Otaku High?!

Don't Ditch

I suddenly remembered where I was when Alucard mentioned the bell, and jumped from his arms as it rang.

I dashed with my bag slung over my shoulder to my first period, which happened to be French. Entering, my cheeks were flushed and my heartbeat rapid, but unfortunately for me, Francis noticed me right away. "Ah, a late-comer, 'mm~? It is alright, my dear, but try to come on time from now on, non~?"

I nodded and sat down in between to who appeared to be Ciel  Phantomhive and Uzumaki Naruto.

Soon into the lesson, I grew bored and pulled out my Otaku USA magazine, flipping to where I'd left off on the train. I read until I felt like someone was watching me from behind.

I look up from the magazine, amd turn around, only to be face-to-face with a grey skinned girl with a nyo! face. I immediately knew who it was; Nepeta Leijon.

":33< You have great taste in magazines! :33< May I borrow it?" Without even waiting for my reply, she snatched it out of my hands and sat on the ground next to my desk.

Well, I thought, There goes my entertainment for the next hour.

I lay my head on my desk, soon drifting off and was woken by a loud bell for next class.

I felt my cheeks burn as I thought about the next class, which happened to be Biology.

My friend Ming-Na asked me if I wanted to ditch as we walked down the outdoor hallway. She knew I became severly red when around Stein.

I nodded, and we made our way to the nearest girls' restroom. Entering, we went to the farthest stall from the door and sat down, closing the thin(and rather gross) stall door.

We talked for a bit, about how weird it was having anime characters here, of all places, and how Ming-Na had had Sollux Captor in her first period, which happened to be Japanese.

His lisp made it hard to understand him, but in another language? You could just give up right then and there.

We talked for a bit longer, before hearing the rivet of a chainsaw, and French laughter, and then stayed completely silent.

In the eerie silence, Ming-Na and I heard the restroom door open, the rivet and laughter louder. My eyes wide, I quickly looked over at my friend.

Grelle Sutcliffe, as most of the Shinigami were apparently, was one of the Security. He cackled, banging through stall after stall.

We were starting to silently freak out, considering Grelle was only one stall away from us. "Come out, come out~! And let me slice you to bits!!"

His sickly sweet voice echoed, making us even more scared. The red-haired reaper was now right outside our stall. We were cornered. Right before he could slam our poor stall's door like the others, our "savior" came to the rescue.

"Grelle, I can hear you all the way down the hall. What's all the commotion?"

"N-nothing, sir!! Just about to catch some ditchers in this stall here!!!"

From under the door, I could see Grelle's feet shift anxiously from one spot to the other. I didn't recognize the voice until Ming-Na pulled out her tablet and showed me a picture.

It was none other than Lord Death. I sighed. These men need to remember that this is the girls' restroom. Ming-Na's eyes were wide.

My back was to the door now, and I didn't realize that instead of Grelle or Lord Death, Hungary was standing behind me with a dark aura.

I noticed my friend pale, and almost asked her what was wrong, before a cold voice asked sternly, "Why aren't you girls in class?"

Without turning around, I stood and helped Ming-Na up, not answering. We left quickly, running to another building on campus.

"This is why I stopped ditching class."

"Because gender-confused shinigami?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"Because I hate running in Arizona heat from things that can kill me.."

Ming-Na clutched her metal MLP lunchbox tightly, looking past me. "Speaking of things that can kill you..." I gave her a confused look, before turning around, eyes widening quickly.