" I suppose my food could wait for a bit. I wouldn't be able to eat right now anyway, let alone make my way back to my table. The crowd that had gathered was simply too much to get through. Oh well, as long as my hat stays on and my tail doesn't slip, I should be fine.

The chants were echoing throughout the cafeteria as if they were waiting for the biggest battle ever.

"What's up with your clothes? They are so weird. Then again a freaky person wears freaky clothes. It's only right." Barbie finished with a sneer. I wanted to go on a killing spree when I saw her uniform.

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She was wearing the G.F. uniform, to my dismay, but unlike me, she wore a TON of pink. She had a pink scarf, pink stilettos, a pink mutt, and she even replaced the white jacket with a pink one! Anywhere that I would normally wear white or silver, she had pink. Did I ever mention that pink is a demon's color? It's hideous! (A/N: JK but now you hate me.... My excuse is boredom.)

'What the heck is wrong with her?' She makes fun of what I'm wearing yet she is the one who stole a bucket of pink paint and had a field day. People like her are the only reason why I actually like violence. "Oh really, so all that bright pink that you are wearing isn't 'strange' or 'different' at all?" I questioned her outfit since she stood out more than me. 'Hahaha! And I'm the one with dog ears!'

I think she might have been offended by that comment because her face turned a cherry shade of red. The surrounding crowd temporarily ceased their cheering and murmurs for a chorus of "ooh's" that bounced off the pillars in the cafeteria. 'Public humiliation, I like it.'

Barbie tossed her dog somewhere over in the crowd, obviously not caring for its well-being. She took out that spikey ball thing from the plane and we began circling each other. The swinging motions of the ball moved in a smooth rhythmic pattern. They reminded me of the calming motion of the chain scythes I had locked up in the chest in my room.

I watched with cautious eyes as I tracked the movement of her feet and the pattern of the ball. Eventually, my ears adjusted to the swish of the air and her breathing pattern.

Suddenly, the swish changed, signaling the need to dodge to the right. Just in time too. That spikey ball thing smashed a dent in the floor where I stood seconds before. 'Hm, I think I can do w/o any knives for now. Time for Taijutsu!'

The ball flew by me again as I sidestepped to get out of the way and grab the chain. She gritted her teeth out of what I think is frustration but she didn't seem to be too surprised, it's almost like she expected me to do that. 'No. She isn't that smart...'

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