[center][h3]Zephyr Quix[/h3]
[b]Main Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTJziwsA2jA]Psycho Motion[/url][/b]
[b]Current Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gzdo70Skk4]Lost One’s Weeping[/url][/b]

[hider=A cry leaks out from the wounds in my heart - mayday!][img]http://i.imgur.com/XyShxsj.jpg?1[/img][/hider][/center]

As soon as he stepped into the classroom close behind the blonde, the student already picked up an antagonistic vibe drowning everybody in the room.  It was, unsurprisingly, their teacher.  She also seemed to machine-gun words, albeit monotonously, the teacher who he later found out to be Izumi-sensei didn’t even take a breather between issuing orders and exercising prowess upon her disciples.  Zephyr scanned across the room and scrutinized the current state of his classmates.  One was currently holding up a keg filled with what he presumed to be water, another sat next to ropes and bindings, while a girl who seemed to be on the younger side of the spectrum.  But the last one’s wording definitely caught him by surprise, he instantly attributed her with an archetype and found himself slowly inching behind Amy, then fell into a cower as if to take cover from his imminent demise.  

[color=#FF004F][i]OTAKU'S GUIDEBOOK RULE #101: NEVER FUCK WITH A YANDERE!  [b]ESPECIALLY[/b] AN IMOUTO YANDERE!”[/i][/color]  

The supposed yandere just added fuel to the fire by suddenly producing a scythe, as if it was a mundane activity for her, which in all honesty probably was.  Amy then proceeded to nonchalantly take a seat, but then found herself restrained and blindfolded.  [color=#FF004F][i]”...Yandere imouto and crazy sensei.  I’m not going to make it through this class alive.”[/i][/color] Zephyr realized his hand was subconsciously moving towards the pocket inside his shirt, which tightly held the pistol against his chest.  He stopped the hand midway and chimed in, [color=#FF004F]”Zephyr Quix, checking in…”[/color] Though his announcement seemed to be drowned out by the teacher’s booming voice.  Izumi held out her chest and began to circle around her pupils, much like a shark revolving around its prey, about to strike.  

Her justification for their “lesson” was a bit adequate, to be frank.  It was an essential for an assassin to have countermeasures in the case he or she is captured.  The always ebullient young lad made a scowl for the first time in a while.  This was equally unjust as it was warranted.  Even though he arrived at the same time as Amy, he barely evaded punishment merely because he entered the room second.  The boy was caught between a schism.  It was obvious, given the amount of students within the class, that he was the one given the role to torture his recently befriended classmate.  He didn’t want to hurt the girl in any way, but at the same time, he didn’t want another person who may let the girl suffer even a second longer to take on the task.  

Zephyr narrowed his eyes at the keg suddenly thrust into his hands.  The boy let out a sighed as he made his way over to the girl, completely defenseless from unseeable world threw at her.  He set down the container and took a knee next to the girl’s desk, getting on ear level with her.  [color=#FF004F]”I think you got all of that… right?  Listen.  Take a deep breath, like you’re about to go for a long, long, long dive.  It may be only twenty seconds, but trust me, it’s going to feel like a millennium, so take in as much air as you can.”[/color] One of the black class members proceeded to recline her seat, then leveled her legs to get her into the proper form.  

[color=#FF004F]”Now, you’re going to feel like you’re drowning.  I really don’t want to do this, but I think this would be a learning experience.  Just, promise me when I’m punished, which will probably be a lot, you’ll always be there as my arbiter.”[/color]  The boy picked up the keg, awaiting for the Izumi-sensei to give the go-ahead.