Neku woke, feeling sore and more annoyed with the world than ever. They had used him to attack the other patients of the institute. He'd nearly strangled one, zapped a couple, blasted them...
He threw off the blankets with a quick, annoyed flick and reached for his headphones. Only they weren't on his desk. They weren't in the desk drawer. And when he raced around the room, throwing clothes right and left, they weren't anywhere else either. Where the hell were his headphones?! He could handle this whole brainwashing mess, but to take his headphones? That was simply unforgivable.
On top of that, just what was he wearing? It looked like some kind of military school reject, with the crisp uniform and sappy smiley face staring back at him from the cuff around his arm like some happy hall monitor badge.
The door opened a few moments later, giving him precious little time to try to figure out what was going on, but he did know one thing. He was pissed. Yesterday was balls, today was worse, and now there was some soldier in black giving him the evil eye like he was the one that'd just had his figurative puppy kicked. Neku crossed his arms and glared right back.
"Uniform's mandatory. That includes the hat," he said flatly, pointing at the black beret that Neku had cast aside in his search for the headphones.
"I want my headphones back," he replied behind gritted teeth.
"You'll put it on now, or you'll be doing push-ups," the man continued, not at all flustered by the miniature teenage rebellion in front of him.
Neku would've been happy to argue the point into the ground, but the fact that they had guns made it a little harder to make a valid point. So he did what any teen worth his salt would do when forced to comply with a strict dress code; he pushed every possible inch he could get away with. His shirt was tucked in, if only just. His belt was worn as loosely as possible with still serving its intended purpose.
And the hat? Oh, the hat. Even if the soldier insisted his spiky head would fit under it, it totally undermined the point of having a trendy haircut in the first place. It made his hair look like ass, all crammed under the hat, spikes poking out here and there and his headphones GONE for all he knew. Did they have any idea how much he paid for those brand NEW?
He was led like a man to execution, the static of other people already buzzing in his head as they opened the cafeteria doors. And what was waiting for him? What was this?! Cleaning duty? Oh HELL NO. He'd sooner spit on this floor than clean it. Just because he hadn't been a moron and thrown his food yesterday, why was HE stuck scrubbing floors?!
His escort pushed a bucket of soapy water at him, spilling a fair amount down his shirtfront and dropping a nasty-looking rag into the bottom before pushing him toward a spot on the floor that needed his attention. He wound up in front of a guy almost a good foot taller than he was, and much older. What was THIS GUY doing throwing food around then?! He was an adult!
Neku let out a loud and irritated sigh behind gritted teeth and made a point of scrubbing as slowly and ineffectively as humanly possible.
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He threw off the blankets with a quick, annoyed flick and reached for his headphones. Only they weren't on his desk. They weren't in the desk drawer. And when he raced around the room, throwing clothes right and left, they weren't anywhere else either. Where the hell were his headphones?! He could handle this whole brainwashing mess, but to take his headphones? That was simply unforgivable.
On top of that, just what was he wearing? It looked like some kind of military school reject, with the crisp uniform and sappy smiley face staring back at him from the cuff around his arm like some happy hall monitor badge.
The door opened a few moments later, giving him precious little time to try to figure out what was going on, but he did know one thing. He was pissed. Yesterday was balls, today was worse, and now there was some soldier in black giving him the evil eye like he was the one that'd just had his figurative puppy kicked. Neku crossed his arms and glared right back.
"Uniform's mandatory. That includes the hat," he said flatly, pointing at the black beret that Neku had cast aside in his search for the headphones.
"I want my headphones back," he replied behind gritted teeth.
"You'll put it on now, or you'll be doing push-ups," the man continued, not at all flustered by the miniature teenage rebellion in front of him.
Neku would've been happy to argue the point into the ground, but the fact that they had guns made it a little harder to make a valid point. So he did what any teen worth his salt would do when forced to comply with a strict dress code; he pushed every possible inch he could get away with. His shirt was tucked in, if only just. His belt was worn as loosely as possible with still serving its intended purpose.
And the hat? Oh, the hat. Even if the soldier insisted his spiky head would fit under it, it totally undermined the point of having a trendy haircut in the first place. It made his hair look like ass, all crammed under the hat, spikes poking out here and there and his headphones GONE for all he knew. Did they have any idea how much he paid for those brand NEW?
He was led like a man to execution, the static of other people already buzzing in his head as they opened the cafeteria doors. And what was waiting for him? What was this?! Cleaning duty? Oh HELL NO. He'd sooner spit on this floor than clean it. Just because he hadn't been a moron and thrown his food yesterday, why was HE stuck scrubbing floors?!
His escort pushed a bucket of soapy water at him, spilling a fair amount down his shirtfront and dropping a nasty-looking rag into the bottom before pushing him toward a spot on the floor that needed his attention. He wound up in front of a guy almost a good foot taller than he was, and much older. What was THIS GUY doing throwing food around then?! He was an adult!
Neku let out a loud and irritated sigh behind gritted teeth and made a point of scrubbing as slowly and ineffectively as humanly possible.