dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

I already know who you are. If you have something to say, then say it. Don't pussyfoot around it. Waste of time.

[ Since they're outside now... ]

I don't need someone who worships at Oria Severine's feet to lecture me.

... you don't know anything about me, considering we've just met.

[ Sinclair's expression flickers a little and he's a little more confused now than anything but also.

Ah, that. Those comments again

...

They never did stop did they?]

I see. So it was Oria you had a problem with this entire time.

Everything I came to know of you was against my will for years because of him.

[ Not just in school, but even before he set foot in here from how he says "years".

Sinclair looks awfully easy to bully, but the way he dropped the nervous smile is something Satria notes. Maybe if he smashes the egg right here, right now, he'll show up. So he starts walking towards him. Ominous. If Sinclair doesn't get away, he'll grab him by the collar. ]

[ Sinclair doesn't move away, feeling rooted to the ground.

'For years'? What? Why would he even know that?

Satria grabs him by the collar but that only snaps Sinclair back to reality and he reaches up to grab that wrist. A deeply buried feeling comes back to life, and his expression darkens visibly. Had Satria continued to just hassle him, he would have stayed nervous and uncertain.

But bringing up his parents and then Oria in succession...?]

I don't know what you're talking about...but let go.

[ A boy with Oria's face, but different name. Hating Oria despite never having seen him. Hating Sinclair by association. The pieces are all there but--]

[ Perhaps if he had an ounce of sympathy or empathy, he would have understood that all of this would have confused Sinclair greatly. Satria is just saying what he says, and there's no way Sinclair would have known that.

Maybe? He's a smart cookie. He can probably figure it out. ]

Or what? You gonna make me?

[ He tightens the hold around the collar. ]

[He thinks he understands why Beatrice kept pushing him to join the fencing club now. He had done it at her prompting, and because they had did a little of it when they were younger, and he had been okay at it, if not particularly motivated. Beatrice wanted him to be able to look out for himself, to channel all his buried anger into something.

He's not going to close his eyes and wait for someone to save him. Oria would, he knows. But it's people thinking he can only rely on Oria that keeps putting him in these situations. So without an answer, he swings up with a right hook - fast and hard - because he's angry]

[ Oh.

Satria gets absolutely clocked in the face because he thought Sinclair was some jittery anxious stick boy that didn't know how to fight. He should have listened to his instincts the moment he dropped the smile. His nose is probably broken and he's definitely bleeding.

He doesn't wait a second before he launches his counter, which is an uppercut to the chin. ]

[Ow-- Sinclair's head snaps back, and he drops down...but he promptly uses that to tackle Satria to the ground and knock him off his feet. Sinclair is an avoidant person in general. But most of that was because he didn't like this part of himself. The angry,
violent part of him that wasn't a good person at all]

What--is--wrong with you?!

[ Satria is tackled to the ground, but he throws another punch to Sinclair's forehead. ]

Look in the mirror. What's wrong with you?

[He tries to pull back for that one, but the punch still clips the side of his head, and it hurts too. He blinks back stars from his eyes, and slides to the side, dazed, clutching his forehead. Ah...blood...this wasn't good. Oria and Beatrice would be--]

You...you've been picking a fight from the beginning.

[ He kind of has a sinking feeling Satria might be...related in a way. But was that even possible?]

Of course I was, you ex-scion.

[ He launches another fist to hit the side of Sinclair's head next and tries to push him off. ]

I hate people, but I hate you more.

[Ex-scion...? Sinclair falls to the side, his vision blurring a little. But he's curled up, still ready to hit back at the next opportunity. Anger and frustration bubbles up in him]

...but I don't even know you. What could I have done to make you hate me so much?

That's for you to find out. You can live in ignorance and think that you're in the right otherwise.

[ Satria doesn't waste the chance to give Sinclair a good kick at the stomach, but if it's covered from curling up, he'll aim at the front of the legs below the knees instead. ]

[And that's what Sinclair had been waiting for, really. The moment the kick connects, he grabs Satria's leg and gives a vicious pull to knock him off balance once more.]

Being weird and cryptic doesn't help with anything--

[Aaaaah he's had about enough, his head hurts, his chin hurts, everything about this day was terrible!!

"Emil--!" A voice is calling for him from a distance. Oh, Yuri must have been worried, he thinks.

But ah. That's bad. Because in the team was...

"Ho! Sinclair! I see you have been cornered by a single most foul villain--!"

Please no]

[ Even with the supposed distraction, Satria stays focused. He falls because of the yanking, but he tries to hit him with his knee somewhere. Anywhere, that seems painful. That and he brings a fist down to the side of Sinclair's head again. ]

[Ugh. Ow. He's gotten into scuffles before, because you didn't stay friends with people like Don without knowing how to handle them, but he's been on the defensive for awhile, so the blows are really beginning to take their toll. He snarls, and slams his fist into Satria's throat to get him off him.

It probably helps that Don will be there soon to drag Satria off with surprising strength for such a small girl]

[ He hacks and coughs when punched in the throat, but he doesn't take too long in an effort to grab Sinclair by the throat with murderous intent in his eyes—

Then Don drags him away by the back of his collar before Satria can actually do that. Who knows what will happen between them, but Satria won't go down without an extended fight.

Meantime, Cethin finds Sinclair and Yuri and runs over to them, alarmed by the scene.

"Oi, Sinclair! You're bleeding—ugh. Yuri, help me carry him to the infirmary." ]

["Ah, young man that looks like Severine! I see you wish to continue battle, so I shall be your next oppo--" Whatever Don says next, Sinclair can't quite make out because Cethin and Yuri are getting him out of there fast. Sinclair is quiet as Yuri and Cethin help him to the infirmary, following along obediently, even if a darker part of him wants to go back and finish what had started. The nurse looks at Sinclair aghast, as he sits very meekly in the chair.

"Oh, my, I never would have expected you of all people--" She gives Cethin an order to keep an eye on him while she got out the bandages, as Sinclair holds an ice pack to the worst of his bruising]

...um. Yuri, Cethin. Thank you. I'm not sure what I would have done without you two...

[ Cethin looks off to the side for a moment. Maybe the school's first murder case would have happened if they didn't intervene?! He just sits on a stool next to where Sinclair is and tells Yuri that she can go. Someone probably needs to check up on Don... for her injuries? No. How much damage she might have caused—

"You're a real piece of work, Sinclair. You look like you got out of a gang fight."

lol ]

[Aaaaaaaa. Yuri leans over and gives Sinclair a gentle pat on the head.

"It's okay Emil. Rest up. I'm...going to make sure our fencing club's reputation isn't too tarnished after this."

She runs off to do just that, leaving Sinclair to quietly nurse his injuries as the nurse helps him clean up the blood from his face, applying some antiseptic and bandanges here and there. Sinclair pulls a face at Cethin, whatever murderous gaze he had on Satria completely gone, like it was non-existent]

...that...that's really bad huh...

[aaaaaaah, what would Beatrice think?? And Oria...

oh no]

[ Cethin raises an eyebrow. He's not helping out with the treatment, but he's keeping watch like the nurse told him to! Even though he would have done it himself without being told.

"Oreos is gonna be sooooo mad when he comes back, huh? You know when?"

Oria hates that nickname!! So that's why Cethin can only use it when Oria isn't around. ]

[Cethin, please]

...you really shouldn't use that nickname you know. [Well, Sinclair has seen the rough housing. Sinclair frowns a tiny bit, as he thinks]

He'll be back in two more days...ah, I hope he's not too mad.

[The antiseptic stings but Sinclair knows better than to squirm too much while it's applied to his face]</small.

[ "It's fiiiine. He's not here to smack me for it. You're definitely not thinking of telling him anything about this, huh? News probably traveled to Oreos about Satria Evelyn's transfer by now."

He looks a little pensive.

"That guy must have thought you were easy." ]

No, not really...who is 'Satria Evelyn'? Everyone seems to know him by name. He said...he hated me in particular, but...

[Well, the resemblance told Sinclair everything, but he didn't want to jump and make assumptions. He wanted to hear it from someone else]

...we've never met, and outside of Oria's family, my parents didn't really mingle around with [he makes a small loose gesture as if to encompass the school entirely. It's probably why the Sinclair family were easy marks]...not unless your family was also into mechanics...

[ Cethin shakes his head.

"I'm actually here on a scholarship. My family is low-middle class, so I don't have anything to do with the rich people drama stuff. My brother's a high school teacher and that's about it."

Cethin doesn't have parents either, apparently. He doesn't seem too bothered by the mention and moves on forward.

"I dunno why Satria has beef with you, but he seems to have beef with everyone who seems to be on "Oria's side". I try to avoid him when I can... I'd get my ass whooped if I don't. Not a fighter like all you guys."

Yuri doing fencing, Don being fierce in her own right, Sinclair is a hidden beast, Oria is just all kinds of "Don't Want to Mess with"... Cethin Kearn is just Normal McNormalson who has a photography hobby.

"I'll tell you later."

Since, you know. The nurse is right there. ]

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