Western Showdown! (Kuramoto)

[ghiste]

It was a barren hallway that Ghiste has just entered, and he was moving across it when he saw the entrance of Jim, the guy who said he was going to beat Ghiste up next time he saw him! At this point you could just hear the Western music, Ghiste standing at one side of the hallway, Jim standing at the other side of the hallway. Taking his right hand out of his black leather jacket, Ghiste wiped his hair back out of his eyes, letting his entire beautiful pale face being seen in complete view as he then let out a very confident smirk. Now Ghiste wasn't actually looking for a fight, he was probably going to see if he could talk his way out of it, but for now it would be classified as a fight.

"Enjoy actin' like a pretty boy while you can because I am going to crush you right here, right now."

Letting out a chuckle Ghiste shook his head, letting his white tennis shoes walk him closer to what people would think might be his death. Putting his right hand back into his jacket, and walking slowly Ghiste began to talk, in a more taunting voice if anything at all.

"Do we have to do this? I don't want to mess up my clothes."

Even though it seemed mocking, Ghiste was actually being completely serious, he didn't want to mess up his clothes! The other guy seemed to take it quite seriously though, and then out of no where a crumbled piece of paper blew by the hallway and a locker swung open and back closed. Well, it definitely was signifying the very classic Western scene, but Ghiste didn't really care 'bout the special effects that just unrealistically popped out for comic relief purposes, his entire attention was focused on Jim, the bully.

"I am goin' to make you cry!"

With that Jim rushed right at Ghiste, and that is when IT happened!

[K]

"Ho, hum..."

A long, dark, feminine leg stretched out in the rushing bum's path, forcing the boy to trip head-over heels and fall right to the ground, flat on his face. He hit the ground hard and slid about a yard or so before the same offending leg went down against the boy's back, the leather high-heel digging into his shoulder, making him halt to a stop. Miss Kuramoto's ruby lips curved into a light, relaxed smile as she looked down at old Jimmy-James, who was currently struggling against her, attempting to stand up. She bent over a little bit, just enough to not shield her face from the other boy in front of her, but just enough to give that boy a rather nice view of her cleavage.

"Sorry about that, sweetie, but fighting in the middle of the hall like this is not a very good idea. Come now, you might get your clothes messed up, and we certainly would not want that, now, hmm?”

After this, she got her foot off of the boy’s back and began to “help” him to his feet: By this, of course, we mean that she wrapped her hand around the back of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. His face seemed to be rather bloody… Oopsies, it seemed that she had broken poor Jimmy-James’ nose! Oh, well. He took the risk when he attempted to attack that student just now. He should have just played nice with the other little kiddies his age, right?

Apparently, though, that thought had yet to pass this young man's mind, as he gripped her wrist tightly, holding himself up as he threw a kick at her shin. At this little bit of defiance, she simply brought her other foot up for a moment to block the quick kick before stepping back to regain her balance. Despite this cocky kid's attitude, though, she really did not seem to be very bothered: The relaxed grin remained on her features, even as she grabbed the poor boy's wrist and twisted it behind his back. A yell of pain escaped the boy as she did so, which she seemed to completely ignore.

"Hm? What's the matter, now, sweetie? Didn't you want a fight before? Hmm... Ah, well. You're certainly a spoilsport. Too bad!"

With that, she turned away from the other boy on the scene and let go of her captive's arm, pushing him in the opposite direction in the hallway. The boy glowered at her for a moment before turning in the opposite direction and running off. A deep sigh escaped Miss Kuramoto's lips as she watched this: Just another spineless idiot looking for someone to beat to a pulp, she supposed. Ah, well, she figured that he had learned his lesson from her... whatever that was. Finally, she turned around and looked at the other boy. She still seemed pretty calm, as if the entire ordeal had been nothing at all. In fact, she looked at it as not much more than a bit of pleasant exercise.

"You alright there, hon?"

[ghiste]

"Looky there, now I don't got to get my own hands dirty, that would of been something not worth experiencing..."

While the whole corporal punishment gig was going on, Ghiste didn't even bother to pay attention, he moved over to where his back was leaning against a pair of lockers waiting for her to finish. Ghiste could of just walked off, but he much rather wanted to get whatever punishment he might get over with if that was the way this teacher operated. He had no idea rather he broke the rules or not, after all, he was new to this school himself. Looking up at the roof letting her taunt and beat the kid, Ghiste just kept his thoughts to himself, he really didn't care for watching gory stuff, it truly disgusted him. Why should a face so beautiful witness something so wretched, right!?

After hearing most of what was going on, Ghiste knew he really didn't want to witness that crap, it just sounded so damned awful! Good thing the tables weren't turned around, otherwise Ghiste would of been in some deep shit! Finally, when it seemed all was over the older women seemed to acknowledge Ghiste, and it seemed as if she wasn't really lookin' to do anything too bad toward him. At least, that is what Ghiste was thinking, he could be wrong though. Getting off from leaning against the lockers and raising a brow to her calling him hun, he gave a friendly smile then decided it would only truly be respectful if he gave an answer to her question.

"No need to worry ma'am, it seems I escaped that little scrabble unharmed and untouched. Thanks for lookin' out for me, would of been horrible if I actually had to fight the guy, I'm not one to like the whole violence scene, y'know?"

After assuming he had everything he needed to say done, he decided it would be best if he questioned that he would be allowed to leave. It would be horrible if he stayed much longer, it felt awkward when you were talking to an adult after all! Even if Ghiste could manage talking to people, he still had that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, he was just good at ignoring it!

"Do you need me for anything ma'am, or am I free to leave?"

[K]

Ms. Kuramoto just kept on smiling at the boy's responce. She couldn't help but notice that he looked a little nervous, talking to her and such. He probably wasn't used to talking to adults all that often, which made sense. After all, most kids nowadays don't like to spend much time around their parents, or around any other adults, for that matter. It wasn't as if she herself was too much different than that at his age... Buuut that was in the past, and she was not one to dwell too much on such things.

She then realized that the boy could also be a little nervous around her because of the fact that he had no-doubt witnessed her beating the living crap out of that kid that had just threatened him. A soft, friendly-sounding chuckle escaped her lips as she realized this. The boy probably thought her to be some sort of crazy, violence-loving maniac! No, no, no, this certainly wouldn’t do. Letting her well-manicured hands slip into her pockets, she pushed up on the sunglasses that rested on the bridge of her nose, positioning them on top of her head, so that she could look at the boy a little better as she spoke to him.

“Heh… Well, it’s not as if I really had much of a choice on what to do there. I’m just doing what I’m paid to do… And besides, I think he was a bit too wrapped up in the whole ‘making-you-cry’ thing for me to stop him with just words alone. I think I might have taken it a lil’ bit too far… but, ah, well, that’s the risk that you gotta take when you go off and fight someone. If you try and beat someone up, you should expect to get beat up yourself.”

As he asked if he could leave, the calm smile on the History teacher’s face looked a little disappointed for a moment. Ah, well, though. The boy probably had better things to do than to sit around to listen to her lecturing, right? If he wanted to hear anything like that, after all, he could probably just go to class or something.

“Nope, don’t see any reason to keep ya around if you don’t really want to. Just try and stay safe now, and try not to provoke people too much, as fun as it might be sometimes alright?”

[ghiste]

"Don' worry ma'am, it doesn't effect me on what you did to that kid, I just wanted to know if I had to suffer the same fate, y'know?"

Giving a waving motion with his hand like he really didn't care about the whole violence thing, he slipped his hand back into the pocket of his black leather jacket. The only reason he was slightly nervous was the fact that he was afraid of rather or not he was going to have to worry about having some old person trying to attack him for nearly getting into a fight. Still, now that he knew that wasn't the fact, maybe he could be a little bit more calm. Yes, it was awkward talkin' to an adult, and it was weird when you have someone who has done so little talking to someone who has done so much. Still, it all couldn't be too bad right?

"Hey, I am havin' a bit of trouble lookin' for my history class, any chance you could help me out?"

This was a lie, but it wasn't like the teacher could read his mind or something! If there was one thing Ghiste was good at, it was finding a way to keep a conversation going. All it took was a few lies, but if you did that, and you managed to pretend you were still interested, you could get to know someone really well. Maybe knowing this teacher might be an advantage for him later after all, you never know what knowing someone on a first name basis does for you after all!

"Let's see, where did I put my map?"

Sliding his left hand out with his map, he unfolded it, Ghiste had two maps, the one in his right pocket was color coded, and the one in his left was not color coded. This was very helpful when you tried playing the innocent lost student routine, it was really helpful actually. Ghiste was such a crafty little bastard! Anyways, he would just wait for her answer, and everything would play nice and swell, perfect...

"If you're busy though, I would completely understand, ma'am."