xxxxHisoka watched the gym kids as they ran around the track, leaning his head against the window. Can't wait to be doing that next class, he thought sarcastically.
xxxxA pen hit the glass right above his head, and he jumped. He whipped around and glared at the obvious culprits-- Eiji and his gang. "Sorry Kawasaki! I was aiming for someone else," Eiji shouted. There was no one sitting within two seats of Hisoka. He didn't reply, just glowered some more and threw the pen back. He had left lunch a little early, and the classroom was slowly filling up. Hisoka noticed when a familiar head of brown hair walked in, but Fukui seemed distracted. In any case, he didn't sit next to him. Hisoka hmphed quietly and returned to looking out the window, telling himself that he was an idiot for taking note of something so trivial.
xxxxQuite suddenly, the chatter ceased. It was enough to bring Hisoka out of his apathy. He turned his head a little later than everyone else, but what he saw made his fingers spasmodically grip the edges of his desk. Fukui was on the floor. Eiji was towering over him. Fukui was crying. Eiji might have been able to get away unscathed too, if he hadn't reached out and seized Fukui's hair with a meaty hand. "You dump piece of crap!" he shouted. Hisoka was sliding out of his chair before he'd made a conscious decision to do so. Mr. Yoshinaga wasn't here yet, but Hisoka couldn't give less of a damn who was watching. There was something artful to the way he moved, his walk leisurely and languid. It was upon catching the hard gleam in his cobalt eyes that the other students shied away.
xxxx"Hey, Eiji-kun," Hisoka called.
xxxx"...Yes?" the other replied, his grip on Fukui's hair loosening a bit. Eiji's tone was carefully neutral. Like the rest of the class, he wasn't sure what Hisoka's intentions were, and he hadn't yet noticed the gleam in his eyes. His friends, however, had, and some of them took a few steps back.
xxxxHisoka kept on walking at his unhurried pace until he was mere inches from Eiji. When he spoke, his eyes flashed, and his voice was quiet enough that the other students leaned forward to hear. "You want to let go of Fukui-san there?"
xxxxEiji's brows furrowed. Kawasaki had never given him grief for his bullying before; why would he start now? Nevertheless, Eiji was not one to back down, and he jutted his chin out and said, "I don't think I will. Back off, bitchsquealer."
xxxxHisoka's fist flashed out, but Eiji had been expecting it and staggered back so that it only skimmed his jaw, releasing Fukui in the process. Hisoka gave Fukui a quick once-over, and the boy's swollen cheek registered. He turned back to Eiji just as he tackled him. Some girls screamed as the two of them hit the wall. Hisoka felt his breath leave his chest from the impact, and Eiji's fist connected with his face. Hard. He growled, shoving the boy off of him and landing a kick in Eiji's stomach. Eiji doubled over, and fell to the ground when Hisoka viciously jabbed an elbow into his back. He kicked Eiji's side when the latter tried to stand. Two of Eiji's friends jumped forward at that moment when it became clear that there would be no glory for their leader. "What, you bastards want a beating too?" Hisoka snarled.
xxxxEverything was blurred at the edges after that. Hisoka punched and kicked and was punched and kicked in return, spitting profanity at his opponents all the while. "You guys really are dumbasses if you can't even do your own work with those piece of shit excuses for brains you've got!" It was about Fukui, but it wasn't really about Fukui anymore. He felt like he was letting go of all the anger he had felt towards these people who had shaped his reputation for him, and in some twisted way he was making up for all the times in the past when he had simply walked past or looked on with the rest of them. "You just take and take and take, don't you?" he spat. He was kicking someone else now. They dropped to the floor, but he kept on kicking them because no one else interrupted. "You fuckers just step all over people and expect them to take it. Well, I'm not going to take it!"
xxxxSomeone forcibly dragged him away. Hisoka struggled, but he recognized Mr. Yoshinaga's voice telling him to calm down, calm down, and there were students clamoring around them shouting "Kawasaki was outnumbered!" "Eiji started it!" "He was just trying to help Aito!" "Omigosh are they okay?!"
xxxxThe next thing Hisoka was aware of was that he was in the nurse's office. He throbbed all over and he was pretty sure he couldn't see out of one eye. There were low voices speaking urgently not far from where he was sitting, but they eventually left, and the elderly nurse called his name a few times. He didn't really want to respond, so she sighed and stood and helped him to one of the beds in the back of the room. He lay down obediently, though the motion made his chest ache and he had to grit his teeth together to keep from groaning. He stayed awake just long enough to notice that the other beds were all occupied before drifting into a heavy sleep.