"Listen up people; I would like to make a confession, anybody up to take notes?" Haru groaned out drowsily as he rolled over on his bed or rather in Zenji's bed. Who cared anyways? Well the nerdy boy did care, but then who cared about his opinion? "I hate the morning sun. It's like I am being c**k-blocked by the sun, in a different way but it still totally sucks!"
"Me too, bro!" Shoji muttered groggily from the floor.
The somewhat limited dwellers of Polar Star Dorm, excluding Soma and Isshiki, were scattered across the room as the morning light streamed straight through the windows, forewarning the sluggish dorm-mates to the beginning of a new day.
Ordinarily, nights in the dorm were bubbly and full of elation, but the inclusion of the eccentric blond who appeared like an uncontainable bundle of joy and mischief, they had truly acquired a sample of what it truly meant to let loose, throw away all inhibitions to the winds and have fun.
Haru had introduced himself to the tenants in his own exceptional way last night and imparted his teachings and righteous philosophies onto their ignorant souls. He had glued Shoji and Daigo together to halt their never-ending disputes, compelling them to watch while they ate dinner and then bribing them to somewhat control themselves in front of him.
His other prodigious accomplishment had been in direct relation to Megumi's issues of self-confidence. Since the little oddball seemed so obsessed with writing the word "Man" on her palm, he had grabbed a permanent marker and written the word in bold letters to deal with the issue.
Needless to say, Megumi had been grateful!
Zenji had been the most surprising of all the residents. The nerdy boy had gone catatonic after witnessing him heroically kick the door to his room. I mean come on! His reputation had been on the line. Had he not made that kind of spectacular entrance, nobody would have taken him seriously.
Still, the nerdy boy's attempt at choking the life out of him had been entirely unexpected and unnecessary. He would have repaired the door… probably… ok maybe he wouldn't have but still his reaction was unnecessary.
Nevertheless, he felt kind of bad for "accidently" finger blasting his ass out of the room after the aforementioned murder attempt. I mean it was not his fault that the boy bent low right in front of him while picking a dropped book from the floor. He was a Ninja which meant he was always prepared for every situation and acted in a moment's notice.
Though he really should have used a lighter version of the "Hidden Leaf Village Secret Technique: Thousand Years of Death" on the boy. When all was said and done, Shoji and Daigo had practically begged him to release them and promised that they would behave.
He would have loved to solve the problems of the other dorm-mates, but they had "politely" refused his help. How rude!
Even his purple haired babe had refused his help which was a severe blow to his perverted pride, though he had "encouraged" her to give him a smooch on the cheeks as compensation. He was Thee Main Man, dammit!
All night long, the dorm residents had shown their respective areas of expertise by cooking their special foods and presenting them to each other. He had to admit, Shun's smoked cheese and bacon had been absolutely heavenly.
In fact, each and every single one of the dorm residents seemed exceptionally skilled when it came to cooking. However, in his humble opinion, nothing even came close to the hand-made sake his babe had prepared for them.
Maybe it was his hormones talking, but damn did that cutie know how to make sake in style! He was starting to love her even more!
Perhaps it had been the sake in their system, but all residents had let loose and started to have some real fun. Hurling insults at each other, making faces and his personal favorite, the fondling. Could anyone really blame him for shamelessly groping the purple haired babe which she had been wearing such clothes.
Wearing a black V-neck shirt to reveal a sinful amount of cleavage to his equally sinful eyes, an ashen jacket and light blue jeans to hug her well-developed hips and long legs? She had been practically begging him to grope her!
Though, he had noticed that only he had been doing the groping, which was weird and disturbing. I mean, weren't those dudes tempted? Then again, maybe they knew he would "politely" remove their hands should they even think about touching Ryoko.
In the end, the stressing day of school had caught up to them and all of the drunken residents had nodded off, leaving only him, Soma and the bizarrely stark-naked Isshiki. The two had proceeded to have a cook off, so to speak, to test each other's cooking prowess and he had been the judge.
The end result of the cooking was entirely irrelevant and inconsequential, however what the apron obsessed man had revealed was certainly interesting. An authoritative society made of ten students with unlimited resources and enough power to rival the power of the Director? That was a disaster waiting to happen!
Apparently, Isshiki was a part of this mysterious group and ranked as the 7th member.
If these so called Elite Ten were willing to accept a guy who had some serious issues with being clothed, then he sure as hell would barge right in there and demand a seat, preferably the first seat. Haru Uzumaki would not be satisfied with anything less!
The only problem was that Isshiki was not telling him where they usually held board meetings … which was insulting.
Feeling something exceedingly supple and substantial collided with his head and found refuge upon his skull, Haru groaned miserably and raised his hand to slap the offending hand or whatever it was, away. The moment his hand touched the soft object, he felt something different.
It was too soft and squashy to be a hand or head for that matter. Seeing as he had no answer regarding the mysterious organ, Haru's sleepy mind decided that an experimental squeeze was in order to find out.
His eyes snapped open when his calloused hand cupped the offending organ and heard a sound he was intimately familiar with since he had heard them quite a lot and had been the cause of said sounds. It was a soft moan!
Rubbing his eyes with his other hand; Haru yawned lightly and raised his eyes to look at the organ, letting out a perverted giggle as he saw a scene both adorable and provocative at the same time.
A cutely sleeping Ryoko had wrapped her hands around his neck and mashed his head right into her heaving bosom, while halfway lying atop his body since one of her jean-clad legs was strewn across his abdomen.
Sighing in perverted content, Haru grinned widely and pushed his head even further into the supple mounds of flesh before turning around to the now perfectly awakened and gaping residents.
Shoji, Daigo, Yuki, Zenji and even the normally monotonous Shun was openly gaping at him for his daring move as he shamelessly held the sleeping purplette and caressed her back in a soothing manner, head perversely mashed against her bosom.
"Me and my Cupcake are gonna sleep like a bunch of clueless babies." His perverted grin vanished and a dark, intensely evil aura surrounded his lying form as he gazed at them. "If any one of you morons woke us up, well… let's just say that Snake Bastard will be very jealous when I am done with ya."
The five residents didn't know who and what the hell was "Snake Bastard", but judging from the name of this person or thing, it didn't provide a pleasant picture for them, especially when the word "Snake" was mentioned.