Thread: High School of the Dead: The Decent into Darkness Chronicles (Wingshadow and Mech)

Souji groaned when Tomoki told him to make himself useful. Yes, that coming from the guy who only merit so far was being an oversized cushion. Great help he was. He took a look on the pantry and as he were told, he found what was supposed to be in there. He took the can opener and was in the middle of opening the first one when the teacher resumed his talking. Souji listened to it intently but make sure he did not let the Tomoki notice he had his attention. Halfway across the lecture though, Souji was already pissed off with him, and trying his best not to jump on him and choke him to death. The nerve! When he finally finished, with a threat nonetheless, Souji spun on his heels, glaring at him. He thought he would just say all of that and then lay down in the couch like that? - You?... Beat me? Yeah, keep dreaming you moron... Try it and you'll be the one who'll get beaten halfway to death. - he snapped at him in a scornful tone. - And what the hell do you think you know about what I feel, anyway? All I did was help her when you were letting her break down. If I didn't she would be freaking out about now. If you don't want me doing your job for you, then man up and do it yourself asshole. - he continued, walking to the couch where Tomoki rested. - One more thing. Talk to me like that again and I'll kick you teeth in... Just so we understand each other. - he finished, staring seriously at her fiancee, no hint of fear in his youthful brownish eyes. Yukihito looked at them, panicking. The boy always was kind of nerdy and coward and violence would always make him sick. Even more when among people he knew. - W-wait a moment, you two. Don't fight! - he stuttered, nervously. - P-please! T-Things are already b-bad enough as it is! If you fight... you'll only hurt Marasaki-sensei. Souji took a look at him and sighed, knowing he was right, and backed off, once again going to the kitchen, and started working in silence. Yukihito seemed relieved by it, and quickly started a conversation with Tomoki. Souji saw they had canned sausage, canned corn, canned peas, pepper, ketchup and bread. He decided hot dogs would be the best choice with what they had, and quickly worked on it, still venting his frustation over the discussion with Tomoki. 'He can't understand shit... About what I feel about her... About the way she makes me feel...' he thought, while remembering her soft skin as he embraced her. The rose tint of his cheeks when he let her go. Everything about her was just... tantalizing. He knew she belong to Tomoki, that being the reason he hated the guy's guts, even thougt Souji knew he wasn't all that bad. She was untouchable. She was just a dream. He finished the hot dogs right before he heard the girls leaving the bathroom, and made his way to the living room. He knew he need a bath too. He could feel the blood dry in his face and temple where hi hit the wall, his bloodied hair clinging to his face, not to mention the overall sweat of the constant running and fighting. He blushed slightly when he saw her again, and averted his eyes. - Dinner is ready. - he announced, making his way to the dinning table. His head was throbbing now, and the pain in his elbow only getting worse. Souji waited for everyone to help themselves with the food and then did the same. It wasn't the best hot dog ever, but it was tasty enough. If he had real ingredients, they would be having a feast by then. He had put juice in the table, but stole for him one of Tomoki's beers he found at the fridge. The first reason was he liked it. The second one because he hoped it would piss him off a little. He opened the beer can, and took a sip, only then noticing an old radio that stood there, next to the table. He got up silently and turned it on, swiftly roaming through the frequences until he found one. ...we advise any remaining survivors to stay inside until help comes. We repeat, staying inside is advised, as the streets are not safe. The Police and the Army are making their best effort to contain the epidemic. For those who are stranded and can reach it, the Town hall is secured by SAT forces and can offer shelter food and protection. For those who can't, we advise... And so on and so on. That was the only messaging repeating itself in all radio stations. He hoped television news had better insight on it, but he hadn't seen any on the house. He sighed as he turned off the radio and sat quietly on the table, resuming his dinner. It didn't seem things could get any worse...