Strawberry Skies || Ishimondo Angsty Fluff

Chapter 4 - I Promise I Wont

               //TW implied s//x/al ab//se
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August 3, XXXX Mondo POV 10:00

I made it to class in a few minutes. A little late, but not too late for the teacher to suspect something of me.

She started calling role and said his name,

"Kiyotaka Ishimaru! Kiyotaka Ishimaru? Hm, must not be here or he skipped, im going to have to count him absent."

"Actually, miss, he was here earlier today, i saw him in homeroom!" Said that one Mukuro girl.

"Oh, how strange.." The teacher muttered. "I expected a little more of him since he's the Ultimate Moral Compass..but i guess we shouldn't judge a book by its cover."

She finishes attendance and we start class. I cant help but zone out and wonder what happened to him. Maybe I treated him too harshly? No that can't be it, maybe it was something else.

He looked absolutely mortified. like.. he was trying to forget something he didn't want to remember?

Yeah, if I remember correctly, he said he didn't want to remember something, but what..?

I shake my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts. It kind of works, but the headache i got was the reason most of the thoughts went away.

Taka POV

I was in the third floors bathroom stall, trying to calm myself down. I was breathing in and out rapidly and felt as if my chest was about to explode. I was choking on my own tears and didn't know what to do.

I then hear the door open. I to cover my mouth to silence out my choking, but it was too late. I hear a familiar voice.

"uh- Kiyotaka?" asked the voice.

I whipped my head around to where i heard the voice.

"It's me, Yasuhiro, are you okay-?" he asked.

I opened the bathroom stall quickly whilst still trying to catch my breath.

i was a mess, red puffy eyes, a snotty nose, and tears rolling down my cheeks.

"dude are you okay-?" he asked, whilst walking over to me, looking concerned.

I shake my head 'no' and attempt to wipe away my tears.

He sighs and turns on the sink whilst grabbing a few paper towels.

he wets them and wipes my face softly, trying to clean me up. And then gets dry paper to dry off my face.

"There you go, all done!" he grinned idiotically

I chuckle a bit, "Thank You, Hiro."

He nods, "No problem dude! You should probably get to class now."

I nod and bow to him, "Yes! I'm sorry for bothering you, let's pretend this never happened!"

I leave the bathroom and head over to my class. i'm late. damn it. i'm never late to class! i shouldn't have over reacted, otherwise i wouldnt have been late!!

I speed walk to the classroom and open the door, entering the room.

"Ah! Ishimaru! We were expecting you!" Said the teacher once she noticed me.

I bite the inside of my lip and nod, "I'm sorry for being late to class! This won't happen again! I promise!!" i bow, whilst asking for forgiveness.

The teacher gives me a warm smile, "It's okay Ishimaru, go take a seat."

I walk over to my desk and realize that Mondo guy from earlier sits in front of me. I feel a bit uneasy, but sigh and get my stuff out.

Class resumes and i try to pay attention whilst taking notes and annotating a few things.

Learning had always been a top priority for me. I want to become better than my grandfather. Instead of being some lazy "genius", i will work hard to achieve what i need. I won't be some lazy fuck like him. I won't manipulate others into doing what i want. I won't force others to commit sexual actions with me, i wont make them carry the guilt. i wont make them think that they were in the wrong. i won't. i won't. i won't. i won't. i won't. i won't. i won't. i won't.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's Mukuro, "Hey Taka? the teacher is calling on you.." she whispered whilst pointing at the board, with a complex math problem on there.

I nod, and walk up to the front of the class and press the chalk that was given to me on the board. My hands move swiftly as i work out the problem. Thoughts and predictions float around my head whilst i write in more numbers and variables. My brain and hand working together, to solve this mystery. It's quite calming actually. In math, there's always an answer, an answer to every problem. unlike life itself. there will be problems you can't overcome. i know, i've experienced it. In math, you can also never ponder on and on about an equation with no answer. There will always be a correct answer, whether you like it or not.

"And the answer is.... 2/9(x+y)" i said in the end, whilst i added in the last stroke of chalk onto the board.

"Impressive Ishimaru! You may take your seat!" exclaimed the Teacher.

I hear hushed whispers around me, "as you'd expect from Toranosuke Ishimarus grandson, he's a fuckin' genius." said a girl with strawberry blonde hair.

a genius. that's what they thought of me. i don't want to be a genius. i cant be a genius. i. won't. be. a. genius. i swear on the Ishimaru name. there will be no more geniuses. especially after what he had done.

Class ends and so does the entire school day soon enough.

I walk down the halls of the school, heading over to the library. The smell of books, always so pleasing.

When you open a book, it's like you never know what's going to happen next. You learn so much throughout them, morals, writing formats, and most importantly, rules.

I pick up a book about the Civil War in the western part of the world.

It never really sat right with me how Americans dealt with politics. At this point, their leaders only want the leading position for power, not for the good of the country.

Not that Japan is exempted from that. My country had done horrible and disgusting things, and refuses to apologize for it, but we're learning in a way. unlike them.

I get lost in my book, flipping through pages, looking at the portraits, examining the constitution, interpreting the laws, etc..

I finish the book in no time, and decide it's time for me to go home. I put my stuff in my book bag, and head out the door.

"My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru, and i am the Ultimate Moral Compass. Not some low life genius who doesn't work for what they deserve."
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