Bullies in the Schoolyard
They got off at the train station, closest to school. Just after the doors to the train opened, Mason and Rosa took off. Both rushed through the station as much as possible without raising a ruckus.
At times Mason swore his sister was practicing parkour and not gymnastics with the way she moved through the crowd. At best, his method resembled a Russian icebreaker crashing through the polar ice. Mason wasn’t a small person, being taller than the average Japanese person and definitely a lot huskier than one, it gave him the weight to push his way through the throng leaving and entering the train during the morning rush.
They weren’t late but man it was gonna be close.
Outside the station, they continued their dash through the shopping district in front of the station and past the main gates of St. Lazarus Academy.
St. Lazarus Academy was an escalator school. On the same property were a pre-school, kindergarten, grade school, junior high school, high school and a university. Apparently, if a parent was so inclined, and had the bankroll for it, they child could place their child in as a pre-schooler and they could stay there until they walked out with their bachelors. An impressive thing to say the least.
The entirety of the school was only on one part of the large property owned by the Hoshino family, which were also owners of The Vigil group, a large multinational conglomerate with its hands in many different industries across the world. Mason had taken a glance with Google Maps and saw the property was comprised of a large hill with the school on one side and Vigil Group facilities on the other side. Atop the hill was the Hoshino family’s large estate. It was rumored portions of the estate had been there since the Sengoku era if not earlier. Supposedly, there were parts which were also done in a Western style as well. Some of the newer, Western-style buildings could be seen from orbit peaking out from the thick cover of trees.
All fascinating stuff on its own, but not really important now. Mason just needed to get to class.
“See ya, niichan!”
“Just stop with that!”
Mason yelled at Rosa’s back as she ran off toward the main classroom building of St. Lazarus’s Junior High School section. Her uniform skirt waved as she dashed. Thankfully she wore the uniform blazer so it kept things a bit under control as compared to the some of the sailor uniforms or other schools. If that girl wasn’t careful, she was gonna show everyone her panties.
Ugh, no way in the world he wanted to see that. He was by no means a siscon or lolicon. Then again, although several years younger, there was no way they could accuse her of being a loli. Not with that chest.
Then again, she could be an oppa loli….
UGH! No, no no! Not touching that thought process in a million years. Nope. No. Forget it.
Mason realized he had been standing in place and took off once more. He hated wearing a blazer as part of his uniform. It made him sweat, especially when he had to run. And being a larger guy he had a nasty tendency to sweat more than most of his friends. It was annoying to say the least.
The sound came to his left, from between the high school section’s classroom building and the gymnasium. There he noticed a group of guys around a smaller one. Mason knew who it was. Takamura Hiyoshi. An ordinary student, completely middle of the road as far as grades and athletics. Someone who would’ve flown below radar for the most part. Except for the fact he was short. Almost girl short. This of course made him the target of the more obnoxious characters in their class.
There were at least three others. Mason really didn’t remember their names since for the most part it didn’t matter who they were to him. They were just another trio of idiots he made a point of avoiding.
Takamura was on the ground getting punched and kicked in places where it would be hard to notice the bullying. Sometimes Takamura went to the infirmary for part of the day due to the beatings, but his bullies were a conscientious bunch, they wouldn’t do too much damage to get in trouble.
How nice of them.
Mason watched as a detached observer would. It was something which didn’t involve him. Why would he stop it? Getting caught up in it would just cause problems for him. Last thing he needed was any more attention of any kind. It was bad enough people were already pestering him about his club activities and the fact that he didn’t quite “fit in” with his appearance.
For a moment, Mason and Takamura’s eyes met. The small boy’s pain was clearly communicated in that glance. ‘Help me!’ It said.
The other guys stopped bullying Takamura and looked Mason’s way. In their eyes were what you would expect from a bunch of bullies: Contempt, malice and a host of other nasty emotions.
Emotions were such messy things. Mason really didn’t like dealing with them too much. Getting emotional meant getting closer to others. Once again, getting involved.
Nope, not for him.
Without showing any sort of expression other than his typical near frown, Mason broke eye contact with Takamura and the bullies, continuing toward his homeroom.
This wasn’t his fight. It was bad enough what happened yesterday when he involved himself. The worst part was when he walked up the hill behind the practice range the drow girl had left, but she had left behind the bodies of those goblin things. The ugly squat bodies were bleeding everywhere and damn did they smell awful. Mason had to grab a shovel from the groundskeeper shed and spent the next hour or so digging a hole to throw the damned things inside. At least he was able to dig the bullets from the bodies so he could plant them into the backstop, solidifying his excuse and shots fired report.
After all said and done it wasn’t unit the late evening when he got back. His normally straight-back combed black hair had curled and were filled with twigs an leaves. He had to lie to his parents and told them he had fallen down while getting something from the shooting club’s storage area near the practice range. Mason hated it when his hair would go outta control and look like almost like a curly afro. He always kept it short and combed it back to keep that from happening, but that day he had needed to get his haircut.
Either way, it was a lovely object lesson why you shouldn’t lend a helping hand. It just ends up getting caught between the jaws of whatever problem happened by.
He sighed, seeing his normally stern expression lighten a bit as he walked by windows of the outside building. Sometimes Mason wished his face would have a better resting position, but whenever he let his face relax, it would end up looking like a scowl. It didn’t help his eyes were narrow and pupils near black in color. During some of his nastier grade school experiences, some kids would tease him about being mad all the time. In fact, people would always ask him if “something was wrong” or “are you mad?” The ironic thing was usually by asking the question, most people would put him in a bad mood and that annoyance would grow into irritation and then eventually lead down the path to being angry with something.
Thankfully though, Mason had a good grasp of his emotions and just aim to keep his face as neutral as he could, but he still wasn’t too good at hiding his irritation apparently.
He sighed again. At least he wouldn’t be late. Couldn’t say the same for Takamura though.