The Kingdom of Bossunia

Actually, that was a lie. Fubuki knew exactly what they’d do: get in trouble. 

But now he was just sitting around and read - 

Hang on, something was blocking his light. 

Fubuki squinted up at the sky, trying to find the offending object, ready to catch it in case it fall down, but… It was just an owl. Well. Could’ve been worse, the way Fubuki saw it. 

Actually, it did sort of get worse when a guy came stomping out from the shadows, yelling up at the bird. 

“It’s fine!” Fubuki called out to him - Bossun? - as he stood up. “It wasn’t being a bother or anything.”

“Or at least, not that much of a bother. Nothing I couldn’t read through, anyways.” 

"O...oh!! It... it's not bothering you?" The in-control and completely cool heroic exterior that Bossun held upon his entrance shattered in an instant. "Well, that.. that's..."

That just wasn't really the reaction that Bossun was expecting! And he received a bunch of different reactions over the years that he'd been doing this. Granted, even if Bossun had been expecting such a response, he still would've been unable to properly handle it. It just wasn't in his character. (Quite honestly, if his victim had been shocked or played along, he still would've flubbed around for what he had to do next.)

But he couldn't let this get to him! He was a club chief, for Pete's sake! How could he lead a group of students to help others if he couldn't even get through recruiting a single member! What a disgrace!! He cleared his throat and did his best to put back on a seriously serious look, the type that could frighten small children. 

Though no, no, he had truly argued with Apollo rather in a defensive way of his old friends. Stating that it wouldn’t be the same great team, how cruel. Which Apollo though he could dig his finger into deep wound and reopen the scars, how selfish. ❝Are you saying that no one out here, all these people crowded around us can be added into your team and be just as great?❞ Removing himself from the male to hover over him, extending a hand to all the students around. ❝That’s— that’s truly selfish. Did you know. Even saying I have no heart is quite crude because alas, I left my heart. I doubt it’s even there anymore.❞ A hand placed over his chest where the organ would be. Closing his eyes acting as if it truly pained him. In reality he didn’t care, as he leaned down to grab the male to pull him up to his feet, the God moved back a bit.

"Now, look here, you--"

And then all of a sudden, the haughty teacher was shoved and falling right towards Bossun.

"DWAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!"

“SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!! HIMEKOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

What the actual Christ. How many screamers were there at this damn school!? Unless some horny adolescent is shoving it up your coochie (Or the corn hole, if you’re into that. No judges here.) keep it the hell down! Somebody needs some inner-fucking-peace.

With a striking curiosity streak, Panty checked the scene. She was greeted by some pre-teen blubbering all over himself. Gee, what a fucking turn on. More like annoying as fuck. 

"PLEASE CEASE THIS COURSE OF ACTIO--"

Wait a second...........

No, but this couldn't really be...

No no no no. They would never become that kind of manga!! There was no wa--

Seeing a table nearby, the Sun God made his way over to take a seat right upon it. Using a chair would have been much better, but he only used it to prop his feet up without touching the ground. Flipping the page to get a beter understanding of what else was there to teach, he was startled by the abrupt yelling clouding through the halls. A few snickers made here and there and students passed by the Lounge’s door with laughter and stating that some boy was `doing too much`. Doing too much? Whatever could a human do.. so much of?

Some teachers ignored it and continued what they were doing but Apollo was curious and with that, the redhead slowly made his way out of the room wondering whatever could be causing such a scene. Sometimes, Apollo would like to make himself believe that humans could do better for themselves but how wrong he was.

The sound of embarrassment was coming from a young boy on the floor, a puddle of tears under him. Who could ever excess that amount if they weren’t Poseidon? Be it as it may, Apollo could only stare at the sight, was it dead, hopefully it was dead, but alas no, it was alive and still moving. The school couldn’t had done this to themselves and allow someone like this in. ❝Certainly you must have an excuse of why you’re causing such a panic? Oh yes, I’m speaking to you kid upon the floor as if bed of being tired. I know you can hear me.❞

To: Bossun ([email protected]) From: Bianca ([email protected]) Re: Re: Re: Comrades Wanted 

Oh! Well, either way it was a good idea, I think! I mean, I don't see how anyone could say no to such an interesting picture! (≧∇≦)/

So, uhm - tell me about your club?

Or better yet, would you like to meet up? I have a free period this afternoon! That might be easier than typing everything out over an email. 

Which do you prefer? 

Aaaaaand send! 

Whoa, this girl really fit the ~*shoujo*~ feel of this school. If Switch were here, he'd probably make some witty comment about her moe factor. Once the email got to talking about the Sket Dan things felt a little more comfortable for Bossun, or maybe his embarrassment over that dumbbutt picture was finally edging away. At the very least, he could type without making a bigger fool of himself. 

To: Bianca ([email protected]) From: Bossun ([email protected]) Re: Re: Re: Re: Comrades Wanted 

Actually I've got a period off in the afternoon, too, so we could meet? somewhere? How about the garden? 

"I'LL NEVER BECOME THE SAME AS YOU!

YOU DON'T KNOW ME!

A want ad for friends…? How cute!

Rolling onto her stomach, Bianca opened up a new email and typed in the address that the previous message had pointed her to. 

To: Bossun ([email protected]) From: Bianca ([email protected]) Re: Comrades Wanted

Hi Bossun!

Are you really looking for new friends? Or was that message a joke? Either way, you have my attention! And I'm definitely interested. (⌒▽⌒)☆

It... it was a girl replying this time. Why was this dumb blingee message getting responses? Because it had a lot of pizzazz??? Was that why? If he had Switch blingee up a campaign to get people to join the Sket Dan would that actually work? Why hadn't they done that earlier then???? The really odd part was that of the people responding to the message, none of them taunted him for it. The power of pizzazz was truly frightening... 

Oh, but he had to reply back, didn't he? Good thing this was over email; chances were if Bossun had to do this talk in person it'd be... well painfully embarrassing. 

To:  Bianca ([email protected])  From: Bossun ([email protected])  Re: Re: Comrades Wanted

SALUTATIONS BIANCA

Well, it's... you know... I am... tr...y..i...ng to make friends, but. It's like. the. poster you know w...a.s..n't... me... it was... another friend...

WAIT, NO-- the whole reason why email was better was because he didn't HAVE TO BE A BUMBLING MESS HOW DID THAT--

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: COMRADES WANTED

I’m not sorry at all, it’s awfully cute.

Just to be sure, Bossun, looked over his shoulder to the other person in the room. "U...um, are you..?"

One second, IV had snuck away to catch up on some rest, and the next thing he knew, there was someone nearby, with the silliest cover that he’d ever seen in his lifetime. And judging from V’s hair to III’s various teasets, there was a large pool for him to draw from.

“ Shit! “ 

He scooted as far away from the person as the bench would permit him to, keeping a wary eye on the disguised being, and leaning back on his hands, as he yelled at the other.

"What am I doing?" A suddenly serious look was good. This guy'll never figure out that Bossun royally screwed up just moments ago..!! "I'll tell you what I was doing!!"