Saccharide Heinz
Oeillet de règne Académie: Faculty
I stand here.
"Klavier. Please stop shaking..."
Right here with Racquel while that fucking bastard gets a warm cuddle from my girl. Deciding to eagerly look for another thing to give my attention to, I looked over at Sir Broshe talking to the cop and listened to their conversation.
"Gendarmerie Chris Bruint and Janitor Valdost Moreau," the chief asked, "Are they the only dead ones?"
Sir Broshe nodded, "Yes..."
My desire to ignore the on-going scene beside me was strong, but the situation pisses me off more than it should be.
And I know why the fuck I am feeling that way...
"Come on, Klavier! Just drink this..." Racquel handed Raine a bottle of water to give it to the male.
Raine opened the cap for him and personally assisted the faggot to drink the water. He got the fucking nerve to hold Raine's hand as he gulped the water while holding my girl's heaven-sent hand.
My temper got the best of me so, I screamed, "Just tell us what happened, faggot! Goodness, stop shaking like a fucking vibrator!"
Raine looked at me before wrapping her arms around Klavier to comfort him again, "Give him time..."
'That helped me a lot!' I thought sarcastically.
"What do I know? He could be the one who killed both of them," I exclaimed and crossed my arms.
"Shut up!" shouted Racquel and walked away from me to sit on the other side of Klavier, joining the comforting orgy.
"What do we know you're the one who has the screw that has a similar size with the holes on their body?" Racquel threw the accusation at me along with her death glares.
"I'm not the one covered in blood!" I answered back.
"Guys..." Raine softly begged us to stop even without starting the conversation battle.
Raine stood up and walked right in front of me, her height was smaller compared to mine so, she was looking up while I looked down on her.
"I'm really pissed because of you, Saccharide," she growled, showing her teeth.
"Oh goody, Do tell Blondie!" cheerfully, I exclaimed and did and little swing with my arms.
"You have the audacity to tell the cops that we should be the main suspects because we're the ones inside the restroom!"
Every word she makes, her long polished nail slightly pokes my chest as she presses the tip on my front shirt while arguing with me.
"Exactly the reason..." I cockily declared.
"Who the hell throws his friend off the bus like that?!" she exclaimed and pulled her hair in frustration. "Ugh! What do I expect from a therapy baby anyway?"
That set me off...
"Did you just go there?" I asked with a gentle voice, but I'm clearly pissed, "I hope you didn't."
"I think I just did" she grinned and did a hair flip.
"My aunt said to me that she left that day in the hospital because you tried to attack her; she was lucky enough to get outside there," she narrated with her hands on her hips, "Think about this Saccharide! Your psycho self must have put you into a sleeping state while he goes on a spree and then, you wake up knowing nothing about the previous spree."
I didn't want to admit it, but it was a possible conclusion. Screw next week, I'm going through my therapy today.
"Spree?" I asked before taking the stuck lump on my throat.
"Killing spree..." she answered seriously before walking towards the two again.
I looked down before looking over to Sir Broshe. The door closed after the officer was done interrogating our adviser. With his head looking at the ground, Sir Broshe walked in our direction and stared pitifully at the bisexual male sitting on the bench with my lover.
"No one knew what really happened there so, please stop blaming each other," he sincerely said.
"Any luck?" I asked.
He looked at me and sighed, "Raine, I'll escort you to your dorm..." He stated, "You have to pack your things... the school will be postponed for a week because of the investigation."
"So the play and the finals will be moved?" Racquel asked, looking at Sir Broshe while brushing her fingers through Klavier's grey locks.
Sr Broshe nodded them adjusted his glasses, "Klavier and Racquel. You're in for questioning..."
Racquel sprang up from her seat and stomped her feet in devastation, "What? For real?!"
"They considered believing in Saccharide's statement," Sir Broshe stated, without looking at me.
Looking at Raine, I can see that she's upset so, I smiled at her before shrugging.
"Well, did they believe the fact that he has a torture weapon in his pocket...?" Racquel came back with defense.
"No, because he has a witness who said that when that time of the crime he was being escorted back to the classroom," our adviser explained while I smiled inside, "But he ran away to see Raine and got her to the clinic."
"Don't worry, I believe none of you did this horrible crime," he comforted the stressed girl before beckoning Raine to come with her to the dorm.
"Come on, Raine," he called.
Raine stood up and was about to follow him when I pulled her before crashing my lips onto her warm ones. I didn't care if it's a free show, but I wanted to savor it from the moment I met her in the garden, but I had to hold myself back.
"Before you go..." I whispered, "Wait for me in your dorm. We'll ride the bus to my home after I get to the therapy, m'kay?"
Her smile was brighter than the sun when she blushed. I pinched her cheek and hugged her, feeling the hot glares from Racquel and Klavier; I grinned and kissed her neck before leaving a red mark.
"Come on, Raine!" Sir Broshe shouted from outside the room. She covered her neck with her black hair before leaving the door.
"Thank god, she can take you!" I heard Racquel say.
I looked at her and smiled, "Yeah, thank god! You couldn't!"
That's the last thing I said before a man in a suit entered the room, holding a folder and a cup of one on the other. His hair was a golden brown, and his eyes glowed like a tangerine under a summer sun.
"Alright, kids... Let's play. Truth and Truth only," he grinned at us.
What's up with this guy?