It wasn't as if Mikami had never been laughed at... far from it, although the glitter was certainly a new touch. All throughout his early years of schooling, he had been beaten and humiliated a countless number of times, mercilessly teased about his hair and glasses and of course, his twisted morals and inability to mind his own business. He was assaulted with and without reason, tied up and left that way for hours at a time (sometimes with people still in the room, who would end up either simply ignoring him or continuing the abuse)... several times, a few of the more spiteful students had stripped him or strung him up in a tree for all to see after classes had ended. It wasn't until after high school that the physical abuse came to any sort of stop.
And had any sort of expert had the chance to look at young Teru, they would have noted that it isn't normal for a student to have the heart to continue gathering up his belongings each morning and go to face the day, despite the persecution of his and uselessness of his actions. Not once had his grades ever slipped from the high standards he held himself to, nor had he ever wavered in his convictions.
Now, Mikami was twenty-seven years old and shouldn't have had to deal with fending off the laughter of two boys who couldn't have been much older than sixteen. He was a prosecutor, and held a powerful position in his world - even outside his more recent acts as Kira's hand of justice, he had a reputation. He was known for pursuing harsh punishments for those set on the opposite side of the courtroom.
Hikaru and Kaoru didn't know him, but it hardly made a difference. It followed that anywhere one went, there was going to be people who delighted in the pain of others. They were the kind of people who had to be taught the ways of righteousness, and barring that, most likely needed to be eliminated completely.
But what could he do, in a place like this? The staff was watching his every move, and he had no Death Note (or even their names), and no real connections that would be beneficial in dealing with such a problem. He could always walk away, but he knew it would only encourage their "amusement" concerning him. For now, he had to put aside the dregs left from the day's stirring of his emotions and address this best he could.
"If you'd any shame or self-preservation at all, you would think to apologize for something like this," he said cooly as he readjusted his glasses. "And I'm afraid you'll have to put aside any intentions you had for 'partying' on my behalf... today is not my birthday."
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And had any sort of expert had the chance to look at young Teru, they would have noted that it isn't normal for a student to have the heart to continue gathering up his belongings each morning and go to face the day, despite the persecution of his and uselessness of his actions. Not once had his grades ever slipped from the high standards he held himself to, nor had he ever wavered in his convictions.
Now, Mikami was twenty-seven years old and shouldn't have had to deal with fending off the laughter of two boys who couldn't have been much older than sixteen. He was a prosecutor, and held a powerful position in his world - even outside his more recent acts as Kira's hand of justice, he had a reputation. He was known for pursuing harsh punishments for those set on the opposite side of the courtroom.
Hikaru and Kaoru didn't know him, but it hardly made a difference. It followed that anywhere one went, there was going to be people who delighted in the pain of others. They were the kind of people who had to be taught the ways of righteousness, and barring that, most likely needed to be eliminated completely.
But what could he do, in a place like this? The staff was watching his every move, and he had no Death Note (or even their names), and no real connections that would be beneficial in dealing with such a problem. He could always walk away, but he knew it would only encourage their "amusement" concerning him. For now, he had to put aside the dregs left from the day's stirring of his emotions and address this best he could.
"If you'd any shame or self-preservation at all, you would think to apologize for something like this," he said cooly as he readjusted his glasses. "And I'm afraid you'll have to put aside any intentions you had for 'partying' on my behalf... today is not my birthday."