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I'll be there for you

Who: EV ERY ONE
What: Graduation. Prom.
When: The evening of May 31st.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: WHO KNOWS

One might find the stadium a little hot and humid for those used to a spring graduation ceremony. This fine evening the Academy is experiencing its first hints of summer, a warm breeze providing relief to those who would sit on the stadium floor, which had been rearranged into a platform overlooking neat rows of chairs meant to seat the gathered crowd of faculty and students. Towards the other end of the complex was the arrangement for the prom that was to follow. Food and drink, chairs and tables, each with a floral centerpiece, and, of course, a dance floor.

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Before everyone could get their party on, however, there was the main event of the evening. From his place at the podium, Master Hand watched students and staff alike find their way into the stadium. With the recent robot shenanigans, there seemed to be tensions in need of dispelling. If the Headmaster knew one thing, however, it was that some silly city antics were not going to ruin this esteemed event. Not tonight. Not if he could help it.

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HEY DUDES! Here's how stuff is going to work. We kick off the log with GRADUATION. This part of the log will be divided into separate threads. I'll post them all at once, so feel free to hop around, mingle, post whenever, wherever.

HOWEVER, once the PROM starts, it will be up to you guys to post your own threads. Please check out last year's log if you'd like an idea of how this works. Everything after the thread titled "DISMISSAL" (I will post that in a bit, so don't post prom threads until I have that up!) will be considered prom, though don't let that stop you from continuing to post in the graduation section.

Please label all your threads appropriately! (Examples: "SHENANIGANS AT THE FOOD TABLE", "DANCE-OFF", "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED", "BOTHER X" In general, a location + what is going on in the thread is the way to go. Obviously, more than one thread can take place at the same location.   Linking back and forth when and if you thread hop is very much appreciated. If things start to look a bit laggy, we'll bump to the next page. Most importantly, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!

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"You've got to be fucking kidding me," whispers Mondo somewhere under his breath, gaping in awe at the first glimpse of the heir he gets like he was sighting a ghost instead.

That's really all Byakuya was to him since the incident at Hope's Peak. A ghost of his past. An ugly scene out of an ugly nightmare. Now that he's here in the flesh, he's come to life and brought with him unwanted memories. He's real and along with the realness springs Hope's Peak's realness, and aggravation pricks at his heart and mind. It's different than with the other students who also emerged from the same hellhole he came from; it's a feeling that stems from many causes, most of them revolving around how much he detests the heir for everything he stood for. He couldn't get over his abject disregard for human life, his haughty, callous remarks and shameless bullying, messing around with Chihiro's corpse all for the sake of winning some sick, twisted satisfaction he could scrape together in that dangerous kill-or-be-killed prison he dismissed as nothing but a game. It creeped him out how anyone could be that way.

It could also be that Byakuya played a major role in his murder case, and that wasn't fun to think about. In fact, it was kind of insulting that he thought he could poke at the crime scene a little and then twist the trial around to pin rightful blame on him once he got what he wanted out of it. What a weasel. Mondo couldn't keep his eyes off the blonde as he watched him mind his own business across the dance floor. The longer he stared, the harder his teeth clenched, and the less punch he sipped from his little paper cup. He wanted control but couldn't keep it, so to stave off these negative emotions he squished the tiny paper cup in his big fist. Red liquid exploded everywhere.

Togami...

You can only be stared at for so long before you realize as much, and when Byakuya swung his head around to seek out the source of the weighted gaze, he locked eyes with the boy across the room, blue meeting the gang leader's personal shade of Pretty Princess Lilac. The heir's stomach gave an uncomfortable flop at the sight of him-- it wasn't exactly roses and glitter on his end either, though he had a lot less relatable reasons. Yet another student he had watched die, that hadn't experienced the school life of mutual killing all the way through. Well, that was just peachy, wasn't it? Looks like the best friends really had been reunited post- mortem after all. Perhaps Kiyotaka's flame eyed freak out hadn't been in vain.

He could imagine that Mondo would have a bone or two to pick with him, though. As far as Byakuya was concerned, there was no real danger. Mondo could beat his face in as hard as he wanted, he had still lost. Though, if he could avoid having his glasses broken over his nose, it would be lovely.

Look at him, standing over there, glaring. As if the source of all of his problems could be found across the room. Let's not forget who's emotions got the better of them, leading to the murder of a close friend. Man's Promise, his ass. Byakuya had almost forgotten how sick Mondo made him, the kind of guy who shows everyone at the table his hand before playing it. He glared right back.

Oowada...

Just look at that insufferable prick. Thinking he has a right to hate him with as much intensity as Mondo hates him. He'll give him even more of a reason to hate his guts, once his guts are strewn across the dance floor in a tenderized heap. Maybe it was the traces of alcohol starting to kick in, or maybe it was just his own belligerent nature recycling the fury he felt into the actions he took, but he stopped hanging around the food tables and began edging in, a slow but deliberate march towards his despicable target. His eyes never came unglued from Byakuya's. He wanted his intent to be loud and clear.

Closer, closer. Within earshot. He halts somewhere bordering enough range to come to blows. Wait for it- here comes the sweet, sweet sound of growly contempt.

"Togami..."

Oh, it was gonna be like that, was it? Fine, Byakuya could play ball. Or more likely, was not about to let the other boy intimidate him. He set his shoulders, and strode across the floor with just as much dark malevolence in his eyes, but not as much energy. It was really just a show, like birds ruffling their feathers at each other to throw them off. However, regardless of how tiresome Byakuya found the ritual, he wasn't foolish enough to think that Mondo was going to pass up an opportunity to start a brawl. He was just foaming at the mouth for it, that violent dumbass. Still letting his emotions do the thinking, regardless of the deep shit it had gotten him in prior. Seat of his pants, stubborn behavior. No interest in adapting, in accepting how incredibly wrong he was.

Now he remembered. All his feelings from before the second trial came rushing back to him. Enough time had passed, so he had almost forgotten.

He HATED Mondo. He stopped the same distance away, withering look firmly on his face.

"Oowada."

His lips peeled apart to reveal a toothy sneer, one that looks like a grin but is far from it. "It's been a while, you bastard! Play with any more lives while I was gone!? Or are you really just into messin' with corpses instead...?"

He cracked his knuckles ominously.

While he was gone. That was a laugh. Byakuya crossed his arms over his chest, maintaining eye contact.

"That depends. You make any more corpses for me to mess with?"

"No, but I'm just about to get started... with you," he spat, edging even closer to the heir's pristine, bespectacled pretty-boy face. God, does he want to mess it up. They're so close his pompadour is dangerously within range. After all, Byakuya's canon height is only rivaled to Mondo's. Their hair made sweet contact for just a brushing moment.

"Any last words?! Better not piss me off any more, or I might have to make your death a promise, you fucker!!"

He looked at Mondo over the tops of his glasses, preferring to keep his vision fuzzy when the other boy was that close. Without missing a beat--

"Invest in mints."

That... wasn't the kind of comeback he was expecting. Still infuriating, but it came out of left field, and so the gang leader flinched in his growing intent to slug him and slug him good.

"Aa? Leave my breath out of this, shithead! Is that really all you have to say to me?!" If he was gonna beat him to a pulp, he at least wanted the final riposte to be good enough to feed into the satisfaction of it!

A wry smile found its way onto Byakuya's face.

"Why don't we just hit fast forward, and you can tell me what you want me to say? Because all this flirting is boring."

He looked off to the side, suddenly uncertain, brows furrowed and biting the inside of his cheek.

"I'm... more happened in Hope's Peak than you know, Oowada. Things are different, now. I've grown to feel remorse for what I did in that trial..."

The uncertain look was gone as quick as it appeared.

"But no, you're looking for a righteous reason to start a fight, aren't you? How's this, then?"

He dipped his head, features dark.

"I'd do it again. My only regret is that I didn't get to kill you with my own two hands. That would have been a memory I could have cherished for the rest of my life."

And then, he looked bored again, eyes focused on something else clearly much more interesting than the boy in front of him.

"Hm? Too much, or not enough?"

What the hell was that all about? See-sawing from insults to admitting remorse and back to being a tremendously smug asshole. Even going so far as to willingly offer him verbal bait to clobber him with. He'd never understand the stupid mind games he liked to play, that's for sure. Mondo's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the disinterested heir before him, thrown into a complicated thought process even he couldn't ascertain. It didn't change how he felt for him, though, and he turned the heat back on to his slowly boiling rage.

"I don't get how you're not even breaking a fucking sweat. Don't you know who the hell you're dealing with here?!" A gang leader renowned across Japan for his brutality. A violent punk who loses sight of his temper a little too often. A murderer whose victims blood he had smeared in his own hands. "Where the fuck do you get all that confidence, anyway?!" He yanked him by his collar and shoved their faces into an uncomfortable proximity." I could crush you with my bare hands..."

His eyes narrowed as he was roughly jerked forward. He didn't make an effort to wrestle himself from Mondo's grip, but one hand shot up to wrap around the gang leader's wrist.

"Don't you?" He growled. Mondo was capable of great damage, but part of what made Byakuya Byakuya Togami was that he didn't get intimidated or impressed, pretty much ever. Confidence was hard wired into his brain, conditioned to survive regardless of the collateral damage. And there had been collateral damage.

"You obviously forget who you're talking to, mongrel."

He was hovering a few inches away from a dangerous animal, one that was barking a hell of a lot, but had yet to bite. Close enough to see the blood rise to his cheeks in anger and frustration. Byakuya had affected him. He tried not to grin, voice intimately low.

"You're going to crush me, are you? A new method, or have you done it before?" So bite then, tough guy. See what happens.

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"I'm sick of hearing your worthless talk!!"

To release the hand shackling his wrist, he rammed his skull into Byakuya's. ~~Hair porn commenced.~~ The impact rattled his own head, but that wasn't stopping him at all from jerking him by the collar again to drive him straight into the spring-loaded punch he slammed into his gut.

Stars exploded behind Byakuya's eyes as he was viciously headbutted. He had just enough time to think figures that Oowada's skull would be that thick before the pain in his head was replaced by the blunt attack to his stomach.

Damn. The gang leader had a mean uppercut, that much was entirely undeniable at this point. The blonde chided himself for the weak noise that snuck its way out of his throat at the impact, but didn't allow him much time to feel upset before placing both hands on Mondo's shoulders and pushing down. He brought a knee quickly and solidly into his classmate's lower abdomen, a strike that would have been centered in Mondo's crotch had Byakuya been less hasty and more used to fighting at all.

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So he thought he could fight back! This was interesting, and strangely exhilarating to have his scrawny-looking opponent exchange blows rather than just take them. The strike to his abdomen was less than exhilarating, but it only caused him to flinch his advance for a handful of seconds- he'd taken worse blows before and plowed through them like they were nothing but fly bites.

"At least you've got the guts not to back down!" bellowed Mondo as he swung a right hook to the face. "But I'm gonna make you regret it!"

He was so lost in his own little bloodlust haze that the rest of the world sort of faded to black. Laying the smackdown on Byakuya was long overdue, and so was the last time he got to beat someone like this. They were likely causing quite the scene.

A scene was most definitely being caused, and Byakuya didn't even have the chance to curse to himself before Mondo's fist made contact with the side of his face. He heard a disheartening crack and a pinch of pain (a shard of glasses frame metal scratching into his skin) to compliment the powerhouse punch. He stumbled to the side. And then...

And then...

And then he hit the chain link fence set up to keep kids from tumbling off the roof of the school. This time, the punch had been directed to his jaw, and Byakuya had bitten the inside of his cheek. He swallowed blood, and cast an icy glare at the punk that had delivered the punch.

"Had enough, shithead?" Mondo ground out, cracking the knuckles in one hand. Chihiro tugged uselessly on his jacket sleeve.

"Oowada- san, please... !"

Bykauya felt hands on his shoulder, along with a familiar, stuttering voice.

"B-byakuya- sama!! Are you alright?!" Touko whimpered, and the heir viciously pushed her off of him, standing back up to his full height.

"I should have known it was you who wanted to meet me, considering the atrocious handwriting," he deadpanned. Mondo's eye twitched.

"You've got a fuckin' come back for everything, don't you? Why don't you try picking on someone your own size for once?" he hissed, indicating Chihiro, who blushed and stammered.

"You're going to regret this, worm," Byakuya huffed, but was interrupted by Kiyotaka suddenly bursting through the roof doors, screaming.

"Brother! There is absolutely no--"

... Byakuya was suddenly aware that he was at Smash Academy's prom, one hand on the wall to support himself, the other gripping his forehead. He was shaking.

"Wh... What the hell... ?"

He looked back at Mondo, voice flat.

"... You're going to regret that."

Edited 2013-06-09 23:50 (UTC)

Mondo snorted, grinning like a hyena as he retracted to a more imposing height. "I'm going to regret it?! You're the one who's looked like he's already reaching his limit!"

He still had no idea what was happening exactly. Being thrown into a new world when he'd expected his old and smack-dab in a school celebration of some sort. Naoki had walked through the crowd, which looked like a mixture of humans and demons (he thinks?). Had he been tricked? He had won, fair and square...

His thoughts were interrupted by the duo fighting. It was hard to ignore, admittedly, and Naoki had to stop himself from just jumping in. Fighting he could understand, having been stuck knee-deep in it for the past few months in a world without hope. Oddly the two of them going at it managed to calm him down, so he just stared, silently, waiting for them to be done.

Except Pixie didn't have his patience, and did the talking for him. Without warning there was now a 12 inch fairy hovering between the two of them, wings buzzing as she crossed her arms.

"Hey you two weirdos! Where are we, exactly?" She didn't seem too worried that she had literally put herself right in the middle of the fight itself, or that she was literally just insulting them.

Byakuya wasn't going to deny to himself that he was over the moon at being interrupted-- regardless of how much he detested Mondo, he had just had either a hallucination or a memory. That, combined with the fact that Mondo was an actual mountain of a man made him not so eager to really get into it with the gang leader.

He hadn't been at the school long enough to mask his surprise at the tiny winged humanoid, though. He pushed himself off the wall, eyes wide.

Robot, or actual pixie? Anything seemed to be possible. He gawked at her, gaze then drifting to Mondo to check his reaction.

Definitely more overtly shocked and confused than Byakuya's with his jaw hanging open like that. She had successfully deterred his immediate focus away from the bruising blond he was cornering. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the interruption hanging before his own two eyes without having much success in making sense of it. Therefore, he completely disregarded her question in favor of his own.

"A fairy?" he asked, as though questioning this spectacle aloud would clear everything up. Sure looked like one. It was a tiny girl with bug wings. What else could it be?

She nodded, incredibly amused at their reaction and paraded in the air before actually talking.

"Fairy clan actually! I'm Pixie! And that's..." she pointed to Naoki, "Hitoshura!" He raised his arm and gave a single, quick wave. Hello, nice to meet you, etc etc. At least you guys were humans and not a bunch of undressed demons.

"So I know you were beating each other up, but you mind telling us where we are, corn-head?"

Sounding uncertain but mostly due to the abruptness of the pixie's appearance, Mondo replied stupidly, "Uhh, prom?" like that was the answer she was looking for. A beat later, he added, "And who're you callin' corn-head? It's not corn! It's hair!"

Times his hair has been called corn tonight: at least 3.

Naoki shook his head behind her while Pixie wasn't watching. Don't encourage her, you're encouraging her she'll just go for it.

"Corn hair! Corn hair, he he he...what's a prom?!"

Demons didn't exactly have proms. Please ignore the facepalming Naoki in the back.

Byakuya pointed at Pixie, indignant levels turned up to max.

"You're expecting us to explain something like that to you, when you barge in between us looking like... that?!"

Seriously? There were fairies here? Somehow it felt even more surreal than the dead walking. It was like he had just walked into a weird video game.

"Explain yourself! Why are you a fairy?!" The knock to the head might have jarred more than just memories loose. He was at a loss.

There was a strange silence for a few seconds. Then Pixie spoke again.

" I was born this way. I take it back. You guys can't be humans, you're waaaaay too dumb!"

Naoki could understand Byakuya's uneasiness, but this whole place seemed to be surrounded by strange things. Was Pixie really the first thing that had made him crack?

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