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[destroyer]

this is gruesome torture,

He honestly did not like this situation at all, not one bit. It wasn't that he was lost, no it took him only a few months to get used to his surroundings, but the sheer fact that he was here of all places still bugged him. The bloody bridge, a good two hours away from the main academy. Did he have some kind of brain damage to himself or what? This had, somehow, became a common practice where out of the blue his feet would drag him here on one random day for no reason. It was odd and irritating at the same time. Ah, the irony of it all. Still, despite his inner arguments and distaste, the place wasn't as half bad as he made it sound. The scenery over the horizon was nice, almost picture perfect, while the waters down below only added to the effect. There had been more than one occasion where he had brought a camera here and took some pictures but he had yet to try and sketch or paint anything yet.

However, today wasn't really one of those 'enjoy the kodak moment' things.

Of all the times his feet would drag him here, it was today. He was supposed to be in his room right now typing away on his laptop to finish an essay or perhaps reading a book, For sure both were boring tasks but the fact that he was sick at the moment did not help things. He didn't sniffle or sneeze but would always cough and he felt more tired than usual. Then again, the coughing could attribute to his terrible habit... speaking of which it was starting to kick in again, yay. Even with him supposed to be bedridden he would still occasionally get up, just for a smoke. Checking all over his pants he felt his lighter and carton, took them out and popped one into his mouth, before lighting it up and began smoking away. This was definitely not healthy, nor was it a regular for a sick person to do, but he kept on doing it anyway. In addition to that the bus also came in longs rounds so it was fine, he had time.

but who cares?

[piccolo]

Training was always a part of Piccolo's life. sure it was not as hard core as others, but he did not really want to destroy anything. It would suck to be the one to pay them for the damage or rebuild it himself. Just not his thing. But training in combat was always somewhat fun to Piccolo.

He left early, making sure others were not around. With a nice open area that was decently far from the school, Piccolo soon was just practicing with simple kicks and punches to the air. He soon moved to punching the near by trees, doing his best not to really damage them.

He was doing alright so far. Moving about, he continued, never missing a beat. His training soon stopped as he felt the energy of another near by. On the bridge. He stopped his movements and had both of his feet meet with the ground. "A Student..?" He questioned.

Then he remembered, if it was a student, shouldn't they not be out here...? Growing curious, Piccolo moved from the trees and rose above them. He hovered quickly to the bridge only to be right. It was one of the fourth years. Smoking.

Great.

Piccolo hated the smell of smoke. It was always so overpowering and quite dreadful. He hovered to the end of the bridge and slowly made his way to the boy, looking quite emotionless as usual.

"You do know those are bad for your health." Piccolo confirmed, knowing the boy should have that already in his mind.

[destroyer]

this is gruesome torture,

Ah... how many did this make today? The second, right? He blew out and tapped the ashes as they crumbled and fell to dust on the road, well he was making some progress; usually he'd have at least four a day or so but he was cutting back... slowly, at least. Then again, he never did smoke this much unless his mood was terribly crappy, which included this instances. 'Honestly, who gets sick in the middle of summer?' He wondered before inhaling once more, it just didn't make sense. The next he exhaled he also let out a frustrating sigh before looking up at the sky - ah, it hurt. Shaking his head he brought his eyes down again and peered at the river banks moving in a slow wave. Oh look, there was also this black blurb... slowly make its way forward. What the hell?!

His eyes blinked once, twice, before the image disappeared. Perhaps he was sicker than he thought, seeing delusions and all in the middle of broad daylight, but of course he didn't expect said apparition to speak up either. "You know those are bad for you." He didn't give the usual reaction of a frightened jump and a screech but blinked and turned to the side, cigarette hanging and almost forgotten in his lips. A few feet away from him stood a lone figure, clothed in foreign clothing, with green skin. ...oh, it was the phys ed teacher, Piccolo. Somehow, in the back of his mind (the still rational part of his mind), reasoned at how he was so calm and at ease with the fact that his teacher had flew over the water and took on a green shade for his skin when clearly he should be panicking and going insane. Ha, too late for that one, sorry.

In his opinion the man wasn't really bad. Sure he was pretty brutal during classes but he didn't really butt into student matters like other teachers did - those types drove him insane, or at least annoyed him. This one was fairly quiet and reserved so it was all good for him. But what was with that distasteful look of his - oh. Reaching up the young man took out the white stick, flickered the ashes a bit, before putting it back in his mouth in a lazy manner. It was almost done anyway, no need for him to stomp it out. Wait, crap. This was a teacher in front of him, right? Dammit. "It's okay, I know it already; the other teachers have already lectured me." Kuro waved it off, clearly unfazed with the other's presence (despite his early internal exclamation) before continuing, "As long as it's away from other students it should be okay, right?" It took him a lot of willpower to abide by that, especially in his room.

but who cares?

[piccolo]

Piccolo eyed the kid. Seemed as though he was already used to him. Not bad. His reaction was somewhat unexpected, but whatever. Piccolo was not worried, he was curious was all.

He blinked a little at the scent of the smoke and let out whatever smoke he breathed in with a sigh. OH he deeply hated that smell. "Alright. I don't care what happens. I know it's hard for you Humans to stop, so I'll let you off with this." Piccolo informed with a small nod. Seemed the kid had gotten enough lectures.

But Piccolo noticed something else. He heard the boy speak of being sick before he made his entrance. He raised a glared brow to the man. "So, from the looks of it, you're sick." Piccolo confirmed. "You should be resting instead of standing out here smoking." He sighed to the boy and stood closer to him. "If you don't want to, fine. Just letting you know it'd be better if you rested. I can make sure you don't have to do the work for a while."

AND NO... Piccolo did not...care.... He just wanted the best for the students right now, and if one was so willing to go out and have a cig, then Piccolo was not one to take this standing. He was not mad at the boy, everyone always needs their outlets...including himself for that matter. Right now, it was just him and the kid. He looked around a little to confirm it.

[destroyer]

this is gruesome torture,

He shrugged indifferently, completely used to the same words being repeated over and over again. Of course they weren't word per word the same however the overall message was clear: smoking was bad. Bah, who cared about such things anyway? Aside from that he didn't heavily smoke all the time, only when he was stressed, extremely pissed, or craved for one of the little cancer sticks - usually it was the former and rarely the latter. At least though this teacher didn't rub it into his face too much, about his terrible habit, but he was still surprised, even if he didn't show it.

Truth be told he hadn't really expected such a statement coming out of Piccolo, the phys ed teacher who worked his students to the bone both in body and mind, and it was literally. He was able to endure but damn it was hard, it took a lot of will power not to go insane and just drop dead during one of their many 'training' sessions; it was useful but brutal. Plus, on the side note of that, a lot of people feared the green toned teacher - he was, after all, not from this world. He was civil but his appearance and conduct (from time to time) did frighten others off, including teachers at times, but in the end he was able to blend in. Yet, still, this was Piccolo we were talking about and hearing all of this was just... surreal.

"You should be resting instead of standing out here smoking." He kept a bored facade, as if saying 'does it look like I can do that?' Hist feet definitely had a mind of its own and it had to act up on the one day he became sick - he'd try to overpower the invisible magnet but it always did end in failure. "If you don't want to, fine. Just letting you know it'd be better if you rested. I can make sure you don't have to do the work for a while." The young man blinked once, then twice, before something cracked calm attitude and some emotion finally showed: he gaped at the man with his cigarette just sitting in his mouth, burning away. Was he serious? No, no, this was definitely a hallucination because the teacher did not just tell him that he would help the student rest easy by telling other teachers an excuse, that out of all people it was Piccolo. Sadly, once he got over his initial shock everything around him was still in place. The man wasn't a terrible person but this was just... spontaneous, per se.

"Ah, it's okay... I'm fine, it'll go away by tomorrow, most likely." Kuro replied shakily, taking one last inhale before crushing the butt of the cigarette out, "Besides, it's not really my thing to use sickness as a way out of school work or anything." He hated working but he did it anyway and by far he wasn't going to let some little fever/cold get in his way, besides, there wasn't much homework for him to do anyway, and it was his final year. Damn, the pressure of it all.

but who cares?

[clumsykohaku]

Kohaku was bored and had nothing to do. Sure, there was homework and unfinished projects, but she didn't feel like staying holed up in a dorm room at the moment. She grabbed her violin case and strapped it on her back. The mood to play might strike her on her little outing.

She probably wasn't supposed to be out now, but if she got caught, oh gosh darn well. Kohaku did not care before, wouldn't care now, and wouldn't care later. Teachers can say what they want for all I care. Won't hurt me, won't kill me.

The bridge was her decided destination for the outing. No bus, but she wanted to walk and stretch her legs anyway. Upon her arrival, she saw two figures. A boy and some green person... Green... Ah, the much rumored PE teacher. She had not had a class with him yet, but maybe in the near future. Kohaku could smell smoke from far away and pulled her amber scarf up and over her nose.

Kohaku walked up unnoticed and pounced on the railing of the bridge in front of the person who wasn't green. He looked like a fourth year or something like that. "You know, Mister...

You'll die soon someday
It's ticking, your life's clock
Mister will grab his throat and make a croak
And then his heart will stop."

She pulled the scarf tighter around her nose. The smell was unbearable. "You probably get this already... I felt I wanted to annoy you more. But instead of saying it's bad for you... I'm just going to say that you'll die. And in a rhyme for a little difference. People don't tell others that they'll die in a rhyme. Usually."

Kohaku fumbled around in her bag she carried everywhere and pulled something out. "Gum?"

[destroyer]

this is gruesome torture,

Son of a bitch.

This was interesting. Not only had a complete stranger go up to his face invading his personal space, but have said person right off the bat tell him he would die. Well, no shit he would die, duh, everyone did. The way he mentioned it, however, was interesting. It eased the fact that he was going to die faster, or earlier than the most (note the sarcasm.) However, as he thought before, it was still unique. He chuckled a bit as he flicked the ash before his chuckle became a small laugh; this was simply precious. "Indeed it's unique to get such a message." The young man commented, absolute amusement and mirth evident in his voice and eyes, "Why couldn't death be more like you?"

He had encountered the entity before, twice might he add, and it wasn't really such the best experience. Darkness and pain and nothingness, not really pleasant - with rhymes at least you can disassemble, reassemble, and play around with the words until you deem fit of making sense with them. That, and it may have eased the idea of fading away forever.

"But anyway, aside from that note..." Unceremoniously dropping the stick and crushing it with his foot, "I'll pass up your offer on gum - I have my own stash." He was about to say something else but decided not to; he didn't want to sound all sentimental and emotional. "Though I must say, I'm impressed that you're here instead of classes - shouldn't they have started by now?"

but who cares?

[clumsykohaku]

"Classes? What are these - classes - you speak of?" Kohaku laughed and jumped off the railing. "I could ask you the same thing. But to answer your question, I really do feel as if I have a headache. The academy is suffocating me at the moment." She steadied her violin case with her arm and pulled her hat up a bit. "Too many people if you know what I mean."

Kohaku spun around and laughed again. "I'm way cooler than death!" She flashed a rare smile of hers, stopped spinning, and tilted her head to the side. "Oh, yeah! You hesitated before talking a second ago. I want to know what you were going to say." Kohaku pulled down her scarf and popped the gum in her mouth. It was mint. She quickly spit it back out in the wrapper. "Oooog... That just made the headache worse..." Stuffing the wrapper in her pocket, she muttered to herself. "I'll throw that away later... Bad move, Kohaku, bad move..."

She whipped her head to meet the fourth-year's. A burst of pain came up sharply. "Dammit, that hurt! And you... You did not just see me spit gum back out." Kohaku leaned against the railing. "Anyway, if you don't want gum, you want some other candy or something?"

[destroyer]

this is gruesome torture,

Such an interesting and odd girl, he thought as the whole situation seemed more of a one-sided conversation than anything else. While the new comer had just announced that his death was near she (judging from the voice pitch) started saying a barrage of sentences all about. Funny really, yet not in a mocking way. Of course he didn't show any of this and simply nodded, staring at the animated girl. "Didn't really have anything to say, just contemplating is all." Death wasn't really a subject he liked to talk about so he pretty much steered away from it, however, it didn't mean that his earlier thought about 'rhyming your death' was false either.

"And no thanks; love the offer, but I'm quite good." He waved his hand a bit, in clear decline, "You eat it - I'm not a super big fan of sweets right after a smoke." True, but he tended to chew some mint gum then some bubble gum which produced large bubbles, he had a habit of chewing something during classes. "The reason I'm not at school," he began with a slight cough, "is because I'm sick so I'm taking it easy for a bit." He'd probably be back in classes tomorrow, but today he would be home free. With that being said he took out his phone, flipped it open, and slid it back in its place, he'd have to get back soon to sleep - he was tired.

but who cares?

[clumsykohaku]

Kohaku sighed and rubbed her head. She stared intently at the fourth year for a while. He was no fun. He didn't laugh. "I probably seem like I'm talking a lot. I'm trying to entertain you here." Turning around to face the opposite direction, Kohaku placed both hands behind her head and sighed again.

She closed her eyes and let silence fill the air. Reopening them, she made an abrupt comment. "Death sucks." Kohaku glanced to the side at the fourth year. "But that's why we can enjoy life, right? So laugh a little." She jumped back on the railing, not caring about the danger of falling, and stared over the edge. It seemed like the mood to play her instrument had struck her after all. Kohaku slid her case off her back and took out her instrument, bow, and shoulder rest. She tightened her bow and placed the shoulder rest onto the violin. "If you don't want to listen, I can leave."

[destroyer]

this is gruesome torture,

'It isn't really my nature to laugh either.' He mentally commented as he watched the girl take out a violin - oh, that was interesting. He didn't actually play, but knew a few thing, but the instrument was nothing short of fascinating though. He played as well, some other things, but nothing close to a violin; he'd been meaning to actually try but just stuck to his normal instruments and left the thought alone - listening and gazing at it was enough. With a turn he started to head straight, to where the bus stop should be.

"Yeah, it definitely suck, but it's life. And really sorry to be a party pooper, but I'm pretty beat; my energy's low at the moment. 'would've loved to hear your play though" He gave a slight turn and a grin, "Maybe next time I'll laugh for ya or something, when I'm better and not risking a major coughing fit." With his back turned he gave a salutation, "Maybe you should try composing songs and add your lyrical talents - love to hear it some time later."

but who cares?

[clumsykohaku]

"I don't sing... But I do compose," Kohaku commented. She gave a slight smile. "At least you grinned. Better than nothing. And you said more than one sentence in a shorter time."

She stared off to the distance. "You want a book or something? Hand-held game?"

Kohaku thought for a moment as another idea popped into her head and placed her bow in the same hand that held her instrument. She dug around in her bag and tossed what she pulled out to the fourth year. "Here, you can have that. It helps supress the coughing. You don't have to use it 'cause I get that most won't trust a stranger's offerings." She shifted her bow back to the other hand. "I'm Kohaku, in case you're up for exchanging names."

[destroyer]

this is gruesome torture,

He made a pivotal turn, just in time to catch the box. It was cough medicine... or at least that what it seemed like to him; what luck. "I don't laugh, but I grin - better than nothing, right?" He gave another one to prove his point before heading off away from the girl and back to the academy, "It's Kuro by the way; see ya." And soon enough he was gone from sight.

but who cares?