Infernal Academia

Chapter 42 - The Ballad of Unconciousness

"SIXTY-SEVEN!"

"Um, Izzbelle?"

"SHUT UP; SIXTY-EIGHT!"

"Izzbelle, I don't think this is sa-"

"I SAID SHUT UP! SIXTY-NINE!"

From across the room, spread out on the couch like an old-time diva, Karazelle laughed, nearly spilling her coffee over Cobalt's couch.

"Yeah, you wish, Izzbelle" she giggled.

With a cry of anger, the Oni swiftly stopped bench-pressing her teacher and threw him off. Cracking her knuckles, she stormed over to the Succubus and grabbed her by the collar.

"The fuck are you tryin' to say, huh?!" she bellowed, bringing her face close to Karazelle's.

She didn't falter, and instead took a deep whiff of her orange-skinned friend's neck.

"Ooh, is that my perfume, Miss Suyas? Mm, yes, smells like cherries and... strawberry, I think. Ah, and Fesser's Passion, can't forget that. If I'm not mistaken, it says so on the label that it works as an effective aphrodi- MMF!" she cried as Izzbelle suddenly clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Not. A. Fuckin'. Word" the Oni hissed, eyeing up Cobalt as he lay tangled up in the wreckage of one of his shelves.

Whitney, having since been awkwardly typing away on her phone atop Cobalt's futon, gingerly crept over to her teacher, awkwardly sweeping the splinters off his shoulders.

"Um... I think he's bleeding... oh, and unconscious" she reported, feeling the Incubus' forehead as she blew her bubblegum.

"Wake him up then!" Izzbelle growled, dropping her friend back onto the couch.

Whitney glanced back down at Cobalt, before grabbing him beneath the arms and dragging him over to his futon. Murmuring a few magical words, she rubbed her hands together until they were flashing and sparking with electricity.

"Alright. Three, two-"

"NO~!" came a sudden scream from the Incubus' kitchen, accompanied by a great deal of banging and crashing.

With all the grace of a felled tree, Jelli collapsed out onto the floor, splattered with cupcake frosting and three steps from bursting into tears.

"Y- You'll hurt him..." she choked, looking up at Whitney with her big hazel eyes.

"Y- You okay, Jelli?" she asked tenderly, gently lifting the Glutton to her feet.

She sniffled.

"Meine muffins..."

With a sympathetic sigh, Karazelle downed the rest of her coffee and stepped over to Cobalt, frowning as her spaded tail began to twitch.

"Out like a light... Huh, getting knocked out like this can't be good for him. Butterskin, go wet me a cloth" she spoke, drawing her hand across her teacher's face.

"I'm not your slave, Whoretits!"

"Hey, it's for his sake, not mine"

"... fine"

As she stomped off into the bathroom, Jelli wiped the tears from her eyes and crept over to the futon.

"Wh- What do you need the cloth for...?" she asked, unable to hide the fear she felt for her teacher.

Karazelle shrugged.

"I'm not really sure. Figured I'd soak it and rest it on his forehead. Cool him down, you know?" she replied, patting his forehead.