Seiran Academy

Chapter 6

“It is finally here! The weekend!” Minako stretched her fingers towards the sky and nearly did a childish jump as she exited the gates of the school and out into the real world once again, dressed in nothing more than a tank top and a tight pair of shorts that were flattering to her figure. Mariko walked quietly beside her, more conservatively dressed but enjoying the warm weather all the same.

“You look like you could use more than just a few days off,” Mariko pointed out.

“After only one week with that cow and her cohorts I am ready to throw myself from the roof of the school building,” Minako declared. “That is why I want to get as far away from the school as possible today. I think we should go all of the way to China! No, it still would not be far enough.”

“Minako, really, you are being ridiculous,” Mariko declared. “You act like they are out to get you.”

Minako’s great mood instantly deflated. “Mariko, you don’t understand, they are. They told me they wanted to be friends with me because of…”

Mariko waited patiently for Minako to finish her sentence, but Minako did not have it in her. Instead Minako let out a sigh and took another few steps away from the school and the surrounding dorms. “What do you want to do first?”

“I would very much love to go to the zoo,” Mariko said, slightly embarrassed. “It would be different, and we are almost sure to not run into anyone we know.”

“I think it sounds like an excellent idea,” Minako agreed. “After that we will spend the evening doing karaoke and then go to a bar!” Mariko’s face fell and Minako laughed. “I’m just teasing,” she insisted. “Come on, let’s go to the zoo and pretend the monkeys are Nemesis and Belle.”

“What about Sage?” Mariko asked innocently.

“Oh, he would be more of a snake, all slippery and slithery,” Minako insisted.

***

“I can not believe you just stare at the penguins like they are your long lost children,” Minako teased her best friend. “Why don’t you try to get a job at the zoo?”

Mariko shook her head sadly, watching the little birds dressed in natural tuxedoes waddle around in their encampment of false wildlife. “I’m not smart enough,” Mariko declared.

“I am sure you could be,” Minako insisted.

“Minako, I just don’t get things, I don’t know why...” Mariko pointed out sadly. “I mean, I don’t get anything. I want to, I try, I stay up all night… Hey, is that Mr. Evans?”

Minako had to give her credit; it was definitely a good way to change the subject. Minako looked where Mariko’s finger was pointed and nearly passed out. It was Mr. Evans, and his arm was very possessively wrapped around some Spanish looking girl with a brilliant smile. Minako gripped the railing tight in front of her and started grinding her teeth.

“I’m sorry,” Mariko whispered.

“Why are you sorry?” Minako asked, a bit more curtly than she meant to.

“I don’t think I should have pointed it out to you,” Mariko said quietly.

“You know, this is the first time I have ever seen him with a girl,” Minako pointed out to Mariko, trying to ignore the twinge of pain deep in her heart as he leaned in and whispered in the Spanish girl’s ear.

“Well, how often do you see him away from the school?” Mariko asked. “How do you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend, as it appears he does?”

“Ow, Mariko,” Minako snapped. She stepped back from the railing and sighed, trying to ignore the figures who were now making their way towards the two young girls. Minako turned her head and hoped to not be noticed, but in a sea of dark haired people Minako’s golden crown was very apparent.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” Mariko told her friend, “but I am trying to make you open your eyes. He is your teacher.”
Minako huffed and had to bite back the scathing remarks that were on the tip of her tongue. For a girl whose parents had to bribe her way through school sometimes she said some damned smart things.

“Miss Aino, Miss Shinobu, how good to see you,” Mr. Evans blathered to them as he stepped up with the Spanish hussy (at least she was in Minako’s eyes, though the woman was elegant and beautiful all at once) on his arm. His voice was false and he did not sound happy to see the two young girls at all.

“Hello Mr. Evans,” Minako smiled widely, her false smile as convincing as his. Mariko stood to the side and wished she was doing anything but witnessing this conversation.

“Minako,” he reverted to using her given name quickly, “this is Fatima, she is visiting from Mexico for a few weeks. She is a pianist and she had wanted to meet me, and some of my students. She will be coming to the concert next week.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Minako said, enunciating each word with pristine clarity, nearly biting them off at the end of each consonant.

“It is a pleasure,” she said in a thick accent that was beautiful and Minako wanted to bite her as well.

“Well, we were just leaving,” Minako pointed out. “Mariko promised me karaoke tonight.”

“I thought you disliked karaoke,” Mr. Evans said. “You always claimed your singing voice was the worst thing about you.”

“We don’t go for the singing,” Minako said, standing up and sashaying past. “We go for the boys.” A complete lie, but she was in no mood to talk to him about her singing voice. Yes, she definitely could shatter glass with her voice, and not in that good look-how-high-my-voice-can-go kind of way either, but still…

“Nice meeting you!” Mariko called, chasing behind Minako trying to keep up with the taller girl.

“I thought you were kidding about the karaoke thing,” Mariko said.

“I was until I saw them,” Minako sneered. “Come on, I think we could have some fun!”

***

Fun for who was the question. Karaoke with the tone-deaf Minako rarely turned out to be fun, locked in a small room big enough for about five people, though tonight it was only fitting the two of them, and listening to Minako bleat out some loud music about how he broke her heart, though she pretended not to care when asked about it. The girl was decidedly drunk as well, an impact on knowing the owners of the karaoke bar and like most men who owned anything with the word ‘bar’ only caring about selling the drinks, not who is drinking them. So, there Mariko sat, watching her friend destroy another classic song, before Minako finally slumped down on the white couch in the tiny karaoke room and sighed, passing the microphone to Mariko.

“I’m bored,” she huffed, her voice slightly slurred.

“Why don’t I take you back to the dorm?” Mariko suggested. “I think you need to sleep.”

“No way!” Minako yelled loudly, standing from the couch and hopping back up, searching for a new selection. “If I go back there that evil witch Belle will be there.”

“No she won’t,” Mariko assured her, though she was not sure if she was lying or not. “She’s probably out with Nemesis and Sage having a wonderful time.”

“Everyone is having a wonderful time,” Minako grumped. “Everyone but me. Thomas Evans has Bambi-”

“Fatima,” Mariko corrected politely.

“Whatever,” Minako slashed her hand through the air as if it would erase the presence of the man-stealing whore. “He has her, Nemesis, Sage, and Belle have their sick twisted relationship, and I have you, and you look like you would do anything to not be here right now.”

“Minako, that is not true,” Mariko sighed. “I just think that you need some rest. It was bound to happen, Thomas is an adult, he is a man, he could not wait for you forever.”

“Forever, hah!” Minako tripped herself and fell to the floor but it did not influence her rampage. She kept going at full tempo. “Two more years and I will have graduated from that Hell hole we call a school. In two more years he would be free to have me as he pleases!”

Mariko was trapped. She stood and paced a moment and then decided, against her better judgment, she was going to need help. “I’ll be right back,” she told Minako, slipping out of the room and hoping the owner was not too cheap to use the phone to call a cab for Mariko and Minako. Minako would not walk home tonight, but hopefully she could walk up the stairs to her dorm at least.

Minako was left alone in her misery, stomping songs out on the karaoke machine, but she had lost the will to sing them. Instead she listened to the beats she knew and waited for Mariko’s return. When the door opened and footsteps began walking in Minako tried to push herself up and face Mariko. “See, I’m fine,” she stated, though she never made it to her feet. Strong hands went around her arms and lead her over to the couch and sat her back down once more. Minako looked up and was appalled to find herself looking up into Nemesis’s face. “Where’s Mariko?” she asked with no pretense to her disgust.

“She could not find the owner, and I happened to be walking by, she asked for my help,” Nemesis explained. “She is out there right now trying to secure a cab. Come on, I’ll carry you.”

“No!” Minako screeched and slapped his hand away as it came towards her. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I hate you. I despise you. You made me look like a fool in front of Thomas and now he’s run off into the arms of another girl.”

“You don’t know what you are saying,” Nemesis assured the drunken girl, “so why don’t I take you home? Unless you want me to take advantage of you right now, here on this couch.”

“Oh, so you are taking me home to take advantage of me?” Minako asked. “That is where this charade of kindness comes in?”

“Of course,” Nemesis said with all seriousness. “Only thing I am interested in, Minako, is spreading your legs and fucking you until you are sore. Why do you think we became friends with you? Because you have some weird link to us in your past? Forget it, it is much simpler. Belle’s a dyke and wants to fuck you, Sage is an ass, but he wants to fuck you, and I’ve never made any pretense about not wanting to, so the conclusion is that I want to fuck you. That is why we are friends with you and harassing you, because we want to use you.” All the while as he spoke his hand was slipping up her shorts and between her legs, pressing on the white cotton panties underneath, his finger sliding over the button that made her wet, and she was angered and wanted to push him away, to tell him she would not be used by another man, but instead she was moaning slightly and her body was shaking. “See, isn’t that better? Honesty is good for the soul,” and the button of her pants was coming undone and she was arching for him, letting him pull her shorts off. If it had not been for Belle Minako did not know what she would have let Nemesis do to her in that drunken state.

“Nemesis, put her shorts back on you asshole,” she snapped at him in that husky voice that seemed to have dropped a few decibels since they had last spoken. “We are taking her home. You want to fuck her, do it another night.”

“So that is the game we are playing,” he said, lifting the blonde angel into his arms. “We are going to try to ruin one another’s chances so we can be the first?” Minako was hardly coherent and her head lolled onto Nemesis’s shoulder. She tried to focus, to listen in on the conversation, but instead she found herself slowly backing out.

“I would have just thought that when you first do it, you would rather her know how good you are,” was the last thing Minako heard Belle say before she passed out wrapped into Nemesis’s arms.