Chapter 6

Forcefully yanking his arm away from her hands, he quickly grabbed his school bag from beside his seat.

Hijiki slowly backed away from his desk, when she realized how calloused her actions towards him really were.

She was freaking out inside.

It was difficult for her to really believe that she offended a genuine member of the Ikkamiya bloodline.

"Ah… I-I'm sobwy…"

Ikkamiya looked at her, for but a brief second.

Wholly surprised, that her face was a snot and tear covered mess.

"What in the actual fuck??"

He looked away quickly, trying to put on a stern face.

However, his furrowed brow quivered, as he could hear her quietly sobbing.

Sweat built up on his head.

Within four seconds of having to listen to her quietly weep, and having to suffer the knowledge that everyone is probably looking at them, he broke.

He put his arm out, to touch the top of her head.

Surprised, she looked up at him, with tears in her eyes that obscured her vision.

He was looking away, to where his extended peripheral vision didn't see her.

"So with that… and all… I'm going."

Her left hand reached up, then rested on top of his hand, which laid on her head still.

Hijiki, struggling to breathe and talk, she replied with:

"Do you fogib mwe???"

He clenched his eyes closed, before he, with reluctance, said:

"Yeah. It should be fine if you just… dont talk to me. I forgive you."

Pulling his hand away from the hand-head sandwich he was in, he walked out of class.

When he disappeared out of sight, Hijiki looked to the floor, and mumbled.

"I shoubnd… pry… indo his libe…"

The rest of the school day was boring, Ikkamiya found.

He also noted that, despite not having gone to school last year due to his families situation, he readjusted surprisingly quickly.

It was as simple as: rising, bowing, saying yes ma'am or sir, then writing notes.

Ikkamiya loved it.

Uncertainty was his fear.

The Uncertainty of why Basilisks are so, each and every way to kill one, how future events will unravel.

With such structure and cycle, he could calm his nerves, and forget about his families abilities.

He wanted to avoid thinking about their supposed "obligation" to the United Nations, to assist them in their protection of the world.

But he knew he couldn't forget about it though.

Sooner or later, he'd have to return to the family's estate, and continue to use his gift.

Once the school day had ended, he found himself walking through the streets, to his home, to his single bedroom apartment.

He didn't need to take a train, as his wealth got him an apartment in Tokyo, despite the competition and high prices.

Around him were crowded streets, food stalls and restaurants compacted into the little roads.

You'd see a moped or motorcycle often.

Rarely a car.

Despite the business and chaotic nature of it all, the people, the noises, the billboards, he didn't see them.

At moments like this, he found himself capable of putting a temporary halt to his always-active blessing due to the stimulation around him, and confining himself to his thoughts; as his legs went into autopilot, finding his way back to his home.