Be bad for me. [Seijuro Akashi.]

Chapter four

Ayumi's POV

"I need help! These guys are like trying to harass me!" I shrieked, as my voice cracked several times in that one sentence.

I wasn't that scared, but something drove me to act vulnerable, defenceless, scared, just like how everyone else acted in front of boys.

Akashi just stared at me like an oblivious idiot.

"Akashi!" I screamed in stress, as my eyes widened in horror.

"Tch, idiot." He commented, and walked away, I tried to follow him, but of course like the cliche stories, my feet were stuck to the ground. But this isn't a fairy tale, this is reality. I can't ask to have a prince charming to finish the mess I made.

Akashi wasn't like the other boys, he didn't help me. He wasn't lonely like me.

I was forced onto the floor as gravity pulled me down. I sat there frozen, eyes widened in shock, I started to crawl, then getting onto my feet I started running my ass off. I'm pretty sure I looked just like a cat woman running after her cats.

Someone tugged my hair, causing me to yelp in pain and surprise. "Fuck, let go of me!" I yelled, slapping his hand off.

"Hey hey, don't be so aggressive now, let me hear you moan for me first, alright?" The person that looked like the leader asked, as the rest of the three had smirks on their faces.

"God." I mumbled to myself, tugging at the back of my skirt down to where it belongs.

Me, Ayumi idiot Sazuki, tried to walk a new way home but is facing damn serious trouble here because of my idiot decision making. Why me?

Again, like any cliche story, I had a sharp object on me, a paper knife, it wasn't going to do much I guess, but hell yes, I had to use it.

"I think she has a knife," I heard a creepy guy whisper, "I can hear you, idiot." I said, in an annoyed tone.

I want to die with my significant other, either of old age or buttsex (preferably old age), not like this what the fuck.

The creepy guy that tugged on my hair came walking toward me, I held the knife up high, like a hero in a child's play. I felt flesh seep into the blade. "What are you doing?!" I asked, shocked but still stationary from my position. I flinched back when he took another step forward. The knife dug deep into his nose, touching is bone.

"What? Don't have second thoughts on killing a guy that could potentially kill you." The man smirked, reaching for my skirt. I rolled my eyes. "I highly doubt holding my arm up would hurt just as much as getting stabbed in the nose. I mean ouch, look at all the blood!" I exclaimed, in the most sarcastic tone I would muster.

He smirked, I furrowed my brows and landed a punch and kick on his stomach, making him cringe in the pain. I took a few steps back, as I saw the other few cheap looking guys closing in on me. "What a pain in the ass" I muttered to myself, getting into a fighting position.

Karate Kid moves from like 1999 please, I desperately need help.

Despite a few kicks to my face and stomach, I beat them up pretty brutally after that.

They looked a lot more stronger.

Unfortunately though, my uniform was ripped and disgusting, blood stains and injuries was smeared over it. It looked like I just killed a cat, or a dog, or a bunny, or whatever floats your boat.

"Honestly? Mum is going to kill me." I whispered to myself, I saw Akashi walking towards me with a small smile tugging his lips.

"Nice job, you beat them up pretty nicely." He coolly stated.

"Why didn't you help me?" I asked him, in a deadpan tone.

"Here." He said throwing me a pair of scissors. "These might be more helpful than your stupid paper knife." He suggested, turning his back to me.

"Fine, thanks whatever." I ungratefully muttered, turning away from the idiot boy.