ITS TAKA TIME FOLKS!!

i love taka sm 

also i might be less active bc im going on holiday tomorrow!!!

also can i mention this is over 2000 words?? im so proud of myself

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Mondo walks and walks and walks. Walks past classrooms and all the other bullshit the school has.

He would run, but he doesn't exactly want to. Not because its 'AgAinsT ThE RulES', but because he doesn't want any more detention.

 He already has a week's detention, stopping him from biking with his gang, so he isn't exactly feeling peachy about this. Especially when some of his older members will baby him 'teasingly'. Like, shut up. I can and will beat you into a pulp, Garry. Your kind is dying off anyway. Nobody's called Garry anymore.

Nobody even takes him seriously, they forget he is Mondo fuckin' Owada, the ULTIMATE biker gang leader, he ain't some nobody... He is strong, not some kid the older gang leaders gotta take care of... Even fuckin' Takemichi teases him, and he looks like he's 12... Ha, hypocrite. 

Just cus he goes to some snobby rich kid school that apparently sets you for life, (he ignores the fact he likes this school, that he kinda does want to have a better life.) doesn't mean he's suddenly some goodie-two-shoes loser.

He mopes about his life and all the decisions leading up to this before someone comes up to him. He originally just planned on side-stepping them and telling them to fuck off, but he doesn't. And no, it is not because Hiro literally can take up the whole hallway with their mere presence, he just didn't feel like it.

Uh huh. Definitely.

"Hey Mondo! Total coincidence we ran into each other... aha..."

They definitely need something.

Mondo slouches just a little more (if he slouched any further Leon would call him 'the hunchback of Hopes Peak'... Mondo does not want that).

"What do ya want?"

Hiros sweat runs down their face.

"Well, a little birdie told me you got detention..." Hiro tries to look nonchalant, but clearly, they have a purpose to this conversation then just weird small talk.

Mondo looks at them, clearly just wants Hiro to get to the damn point.

"So, uh... I guess you heard the rumour about that kid who died in the detention room? Yeah... I was hoping you'd do me a favour, maybe...?"

Fucking- he's done enough favours, thank you very much. Though Hiro does always return the favour.. The fuck do they want, that's about the guy?

"Fine. Whatdya want?"

Hiro lights up like a damn Christmas tree.

"Hell yeah, man! I owe you! So... what I wanted was for you to maybe see if the ghosts real? You don't have to do anything else!! Just... confirm or deny its existence??"

Can't they do that shit themselves??

"And! No, I can't do it myself!! So far, I have a good school record, I can't fuck that up! Plus, I just wanna know so that I can stay as far away as possible. Ghosts and shit are freaky, man!"

There's the classic Hiro. Too fucking scared to do it themself. At least they owe me a favour now though...

"Sure. Why not."

They practically jump in the air and merrily skip away as the acceptance. 

"Thank you, dude!!"

And finally, they fuck off.

Mondo continues his walk down to the worst place ever.

Walk, walk, walk, walk some more, you guessed it! Walk!

He grumbles as he slows to a stop. To his right, a door with a sign 'Detention Room' on it. To his left, some bathrooms he couldn't give a shit about. Hah, give a 'shit'.

...

I'm so immature.

... anyway.

He opens the door only to find the room empty. The chairs are all perfectly aligned, slowly gathering dust, a teachers chair in the front, with textbooks and a Geography book opened in the middle. The abomination of a wallpaper circling the room, an eyesore for all to see. Posters on statistics in 'troubled' teens and words of 'encouragement', like 'tell a teacher if somethings going on!'. Hah, as if they would care.

They only care about the special students anyway, even the selection of special kids they care about is slim... The reserve course clearly isn't cared about, non-academic talents are given a 'that must suck, lmao'. They only really care about the-

Nope. Not going down that railroad.

Strangely, there's no writing on the board. The board has leftover chalk stains from previous use, sure, but no recent strokes of 'Detention!' or the rules for it.

Now, where the fuck is Siirto??

Looking at the clock, Mondo realizes he's on time. Not a minute late. Mondo is never early; he blames the fact his friends shooed him off at the convenient time it takes to get here.

Siirto is always ten minutes early.

Always.

No exception. Ever since they started school, if you enter on time, Siirto will be there, already jotting down notes for the day.

As Mondo walks around the room, he notes down in his head: Siirtos backpack is here, a boring dark blue with black stripes around the edges, and open. His geography book is open on the teacher's desk, specifically about ice glaciers (Mondo suddenly remembers that the homework's due tomorrow) with other books (and chalk) on the side.

It's almost... too convenient.

Siirtos gone, the chalk is on the desk, and Mondo knows how to write and say 'Ishimaru' three times. 

You know what? Fuck it. He's gonna try this stupid shit out and finally get Leon and Hina to stop talking about it. Like sheesh... I swear they have a crush on the guy. Kinda weird how obsessed they are over a dead dude... I can't really judge, though, since I'm doing this shit.

He walks up to the desk, grabbing the worn chalk and writes down 'Ishimaru' once, then knocked on the chalkboard.

He looks around for a moment, maybe he was expecting Siirto to pop out from under a chair and go 'Halt!' Or some other stupid shit... maybe he just wanted to make sure the ghost wasn't watching him. I swear I sound like Hiro...

No changes, obviously.

He writes it down again, just below the other one. Another knock.

He ignores the feeling of a sudden chill, ignores how the lighting dims, from clouds going overhead, ignores the pit in his stomach saying "yo, this is NOT a good idea.".

He writes 'Ishimaru' a final third time, underlining it as if that was going to make any difference.

And does the final knock.

He steps back and admires his handiwork.

Mondo knows his handwriting is shit, he can hardly read it himself. He made sure to do each letter carefully, apparently so the ghost could read it and go 'ah shit it's my time to shine!!'.

Now, the actual final phrase.

"Ishimaru, are you there? I wish to be your friend."

Now hopefully, he can prove its either it's real or not...

However, as he looks upon the room, expecting some nerdy jump-scare, it's all silent. The same as it was a second ago.

He is almost disappointed.

Almost.

"Uh. Hello there."

He jumps with a start, swinging his head towards the source of the voice, which turns out to be right next to the writing on the chalk board. Aka, behind him.

Then, Mondo spots him.

A taller than average (yet still slightly smaller than Mondo) man. He has short, spiky black hair (Mondo wonders if it pricks when touched, like a sewing needle), incredibly long and thick eyebrows, and the most intense red eyes Mondo has ever seen. His eyes have almost pink rings, slowly stepping into his black pupils.

He is clearly trying to look confident, or maybe scary, but he seems very nervous. Avoiding eye contact, and such.

He has the regular school's uniform on, though it seems more outdated... Mondo remembers seeing old school photos of kids with that uniform on. They were also from Hopes Peak, apparently the first to win an award for the Academy.

Though as he looks closer, and notices pink staining his clothing, and bruises on his face. His left leg looks almost broken, he looks like he should limp, but is standing straighter than Mondo could ever dream to be... 

Are those leeches on his arm?

He even notices a stab wound on the boy's left abdomen... His hair is messy, his tie tightened so tight that if he was alive, it would probably be choking him...

Wait...

If he was alive?

Now, any logical person would begin to run away screaming at the sight of a dead corpse (or ghost?), but this is Mondo.

Mondo always chooses fight, not flight. Ya know, like a fucking dumbass.

In his spur of panic, specifically 'OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT IM GONNA FUCKING DIE' panic, he rushes forwards in an attempt to rugby tackle this ghost.

The ghost flinches, protecting his face with his arms, as Mondo runs and falls through him. In, a flash, Mondos suddenly aiming for his waist to take him down. As Mondo lands on his face, he quickly flips onto his back and backs away.

Backs away from absolutely nothing.

"Wh- where the fuck did he..?"

Looking around, he can't find this ghost anywhere. He slowly stands up, pacing the room.

What. The. Fuck.

I summoned some dead guy that's apparently REAL?? Tried to tackle the bastard, which probably wasn't the best fucking move, and suddenly he's gone?

He looks over the room once more.

He tripped a chair on the way down, so he puts it back up as if the ghost would return if he did.

Slowly wiping of the 'Ishimarus', he decides he is probably on some weird fuckin' drugs right now.

Right as Siirto walks in.

"Apologies for my tardiness."

He sees Mondo by the chalkboard, and immediately begins to accuse him of random things. Ya know, like Siirto does.

"What are you doing? Trying to write some obscene words on the chalkboard!?"

Mondo suddenly forgets everything about this freaky ass ghost and is now pissed. Can't the guy just, I dunno, fuck off???

"No."

Mondo stomps over to his seat. He's been to detention so often, everyone knows which seat Mondo always sits in. Siirto hates it.

Siirto huffs before writing 'detention!!' and the rules on the board.

Don't talk.. Don't go on your phone.. Do homework if its overdue.. Hope to die..

Mondo gets out his homework, knowing by now that if he doesn't, Siirto will bother him the entire hour.

Looking at the math problem, he draws blank.

'What is 24 hours divided into the ratio 3 : 4 : 5?'

Answer: Mondo doesn't fucking know. Last I remember they were doing comprehending quantities or some shit.

"Its 6 hours : 8 hours : 10 hours.. If I did the math correctly." A oddly familiar voice sounds from behind him.

Shit.

Mondo freezes. Slowly looking behind him.

Looking over his shoulder, oddly close for someone who flinched as some guy tried to rugby tackle him, is the fucking ghost.

He jumps, nearly falling of his chair, and the ghost moves back as well, startled.

"What are you doing, Owada? There's nothing to be jumping about!"

Right. Of course Siirto is here still..

"There was a fuckin' fly in my ear.." He makes the lie up on the spot, waving his hand by his ear to really sell the deal. The ghost seems insulted to be referred to as a fly.

Siirto scoffs.

"Language."

No comeback to that, huh Mr. Tightass?

Wait.. How the fuck has he not noticed the ghost staring me down???

"He can't see me." The ghost (Mondo is gonna need their name soon he can't keep calling him the fucking ghost-) phases through Mondo (he's walking backwards like an expert, some Tow Mater acting ass..) as he says that, pointing at Siirto.

He's making eye contact, but its off, like he's actually just staring at the bridge of Mondo's nose.

That was fucking cold... Him going through me like that, damn. He also reads minds?? Apparently??

Mondo ignores him, trying to cope with the fact a fucking ghost is in front of him.

".. Are you going to write the answer down?" He tilts his head, clearly trying to act normal, forcing eye contact but still fiddling with a sleeve.

He stares at the sheet of questions a moment more, before relenting and writing the answer down.

The ghost stays quiet for the most part as Mondo waits for detention to be over. Occasionally whispering (or his version of it, sheesh he's loud-) math help as he leans on the desk like a teacher..

Time seemed to fly with this new ghost dudes help, and before he knew it, Siirto was pushing him out the door. The ghost just watching from his spot.

"I know more then anyone you have studying and homework to do, so go!"

Mondo grumbles, flipping him the bird as he leaves (he doesn't snort at the gasp Siirto lets out, no one will make him admit it.)

He hears pitter patters of boots clomping as they run up to him, and decides to ignore it. Nobody wears clompy boots here.. Except Tanaka, but he's at home taking care of a flying-squirrel-fuck...

"Hey! Stop walking, I need to speak to you!"

It's the fucking ghost guy... Only Tanaka and Ghost-Man wear clompy boots. Can't Mondo just convince himself he's on shrooms and go to his dorm in peace?

Quickly looking around to check if anyone is in the hallway- luckily there isn't- before turning around and facing the guy.

"I know we got off to a bad start, but you were the one to summon me. So... I'm Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Detention Ghost!" He brings his hand out for a handshake.

God, Mondo needs a nap..

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