He Knows

Chapter 8: Runaway

On that very next morning, Izuna's small crawly fingers swept through his follicles, with a shrewd bitter smile over his lips. Finally, this was going to be a better day than yesterday. He hoped for sure.

He jumped out of bed, placing a new attire on, and slightly he shoved the door aside. Quickly he swayed his head opposite directions to see no site of his eldest. He sighed greatly, thank goodness, without a trap insight. He moved hurriedly down the hall, clutching his backpack and ran out the front door.

Izuna felt a trickle of sweat down his neck, a weird feeling, he couldn't comprehend what exactly this feeling was. Maybe this was a trick, a dream, or even a hallucination.

This felt like a protocol, it didn't feel as real as he thought it would be. He examined the hallways, not hearing a single exhale at all, so he decided to brush himself quickly out of the front door.

He's tucked his kimono, hands slid through the pockets and laced the front so it stayed tightly secured. His feet followed his movements, glimmering across the street. Watching the bus stop; he ran over to get on it with his book bag bouncing up and down his back. He wasn't going to miss it this time.

He paid the bus driver in change and walked to the back, as he shoved his book bag to the side of him. Placing his hands over his lap; he sighed heavily. "This feels unreal, where's nii-san?" He said to himself. His cheeks blemished a bright pink, staring at the window, and for a second he thought he seen Madara waving at the bus.

Startled, he blinked twice, and rubbed them. This was unbelievable, only to know he was seeing things at the end. "Oh...it's just the door..." he mumbled.

The bus ride felt so long, until it stopped to a immediate pause. Izuna stood up, walking down the isle, with his bag hanging over one of his shoulders.

Izuna walked into the entrance of the school, sighing even more; he began to realize he doesn't have anything in his belongings. He panicked; he didn't want to get back on the bus. The young lad stood there, arms crossed, and gave a hmphed gesture. He wasn't going back at all. Hell with it. He'd rather take a zero in all his subjects than to go back to the hell hole.

"I'll just take these zeros today and call it even. I'll explain to Madara by the end of the semester." He curled his lips and walked to his first hour.

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"Alright students, turn to the last chapter of your history book." The teacher hollered, bringing his book out of the desk; skipping through majority of the chapter and darted his pointer to the last questioner of the session.

"Now, once you've completed the last questions of the day. You shall receive a 'A' or a straight 'F'. You have one hour to complete."

Before Izuna could catch it, his teacher glared at him. He knew he didn't have his stuff together, nothing was on his desk, this was a set-up. Unfair as you could put it into context. 'Oh well. Few more hours to go and everybody will have this unfair advantage on me since I didn't have my shit together.' He sauntered away, slouching heavily in his desk.

The teacher sat down at his desk, with his lounging arms swaying over the platform. "So. Izuna. I assume you don't have your books and stuff? Want me to call Madara to see if he'd bring your stuff with you?" He snarled in a low voice.

The raven glimpsed, one footing rocking from side to side. Nodding a negative. "No. Sir. I didn't want to do this anyways." He hmphed.

Deep inside, he really needed this A to get to the next year. This wasn't fair.

The teacher nodded, standing up from his chair and waltzed out of the classroom. He grabbed his phone from his right side pocket. 'Who is he texting...or better yet...who the hell is he calling?' Lifting a brow.