chasing paradise

✡— Soon enough, the bell had rang for lunch period. However, due to the teacher desiring specifically him to organize some classroom assignments and such, he’d been the last to leave the room, along with being late for lunch. 

His tall figure strolled down the hall, a neatly wrapped light blue bento box contained in his hand as the tie on it supported the entire thing from cascading to the ground. His steps echoed down the fairly empty hall, rounding the corner as his eyes fell upon a couple of individuals to whom he were fairly accustomed to. He could have sworn he told her to beware of them.

Confidently he sauntered up to the group of oppressors, peeking vaguely visibly from the center of them contained the female figure from his earlier class. His hand rest upon the closest males shoulder, yanking the figure aside as the entire group of males bored their eyes into him, prepared to tyrannize him before they perceived his identity. 

His raven hues peered into their own, a dominant appearance setting to his features as his intimidating expression forced the others to back off.

❝ You should know better than to corner a female. Especially with others lurking around. ❞ 

He called, taking the female by the arm as he slung his arm over her shoulder, propelling her forwards as the two strolled down the hall, opposite from the cafeteria. 

❝ Seems like you don’t heed others warnings.❞ 

The two round the corner, the Uchiha’s arm removing from the females build as they gradually moved farther & farther from the cafeteria. After what had happened, it wouldn’t have been a good idea to enter the cafeteria with the figures lingering around. Especially since it would likely cause others to not desire becoming her friend.

             『 ☾ 』・・・ As they bombarded her with what she assumed were insults--she just began to think back on when this used to be a normality. Her gaze had shifted down toward her feet and her lip was beginning to quiver--that was until she heard a break in their rambling with--a yank on fabric? Before she could even comprehend what was happening she heard a deep, cold voice and knew exactly who was behind her. This wasn’t going to look good for her.

                 As he pulled her aside she took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. This was just like when she was a kid only--there was a slight break in the trauma. He was making the assumption that she hadn’t listened. “W--Well I.. y--you see..” They had been able to spot her from a mile away. They were right by the door, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice in avoiding them. The embarrassment building up was beginning to get really overwhelming really fast, this made apparent by the tears building up and the sounds of her sniffling.

royalty au starters. | x. | not accepting.

          With a clearing of their throat, the servant stood by the doorway of the Royal’s room. They’ve slipped from her view not too long ago, to go speak with the King in regards to the promise he had made to his daughter. ( o’ how convenient it was that such an oath never reached the butler’s ears. ) While it could surely be unsightly to see a Princess being so fussy ( whilst still picking out what to wear ), the servant had long since sworn to uphold her image — so this would be unspoken of to anyone.

✡— The similar voice once again discharged from the unaccustomed individual, an untypical tune along with several moments of stuttering. His eyes lingered upon her a moment more, optics narrowed as his raven hues glinted, observing her features before turning back around. Was that really all she wanted? 

❝ Whatever.❞  

He called upon gyrating his figure to the previous position he’d been in, hands returning just before his features as he dropped the breif greeting as if it had never happened. 

After some time, his raven hues lingered over his shoulder towards the female, figure trembling as her head had lowered in mortification. Eyes returning to view the front chalk board, he called towards her once again, 

❝ You’re a foreigner, correct?❞

❝ I’ll give you this piece of advice, don’t get involved with the individuals hanging around the corner to the cafeteria.❞ 

He hadn’t given her the advice to be kind, more as a warning if she preferred to not be bullied. 

The individuals who lingered upon the specific corner were known to bully others, though mainly one’s who’d most recently transferred due to them not knowing how to deal with the situation, as well as being most vulnerable. 

With this last warning, teacher strolled into class, beginning class as the scholars stood to greet their educator. 

            『 ☾ 』・・・ Well, so much for being treated kindly. Maybe someone else would speak with her-- though that’s unlikely. No one would of their own accord, after all the only thing she has going for her is that she’s a foreigner. “...Natürlich...” Of course no one would actually want to speak with her. She should have expected as much, though plenty of people were staring which only seemed to make her feel worse. As her gaze shifted downward towards her notepad she heaved a heavy sigh. If her own parents left her here in Japan then why would anyone here (other than Mikado) care about her?

                 That’s when she heard the boy before her begin to speak. Avoid the people in the corner of the cafeteria. Why? Were they bullies? Did they steal things? He was very vague with his warning but she decided to take it into account anyway. With a nod she’s smiling a bit nervously. “Thank you.. v--ery much.” And that’s when their teacher walked in and began the day for them.

                  After what felt like an eternity, it was finally time for her class to eat lunch. “..Thank goodness. Finally I can eat.” Unfortunately, upon entering the cafeteria, --she happened to wander right into the group that she had been told to avoid. It wasn’t like she was aiming right for them, they just happened to see her and decided to swarm around her. 

                  They were speaking entirely too fast for her to really grasp anything more than ‘foreigner’ and ‘small’ and ‘stupid.’ Likely they were saying how stupid she was for stepping too far to the right. One was beginning to get close and it had her nervous. “P---Please... j--just leave.” She doesn’t know how to say ‘leave me alone,’ so that probably was only going to sound rude and make them even angrier.