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[Closed] Welcome to Hell

WHO: Ayano & Malik
WHERE: Detention @ Recolle High
WHEN: 9/18
WHAT: One never does her homework, the other always cuts class! The fated meeting of juvenille disciplinary action finally arrives!
WARNINGS: Malik is here so

My name is Ayano Tateyama and I do not deserve this cruel and unusual punishment!

[Ayano loudly proclaims before falling backwards into her assigned seat, immediately lolling her head back like she’s just been shot. She hasn’t been. Eventually, when she musters up the energy, she swivels her head around the room. It’s a familiar one: Detention. The assigned teacher shuffles in and out of the room--probably working on something way more important than making sure the bad kids aren’t getting any badder. Still, those pesky sign in and sign out sheets mean that she can't just leave, or make a break for it, or go get some cheetos. Which is why she brought her own bag of cheetos. Which she has already eaten. Oops.
After a few minutes of boredly tapping her pencil against her forehead, she starts the audible whining.]

Goddddddd, I didn't even know there was homework, it's only the third week!

[She kicks her feet a bit, continuing to protest despite being completely alone in the detention room.]

I am a prisoner of war...

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[ Malik doesn't know Ayano. Not really. He doesn't know what she looks like, sounds like - she's only ever been a little icon on his phone. Here, however, she's loud enough that he can hear her as he cracks open the door to the miserable hellroom known as detention, and it gives him pause.

No. Not this. It's was already bad enough being caught and sentenced, but this was going to be slow, mind numbing torture. Even if the same it true in reverse: Ayano doesn't know who Malik is, or what he looks like, but he has a feeling that won't stop her from driving him up the wall.

There's no turning back now: his escort - a truancy officer - swings the door open the rest of the way to shoo Malik inside, leaving him little choice but to trudge forward and report in properly. He takes his seat in the back corner and all but pouts. But hey, at least he was able to get his coffee before getting caught, so skipping wasn't a total wash.

This entire time he makes a point to not look at Ayano or even in her general direction if he can help it. Maybe she'll leave him alone, maybe she'll never find out, maybe he can get through this unscathed...

But he's doubtful. ]

[Ayano watches in complete awe as Malik is escorted into the classroom, eyes focused on his like a laser beam. Holy shoot. It's really him. What are the odds of that!? Fate, you really are real, and the fated rivals have been delivered to each other. Mouth agape, she waits for him to be seated for a few moments before blurting out to the empty classroom:]

Oh.

My.

GOD.

[ MORE LOUD NOISES. This causes him to startle a little. After a quick glance around to confirm that Ayano is in fact screeching at him, Malik finally meets her gaze so he can hiss back: ]

What.

[Her chair screeches as she scoots out from under the desk, making a sound like something out of a horror movie ring out. Slowly, she scampers closely to Malik. Leans in, getting a good look at him and:]

It's really you...

You have such cool looking eyes, Malik...

[ Aaaand he immediately looks away, leaning a little further in the opposite direction while taking his coffee with him. Like he's a dragon protecting his precious hoard. ]

You can thank Retrospec for that. [ He sounds bitter. ] --Do you need something? Sit back down if you have no reason to bother me.

...Okay, I'll sit back down.

[Quickly, she takes a seat down next to him, a big shit eating grin on her face because she feels like she's just done the smartest, most impressive strategic maneuver maybe of all time.]

I think they're cool! [Lightly pokes his arm with her pencil.]

It's so crazy to see you in person...[Poke!]

What'cha drinking? Coffee? Hot Cocoa? PSL?

[ This is going to be a long, long detention period. ]

It's coffee. [ Technically. But like hell anyone is going to find out about his secret love of the most basic of holiday flavors. ]

Is that all? [ He eyes the pencil, just waiting for her to poke him again. ] I have a coffee to drink and homework to not do, and I certainly don't need your... "help" by hanging around.

If you think about it, like really think about it, I'm helping you not do your homework...

[She's going in for another poke, it's going to happen!!!]

I didn't even know you went to this school! I heard about a kid who always skips class, but I had no idea it was you, Malik!

[She leans towards him, trying to get their eyes to meet and probably failing.]

Aren't you curious why I, the sweet, innocent, heroic, do-gooder, Ayano is in detention?

Aren't you?

[Pooooooooke.]

No.

[ That it's. He twists around to wrench the pencil from her fingers and fling it across the room. NO MORE OF THAT. ]

But if I had to guess, it's because you were being disruptive. Annoying. I know I'd want you out of class... Actually, I want you out of here, too.

[ Hey look he's making eye contact!! ...To glare at her, but. ]

[The fact that he's looking at her at all just has her absolutely beaming, even with the sacrifice of Poor Penelope Pencil.]

Wrong! It's because I fell asleep.

Eight times!

[Holds her hand out towards his coffee]

Can I try some? [Yeah, she knows what the answer is going to be, but still....]

They don't like you enough to keep you in class... So I was still right.

[ Don't tell him he's wrong!!!! Anyway, the question is met with a scowl, and he gets all protective again. ]

No, get your own! I didn't go through the trouble buying it so I could give it to you. I'm not a charity.

[ This is almost more offensive than telling him he's wrong. ]

Aw, c'mon! Just one sip! [Waves her hands in the direction of his coffee some more.]

I promise I don't have any germs! I'm clean, and also vaccinated!

[The puppy dog eyes are probably ineffectual, but come out nonetheless.]

Although...

I bet you drink your coffee black...

[Raises her fist to her lips as she clears her throat, and then goes on to speak in raspy, Christian Bale-esque tone:]

Like your souuuuuuuul...

[ He rolls his eyes, though it's true- at least for this lie he's currently spinning. ]

Yes, it's black, so you won't like it because it's bitter... So now you should thank me for saving you the trouble of trying it! Not that I'd let you, anyway. I don't want your spit or hair to get in it.

[ Though if Ayano leans into his personal bubble, maybe she can tell that the coffee smells.. spicy? Certainly not bold and black. ]

Besides, if you're going to insult my soul, that gives me less reason for you to try it.

[Frowny frown.]

I would've thought that being told your soul is as black as the night sky would be something you'd take as a compliment...

[But a soft, devious smirk starts to form on her face.]

Would it be okay for me to tell you a quick secret, though?

Coming from you, it isn't. [ Context. ]

--Ugh. Will you go away after tell me? Or stop trying to drink my coffee? I don't like detention as much as the next person, but you're making me hate it even more.

[Ayano scoots her chair to what is probably for Malik, extraordinarily uncomfortably close, and leans in towards his early slowly, opening her mouth to speak in a hushed, dulcet tone.]

I know what a pumpkin spice latte smells like...

[WINK.]

[ There is distinct change in Malik's expression. He's good at lying, and has trained himself to not be so reactionary if caught, but-- he's still just a dumb teenager with a dumb secret that this girl, who he absolutely does not trust with this information, could out him as someone softer than the edgelord he tries to be.

He has a reputation, okay. ]

...So do I, but that doesn't mean anything. It's unavoidable... it's that time of year where it's everywhere. You're still not special, and I don't see how this qualifies as a secret.

[ HE'S HOLDING ONTO HIS LIE FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE DON'T DO THIS ]

Ooooooh!

You liiiiiiied!

[Gringrin. She's now advanced to the point in their relationship that she no longer needs a pencil to poke his arm.]

You didn't want me to know that the great and cold hearted Malik loves lil punkins' in his coffee!

That's so cute! [Pokepoke!]

[ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY THIS!! ]

Shut up! Shut up, you have no proof of that!

[ He's quick to jump up from his seat - PSL in hand - in an attempt to stop any more cutesty gestures. ]

It's just a normal coffee! There's nothing cute about it! I don't know why you're so obsessed with trying to act like I'm something different than what I am... Like I'm your friend, or your stupid rival. I'm not cute, or gentle, or soft, or some loser like you are!

[ where is the teacher, who let these kids be alone ]

[While she doesn't like being yelled at him, it's hard to deny the satisfaction that comes along with having finally elicited what seems to be a genuine emotional reaction.]

Aaah, Malik! Sit down! If the teacher comes back we're gonna g...Get in...trouble....

[Weakly, her finger trembles as it points towards his waist, while Ayano quickly averts her eyes from Malik.]

Um.

You're unbuttoned...

[ Oh, come on, he was just getting started! Because believe it or not, by not feeding into his misplaced anger or his ego, or knocking heads with him, he distracts pretty quickly from his self-involved ranting.

He looks down, but does not sit down. ]

Hm? Oh, I know that already. I'm not going to even ask why you're looking there... but I have a belt for a reason, you know. I think they fit better this way.

[ At least he's zipped up, if nothing else. ]

[There's a soft blush on her face, and she seems to have lost the ability to retain any eye contact with him. Please sit down, Malik.]

A-Are you sure you don't want to button it...

I can practically see your underwear...

[ Well. At least he's wearing underwear. ]

Yes, I'm sure. Don't treat me like some child who can't even dress himself! I told you, I think the fit is better this way... I don't like how restrictive it feels when it's completely buttoned, but the belt works just as well.

[ He has absolutely zero shame in this regard and no, he is not sitting down, and honestly? The fact that Ayano seems affected by this only makes him want to be more defiant. ]

You can stop staring if it bothers you so much... Your feelings aren't going to make me change my mind, so really, this is on you for pointing it out. I'm not bothered by it, so why should I have to do anything about it?

[Oh how very quickly the tables turn. One minute you're the one being annoying, the next you are being taunted by a mean boy's partially exposed pelvis. Continuing to flush a bit, she folds her arms on the desk and puts her head down.]

I'm not staring! I don't wanna look there but it's hard when you keep it...keep it at eye level!

[ Malik just laughs. ]

Oh, is that so? That sounds like an excuse to me, Ayano... You could look anywhere else, there's plenty of room.

[ He leans in close, mirroring her earlier actions - only because now he has the advantage, and like hell he's going to exploit it. ]

How does it feel, hm? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop? Maybe you should have thought about that before trying to torment me earlier.

I am alarmingly uncomfortable! [She swivels towards him and points her finger at him, and then points her finger higher because that is absolutely not where she should be pointing.]

I guess it's true though...

[She says, with a slight, pained smirk growing on her face.]

We really are rivals....

[YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS FIGHT, MALIK ISHTAR!!!]

What?! No! We are not! We are not rivals!

[ Malik is so incensed by this declaration he accidentally squeezes his coffee cup, sending autumny goodness spilling over the rim and onto his hand. He doesn't seem to notice, or care. ]

Why do you keep insisting?! You're just some girl I keep running into! There's no story here, there's no reason or depth to this. Why do you keep calling me that!!

Don't you think it makes life a little more, fun, a little more interesting that way?

[ . . . ]

Also, you squirted some latte onto my face.

[Wipes the drops off her cheek with her ring finger.]

And I think that speaks for itself.

[ He stares down at Ayano, cold and quiet, until he actually? Sits down. His temper is still at a simmer, and he's feeling quite intense, but he can at least manage to sit and glare at her properly. ]

No, I don't. I've never had a rival and I've done just fine up until I met you. Life is already interesting enough without a dedicated person making it more complicated at every turn. One more thorn in my side among the rest... That's not fun, that's irritating. I'm better off without any such frivolous relations. Your obsession with being my opposite is actually kind of scary.

[Now that he's sitting down, the distraction that is Malik Ishtar's nether regions is gone, Ayano puts her chin back on her arms.]

I just want to have something with you, you know? I thought maybe it'd be good for both of us...and one day I'll get through to you, and realize that I'm actually helping someone and making people happy, instead of just being an annoying girl that nobody can stand.

[A rare sigh. Malik, you may have won this round, actually.]

Well, at least you're honest about it...

[ Stop checking him out, Ayano. :\ ]

We will never have something. What, you think you can swoop in and save me? That I'll see the light and be good like you? That we'll be friends if you just try hard enough? I've already told you I'm not good, I've already told you the world doesn't work that way. You'd be less eager if you knew the things I've done. [ A beat. ] The things Retrospec has shown me... You wouldn't like me nearly as much then. But maybe then you'd also give up on your childish attempts to reach me!

[ Oh no okay he's standing up again, looming. ]

You can't make me happy. There are things far beyond your comprehension that I've seen, that you would never be able to get through your dense, naive skull. You can keep bothering me, but you will get nowhere.

[STOP PUTTING IT IN FRONT OF HER.]

Well...[Cautiously turns toward him, looking him in the eyes.]

Maybe you should just tell me? Rip the bandaid off, get rid of me.

Isn't that what you want? [A small poke into his arm.]

To get me to give up?

[ First of all, he grabs the offending pokey hand-- well, her wrist, rather. To keep her from poking him yet again. ]

I've killed people.

[ There's no expression on his face. No anger, or remorse, or regret, or anything. He's stone cold blank. ]

[Oh.

Oh god.

Her wrist trembles a bit in his grip, and suddenly she feels very scared and vulnerable. Teacher, please come back...]

U-Um...

I...For real? Or...in the memories...Um...

[ There's no change in his expression as he continues to stare. His grip remains the same, equally unaffected by her shaking, but he keeps holding on as if to state: there's no escape from this. ]

I wonder... Do you think I'm capable? Do you think that maybe I'll get tired of you and kill you too? Maybe I'm lying! Who knows!

[ And then he laughs, as if this sudden tonal change wasn't chilling enough. ]

[She takes a few uneasy breaths before standing up to look at him eye to eye, wrist still fully in his capture.]

I...I don't! [She puffs out her cheeks a bit, trying to reign in her emotions.]

I don't think you are...You're just a boy who has trouble making friends and likes coffee...You're not bad...You're not a killer, even if your memories make you think that you are...

S-so...! So! I don't believe you!

Then that's your mistake.

[ He releases his grip, though remains standing. He's hit an upswing, he's too wired to brood and sulk in the corner anymore, which where his original plans on how to spend his detention. ]

I can't stop your foolishness, but you still don't know what I'm capable of!

[ INSIDE VOICE, MALIK. ]

[Her face is turning completely red because this is a lot of emotional strife that she wasn't anticipating, and this situation itself is completely bizarre and way more intense than possibly anything that has ever happened to her. It's not as if she's not taking it seriously, but...something inside is her makes her open her mouth to say something profoundly stupid:]

So...Okay! Fine!

[And stamps her feet.]

Hit me! Hit me really hard! Prove what you're capable of! Prove you're as bad as you say you are! [Throws her arms behind her, abandoning her inside voice all the same.]

Do it!

[ Without another word, Malik hits her.

He should have been smarter about this. Ayano could report him; the teacher could walk in right now and bear witness to what he's done; he could lose his temper and all control of himself and really, really hurt her and he'd end up in jail. Not just expelled, not just in juvenile hall, but actual real-life adult jail.

He's gotten into fights before, and has an ugly black mark on his record for assault when he was younger - but that was chalked up to his behavioral issues, he was thirteen, it was going on a juvenile record that could be sealed once he was older. It was an ordeal, but something to put behind him. Something to work on.

Then he got a little drunk and got into a fight at prom, prompting immediate suspension. He claimed it was self defense, he didn't start it. But now? He just clocked an innocent girl in the face. There's no coming back from that.

Too bad he still doesn't feel any sympathy for her, only for himself - knowing that he's going to get caught and rightfully punished for what he's done. ]

There.

[A loud, pained shriek seems to mark the stop of time as she's struck, tumbling down to the floor as she's tripped back over the legs of the chair she was standing beside. She lands hard on her lower back, quickly holding her palm over the left side of her face that had taken the brunt of his fist. Her right eye widens at Malik standing over her, now a terrifying presence that she's very, very afraid of, shattering the fantasies she'd had about him. It doesn't take much longer than a few more seconds for the soft whines of pain to begin alongside the tears quickly streaming down her face. Her right hand joins her left, covering her entire face as she begins to sob openly from the pain. She's trying to keep it down, she doesn't want the teacher to hear and come back and see her like this.

What happened?

What happened?

She can't think, much less speak. Her face hurts so much. It really, really hurts. It stings and bites--she's never been hit before, nobody has ever hurt her like this. So physically and viscerally.

Dragging herself up to her feet, she runs to the front of the class room and finds a seat to quickly sit down in, as far as she can get away from Malik. She buries her throbbing head in her arms and continues to weep quietly. She can't look at him. She messed up, she messed up so badly. Stupid, annoying, worthless girl.]

[ On the other hand, Malik feels a trickle of sick pleasure from having someone be afraid of him. Everything about this situation is wrong, but he's too disconnected from reality to objectively realize that he fucked up. Once again: he feels bad for himself, knowing he wasn't more subtle about his assholery, but subtlety hasn't gotten him very far. Just a handful of people like Ayano who desperately wanted to believe he was actually a good person deep down.

The power trip from lording power and fear over someone feels a lot better.

So much, in fact, he feels invincible against the rules. Which is why he grabs his bag and just... leaves the room. He doesn't look back, he doesn't sign out, and he certainly doesn't care that he's skipping out on detention. He's incriminated either way, regardless if he stays or not, and he certainly isn't going to sit idly by to wait for the teacher to discover the scene. He definitely doesn't want to sit there and listen to Ayano cry.

So he leaves. ]

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