Rabies

Shori Yamiko

[Shori's theme: Blood by Call Me Karizma]

  "Manager?! We're getting a manager?!" I heard excited voices coming from inside the gym as I was glaring at the door. My fists were tightly clenched and stuffed into my pockets as I was nearing the talking males. The sun was still high in the sky, casting shadows onto the ground that seemed to taunt me with the situation I had been forced into.

  "Yeah! I heard she's coming from the female volleyball team!" Another one piped in. Their fantasies were beginning to get carried away as I just stood outside cursing under my breath while hoping this was all just some shitty dream. Taking in a deep breath, I sighed from my nose before opening the door with my foot. It slammed back, silencing the boys in the gymnasium.

  "Oh~! Did I forget to mention which player it was going to be?" A tall brunette smiled while enjoying the anger in my eyes. This fucker.... He was the reason I was here in the first place. I hated him with his fluffy attitude and teasing mannerisms.

  "Shut up, Shittykawa." I snarled while still not stepping into the gym. "Because of you, numb-nuts, I have to be here." All eyes were on me, studying me while some were seemingly trying to figure me out. 'Good luck with that, piss ants.'

  "It's better than being expelled, right, Yamiko-chan~?" He practically purred as the room seemed to get colder. Silently glaring daggers at him, I didn't know whether to agree with him or not. Was this better than being expelled? My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I just stood in the doorway. "Come on in, I'll introduce you to everyone!" He reached out a hand to touch my shoulder, but before he could make contact, his face was being smushed against the doorframe with my palm keeping him there.

  "Don't touch me, Shittykawa. I don't want your filthy germs." Whatever he was trying to say was incoherent due to his face being squished between my hand and the doorframe. "Plus, I don't fucking care who any of you are." The other males seemed to be surprised at seeing a member of the opposite sex being so harsh toward the lady-killer instead of fawning over him like an idiot. Dropping my hand and glaring at the rest, I finally stepped into the gym.

  The last time I had been in here, there was blood all over the floor and broken volleyball equipment everywhere along with bent chairs and splintered benches. I had gotten so pissed over something- I couldn't even remember why anymore- and had gone on a rampage. The final outcome had been a trashed gymnasium, and a heavily injured girl with a broken nose, busted lip, fractured ribs, and I think even a broken arm.

  From that incident, I landed in the principal's office for a heavy lecture while my legal guardian was breathing down my neck about controlling my anger and apologizing repeatedly to the principal. While the head honcho was shouting at me about expulsion, Shittykawa happened to be walking by and popped his head in, smiling innocently, and offered a deal instead.

  The deal pretty much consisted of me becoming the male volleyball team's manager since they lacked, and 'desperately' needed, one. I would be forced off my team as penalty due to injuring a fellow teammate, and I wouldn't be allowed to actually play, either. Shittykawa convinced the principal that as long as I kept my nose clean- as clean as it could be- I'd stay in school, but I'd have to attend all classes and 'support' every member of the team.

  The principal thought it was a good idea, thinking that if I was forced to be around so many people, I'd learn a few things from the 'nice boys' and calm down. Tch, like that'd ever fucking happen. So, with pressure from my legal guardian, principal, and the brown-eyed fucker, I didn't have much choice to decline.

  "Come on, Yamiko-chan~!" The shit-eating grin that followed behind me was annoying. "Just be a good girl, and we'll all get along just fine!" Shooting him a glare, I ignored all of the stares from the other boys.

  "A good girl?" I spat out the words as if they were a nasty food. "I'll shove this good girl foot so far up your ass that you'll be tasting the sole of my shoe." For emphasis, I balanced on my left leg while raising my right foot and shaking it a little.

  "Fine." He pouted while waving a hand. "Even if you don't want to know who these fine gentlemen are, they still need to know who you are." A smirk pulled at his lips as he placed a hand over his heart. "And from there, I hope some sort of affection begins to bloom in your heart as you'll no doubt fall in love with us!" Shooting a glare, I snorted.

  "Affection? Love?"

  "As in friendship! Now, everyone, this is Yamiko, Shori~!" Shittykawa turned to the others while gesturing toward me. Rolling my eyes, I began to leave. Fuck all his sunshine and flowers with rainbows and peace. If no one was going to practice, then I was out. "If you don't recognize her by that name, you may also know her as Rabies.

  "Rabies?" A cream-puff-looking dude raised a brow as I stepped out of the gym

  "It's the nickname her teammates and opponents gave her~!" The shit-head was speaking in an eerily happy tone before going serious. "She'll drive you insane before she kills you."