You Know What's Great? Being Stuck On An Island!

Chapter 2

No one managed to escape the inevitable punishment from the whole food fight fiasco in third period. Everyone got slapped with a two week detention, including Saturdays, which if not served would lead to an immediate expulsion.

"My first long term detention," Hana sniffed, taking a bite of her food. "That ain't nothin ta be cryin' about," Takeshi said as bit into his burger. Despite what he said, Takeshi was beyond pissed and didn't try to hide it. He and Hana were sitting under a tree eating their lunch; well Takeshi sat under the tree and Hana simply popped up and sat with him despite his threats for her to go away. Hotaru would have been there with them but was unfortunately dragged away by Angeline. Takeshi tried to stop them, but one look from Hotaru was enough to stop him in his tracks. Takeshi clicked his tongue, mumbling to himself. Hana looked up at her blonde classmate with mild interest, her mind still dreading telling her parents about the detention. They were already mad at her for being downgraded to 3D.

"Hey, Takeshi," Hana started, a little hesitant to speak because said male seemed ready to snap someone's neck."What!" Takeshi snapped, the soda can in his hand was crushed in his clenched fist. Hana winced, but didn't back down, determined to make conversation and learn more about Takeshi, "Um, what did you do that got you into D in the first place?" Takeshi stared at her from the corner of his eye. "What's it to ya?" Takeshi was full on glaring at her now, his face set in a scowl. "Um...well...I just thought that as friends-" "Friends!" Takeshi barked, "Listen here ya lil' half pint. We. Ain't. Friends." Hana stared in astonishment as Takeshi jabbed his finger in her chest, "B-But," she sputtered. "Listen," Takeshi hissed as he stood up and crumpled the wrapper of his burger, "Friendship is somethin ya earn, and from yer reputation, that's somethin ya gonna have ta work yer ass off for." Takeshi walked away, leaving a teary eyed Hana to finish lunch by herself.

Takeshi grumbled as he made his way back to class, not feeling the slightest bit sorry for how he treated Hana. In his mind, she deserved it. He decided to take the long way and walk behind the school.

 "Hey, you!" Someone yelled. Takeshi turned his head to glare at the person behind him. "Ya talkin ta me?" Takeshi growled, narrowing his eyes at the gang of males. The one who seemed to be the leader faltered and seemed to be contemplating what to say before straightening up. "Yes I am speaking to you, you lowly dog!" He hissed pointing accusingly at Takeshi. Takeshi was already in a very foul mood, and calling him a dog didn't help it one bit. He recognized the boys from his Home Ec class and guessed they were out for revenge for what happened. Takeshi turned around fully to face the boys. "That's more like it," said the leader arrogantly as he flipped his black hair from his eyes. "Now be a good flea, infested-" he was not able to finish his insult when a fist collided with his face. 

"Y-You broke m-my perfect nose," the leader cried, his voice muffled by his hand which covered his bleeding nose. "Yeah, so?" Takeshi said nonchalantly as he wiped his hand in his shirt, staining it red. The so called leader glared at him with hate filled eyes. "Destroy him!" He growled pointing at Takeshi with his free hand. "But Soren," argued one of his lackeys, "Just do it!" Takeshi gave an evil grin as the ten males charged at him, "Relieve my anger," he whispered before he started throwing punches.

Takeshi walked from the back at the school with hands in his pockets, leaving boys bloody and in pain behind him. They were going to leave with broken bones and possible concussions, while Takeshi sported a black eye, busted lip, bruises and surprisingly bite marks too. Takeshi sighed as he inspected his ruined uniform, "What's mom gonna say." He mumbled as he reluctantly walked to class. He opened the door to his Math class and made his way to a seat, ignoring the teacher's angered yelling. He was heading towards the back of the class, until he felt someone grab his arm. His head snapped towards the person, fists clenching in his pockets. His hazel eyes met a blue and he slowly calmed down. He allowed himself to be pulled to an empty seat and laid his head on the desk. A few seconds later, he felt someone nudging his arm. He sat up and saw Hotaru slide a note to him, still staring ahead at the board. He unfolded the paper and read its contents which were written in neat cursive, 'What happened?' Takeshi grimaced, not wanting to tell Hotaru of his rather violent encounter. He pursed his lips and quickly scrawled, 'Don't worry about it,' on the back of the paper and slid it back to Hotaru. He tried paying attention to the teacher, whilst ignoring Hotaru's annoyed but worried glances. He soon drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Takeshi woke up to someone shaking him roughly; he groaned and swatted the hand away. "Vake up!" He heard Hotaru growl. "Five more minutes," he moaned, nestling more in his crossed arms, despite it irritating his injuries. Hotaru huffed, as he tapped his foot, looking around the almost empty classroom. His wandering eyes eventually landed on Hana, who was busy putting her books in her bag, occasionally getting them knocked out of her hands by passing classmates. His mouth curved upward into a mischievous smirk. He leaned to Takeshi's ear and whispered, "Vell then, I guess you von't mind if I walk with dear, little Hana. She seems like she's ready to go." Hotaru's smirk grew wider when Takeshi shot up, "I'm up!" Hotaru chuckled, a little mischief always cracked him up.

 "Vhy does everyone show such negative reaction towards Hana?" Hotaru asked, his smile slowly fading as he watched her scurry out the door. "Didn't I already tell you this story?" Takeshi asked, taking his bag off the floor. "You did no such thing," Hotaru replied. "I didn't?" Takeshi asked tilting his head. "You did not, and ve are going to be late for class, so start moving." Takeshi groaned, not wanting to go to class. They left the classroom and made their way down the hallway.

Instead of class though, Hotaru tookTakeshi to the nurses office, which for some reason, never has a nurse in it. "The fuck are we doing here?" Takeshi asked, sticking his finger in his ear. "Have you forgotten your current appearance?" Hotaru stated, taking bandages and disinfectant from the various cupboards. "In your vords, ya look like shit." 

Takeshi had to quickly slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at Hotaru's attempt at imitating him. His strange accent made it even funnier. 

"Damn! That fuckin stung worse than tha last one! What's takin so long?" Takeshi complained, wincing. "Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that you von't sit still!" Hotaru hissed, purposely squeezing the cotton on a cut on Takeshi's knuckle. "Fuck!" Takeshi cried, as he felt the burning and stinging sensation of the disinfectant. "It baffles me how you can survive a fight, but can't handle a little peroxide," Hotaru said rolling his eyes. Takeshi scoffed, not saying a single word in retaliation.

"I vorry about you sometimes, you know." Takeshi stared at Hotaru who was finishing up bandaging his hand, "You don't need ta worry about me, I'll be fine." Takeshi grinned, flexing his arm. Hotaru let out a dry chuckle, "You say that, but I still can't help it." "Remember vhen you vould come to the mansion and somehow bypass our security to visit me?" "Which I still do," Takeshi pointed out a matter of factly. Hotaru chuckled, staring at Takeshi's bandaged hand which rested in his. "You vould always come with cuts, bruises and bandages, it was rare if you ever came unharmed, yet you alvays play it off as nothing." Takeshi sighed, remembering the times he hid from guards, and almost got eaten by crazy German Shepherds. All that, just to see the pale boy before him.

"I remember the night you didn't come. To be honest, I feared for you, wondering if something dire happened or you had finally gotten caught sneaking in, only for you to come the following night with a cast on your arm." They both chuckled at the memory. That night Takeshi acted completely and utterly useless, making Hotaru take care of him, but that didn't go without some sort of agreement. In turn, Hotaru could do whatever he wanted with Takeshi's hair and he had to wear it to school the next day. It was a fun night filled with whispers and quiet laughter.

"Yeah, I decided to challenge my uncle to a wrestling match that day. We got carried away and he slammed me into tha table." They both chuckled. Takeshi rubbed his thumb on the back of Hotaru's gloved hand as they fell into comfortable silence. After a few minutes, Hotaru sighed and stood up, slipping the gloves off."Ve should get to class, ve've already missed two throughout the day," Hotaru said as he took up his bag. A breeze blew through the open window, blowing Hotaru's hair from his face. Hotaru gasped and tried covering his face with his hands, but it was already too late. Takeshi grabbed Hotaru's arm and pulled him towards him. Hotaru fell into Takeshi's chest, "Vhat are you doing, you-" He was cut off with Takeshi grabbing his chin and tilting his face to the left. His brushed away Hotaru's ivory hair and saw that there was a large, red welt on his cheek. Takeshi's eyes narrowed, "What exactly did that wench do?" Takeshi growled, his grip on Hotaru's face becoming tighter. Hotaru winced before slapping his hand away and wiggling out of the angry boy's grasp. "It's nothing of consequence," Hotaru said quickly, setting his hair back in place. "What tha hell do ya mean 'nothing of consequence'?" Takeshi yelled, standing abruptly. "I mean exactly vhat I said," Hotaru said sternly, crossing his arms. "It vill fade by tomorrow." "Hotaru, she's physically abusing ya and I know for a damn fact that she doesn't stop at slaps to the face!" Takeshi yelled. Hotaru bit his lip, his visible eye glaring at the floor. "I...have to go," Hotaru whispered before rushing from the infirmary.