Love, Truth, Freedom (KHR)

Finally Finished Fans

I woke up and checked the time, it was 20 minutes until classes started. I sat up and looked at my surroundings. I was alone. I stood and went to the window and saw tons of students already here and even more pouring in. I heard a knock at the door then.

I went to answer the door and it was a student from my class.

"Ageha? Right?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm glad you remembered. Is Hibari-San here?" He asked.

"No. He's probably patrolling for late students or trespassers. There were some awful guys earlier but we took care of them. What do you need? Maybe I could help." I offered. He looked taken and questioned if it was okay for me.

"I'm more serious than I act and better at fighting than I look. What is it?" I reassured.

He thought for second and told me.

"I thought Hibari would do something about Kurusaki Sensei. He gets drunk a lot and then becomes irrational and says we can do whatever we want or starts a fight between students and let's it happen until someone is knocked out. He said that if anyone told, he would find out and they would be dealt with. Yesterday, it was my brother that was hurt. He and his friend had different opinions on a subject and usually, even when they didn't see eye to eye, they would accept it. But yesterday was different because Kurusaki Sensei picked at it and it tumbled down. They made up but I don't want the possibly of it happening again. I've come here about it before, but there was another guy here every time. He was big and tall and I was scared to talk to him. He was always with Hibari-San so I thought that he was tough and I was afraid he would be just like Hibari-San and not listen." He explained.

My blood boiled at the thought. My mom from the other universe, she was an alcoholic. Not a total drunk all the time, like I've never seen her that way, but my dad said he did. All I could do was believe him. And at that time, my mom had also divorced my dad and remarried then moved. That aside, I've read in manga and other fiction books about drunkards. This one manga called Fuuka had a character that died from a drunk driver. I've heard stories. But what hit me the most were the memories I had recovered from here.

My mother here was almost never around, but when she was, she was mostly drunk. Sometimes, if she was just a little upset, like if she wasn't feeling well or if she didn't like what happened that day, she would take it out on me. She'd throw things at me or yell at me. Sometimes, not too many, kind of rare, but she's hit me for naught. One time, I did the dishes and were drying them and she came in, she yelled at me and threw a bottle at me. Another time I had one friend over - it was before I had moved to Namimori - we were doing homework together and she came home completely wasted. She threw up all over my friend and then threw her at the wall saying that she was the reason she got sick. That it was because of her ugly little face that she threw up and to get out and never come back. The next day, I did a dogeza to her and heartedly and hopefully apologised to her. She forgave me and said she'd forget that ever happened and we were best friends ever since then, until I moved.

After I heard of what that teacher was doing, I was full on ready to beat him senseless. But then I took a deep breath before I did anything rash because I didn't want to face Kyoya's discipline for acting on my own in this situation. This is one of them that we report to Kyoya. If we don't, we will be dealt with. Now a spur of the moment thing, we act then report in detail. But this isn't one, so I calmed myself.

"I'll- I'll tell Hibari-San and he'll do what he can. And you can be sure." I said and he smiled some.

"Thanks a bunch." He chirped with a slight sound of relief and left.

I smiled then went over to the desk and made a note on a sticky and stuck it to the desk. Then I went to check on the beans.

I went next door and stirred them. They were fine.