High Killers
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It was a normal day at a very rich private dormitory school with a name too complicated to say. Boys meet girls secretly, they have fun with their friends and sleep. The school he was at was sectioned to two very large buildings, one side for girls, the other side for boys. The buildings are sectioned off by one long bridge that is surrounded by glass windows for them to look out for anything and to add lighting when they go to and fro. Boys always snuck to the girls side to peek on the women changing, and everytime a boy does, they get detention for it. The detention was held in the deepest part of the building, the sub basement.
Even though the school is rich, they purposly left it nasty, dirty, smelly, and dark to put fear into detention. Some avoid ever getting into any trouble resulting into detention, others like it down there because they dont have to work as they are down there for about a few hours, sleeping. Only, this one boy has a weird thing happen to him that might cause him to become flat broke, and make him run for the rest of his life.
Shirakawa Dobitsu was yet again, staring aimlessly out the classroom window, sighing heavily from boredom. Luckily, it was his last period before roll call to their dorms. He slowly got his things together, his short yet volumed brown hair getting in his sight, so he used his long black, and rough feeling wing to blow it in place.
The teacher, Ms. Birdwells, was angry that he wasn't paying attention and pulled a feather from her arm, a beautiful green and blue swirled feather was thrown at his wing, peircing it as it went through it swiftly. Shirakawa screamed and holds his wing, glaring at her as she holds a ruler in her feathered hands, her breasts laying over both her hands as her light blue suit showed most of her clevage.
She glared back as she walked up to him, her long, shiny pink curly hair swaying slowly as she swayed her hips, her blue heels clacking against the floor. She hit his head alittle hard with the ruler and yelled at him sternly. "No daydreaming or it's detention for you." Soon, the day ended, and Shirakawa was sent to roll call for his dormitory. He was slowly walking down the hall when he accidentally bumped into Shiku Murumi, the new boy. He gasped and fell down alittle softly on the dirty, burgony rug. He looked up slowly at the cat boy and blushed, seeing how he was scared yet confused. He started to stutter softly under his voice.
He though, didnt know what to say because of the fear he saw in his beautiful eyes. He closed his agape mouth and sloely stood, frightening him even more before walking away, leaving the new boy there to think about what just happened to him. He rushed down the hall past him, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he made his way to his dorm, his hair covering his shining eyes from the setting sunlight.
He, however, froze in the middle of the bridge, looking at the shaggy green rug under his feet, grabbing his shirt and tie where his heart is and gripped, knowing something isnt right. Soon, he brushed it off and hurried to his dorm to rest up for the night, jolting back into a running motion to get there quickly before anything else happens to him. That night, he laid on his expensive bed with white sheets and feather filled pillows, dazing up at the ceiling, replaying the day in his mind before sitting up, groaning out while holding his forehead. "Why am I still thinking about him...?" He whispered under his breath as he looked towards the wall facing him, shaking slightly to what he thinks is happening to him.
He then rushed to his feet and stripped out of his undershirt and grey sweat pants. He quickly ran to the bathroom nude, and turned on his shower, drenching his body with cold water to calm his nerves. He looked at his feet and at the water rushing into the drain, staring as if he was watching his own mind slowly drip off his body and seep down there with the water. His large bat wings covered up any naughty parts as he kept himself upright with a hand to the wall. For that night, he spent it awake in the shower, petrified by the icy water, and by his fears coming true.