By: Inuki **Ookami**

 

3

It was no surprise to Mitsuhiro when his roommate came storming into the double bedroom. He knew that his roommate was actually even more angry than usual at his behavior lately. That was the point though. Now that he doing full piloting he didn't need to learn basic sciences anymore, and therefore was no longer able to bother his science teacher. In fact, he enjoyed the piloting class, but found it somewhat too easy. He had the second highest mark in all of the three full piloting classes. That meant that there was only one person who was a better, quicker, stronger, faster pilot than himself. He believe that it was a conspiracy though, that the teachers posted a fake ID number with a fake one hundred percent because they couldn't let a poor, "uncultured" slob like him get the highest mark in one of their classes. He never even had to work, it all seemed to come so naturally to him, like a game. Anyhow, in the end he didn't have a teacher to annoy, so he found it entertaining to annoy his new roommate, the engineer. The normally pale boy ripped the door open with his tiny frail fingers, his face bright red in anger. He held a smashed trinket in his right hand. Mitsuhiro had spent a very long time finding something that he could break that would anger the boy, yet not something so valuable that it couldn't be replaced easily, and that he would get into serious trouble for. He wanted something that would really drive his roommate nuts. This had done the trick. He congratulated himself silently for a good job done.

"You broke it!" the boy's words quivered as if he were about to break down into tears. He glared at Mitsuhiro, who sat on his own bed, arms folded. He gave a fake surprised look, as if to pretend he knew nothing about the broken device in his roommate's hand.
"Broke what?" he gave an innocent grin, flashing a thin smile casually. The other boy fell to the ground, collapsing onto his knees. He put a frustrated hand in his hair and pulled as hard as he could with his left hand. The device shattered in his right hand as he had put far too much pressure on the hand holding the rather small metal device which consisted of a whole bunch of pins and a sheet of glass in front of them to protect them from breaking. The pins were all cut and bent and broken inside, something that could only be done with pliers, if it had dropped the glass would have broken, then the pins and things would have broken. He let out a scream of anguish and an anger far beyond anything that this boy had even done before. He knew at that moment that Mitsuhiro's pranks were going way too far. Something had to be done about this. Glass had shattered from the already broken device and cut into his hand. Blood surged from the open cuts, down the boy's hand. He dropped the device with a heavy sigh. He lowered his head as tears trickled down his face . He stood up, then turned and ran to the bathroom. He locked the bathroom door behind him. Mitsuhiro gave a bit of a smirk, and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

When he woke up eight hours later he found that his roommate had apparently woke up even earlier than himself, yet they had both gone to sleep late! His roommate had gone to sleep even later than him! It was seven o' clock in the morning, and judging by the look of things his roommate hadn't been in the room for at least an hour or so, if not more. He yawned and began to get out of bed, to head into the bathroom and change clothes, when the door opened. His roommate proudly entered the room holding a very official looking document up to Mitsuhiro.
" It's official, I spent all morning with the Head Instructor, (the principal of course) and I complained about you! You are being moved to another room, you may as well pack your things, a messenger boy will come here before this afternoon to tell you where your new room is located. It'll be in this building I expect, you'll most likely be moved into the Loner Room. I expect you'll be out of this room by the end of today. Don't try to do anything about it, these matters are far beyond you now. And you may as well say good-bye to me now, and say how sorry you are for everything you have done to me, because I'm not going to be around until later tonight. I have to go to the nurse to have my hand fixed up properly, and then I have to go buy a new mother-board." Even his nerdy engineer roommate knew what the Loner Room was? What was this world coming to? The Loner Room was the room which one person was placed into because there weren't the same amount of engineers as pilots or the opposite. Normally there were more engineers, as being a pilot required skill, technique, and was very dangerous. Because of this there were allot of double rooms with two pilots. The institute wouldn't bother to waste two boy's time by switching him with another pilot, no, they would shove him in with the other boy who happened to be the left-behind, the social reject. He snickered at the thought of his own roommate in the Loner Room. That suited the boy. Now he would be put in a room with one of those silent zombie nerd pilots. One of the ones that can't fly if their life depended on it, one of those incredibly stupid ones! His parents probably were brother and sister. Or even worse, he could be put in a room with a girl pilot! The girl pilots were disgusting! They were all brainless little twerps who spent their whole time twisting their hair around their fingers, they weren't even very good-looking, most of them were about as beautiful as a pig rolling in mud. Oh well, at least he'd have fun annoying them!

Mitsuhiro didn't even begin to pack any of his things. He dreaded going into a room with someone even more annoying than his current roommate. He gave a very quick shrug and slowly yawned as he clambered off of the bed. His roommate glared at him, and then turned away, dropping the document in disgust at Mitsuhiro. Then the boy turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Mitsuhiro got up and walked towards the document. He took the document in two hands and shredded the disgusting thing in half, right down the center. Then he took those two pieces, and put one behind the other. He then proceeded to tear two pieces of the document in half. They shredded easily, and he dropped the four pieces onto the ground, they fluttered under a cabinet, vanishing into it's darkness.

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