For some reason, John felt worse than when he was beaten up. There was this sense of guilt accompanied by regret. On his way back to the Oro dorm, he noticed a small group of boys surrounding something or someone. Curious as to what was going on, he decided to stray from his path and check it out.
"Lil shit…" he heard one of the boys complain as he made a kicking action. Worried about the person getting beaten up, John rushed this time, pushing past the boys and entering the circle. In the middle, he saw someone he didn't think he would ever see again, It was Judas Barker, the same one Dio called a runaway emo.
'Ah…' It wasn't too difficult for John to see why or how Judas had ended up in such a situation.
"Who the fuck is this guy?" one of the boys pushed away finally snapped back to what they were doing, "What do you think you're doing?"
'Well shit….' John thought to himself before nervously turning around. He had a cast on his arm, surely there was no way they would hurt him, right?
Wrong. Before he could completely turn around, a foot crashed into his solar plexus, sending him tumbling back. Fortunately, the power behind it was nothing compared to what he had faced so far.
"Ergh…" John groaned as he stood up. The next thing he did was offer a hand to Judas, who was bleeding and dazed about what was happening. "If you guys are done…can we leave..?" he asked with a sad smile and eyes that seemed deep and lonely.
Words were said to be powerful. Capable of changing the opinions of the masses, when used correctly, words could be the strongest resource. Unfortunately, they are wasted on a certain set of people. Most commonly being those who don't understand the words or refuse to understand.
"Eh? You want to leave? Hmmmm.." It was the same one who just kicked John. He had blond bleached hair that was combed back neatly. It was clear and obvious to everyone that he used an excessive amount of hair gel. "Nope.." He smiled and enjoyed the thought of hurting them further.
"Then please let him pass," John stood determined and sure. His eyes brimming with lost grit, he wanted to protect Judas, he had to.
"And if I say no?" Blond used his middle finger to poke into his lips.
"Please…" John bowed down completely, he was desperate to settle things peacefully. Sometimes, there existed people who hurt others for the sake of it. This was the kind of people with whom negotiations were the most difficult.
"PUahahahhaha," Blond, along with the rest of the group, burst out laughing. The next second, his hand went flying straight into John's stomach, right under where his foot had previously struck him.
His punch caused John to run out of breath entirely, leaving the poor, recovering John to fall to his knees as tears formed in his eyes. "Please…" he clenched his jaw and asked again, this time the pain causing his tone to seem enraged.
"Or what?" he shot a tiny wind sphere into Judas's stomach, almost knocking him unconscious.
"Or…..or else…" John looked around nervously, he didn't really know what options he had left other than to fight. But that was antithetical to how he was. "Yea…." He stood up firm and clenched his fists. His entire body trembled as nervousness overwhelmed his insides.
'Etched into your very existence….' John's head shot back quickly, but there was nobody, just a nearly passed out Judas. In that split second that his attention was diverted, Blond took the opportunity to sucker punch him in the face. Some of the other boys now moved towards Judas.
Completely caught off guard by the voice, John pushed it away and tried to stop the others from closing in on Judas. He ignored Blond and focused on the others. Naturally, to a punk like Blond, this was seen as an act of provocation.
"Stop…" John muttered as he weakly swung his arm in front of those approaching Judas. This time, Blond wasn't playing around; he appeared to John's side and lifted the latter by grabbing his face. "Or what fucker?" he pronounced each word slowly and clearly.
"Or you die…" a voice accompanied by an insane amount of pressure resounded, the two surrounded instinctively knew who this way. Only one person their age had this much mana within them.
The group of boys stood extremely still, fearing to move a single muscle or even their eyes. A flash of gray and red blitzed past them as Dio now stood next to Blond with his hand on his shoulder. "Fuck off…" his eyes were glowing as his hands gripped the punks shoulder tighter.
For Blond, it almost felt as if Dio's hands would leave a permanent impression on his very bones. His knees lost any strength they had; however, at this moment, his animal-like instincts kicked in, and he automatically retaliated by taking a swing at Dio.
They were in a rather isolated part of campus; it was closest to the Oro dorm, which could explain their audacity in committing such acts. It was a foolish decision, but Dio expected it to be bigger than this.
*BOOOOOOOOOOM*
"As expected…" Once the dust from the shockwave settled, Dio finally could clearly see who was standing in front of him. He donned a similar colored robe as him, indicating that he was from the House of Oro as well.
"You can forgive my sweet juniors this one time right?" a figure replied in a cocky voice. He gripped Dio's fist, and behind him was Blond, cowering with his hands over his head.
Dio had a menacing smile on his face. It was his turn now, and the only thing in his path was this newcomer who was apparently a senior. But how did that matter? Dio was the last person to care about such things.
"Or what..?"