[Fanfic] The Wicked [Chapter 1]
Title: The Wicked [Chapter 1]
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Made a HUGE error in my last post. It wasn't meant to be 'Chapter 1', but 'Prologue', as the real story starts here. So I apologize for the inconvenience and mostly for the confusion.
Do take note that we have now backtracked to the beginning of the story, thus the past tense. No songs were used in this chapter to further develop this on the story-aspect. Enjoy!
~*~
Deimon College was abuzz as the start of the new semester had finally arrived. Some students were checking to see what lessons they would be taking, some were greeting old friends while others talked about their upcoming lessons and gossiped about their teachers.
Somewhere in the shadows, a tall boy with the appearance of what everyone calls “a demon”, with blonde, spiky hair, elf-like ears and sharp teeth, sneered as a boy named Sena run up to him with great speed. “Hiruma, what are you doing here? I just settled my accommodation, you need to get working on it too.”
“Don’t give a fuck,” he replied.
“Come on, Hiruma,” said Sena. “I know you didn’t want to study here, especially since it’s College dedicated to studying magic and many don’t quite agree to your... appearance and it’s symbolism. But you promised-”
“Yeah, I know what I fucking promised,” Hiruma sighed. “That I’d come to this Uni to find a way to… stop causing trouble.”
“Yeah, and as your problems are magic related, this College is the best that can help you,” says Sena. “Anyways, I think your friends Kurita and Musashi have gone to the Principal to alert him about your accommodation problem.”
One of Hiruma’s veins in his forehead popped. “THAT FUCKING FATTY AND OLD MAN!!!” he shouted, grabbing one of his guns nearby and shot at Sena’s feet, whose speed-like reflexes avoided all of them, though Sena looked traumatized.
“H-Hiruma! Calm down! They’re just trying to help!” squeaked Sena.
“I don’t need their fucking help!!” cried Hiruma as he continued to shoot.
“Aaaahhh!! Hiruma! Stop! Everyone’s watching!!” Sena continued to scream as other students began to watch, uncertain of what’s going on or what to do.
In a distance, a girl stopped to watch the scene. She pursed her lips in anger and began to walk determinedly forward towards one of the buildings, as two other girls behind her tried to catch up. “Mamori, wait!” the two girls cried.
“How dare this College allow students to hold weaponry!” says Mamori. “I’m going straight to the Principal to complain!”
One of the girls sighed. “Always the Disciplinarian, Mamori,” she says.
The other girl nodded. “I thought you said you’d leave that all behind once you’re in College?” asked the other girl.
Mamori stopped and turned abruptly to face the other two girls. “Ako, Sara, I can’t just ignore the obvious law-breaking actions happening in this school. Something must be done, and I intend to do something about that.”
With that, Mamori walked into the building where the Principal’s room was as Ako and Sara waited outside. “I don’t think Mamori will ever change,” sighed Sara.
“Well, I guess that’s one good thing about her,” said Ako.
Mamori knocked on the Principal’s room and then marched right in without an answer. “Mr. Principal, I need to talk...” Mamori stopped and was embarrassed to find that the Principal was already talking to two other people. A big fat looking boy with a pleasant face, and a man who looked really mature. “Oh, I’m sorry...” she said. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Ah, Anezaki Mamori!” cried the Principal as he stood up to greet her. “Yes, yes, I recognize you. You were quite known in your high school as one of the best students in the Disciplinary Committee. Subsequently, your school became famous for having the best conduct in Discipline, and I heard no other school has had the same rep since you joined.”
“Thank you, sir, but it really isn’t…” said Mamori, blushing lightly.
“Nonsense! Do come join us! Let me introduce you to Kurita and Musashi. We’re having a discussion, see, as we’re trying to find a place to accommodate one of our students,” said the Principal looking at the two people before him.
“Oh, do either of you need a place to stay?” asked Mamori.
“No, no, not us!” cried Kurita. “It’s a friend of ours, he’s new here and we’re having trouble to find a place for him to stay because... well...”
“He can be a handful,” replied Musashi. “He has a reputation of being quite... destructive.”
Mamori instantly thought of the boy with the gun she just saw, but quickly pushed it out of her mind and thought it couldn’t be possible. “You mean like… vandalism?”
Kurita shivered and stuttered while Musashi said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Something like that.”
“The thing is we can’t just let him stay with anyone,” said the Principal. “Due to his demeanour... Unless...” The Principal looked at Mamori thoughtfully. “Miss Anezaki, maybe YOU could be of some help to us.”
“M-me?” cried Mamori.
“From what I remember, the dorm you’re staying in has two small rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small hall. You’ve yet to find a roommate, am I right?”
“Well, yes, but...”
“Miss Anezaki, I think with your great history of Discipline, I believe you would be the ideal roommate for this boy.”
Musashi got up quickly. “That’s insane. You can’t let a girl handle this guy, he could harm her.”
“Harm me?” whispered Mamori.
“I know this sounds absurd,” said the Principal. “But so far none of the students I know have the capability of handling this boy that you speak of. Miss Anezaki is the only one with a record of handling even the biggest gangsters like the Ha-Ha Brothers -”
“You managed to beat down the Ha-Ha Brothers?!” cried Kurita.
“W-well...” said Mamori, but Musashi cut her off.
“Even so, for them to STAY together is just completely insane.”
“Miss Anezaki,” said the Principal, looking directly at her. “Please try to understand the situation here. We really need someone to look out for this boy, as we’ll never know what he might do or who he might harm. I trust you are strong enough for this challenge?”
Mamori thought of the boy who was getting shot, and other forms of harm this evil boy could potentially cause. Her desire for justice rose in her, and fire lit up her eyes. “If it means that the students of Deimon College will be safe, I will do it sir.”
Kurita bawled in happiness while Musashi stared at her for a moment. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” he said to her.
A moment of doubt flickered in her mind, but Mamori stood her ground. “Yes, I do,” she replied with confidence.
Musashi continued to stare at her, then sighed and looked away. “Very well then. I’ll give you my number, so that in case anything happens, you can call me.”
“A-ah,” Mamori nodded. “Okay.”
Later on, Kurita and Musashi greeted Hiruma, who was alone now and still in the shadows. “Where’s Sena?” asked Kurita.
“Ran off after I told him to fuck off,” Hiruma replied.
“You really shouldn’t treat him badly, Hiruma,” said Musashi. “He really means well and he does want to help you.”
“Just like us!” said Kurita. “By the way, we found a place for you to stay for the semester!”
“Keh, you actually succeeded with that?” said Hiruma.
“Yup! And you’re lucky too! Cause while the school normally ensures that each dorm has the same gender, you’re going to stay with a girl!”
Hiruma’s eyes widened with shock. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Yeah, you’re staying with a girl! And she’s quite pretty, too, and was quite famous in her last school…” but Kurita stopped when he saw Hiruma slowly rise up and raise a rifle at Kurita. “H-Hiruma?”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!” Hiruma shouted as he shot a few rounds at Kurita. The bullets flew off of Kurita’s body as he fell to the ground. Hiruma pointed the gun at Musashi. “Fucking old man, did you agree to this?!”
Musashi sighed. “Yes, I did.”
“I’d shoot you dead right here and now,” Hiruma growled, his rifle aimed dangerously at Musashi’s head.
“Go ahead,” said Musashi. “Let’s see how much good that will do for you.”
Hiruma placed a finger on the trigger, but then lowered it, with a defeated look on his face. “Don’t you know how risky it is? I could hurt that girl.”
“I know...” replied Musashi. “But fate has given this to us so we have to make do with it. I’ll try to be around as much as I can. But Hiruma...” Musashi looked at Hiruma. “Please control yourself around her.”
“Keh,” replied Hiruma, then decided to kick Kurita. “Get up, Fucking Fatty.”
“Ouch!” cried Kurita. “Hiruma! That hurt!”
“Well, it’s a good thing your skin is really thick, which is oddly enough your power,” said Musashi. “You’d be dead by now if you didn’t have it. And it makes good practice for you, right, Hiruma?”
“The Fucking Fatty’s a walking target,” said Hiruma.
“Hey! It’s not my fault that I’m this size!” said Kurita as he got up, then smiled. “But I’m glad that if you ever needed to vent, you can shoot me and I’ll be fine!”
“That’s... not something to be proud of, Kurita,” said Musashi, shaking his head. Then he saw Hiruma walking away. “Where are you going?”
“Gonna get my things,” Hiruma replied. “Looks like I have a lot to prepare for this new semester.”
Prologue | Chapter 2
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Made a HUGE error in my last post. It wasn't meant to be 'Chapter 1', but 'Prologue', as the real story starts here. So I apologize for the inconvenience and mostly for the confusion.
Do take note that we have now backtracked to the beginning of the story, thus the past tense. No songs were used in this chapter to further develop this on the story-aspect. Enjoy!
~*~
Deimon College was abuzz as the start of the new semester had finally arrived. Some students were checking to see what lessons they would be taking, some were greeting old friends while others talked about their upcoming lessons and gossiped about their teachers.
Somewhere in the shadows, a tall boy with the appearance of what everyone calls “a demon”, with blonde, spiky hair, elf-like ears and sharp teeth, sneered as a boy named Sena run up to him with great speed. “Hiruma, what are you doing here? I just settled my accommodation, you need to get working on it too.”
“Don’t give a fuck,” he replied.
“Come on, Hiruma,” said Sena. “I know you didn’t want to study here, especially since it’s College dedicated to studying magic and many don’t quite agree to your... appearance and it’s symbolism. But you promised-”
“Yeah, I know what I fucking promised,” Hiruma sighed. “That I’d come to this Uni to find a way to… stop causing trouble.”
“Yeah, and as your problems are magic related, this College is the best that can help you,” says Sena. “Anyways, I think your friends Kurita and Musashi have gone to the Principal to alert him about your accommodation problem.”
One of Hiruma’s veins in his forehead popped. “THAT FUCKING FATTY AND OLD MAN!!!” he shouted, grabbing one of his guns nearby and shot at Sena’s feet, whose speed-like reflexes avoided all of them, though Sena looked traumatized.
“H-Hiruma! Calm down! They’re just trying to help!” squeaked Sena.
“I don’t need their fucking help!!” cried Hiruma as he continued to shoot.
“Aaaahhh!! Hiruma! Stop! Everyone’s watching!!” Sena continued to scream as other students began to watch, uncertain of what’s going on or what to do.
In a distance, a girl stopped to watch the scene. She pursed her lips in anger and began to walk determinedly forward towards one of the buildings, as two other girls behind her tried to catch up. “Mamori, wait!” the two girls cried.
“How dare this College allow students to hold weaponry!” says Mamori. “I’m going straight to the Principal to complain!”
One of the girls sighed. “Always the Disciplinarian, Mamori,” she says.
The other girl nodded. “I thought you said you’d leave that all behind once you’re in College?” asked the other girl.
Mamori stopped and turned abruptly to face the other two girls. “Ako, Sara, I can’t just ignore the obvious law-breaking actions happening in this school. Something must be done, and I intend to do something about that.”
With that, Mamori walked into the building where the Principal’s room was as Ako and Sara waited outside. “I don’t think Mamori will ever change,” sighed Sara.
“Well, I guess that’s one good thing about her,” said Ako.
Mamori knocked on the Principal’s room and then marched right in without an answer. “Mr. Principal, I need to talk...” Mamori stopped and was embarrassed to find that the Principal was already talking to two other people. A big fat looking boy with a pleasant face, and a man who looked really mature. “Oh, I’m sorry...” she said. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Ah, Anezaki Mamori!” cried the Principal as he stood up to greet her. “Yes, yes, I recognize you. You were quite known in your high school as one of the best students in the Disciplinary Committee. Subsequently, your school became famous for having the best conduct in Discipline, and I heard no other school has had the same rep since you joined.”
“Thank you, sir, but it really isn’t…” said Mamori, blushing lightly.
“Nonsense! Do come join us! Let me introduce you to Kurita and Musashi. We’re having a discussion, see, as we’re trying to find a place to accommodate one of our students,” said the Principal looking at the two people before him.
“Oh, do either of you need a place to stay?” asked Mamori.
“No, no, not us!” cried Kurita. “It’s a friend of ours, he’s new here and we’re having trouble to find a place for him to stay because... well...”
“He can be a handful,” replied Musashi. “He has a reputation of being quite... destructive.”
Mamori instantly thought of the boy with the gun she just saw, but quickly pushed it out of her mind and thought it couldn’t be possible. “You mean like… vandalism?”
Kurita shivered and stuttered while Musashi said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Something like that.”
“The thing is we can’t just let him stay with anyone,” said the Principal. “Due to his demeanour... Unless...” The Principal looked at Mamori thoughtfully. “Miss Anezaki, maybe YOU could be of some help to us.”
“M-me?” cried Mamori.
“From what I remember, the dorm you’re staying in has two small rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small hall. You’ve yet to find a roommate, am I right?”
“Well, yes, but...”
“Miss Anezaki, I think with your great history of Discipline, I believe you would be the ideal roommate for this boy.”
Musashi got up quickly. “That’s insane. You can’t let a girl handle this guy, he could harm her.”
“Harm me?” whispered Mamori.
“I know this sounds absurd,” said the Principal. “But so far none of the students I know have the capability of handling this boy that you speak of. Miss Anezaki is the only one with a record of handling even the biggest gangsters like the Ha-Ha Brothers -”
“You managed to beat down the Ha-Ha Brothers?!” cried Kurita.
“W-well...” said Mamori, but Musashi cut her off.
“Even so, for them to STAY together is just completely insane.”
“Miss Anezaki,” said the Principal, looking directly at her. “Please try to understand the situation here. We really need someone to look out for this boy, as we’ll never know what he might do or who he might harm. I trust you are strong enough for this challenge?”
Mamori thought of the boy who was getting shot, and other forms of harm this evil boy could potentially cause. Her desire for justice rose in her, and fire lit up her eyes. “If it means that the students of Deimon College will be safe, I will do it sir.”
Kurita bawled in happiness while Musashi stared at her for a moment. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” he said to her.
A moment of doubt flickered in her mind, but Mamori stood her ground. “Yes, I do,” she replied with confidence.
Musashi continued to stare at her, then sighed and looked away. “Very well then. I’ll give you my number, so that in case anything happens, you can call me.”
“A-ah,” Mamori nodded. “Okay.”
Later on, Kurita and Musashi greeted Hiruma, who was alone now and still in the shadows. “Where’s Sena?” asked Kurita.
“Ran off after I told him to fuck off,” Hiruma replied.
“You really shouldn’t treat him badly, Hiruma,” said Musashi. “He really means well and he does want to help you.”
“Just like us!” said Kurita. “By the way, we found a place for you to stay for the semester!”
“Keh, you actually succeeded with that?” said Hiruma.
“Yup! And you’re lucky too! Cause while the school normally ensures that each dorm has the same gender, you’re going to stay with a girl!”
Hiruma’s eyes widened with shock. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Yeah, you’re staying with a girl! And she’s quite pretty, too, and was quite famous in her last school…” but Kurita stopped when he saw Hiruma slowly rise up and raise a rifle at Kurita. “H-Hiruma?”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!” Hiruma shouted as he shot a few rounds at Kurita. The bullets flew off of Kurita’s body as he fell to the ground. Hiruma pointed the gun at Musashi. “Fucking old man, did you agree to this?!”
Musashi sighed. “Yes, I did.”
“I’d shoot you dead right here and now,” Hiruma growled, his rifle aimed dangerously at Musashi’s head.
“Go ahead,” said Musashi. “Let’s see how much good that will do for you.”
Hiruma placed a finger on the trigger, but then lowered it, with a defeated look on his face. “Don’t you know how risky it is? I could hurt that girl.”
“I know...” replied Musashi. “But fate has given this to us so we have to make do with it. I’ll try to be around as much as I can. But Hiruma...” Musashi looked at Hiruma. “Please control yourself around her.”
“Keh,” replied Hiruma, then decided to kick Kurita. “Get up, Fucking Fatty.”
“Ouch!” cried Kurita. “Hiruma! That hurt!”
“Well, it’s a good thing your skin is really thick, which is oddly enough your power,” said Musashi. “You’d be dead by now if you didn’t have it. And it makes good practice for you, right, Hiruma?”
“The Fucking Fatty’s a walking target,” said Hiruma.
“Hey! It’s not my fault that I’m this size!” said Kurita as he got up, then smiled. “But I’m glad that if you ever needed to vent, you can shoot me and I’ll be fine!”
“That’s... not something to be proud of, Kurita,” said Musashi, shaking his head. Then he saw Hiruma walking away. “Where are you going?”
“Gonna get my things,” Hiruma replied. “Looks like I have a lot to prepare for this new semester.”
Prologue | Chapter 2