Death Guns In Another World

1526  Sakuya's Story 1: The Rebellious

As far as she could remember she had been a rebellious one, someone who does whatever she wants, maybe all this started after she lost her mother.

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The sharp bell chimes loudly, her eyes fly open in shock. She blinked a few times, smoothing out the fuzzy world before her.

Her jaw felt stiff and her teeth were clenched against each other. She lifted her head from her doodle-stained desk and stared out in a daze at the classroom before her. Her classmates were busy clearing off their desks and stuffing paper pencils into binders before exiting through the wooden door on the right side of the room. She unclenched her jaw and stood up, her legs snapping up and flinging her chair into a person crossing behind.

"Ow!"

They groaned.

"What's your freakin' problem!?"

She turns around.

"Sorry,"

She giggled.

 "I didn't see you."

 Without another word, she turned back to her desk and stuffed her work into her fat binder that sat on the floor under her desk.

"Sakuya,"  She heard the teacher sing.

'Oh great, she's happy about something, that can't be good.'

 She mumbled and looked up.

"Yes!" She said obliviously.

"Where are you sleeping again?" She questioned, even though she already knew the answer.

'That's what I hate about teachers, even if they know what you've done they make you admit it. Or when they are lecturing you and then they end with Okay? and you nod, then they go, Pardon? then you have to say yes, like can't they just shut the hell up? God.'

She nodded.

"Pardon?!" She yelped as if she had just given her the finger or something.

She rolled her eyes.

'See what I mean?!'

"YES!" She said a little too loudly.

A deadly silence followed.

 "You'll be here at 3:30 for detention.''

 Her teacher snapped.

'Is that all you got, bitch! What's up with teachers and lame comebacks? All it ever is; "Detention, Office, Hall, Suspension, EXPELD!" God, bless these poor creatures with some god-damned creativity.'

This detention business never bothered her, her father never asked why she was home late, and if he did she would tell 'em I was smokin' weed with my friends. Like he would care. Well, it was because he knew she was in her rebellious phase.

"Pardon?!" She screeched again.

'Man, that was it, I can fucking take it anymore.'

"What? What do you want me to freakin' say?!" She snapped.

"Make that tomorrow as well!" Her teacher added evilly.

"Can't come. I have a dance tournament tomorrow." She grumbled under her breath.

"What was that?!" She nosed.

"Nothing" She sighed, "It just, some of us have lived here.'' Follow current s on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

She said quietly.

"That's it Sakuya, I have had it up to here!"

Her teacher gestured to her forehead.

"You'll be here with me for the next two weeks." She patted her hair.

 "And I will be calling your father in to talk." She added.

She glared at her.

'Who the hell does she think she is?!'

 Her blood boiled, she could just start screaming at her, diss her until she cried. Or she could do the responsible thing and -- screw it she snatched up her binder and slammed her chair under her desk, dramatically kissing her teeth at her before giving her the finger and stalking out of the room.

She broke into a run once she was out of the door and tore across the cement hallways.

Her black combat boots slapped on the rubber tiles.

"Sakuya! Get back HERE!" The teacher yelled from behind her.

"Go to hell, you cock sucker!" She screeched giving her a middle finger.

Her reply was muffled, and she ignored it. She swung around the corner and flew down the stairs, taking them by threes. She rarely did this, only in desperate times.

'Desperate times call for desperate actions.'

She slammed into the steel doors and tripped outside.

"Crap, I forgot my bag!"

Bag = Cell phone, iPod, and important stuff she cursed under her breath, no way she was going in there, not after what just happened. She slowed to a lazy walk and pulled her black hood over her long black hair.

'Need my iPod, I need my music, it is the only thing that can save me from my annoying father.'

 Maybe she could spend the night on the street, like a bum. Right... She groaned and turned the corner to the bus stop.

The sky was a mass of grey clouds and seagulls.

' Ah, the joys of the city. Pollution and loud garbage-eating birds.'

 She entered the glass bus shelter and plopped down on the bench. A few seconds later she turned her head to see who was sitting beside her. A hobo.

Her head snaps back to stare out the glass walls. Her heart thumped franticly.

'Common Mr. Bus... Hurry up!'

"Yer... for the bus?" He said in a hoarse voice, "broke... down, there."

He snorted without waiting for an answer.

She looked down the road, guess what, he was right. The bus lay on its side, people stood around impatiently as the bus driver talked with the police.

'Shit!'

 She nodded to the man and plunged her free hand into the pocket of her black baggy pants before pulling it back out and tossing him a dollar.

"Have a nice night mister.'' She sighed and began her long trek home.

That night was longer than the previous ones because of her father's nagging. She had to sit in dogeza for two hours, it was that day she recalled she was Japanese. They had moved out of the country, and came to the USA to start a new life, her father had come to work for her new boss. A Yakuza moving to work for a cartel boss. How ironic.

In a few days, she would meet her father's new boss's daughter. It's said there have the same age.

'Hopefully, she would be fun to mess with.' Sakuya now back in her room couldn't help but smirk thinking of the future.

'While her father bosses around my father, I'll be bossing her around. Fair I guess.'

On top of being rebellious, she was a sadist.

 Someone who found pleasure in other's suffering.

Unfortunately, she meet her match later on. Boss father, Boss daughter.