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Chapter Title: Black and Blue - What The Fuck Did You Do

Chapter Rating: Teen (for cursing, as always)

Word Count of Story Text: don't care

Note: Uh... none, because there isn't a valid explanation for the late updation expect procrastination. Oo I rhymed. Something is wrong with me today...

Note 2: everything in this is my opinion, ok? If you say I'm a bitch for it, i'll just be 'ok' cause its what you think and its what i think, ok?

Note 3: First and foremost - this will be a progression of Anissa's maturity and thought process. So she will be very stereotypical in this. For now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shuyin, Anissa, or Tengaki– they are the property of my sister, and most likely my most faithful reader (she started it all, my friends), Anissa. Praise her for creating the person who probably pushed out this chapter. I also don't own .Hack/Legend or make any profit either.

Wednesday's sucked.

They were in the middle of the week, tormenting because Wednesday was the average day that teachers assigned tests, quizzes, larger assignments, and had week long or longer projects due. Unfortunately, it was because it was usually the day that ranked highest for student attendance.

Bull shit.

Who was doing the math? Certainly some biased teacher, parent, adult, whatever – no sane kid would betray their fellow students by coming to the false assumption.

And so was the topic of Anissa's study hour that day.

“I also think it's because the day that people really get the hang on the week but also begin to work themselves to finish what they need before the weekend so they're free for what they want to do.”

She was in the room with Jackie, the one who had just spoken with a surprisingly rational reason that she'd never heard before, Jami, who was on the couch asleep and muttering curses, Cordelia, who was filing her nails sharper than she'd seen the entire time Anissa had attended the school up to that point, Shuyin, Shugo, and Tengaki, who were engrossed in an argument that was apparently two against one, Shuyin being the outnumbered one.

There were many others in the room, too. Katie Allman even, the one she'd clashed against like fire and ice; Katie was ice, of course. Catherine Park, one of the people who flocked Katie regularly, and Mimi Smitheens, the other who flocked Katie that was Japanese were both in the room as well, joined in the debate over which day was the worst day of the week and why.

Damn teachers always have to know why, occurred in more than just Anissa's thoughts.

“That's my point. Mondays are the worst because its a new week, the first day where you're not settled in for what's to come. Besides, Monday is the first and the first is always the worst.”

Despite hanging around Katie all the time, Anissa thought Mimi was alright, and didn't believe all the rumors she'd begun to hear as of late about Mimi being a rue and a lie.

Anissa guessed it was because of her full Japanese name, or nick name, it seemed. Mimiru. To Anissa, the name sounded something to be used in Choir, or Vocal Classes, or such. A perfect name to practice hitting notes on vowels, was what her sister had said about the name after a call about two weeks before, on September Eleventh when Alyssa had been allowed to call simply because of the date.

While she didn't and did understand why 9/11 was a reason to call home, she wasn't ungrateful for her sister being allowed to call and that she'd been cheered up on the day she called the day of remembrance.

“But Wednesdays are in the middle, and always the longest because everything, well, not everything, that's an exaggeration, lets just say a lot instead, is planned on that day because it's always the day where people think 'oh geez. Three more days – counting today – until the end of the week and I can relax. How am I going to do this?'. Something along those lines, anyways.”

After starting up the debate by openly complaining that Wednesdays sucked and were the worst days of the week, thus indirectly and unintentionally provoking Katie to shoot back a response that disagreed with what she said, Anissa wondered if Katie brought it on herself.

Anissa didn't mind that Katie voiced her opinion, she wholly respected that of course, but it infuriated Anissa that it seemed that Katie disagreed with Anissa on nearly everything and wasn't nearly mean to any of her other friends.

The sophomore was beginning to get on her nerves severely, however, and she was surprised at herself that she had yet to take a physical opposition to the athletically cocky dyed blonde. The verbal attacks had already begun except they were mild, cautious.

Katie is treading on lava in a boat ready to melt.

…

I've got to work on my quotes, or metaphors, or whatever the hell they are called, Anissa sighed in her mind as the argument continued on. Her study hall teacher, Mrs. Tyler, observed them silently with a smile at which Anissa kept furrowing her brow.

It reminded Anissa of her mother when her mother was in her silent moods where she refused to talk period. Though Anissa would admit any day that she preferred the silences over her mother's voice.

“Wednesday is the worst day of the week because realizations settle in; the laziness and the unsuspecting moods are washed away from the weekend and you're at full comprehension level which leaves no room for sugarcoating.”

The room went silent at the deep voice that took over the small area and all heads turned towards Balmung Beyoneisu.

Balmung Beyoneisu, the richest man in the school and possibly considered the hottest but also the most composed and independent.

He was one of the first people she had seen on her first day and labeled 'rich, snotty, and popular'. Snotty was not something she considered him to be anymore.

“Chya, if you're one of the slow, retarded people or one of the stoners, drinkers, crackheads, sex-driven people,” Anissa snorted, crossing her arms sourly.

Eying everyone in the room when voices became hushed, Anissa berated herself for the tone and words she used for her retort. But then again, Anissa doubted that it was what she said but rather to who she said it.

Hottest guy in the school -- at least from what she'd been told by many girls from many different cliques -- and she had to snap back at him. Gods, she was a genius.

Already, she was thinking up a newspaper headline: Punk Chick Gets Herself Killed in 25 Days! Find out how!

Heh… Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder… who can't shut up or say anything smart… that's me…

“True; then the snap back to reality day happens to be Friday, which is why the majority of the students are overly in a good mood,” was the lazy reply. Balmung hardly seemed fazed, hardly affected or even aware of something completely irregular happening.

Goth Treads on Prep Territory and Pays the Price! Read the whole story here!

He reminded Anissa a bit of her mother, only less easily provoked. Maybe her father, instead… Alyssa was much more intimidating and had more of a finality in the tone of her voice.

“And thats why Friday is the school favorite -- cause everyone finally catches up with reality and realize the week's almost over.”

New Girl + Breaking A High school Popularity Rule Trashed and Scattered!

In five seconds, Katie is gonna try and contradict me, kill me, and thus, I'll end up trashed and scattered in my new town.

“But Fri --”

“--How about this --” a redhead spoke, cutting Katie off, “--Whether or not a day of the week is the worst or the best depends on the speaker's opinion. Everyone's mind is different, we're all raised by different people, have gone through different experiences; we've all got different opinions, and whether anything is anything, matters on opinion. Best and worst is biased. So deal.”

“Yeah, go Taryn!” Jackie yelled enthusiastically, punching her fists in the air. Both Taryn and Jackie were wearing black and white hi-tops with black and red laces, thick green eyeliner, and balls. (1).

After Jackie spoke, there was a long, awkward silence that lasted as long as five minutes. Anissa had the feeling that few people were able to even process what Taryn had said (seeing as most of the class was filled with freshmen,) let alone come up with a sensible comeback. Hell, Anissa wasn't even sure her sister would be able to counter Taryn.

Then again, Alyssa probably wouldn't argue but instead agree. Anissa wouldn't be surprised if that would be the case if the two ever met and spoke of the subject.

But that is for another time, Anissa thought. Glancing at the clock, she began to toss all her items into her black backpack (with several pins and patches spread out on the flaps) and slung a strap onto her shoulder. More than a few people sent a glance her way, but she didn't care, to be honest. Breaking the silence by whatever means possible was usually what Anissa was known for.

Anissa actually found that to be something she was proud of.

Better than being known for the smartest blonde, anyways.

The bell rang, just as Anissa predicted, and she was out of the classroom before Katie had a chance to ruin her poise in some way. Katie had a tendency at attempting to send Anissa off balance and lose a battle with the well known force called gravity and her feet.

Boink!

Oh, fuucckk!

Along with seeing how far erasers would bounce off the top of her head...

(-)

After awhile, the day began to slow. Second hour study hall so far had been the quickest class of the day. Lunch proved to be even slower, which made lunch seem quiet and quite the uneventful. But who was she to care? Lately her life had been great, but somewhat depressing as well. Anissa didn't care enough to try and find out why.

Perhaps it was Katie and her countless attempts to provoke her into violent anger, but as it was said - Anissa really did not care.

Fourth Hour - German One - was the first class she had after lunch, and frankly, was one of the last classes she cared for since the beginning of the school year. Jami, who had recently died her hair back to an auburn color somewhat near her natural hair color, was the only friend of hers in the same German class.

Usually, the two of them were the main entertainment in the class - striking up meaningless conversations and laughing obnoxiously at the slightest amusing thing in the room. But today, it was different. Jami was absent, and Anissa was far too mellow to have been spirited, even if Jami had been present.

"So, your cohort isn't here today, it seems. Is she skipping my class, yet again, Nagoya? Do you know where she is?"

"Nein, ich weiss nicht, Frau Jean." (2)

"Ach so. Sie ist nicht hier, und es ist mir egal. Das ist drei unterricht." (3)

Anissa ignored the teacher for the rest of the class, and didn't understand a word she was saying. How could she? She'd only been in German one for about a month - she only knew about ten sentences off the top of her head and they were about food or something not really important. Her vocabulary was as limited as a German three year old and to be honest, Anissa thought it was funny. Basically, in Germany, she was so stupid, she was at the level of three year old german kids, but in Germany, first graders were about as smart English Kindergarten kids.

Anissa loved it.

The bell rang and Anissa was the first out of her seat and through the door. She always loved the break between 4th and 5th hour, mainly because Shugo would always walk her to her next class and stay with her until the thirty second bell rang. In under a month, Shugo became her best friend and she confided as much as she could in him without getting too personal for either of them.

"Hey there, sunshine. What's got that son of a bitch look on your face?"

Shugo, much unlike day one when she met him (on the way to school, not the home episode of Cops), cursed as frequently as he could without every other word being a curse word. Anissa didn't mind all that much - she was a bit of a frequent curser and not to mention her sister, who went through a 'fuck!' phase a while ago. After three years, Anissa doubted that the phase ever left so much as all the other words being used just as frequently.

Shugo, however, sometimes just did not make sense, to her.

"Son of a bitch look? Try I don't give a fuck."

"Fine, fine. What's going on?"

Shugo always went straight to the point. 'Hello's or 'Hey's weren't really part of his vocabulary unless he didn't have something to say, or something on his mind that he didn't really care to say out loud - at least not to Anissa.

"Life, right now, is boring as fuck."

"Life, as always, can get better. I'm going down to Oakwood, after fifth. Want to bail with me? Shuyin's going to be there, if it makes any difference."

Best friends always made sure they knew who the other liked, and while Anissa hadn't been able to find out who Shugo liked, Shugo found out quite easily who she'd begun to crush on.

Shuyin, the guy that had picked Jackie up on the first day, was pretty much was the nicest guy to her, even compared to Shugo. With the blackest of hair and blue eyes, he was the tall, dark, and handsome of her life story at the moment. Shuyin wasn't the complete Goth either, that wore strictly black, eyeliner, piercings everywhere and all the jazz (although Anissa loved that style) - he had his own style that seemed like everyone elses but wasn't any in particular.

Baggy jeans every day, and any random shirt with his always present green zip up hoodie that read 'ARMY' on the front, basically described what he always wore in general. Shuyin skateboarded, of course, but didn't make it seem like it was his life and the only thing he did after the school day.

His smile was always sincere and all the dark clothes only seemed to bring out how he was always in a good mood - around her, anyways - and he was always the first to stand up for a girl, no matter who she was.

Shuyin was a sweetheart to her, and she liked him for it.

"We're in the fucking hallway, Shugo!" Anissa whined. Why didn't Shugo understand that liking Shuyin was supposed to be a secret?

"And? I thought you didn't give a fuck today."

Anissa recongnized the smile in his voice, and stopped walking. She stared at the back of his black hoodie, watching as he continued to walk at the same pace. "Shugo, what did you do?"

Laughing, Shugo turned around and gave her one of his famous grins. "You'll see, Niss. You'll see."

"If you told him that - if you told him anything - I'm going to murder you and skin you alive and leave in a parking lot, for fuck's sake!" By the time Anissa had lifted a foot in his direction and finished her sentence, Shugo was already running around the next corner. He was laughing for some reason Anissa really wanted to know. "Shugo!"

"What! You'll love me for it! Honest!"

Anissa didn't like the sound of it, but her heart was starting to change its beat. "I'll love you for what?"

"You'll see!"

Why does he have to be such an ass! "I don't want to fucking see, damn it!"

"Too bad!"

My fucking hopes better not get up cause of you, you fucking son of a bitch! "Shugo, you get the fuck back here!" Whatever happened to fifth hour, she didn't know. "NOW, DAMN IT!" And all the teachers who were supposed to enforce the school rules...? "SHUGO!"

(2) -- No, I don't know.

(3) -- I see. She isn't here, and it doesn't matter to me. That is 3 classes.

I tried,

reality.

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