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Harukas eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly, “Those are your gloves?” he asked, astonished, “their more like huge metal claws!” he stared, wild-eyed at him, then paused, wondering how he got them onto the campus, weapons weren’t allowed at school. He sighed at the irony, his job was to keep things like this from happening! How could Takeru know his job, and pull his ‘gloves’ out right in front of him? But now he was too scared to write him up to the councilor, were the rumors about what happens to people who mess with him true? Would he end up in a dumpster somewhere? He shivered at the thought, his eyes now narrow slits, and he began to twitch.

Haruka was still shaking, “really? I’m sure they are very…um… comfy…?” he sighed, his eyes narrowed, “though you do know your not sopost to bring them to school, why would you anyway?” he asked, wondering why he was being so open with Takeru. Normally he’d be out the door the moment someone tried to talk to him, not because he didn’t want to talk to them, he just couldn’t speak, so instead of sitting there stammering at a loss of words, he just bolted towards the nearest exit. It made life so much easier when they stopped trying to talk with him period. Though in the end he felt like an outcast, when it was all his fault in the first place.

Haruka rubbed his temples, “no, other students do not have claws, and you shouldn’t go out to brake rules…” he said, his voice firm, “you’ll end up in prison, or worse.” he sighed, it wasn’t like the entire school was filled with demons or whatever, what was Takeru talking about? Having long nails? He sighed, looking up at Takeru, “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, leave your … um… gloves? your sharp pointy things?- whatever- at home!” he said, trying to sound tough, though it was obvious by looking at his wide panic-stricken eyes that he was mentally falling to small pieces by this point. He wondered if Takeru had problems at home, leading to his obsession with violence, was he beaten or something? His eyes narrowed, and he fought the instinct to bolt out of the classroom.

Haruka surprisingly didn’t back down, though it was more of a surprise to him, “Yes, what your doing is against the rules, which were put there for student safety.” he said, staring into Takerus eyes while he chewed nervously on the inside of his cheek, he refused to back down. He realized he had most likely just signed his death warrant, and decided, if he made it home, he was going to write up a will. He could feel Goosebumps crawling up his spine, and looked down at his newly scratched desk, sighing, "my desk...." he muttered, his eyes narrow.

Haruka rolled his eyes and shrugged, “they are not! Its meant to stop emotionally unstable students from bring their toys to school…” he sighed, looking back at Takeru, “and I don’t have to try and take them.” he said, the truth was, he couldn’t if he tried, one touch and he could end up on the floor, or the hospital, or locked in his room for a month, he didn’t want to go through any of those possible options. He’d just turn Takeru into the principal after class… or the police… or maybe the army… he ran his figures over the long marks on his desk, and winced.

Haruka flinched, his eyes twitched as he stared up at Takeru, “o-other weapon?” he shook his head, “why the hell would you want to kill something anyway?!” the hairs on the back of his neck stuck up and he looked utterly horrified, and he felt strange at Takerus first comment, but ignored it. Noticing he was actually speaking freely to Takeru.


((sorry for taking so long! sweatdrop Is she going to post or not?… I‘ll go remind her…lol rolleyes ))

Haruka shook his head, “If you were following the ‘circle of life’ you’d be a cannibal, not a murderer… unless they were criminals of some kind… but still…” he said, and bowed his head.
“I-I don’t know…” he answered, looking away, “I-I gotta go…” in an instant he was on his feet and out the door. Practically running down the hallway, Haruka attempted desperately to avoid bumping into other students, which was proving to be quite the task. Why did I run? Was it because I was criticizing him? or i was really talking to someone openly?He gritted his teeth as he swerved into the stairwell to avoid bumping another student, who glared at him and continued walking. He bowed his head, and stared down at the linoleum covered floor, “damnit…” he muttered quietly, closing his eyes.

((haha, no! I remembered, but life gets in my way! I reminded her! Lol rofl ))