Hitman X Reborn

Chapter 1

My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada, and due to some unfortunate circumstances my head is being shoved down a flushing toilet. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this but seeing as I am in this situation I might as well make the most of it, throw away my pride and declare that this is actually quite refreshing. Of course that is the argument which usually works.  My head was pulled out of the flushing toilet and all my sense were dulled, except my hearing which registered loud laughter all around me.  

"How does it taste loser?" a deep voice mocked from somewhere above me.

"It tastes great, absolutely delish" I replied. I did not have a chance to recover before my head was immediately shoved back into the toilet and the sounds of laughter were drowned out by the flush of the toilet. Well so much for my pride. This time my head was kept longer under water, enough so that my lungs began to burn and as I choked on water, I started to feel light headed. Thankfully before I could pass out my head was pulled out again and I felt myself being tossed onto the cold and rough cement floor.

My vision was blurred so I clenched my eyes shut. My hearing and touch were dulled, but I could still hear the laughter and feel the pain every few seconds in my gut as each and everyone of them kicked me for sport. I tried to hold my breath but finally choked and started coughing, desperate to get the water out of my lungs, which only increased their laughter. I tried to curl up into a ball and block my ears to make them stop but it only edged them on and I felt more pain as they started to increase their kicking spree. It felt like an eternity until they finally stopped and left, and another eternity until I finally opened my eyes.   

"That could have been worse," I muttered after a few minutes of silence, but I at this point I really can't imagine anything worse than having my head shoved down a toilet by a bunch of bullies. I rolled over flat on my back and stared up at the ceiling. "Well at least this will be the last year I would be bullied by my upper class-men, seeing as next year will be my last year in high school and there will be no one left to bully me..." I spoke to the ceiling, but I knew that wasn't true. Next year It will be someone in the same grade or even lower that will continue the tradition of bullying the Jester.  

Jester a name given to me on my second week in high school, given to a fool, someone whose whole life was a joke. Very similar to mine. Someone who was an idiot when it came to studies, physically unfit and a bumbling buffoon who walks around not knowing left from right. The only thing he can do is play the fool so that other people can laugh at him. 

I got up to find all my notes had been spewed across the floor. I thought back to my earlier comment and immediately regretted it. I started to pick up my notes when a tall boy with jet black hair and deep blue eyes sprinted in stopping short of me. He looked down at my pitiful figure. He was out of breath, sweat had soaked his sport t-shirt and his eyes burned as if he were about to kill someone.

"My savior has arrived." I croaked. He looked around at my notes than sighed and knelt down helping me gather my notes.

"C'mon Tsu, you've gotta stop doing this to yourself," he said looking at me with pity, I had gotten used to this look over the years seeing as how this man always tried to come to my rescue whenever I was being bullied sometimes being there in  the nick of time and most times he would show up fashionably late, like now.

"You know how it is Tuk, can't help but be bullied, seeing as how I'm the jester of the-"

"Don't call yourself that," he snapped and unconsciously scrunched up my notes. I looked him in the eyes, they were still burning. A moment passed than we both let our gazes drop, realizing how ridiculous it was to argue right now. Than I realized what paper Takeshi had and I gazed down at his clenched hand in horror. His gaze followed mine to what was left of my algebra assignment which was due in the next hour.

"CRAAAP!" I grabbed my dying note out of his hand and started to try and put the torn and crippled pieces together. I then proceeded to have a physical breakdown right there and then. If I didn't hand this in in he next hour I would fail the semester and If that happened I had to face her wrath, and I might as well be bullied for a thousand years before taking a failing grade home to that woman.

Seeing me breakdown also had a subconscious effect on Takeshi as he also started panicking and in the end we both spent an hour redoing the assignment on the bathroom floor.