Shit to the World and All who Inhabit It

A/n: The life of a high school wanna-be facing the temptations of life: dope, drag, booze, Versace and Gucci apparel, and most irresistible of all… the lust of the sex god.

8

I was wondering long before I stepped into this school if I could ever live like the normal boy I used to be. Somehow, that vision had taunted me but I kept pushing it away, thinking that the more I think of it, the more it would never become reality. I mean, I’m forever going to be the boy who killed a hundred and one.

And that’s not going to change that easily. Not in my terms. Not since I entered Koneko High.

Pretty weird name for a pretty normal school, right? Thought so at first. Knew then I was right all along.

Been about four days since I introduced myself in class. Since that bloody telepath told me he loved me too. Since that red-eyed boy slammed me into the wall with his mind as that one-eyed devil tried to cut my throat. Since that redheaded swordsman butted in and helped me get out of my state of shock. All the while Manx was leaning back and enjoying the whole scene, smiling like a bloody maniac.

Then I knew this was no ordinary school. This was not sheepland. This was Headquarters. School for assassins.

Truthfully, I was not overjoyed.

Living for God-knows-how-many-years with about fifty other bloodthirsty freaks like me is not my type of vacation. I had thought this new “environment” would be another of their experiments to see if they could change me. Or just another cover – up for the things they would be asking me to do. But no, they had to send me to this seemingly – normal high school to learn what other teenage slaughterers learn plus some other extras.

But despite the absurdity, I would be looking forward to the climax of this whole frenzied scheme. I don’t know if Kritiker purposely sent me here or if they were just plain tired of me. All I know is that I would be having fun. Lots of fun.

8

That morning, I woke up to see a naked Schoen atop me. I didn’t bother to send her flying off. From the way her eyes drooped and the way her hands massaged my torso, it seemed like someone enjoyed being Schoen’s puppeteer.

Good morning, katzchen… Like my gift?

Schuldig. I knew it.

If this was your idea of gift, I’d gladly receive more, I replied telepathically, rubbing Schoen’s booty some. I was rewarded with a moan. Fuck, I didn’t know if it came from the girl or him.

So more I’ll give. Only for you.

Slowly, the spellbound Schoen started pumping on top of me, groaning as if caught between her body’s natural urges or fighting back Schuldig’s order. In the end, her body won. I could feel her wetness on my shorts as she continued humping against me. I could sense the stirring in my stomach region and mind you, it was not morning sickness. A weird gurgling sound emerged from my mouth and I felt slightly embarrassed at the careless reaction.

“Give in to me…” I looked up to see Schoen’s mouth moving but that was definitely Schuldig’s voice I heard.

I groaned, almost giving in to the physical attraction. But I knew Schoen wouldn’t stop making my life hell if I pushed through with my lust. Besides, this was synonymous to buttramming Schuldig, and I didn’t want to take him this way. And so with one swift stroke, I grabbed my bugnuks and punched the ecstatic girl right in the face. I knew she wouldn’t like that. But I knew she would embrace the whack rather than to have some other thing to blow.

Ouch. That’s going to come out black and blue tonight…I knew you were the sadistic type but a little mornin’ lovin’ wouldn’t have hurt. Rather hard on yourself, aren’t you, katzchen?

“Better than having this cat trying to kill me every time…” I replied, putting back Schoen’s clothes which I found scattered, thankfully, in my room. “Did you even ask for her permission?”

Not that she wouldn’t have liked it...

I raised an eyebrow, grabbing a towel and entering the bath.

What if she didn’t try to kill you after you shagged her quite fiercely? What if she wouldn’t get mad? Think about it.

I smirked. Yeah yeah yeah. Quietly, I took off my clothes, conscious that Schuldig could sense every single damn thing I did, said, or thought. Honestly, I enjoyed his company but I didn’t want to be spied on or something. Like some piece of meat. Like sheep.

I wasn’t spying on you, kitten. Espionage would be when the target didn’t know he was spied on. In our case, you bloody well know I’m thinking of you every step of the way.

“Worse… Now would you mind?” I was completely in the nude now. And I had no plans of inviting Schuldig in.

But Schuldig was enjoying the show. Aww… this is the best part. So strong and muscular and full of…

“Sorry, you’re not allowed here.” In my mind, I locked him from the bathroom. And I’m pretty well sure I’m good at dealing with this sort of things. What, with the countless other telepaths trying to get a peek at me in those other special schools Kritiker tried to put me in?

Fine… I could practically see Schuldig pouting, yet trying hard to break my shield. But I didn’t know you had something planned for me… Hid it pretty well behind the back of your conniving little mind, huh?

“What do you mean?” The water feeling cool and refreshing on my body. Not to mention helpful in cooling my libido.

I didn’t want to take you this way… So the friggin’ arsehole quoted me. So, in what way were you thinking of taking me?

I laughed, scrubbing the dirt off. “Don’t count on it, Schu.”

Schu! Now you make an endearment for me? Ooh… You make me so excited, Ken-ken.

“Great! Now you’re happy?” I finished, drying myself. I stepped out of the room, careful that I had covered most of myself, in case he was lurking somewhere.

“I don’t lurk.” A voice startled me. “I just pop out from nowhere.”

I turned around to see Schuldig at my door, the beautiful sun making his orange mane radiate in the morning. Smiling at me as he studied my semi-wet, semi-naked state. Just the way he liked it.

I sighed in relief. “Please. Don’t do that.” I told him, hastily putting my clothes on. He didn’t tell me he saw a buttcheek until much much later. The cheat!

He laughed then checked his watch. “Manx is expecting us by eight. We should hurry a bit...”

Now I laughed. “Hurry a bit? You? Watchful of time? This is something new.”

“Okay okay!” He scowled. “I don’t want Schoen waking up on us.”

“You don’t want her to see you, you mean.”

“Same thing…”

I was quite done preparing the things I needed for class, which was not much considering the nature of Thursday classes. Thursday was laboratory assassination. Just kill and kill until you get tired.

I glanced at Schoen sleeping comfortably on my bed, my punch slowly turning into a purplish something. “Are you sure we’re just going to leave her like this? I mean, what would she think if she woke up and found herself in my room, on my bed, of all places?”

“I don’t care.” Schuldig frowned, leaving my room. “Let’s go, Ken.”

“Whatever you say.” I took one last look at Schoen, half-hoping she’d suddenly wake up and piss off Schuldig. Now that would be a sight to see!

“A sight you won’t be seeing as of now.” Schuldig remarked, as he closed my door.

I smirked. Sometimes I don’t understand why I love this asshole.

“Simply ‘cause I’m an asshole and you love pushing in and out of me,” he answered for me, stealing a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh shut up!” I wiped the kiss off with my hand. But I smiled to myself, knowing his lips would be left there for me to ponder on and for me to hunger for during cold lonely nights.

Glad you knew…