"... aaah!"
Sweat pouring down his face, Haru bolted upright from the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The blanket that covered his body fell to his lap unnoticed. His lungs gulped for air while he grasped his chest, heart racing. Slowly, he looked around. He was still in the living room. The lights were out, and his parents were nowhere to be found. Outside the window, the moon hung in its crescent shape with its light pouring in the window.
He ran a hand over his face. Just what kind of dream was that? It was fricking crazy...
"Note to self..." he muttered. "Lay off the peeping for a while. Turns out Kaichou's bad for my health." Despite saying that, he found that his hands were shaking. His body was unbearably warm. Shaking his head, Haru noticed the blanket on his lap. He smiled slightly. "Thanks, Mom..."
Just as he was about to pull off the blanket and head back to his room, hoping he'd be able to sleep better there due to the cricks in his back and neck—he paused when he found something on the table. It was a rectangular, black metal container with a golden insignia—the same one from his dream.
"... the hell?" Haru frowned. Was that why he saw the dream? Well, then again, he's thought of weirder things, some of which better left unsaid, but even still, he doubted this was what caused him to dream up something so weird. Weird, though. He's never seen it before. He picked up the container, noting how cold it felt before he found a small section at the top that was detachable.
Curious, he popped it open. Much to his surprise, inside the container was a deck of cards.
Gingerly, he removed them from the box and went through them, seeing there were nine in total. When he flipped them over to examine them, he nearly dropped the cards after seeing what was on the front.
On each card… were the figures he had seen guarding the gate in his dreams.
"Saber."
"Lancer."
"Archer."
"Rider."
"Caster."
"Assassin."
"Berserker."
"Avenger."
"Ruler."
Just… how was this possible? He just had that dream. So why are there cards representing each of the nine figures in his hands?! "...I DEFINITELY need to lay off the peeping if detention with Kaichou does this to me."
If the drowsiness in the morning was of any indication, Haru knew early classes were going to be a bitch.
"Dude, what's up with you?" Matsuda asked as he and Motohama walked together with the redhead. "You look dead to the world."
"Just didn't sleep well last night..." Haru yawned. "... had this weird, Kingdom Hearts type dream or something..."
"Gaming all night?" Motohama asked.
The redhead sighed. "I wish..."
It was more along the lines of conking out on the couch expecting visions of bare female bodies. Instead, he got a bizarre dream and a headache. He did his best to try and forget what happened. It was just a dream, so it didn't really mean anything. That said, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget about the gate. It was forever burned in his mind. Groaning the brunette shook his head, cracking his neck as he rolled it in a manner that rid him of the cricks in his bones.
"Still, what a drag..." Motohama sighed in despair. "Shitori-kaichou's watching us like a hawk. Now we gotta serve detention?!"
"Could be worse." Matsuda remarked. "We could've been expelled. I guess we should be thankful we're getting off so lightly." A perverted chuckle escaped the bald runner, giggling somewhat as he looked at his comrades and fellow perverts. "By the way, speaking about Shitori-senpai… on a scale from one to ten, where do you think she ranks?"
"Ten." Both boys answered simultaneously. Instantly, Haru's mood improved. "A definite ten. She definitely gives off that S&M feel, you know?"
Haru nodded strongly. "Oooh yeah." A lecherous grin then came to mind, envisioning Sona herself in revealing leather, whip in hand while her boot pressed against a rather obvious tent in the pants of an un(fortunate) bastard. "You know, maybe the reason she's so grouchy is because she's sexually frustrated. Think that might be it?"
"Could be." Motohama snapped his fingers. "Aah… normally I'd prefer being the dominant one, but I'd willingly let Shitori-kaichou be on top of me."
Together, the Perverted Trio sighed, the sight well engraved in their minds. Already, the day was looking up for them with such lecherous thoughts and dreams!
"AAAAAH! IT'S KIBA-SAMA!"
"HE'S SO HANDSOME!"
"PLEASE MARRY ME, KIBA-KUN!"
… aaand now the perfect atmosphere was gone.
They snapped out of their musings as the screams of fangirls cut through the air. The source of their newfound ire, a blonde, teenage pretty boy that was nearby. Like the rest of the males, he wore a black blazer with white trims and formal black pants. Along with the fact that the blazer was closed up with a black tie around his neck, and he looked like the picture perfect bishounen.
The Prince of Kuoh Academy: Yuuto Kiba.
Their number one enemy.
"Geh, it's him." Matsuda growled. "What the hell does that blonde bastard have that we don't?!"
"Good looks, good grades, a good personality, shall I continue?" Came a mischievous, yet familiar female voice. The Trio turned around to the source, finding a girl from their class in their sights. She had a slender yet busty figure with a light complexion. Her brown hair reached her upper back, and was tied into twin braids with blue ribbons. Her hazel eyes were hidden behind a pair of pink, circled rimmed glasses. On her face was a smirk.
"Oh, and of course, a bigger size than you."
Immediately, upon seeing her, the Trio recoiled. "YOU!" Motohama cried, holding his fingers in a cross formation. "BEGONE, DEMON!"
"What do you want, Kiryuu?!" Matsuda shuddered. "Shouldn't you be ogling some other dude's junk?!"
Aika Kiryuu giggled as she put a hand to her hip. "I've already scouted a good number of the males here. There's not very many boys here at Kuoh." She pushed up her glasses, staring at the boys with a grin. "I see my favorite group of fellow lechers is doing fine today, despite Katase and Murayama beating you all to kingdom come."
"Well, we take pride in our resilience… besides, we're used to the pain by now." Haru shrugged. The pain in his left side had faded quite a bit. Now, he only felt a minor discomfort.
"So I see." Aika smirked before sizing him up. Haru shuddered beneath her gaze, knowing full well what she was doing. "By the way… I must say, Hyoudou, you're rather gifted in some areas, aren't you?"
"Wh-what?!" Haru instinctively moved his hands to hide his crotch from her view. She was scanning him?! "Dammit all, you she-demon! Quit perving on me!"
"Oh my, how cute," the female pervert giggled. "You enjoy peeking on others, but you're flustered when someone pervs on you. Still, I must say, I'm surprised by what I found. A shame you'll probably never put it to good use, though."
[CRITICAL HIT!]
The words stabbed into him like a knife and caused him to buckle in proverbial pain. "Low blow, Aika." Haru mumbled in pain. "Low blow."
"Just saying it like it is." She stuck her tongue out playfully. "Also, better hurry. I hear Shitori-senpai is on the warpath today."
Aika gave one last wink at the boys, which caused them to freeze. They craned their heads, finding the woman herself not far away, standing just a bit away from the main entrance of the school building. As soon as they made eye contact, a cold shiver ran down their spines while the feeling of cold steel touched upon their necks. Promptly, the boys ran like bats out of hell, making their way to class as fast as possible. They've already reached Sona's tolerance limit, and they most certainly didn't want to see how bad she was when majorly pissed off.
That said… was it Haru's imagination, or did Sona and that blonde bastard Kiba have bat wings?