Run Over Chapter 2.2

Bring Me Up
Chapter 2 Part 2

It turned out that Tanabe Kyoko was wrong. She should have chosen someone else to satisfy her s.a.d.i.s.tic needs. In June, when we were all on edge because of the heat and rain, Minato's inviolability went to h.e.l.l. They no longer scoffed her behind her back, but openly.

"Checking for prohibited items."

At lunchtime, Tanabe Kyoko grabbed Minato's as if it was normal and shook the contents out onto the table. The objects fell onto the desk one by one with a clatter. A textbook and notebook, a bento box wrapped in sakura colored fabric, and a hand-sized mirror. Other girls dragged along a bunch of makeup, so compared to them, Minato's bag was fascinating with its simplicity.

"What boredom."

Roughly going through the objects, Tanabe threw away the textbook and notebook. The badly bound sheets flew in every direction. One sheet went right into the trash, and Tanabe whistled through her yellowed teeth.

However, Minato was not at all outraged and just looked at her. She looked with eyes lacking any anger, and as if directly into her soul.

Tanabe didn't like this look. Gradually, she went into a complete fury and continued to scatter Minato's things. The mirror in the plastic frame, which followed the textbook and notebook, was broken into pieces, and only the bento box remained on the desk. Tanabe tore off the sakura-coloured packaging and a steel fork with a spoon rolled out onto the table.

Tanabe didn't stop, she opened the lid and shook the box's contents right onto the table. An omelet, a broccoli, and some meatb.a.l.l.s flopped out before Minato, but she didn't react. Then Tanabe sighed and grumbled at her.

"Boredom, and that's all. We thought we would find some cool s.l.u.t's condoms or something."

Tanabe didn't stint on her dirty words.

And then.

"That goes more to you, Tanabe-san. You're behaving like a b.i.t.c.h in estrus," said Minato, obviously trying to provoke her. She was persecuted so quickly after being transferred to us.

The cla.s.s fell silent, it took everyone a moment to realize what just happened. Tanabe jerked and, without hesitating with her answer, placed her left hand on Minato's desk, and grabbed her collar with her right. Without any constraint, Tanabe leaned forward and almost touched faces with Minato.

"You want a fight?" Tanabe hissed as if preparing to hit Minato on the forehead. The legs of the table creaked under the weight of the bully.

"Do I want a fight? Of course not. Why should I do this, you will cry if you get hit in the neck."

Sparks flew out in the blink of an eye.

"What?! Just you wait!" Everyone fell silent from Tanabe's angry shriek.

There were twenty minutes left until the end of lunch. The teacher wouldn't come in and wouldn't separate them.

"Huh? You sure? Are you ready? And what if you start whining?" Minato clarified.

Tanabe didn't see anything around her anymore.

"Well! Come one, let's…" A sharp sound of a hit interrupted Tanabe's sentence, and after she fell silent, there was a complete silence for a moment.

It seemed as though time stopped. From Tanabe's lying on the table palm, a metal fork was sticking out which was held by Minato's hand. Her fingers were long, though not as long as mine. Tanabe's claw, with disgustingly painted nails, was completely pierced through. There was a surprise on Tanabe's face, and Minato broke into a smile.

The scene was played with bright colors for me.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah!!!" Tanabe collapsed onto her knees with a cry of pain, but her left hand didn't leave the desk. The fork that pierced the palm, got stuck in the table top and stayed in it, though it also creaked. Not moving, Minato held the fork with all the force she was capable of.

At the sight of this picture, the cla.s.s stiffened. Everyone seemed paralyzed. Minato didn't let Tanabe pull away from her wounded hand, and she was only able to s.n.a.t.c.h the air like a fish thrown ash.o.r.e. The people were speechless. A b.l.o.o.d.y pool spread over the desk.

n.o.body moved a step, and Minato reached for the contents of the bento with her left hand. The meatball, stained with sauce and blood, splashed when Minato lifted it and thrust it into Tanabe's open mouth. Then the newcomer forcefully closed it and wiped her stained hand on the opponent's blouse.

"This, Tanabe-san, is exactly what I wanted to tell you: I hate you. Sometimes, I even want to kill you."

In the silence, the voices from the neighboring cla.s.s were heard clearly. Tanabe's teeth began to chatter loudly, and this sound filled the entire room.

"I forgive you this time, let's be silent about our affairs together. This will be our little secret."

Unable to contain myself any longer, I jumped from my seat. The corners of my mouth rose. No one in the cla.s.s noticed my disappearance. I jumped out into the corridor and rushed at full speed to the staircase leading to the roof, which was deserted at that time.

The clapping that was beating me on the brain, died down.

***

I laughed like crazy. My lungs emptied, my diaphragm tensed up, and my throat went dry, but I continued to laugh. I coughed and bent over from the pain in my stomach, but I continued to laugh on the deserted staircase.

I couldn't explain why. The laugher just didn't stop. Exhausted, I stretched out on the cold floor, the tiles of which cooled my heated my body.

Minato Rica. Minato Rica. Minato Rica.

What a girl.

My lips stretched out by themselves into a smile. An incredibly refreshing feeling. I got up, and staggered as if I was completely drunk. I looked at my smartphone, that replaced a wrist.w.a.tch, and realized that there was only five minutes left to the end of recess.

And here I saw something. A message came on my smartphone, which happened very rarely. One letter from an unfamiliar address.

"From"
Minato Rica
"Text"
Idzono-kun
Can we meet up after school at 5?

It wasn't just the polite sentence that caught my attention, but also the map, on which a cafe near the school was circled. By the way, my name is Idzono.

Edited by: Akshaythedon