007 [Dream --> Video] A Crack, Suddenly Appearing in Your Peaceful, Everyday Life...
Warnings: Half-nakedness and crowd scrutiny? Everyone's had this dream before, come on. Oh, and also blatant ripping off retelling of a scene from Durarara!! ep. 02.
Effects: The struggle to fight off a strong bout of embarrassment and later pain.
"Ya...giri, right?" An old man of a teacher slouches at the front of the classroom, peering up from his agenda held close to his face. "Please introduce yourself to the class."
Chair legs scrape the floor in a symphonic cacophony before twenty-some young, wide-eyed and curious faces peer stare into him. Seiji dips into a polite bow. "I'm Yagiri. It's nice to meet you."
"Yes, take your seat then," the teacher says.
He rolls his shoulders back and raises his head. "No."
"Huh?"
"I won't be able to come to school for a while," he explains. He thinks a second before shaking his head. "No, I may never come back. Goodbye."
"Huh?"
His teacher's stupid monosyllabic questioning stops him short of opening the door. He glances from the corners of his eyes. "That's all I came to say," he says and grabs the knob, when his teacher's babbling interrupts him again. He practically spews steam from his nostrils like a bull ready to charge before swallowing back his irritation and turning around. "There's something extremely important I have to do. I don't have time to spend on you people. Goodbye," he states in a firm, authoritative tone.
One of his classmates gasps among his fellow classmates' murmurs. A coy giggle springs from the white noise, followed by an all-out guffaw. Suddenly chilly, Seiji looks down at himself.
He's only in his underwear.
"What the hell!" he yells, as chuckles and laughs saturate the classroom air. He swings his backpack off his back and presses it over his groin. This doesn't make sense! He was fully dressed before all this. No! This is nothing, not when he had to go, to find who he was looking for. "This... this is nothing. Embarrassment doesn't exist in the world we live in together!" he shouts, more for himself than anyone else.
He snatches the knob, turns it, and--
Clunk clunk.
--it's locked from the inside.
He growls under his breath and jostles the doorknob both directions with the same result. He tries propping one of his feet on the door and yanking. No good. A hard kick in the middle. Nothing, except classmates roaring because -- shit! -- he exposed himself. No, no time to be mortified! Pacing back for momentum, he darts forward to ram into the door with all the strength he can muster. A howl rips from his vocal cords upon impact. His half-naked body bounds off the door and crumples to the floor. He pulls himself up gingerly by all fours, soreness throbbing down the muscles lining his arm and side. "Pain doesn't either. Embarrassment and pain..."
By now, his classmates crowd around him in a semicircle. He crouches tightly, shielding himself behind folded legs. Propped up with the good arm, he gropes for his bag with his other. The other students' voices and verbal teasing grow so loud, yet fuzzy, that his head rings with a pulsing migraine. Concentrate, concentrate! He has to will himself to think. LoveherfindherholdherSAVE HER! Pain, embarrassment, nothing, together, us--
Something(!) busts through the door a meter away from his side. Splinters and snapped wood shower over him. Seiji chances a glance--
[Video]
[--and springs up from bed off the side of the Dreamberry camera. A gnarled hand sticks out from a busted hole in his bedroom door. The raging lunatic of a military man that hand belonged to barges through while loosing a bellied groan.]
SHIT! [No time to even ruminate on that dream. Seiji grabs his Dreamberry and fishes the first handful of pocket-sized weapons he fists from his nightstand drawer. A wobbly first-person view shows him running to the window, sliding it up with a thud, and leaping out of it.]
Effects: The struggle to fight off a strong bout of embarrassment and later pain.
"Ya...giri, right?" An old man of a teacher slouches at the front of the classroom, peering up from his agenda held close to his face. "Please introduce yourself to the class."
Chair legs scrape the floor in a symphonic cacophony before twenty-some young, wide-eyed and curious faces peer stare into him. Seiji dips into a polite bow. "I'm Yagiri. It's nice to meet you."
"Yes, take your seat then," the teacher says.
He rolls his shoulders back and raises his head. "No."
"Huh?"
"I won't be able to come to school for a while," he explains. He thinks a second before shaking his head. "No, I may never come back. Goodbye."
"Huh?"
His teacher's stupid monosyllabic questioning stops him short of opening the door. He glances from the corners of his eyes. "That's all I came to say," he says and grabs the knob, when his teacher's babbling interrupts him again. He practically spews steam from his nostrils like a bull ready to charge before swallowing back his irritation and turning around. "There's something extremely important I have to do. I don't have time to spend on you people. Goodbye," he states in a firm, authoritative tone.
One of his classmates gasps among his fellow classmates' murmurs. A coy giggle springs from the white noise, followed by an all-out guffaw. Suddenly chilly, Seiji looks down at himself.
He's only in his underwear.
"What the hell!" he yells, as chuckles and laughs saturate the classroom air. He swings his backpack off his back and presses it over his groin. This doesn't make sense! He was fully dressed before all this. No! This is nothing, not when he had to go, to find who he was looking for. "This... this is nothing. Embarrassment doesn't exist in the world we live in together!" he shouts, more for himself than anyone else.
He snatches the knob, turns it, and--
Clunk clunk.
--it's locked from the inside.
He growls under his breath and jostles the doorknob both directions with the same result. He tries propping one of his feet on the door and yanking. No good. A hard kick in the middle. Nothing, except classmates roaring because -- shit! -- he exposed himself. No, no time to be mortified! Pacing back for momentum, he darts forward to ram into the door with all the strength he can muster. A howl rips from his vocal cords upon impact. His half-naked body bounds off the door and crumples to the floor. He pulls himself up gingerly by all fours, soreness throbbing down the muscles lining his arm and side. "Pain doesn't either. Embarrassment and pain..."
By now, his classmates crowd around him in a semicircle. He crouches tightly, shielding himself behind folded legs. Propped up with the good arm, he gropes for his bag with his other. The other students' voices and verbal teasing grow so loud, yet fuzzy, that his head rings with a pulsing migraine. Concentrate, concentrate! He has to will himself to think. LoveherfindherholdherSAVE HER! Pain, embarrassment, nothing, together, us--
Something(!) busts through the door a meter away from his side. Splinters and snapped wood shower over him. Seiji chances a glance--
[Video]
[--and springs up from bed off the side of the Dreamberry camera. A gnarled hand sticks out from a busted hole in his bedroom door. The raging lunatic of a military man that hand belonged to barges through while loosing a bellied groan.]
SHIT! [No time to even ruminate on that dream. Seiji grabs his Dreamberry and fishes the first handful of pocket-sized weapons he fists from his nightstand drawer. A wobbly first-person view shows him running to the window, sliding it up with a thud, and leaping out of it.]