Kiyoshi splashes water over her face, as she tries to figure out what the hell happened. So. My dead aunt, is out to get me, just great. She grumbles mentally, sighing, and staring at the mirror, hating the person that looks back at her.
"Why am I always stuck with these problems!" She yells, slamming her fist into the mirror, shattering the glass into the sink below. Still pissed, she violently moves her scarf around, making sure she doesn't actually tear it as footsteps echo around the hallway.
I can't be asked to go to class. I'm going home dammit. She decides, storming out of the second floor bathroom. Students instantly move away, as she walks down the stairs, making sure no other members find her dismissing herself.
Storming out to the entrance, a hand grabs her forcefully, and yanks her back, making her spin around and try to punch the person out. Unfortunately, the person in question dodges her attack without second thought, and kiyoshi pauses, finding the president of the council looking back, her sliver and blonde eyes narrowing in disgust at her.
"Why may I ask, your trying to leave the premises?" Mizuki isamu, asks, her black jacket still wrapped over her shoulders, making the white uniform make itself known.
"It's none of your concern." Kiyoshi repiles, shoving her hand off her shoulder, glancing away, on purpose. Mizuki says nothing, and crosses the arms with terrifying formality.
"It is of my concern. Ryugoku, your attempting to leave school grounds before the school starts. That's against the rules." Mizuki orders, as she glances at everyone else, who run or stumble away, to make sure their not in the firing line.
Kiyoshi grumbles and rolls her eye in boredom. "You know you can't stop me. And can people stop calling me ryugoku! I'm sick of it!" She yells, pushing mizuki aside and walking towards the entrance.
"Miss ryugoku, stay as is." A voice commands, sending a shot of fear down her spine, as she turns around and finds the same golden eyed teacher, who's smirk just radiates trouble. Mizuki paces away, knowing she has to go to class, leaving genka and kiyoshi alone.
Genka sighs, and pushes her glasses up, walking stalkishly closer to kiyoshi, who panics on a whole new level. Her fear keeping her in place as genka walks to the front of her, grinning, as her glasses shimmer over, and her black hair falls off her shoulders and over her sides, hanging in front of her.
" it hasn't kicked in yet, has it? Shame, it will, when I want it to." She smirks, her voice laced with a malicious intent.
"Aw kiddo, your really being a trouble aren't you?" A new, partly muffled voice yells, as genka looks over Kiyoshis shoulder, finding the bane of her existence.
Shiromi walks over, her face still covered by this mask, as her eyes narrow over genka. "So, headmistress, how's kio been? Seems shaken if you ask me." Shiromi asks, her voice the same old sarcasm like always, as kiyoshi shuffles to the side, as the two adults stare at each other, with a pure hatred.
"She's been a model student torayoshi, hasn't caused a single problem. However she is now wanting to leave the premises." Genka repiles hiding back the shimmering hate for shiromi, who shrugs, and places her arms behind her head, in the classic position.
"Well, she is my kid, I'm not surprised." Shiromi mocks, glancing at kiyoshi for a second. "Anyway, I wanted to take her away for today anyway, got a old friend coming round y'know, it was sudden." Shiromi repiles, hiding the true nature of the 'meeting'.
Genka pauses, and pushes her glasses slightly. "Unfortunately, I cannot allow a removal of the premise without any actual reason. I can only tolerate medical or the death of a family member as a reasoning." Genka repiles, keeping the same formalities she's been trained for.
Shiromi sighs, and grabs Kiyoshi's shoulder. "Sorry, glasses, I wasn't asking, and well, you can't do anything anyway, so I'll be making my move." Shiromi snickers, gently guiding a confused kiyoshi out towards the gates, leaving genka to reframe from smashing the lockers to scrap metal.
"You failed again, didn't you?" A deeper, almost broken voice asks, as a cloaked figure walks into view as genka says nothing, watching shiromi and kiyoshi intently. She knows judgement is getting touchy about the ideas.
"I didn't fail, its just a slight delay. We can't remember what happened, we're drained of any mental magic, so it's a delay, that she knew of. My question is how?" Genka pauses, as judgement stands beside her, looming over and nearly headbutting the ceiling.
"She seems to be aware of the time. The concept she holds. Her magic is off the charts, yet she bares no demon. Do you think she is a elder?" Judgement warns and genka grimaces at the thought.
"How? How can such a low life of a person be a elder? Her mother didn't bare magic, neither did my brother. Hanako is the only way a elder exists." Genka spits back, walking away.
Judgement sighs, and follows as she swiftly walks back to the headmasters room, ignoring the confused students watching in the classrooms.
"That's the second child gone today, both being the experiment. Yet that other one, she has a strain of nemesis magic, yet she isn't related. I fear that we aren't being told the truth." Judgement warns, as genka opens the doors and shuts them as quick.
"You fear a lot. Because we have a selective memory seal. That lockdown was a magic hex, and we died before it came down. We have lost the knowledge that is invaluable, and none of my members can find the files that aren't corrupted." Genka remarks, sitting down and opening her laptop, finding the usual.
"Yet they bare knowledge we lost. Yet they dont tell us. Take my warnings seriously. Your niece is a force to be reckoned with." Judgement warns dissipating into nothing, leaving genka confused and worried.
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Retribution. (Dis Continued)
Fanficit's been eight years since the timeline was reset. the group have all but lost their memory of timeline zero, yet the ghosts of their past haven't. now with old friends torn apart, family separated, the elder of the universe must train their fusion...
