The Life and Times of Kiyotaka Ishimaru - 001

It went without saying that Kiyotaka Ishimaru was not happy about the situation.

In fact, he was more than "not happy."

He was irritated.  Unamused.  Actually, kind of pissed.

He had returned from classes that day to find an envelope shoved under his door.  Unsure of what to expect, he'd opened it hesitantly, read every word carefully.  Even now, he skimmed the typed letter again, as if doing so would change the meaning the words carried.  

But alas, it did not.  The message was a notice from the school authorities, alerting him that later that day, he would be receiving a new roommate.  Ishimaru had considered himself lucky--he had managed to get a two-bedroom dorm to himself for the last few weeks, and he'd grown accustomed to the quiet and the space.  It seemed, however, the peace had come to an end.  

He sighed.  Well.  Perhaps his new roommate wouldn't be so bad!  A pleasant, proper fellow like himself with whom he could chat about classes and rules and new workout schedules and...whatever other things roommates talked about.  

He was still entertaining this thought when he heard someone rapping at his door.  He spun on his heels--he now realized he had been pacing--and exhaled a few times before striding over to the door and throwing it open.  

"Welcome to--oh.  Oowada-kun."  Ishimaru frowned a little; he'd not been expecting the pompadour-haired gang leader that stood before him.  "How may I help you?  I am a little busy at the moment, I'm expecting a visitor--well, not really a visitor, but--"

"A new roommate," Mondo said, arching an eyebrow.

"I.  Um.  Yes.  How did you know that, Oowada-kun?"

Mondo sidestepped, pointing to several large bags behind him.  "Guess who the lucky fucker is."

Ishimaru stared blankly at the man for a moment, his mouth opening and closing uselessly as he struggled to form actual words.  Mondo.  As his roommate.  Mondo Oowada, infamous throughout the school and the entire district for his motorcycle gang.  The man who refused to go to class, who spray painted obscenities on signs for kicks, who started fights at the slightest thing.  A super high-school level delinquent. 

That was his new roommate.

"Yeah, so I'm gonna go ahead and move my shit in," Mondo muttered, grabbing a bag and pushing his way past Ishimaru into the apartment.  It took Ishimaru a moment to draw himself from his thoughts, but by then Mondo was already tromping through the living room.  He wheeled around and arched an eyebrow at the hall monitor.  "Oi.  Which is the one you aren't using?"

"The one on the right, but there must be some misunders--"

"Look, I'm not fuckin' happy about this either," Mondo snapped.  "But the water pipes in my room broke, and they said I had to go live with someone else while they tried to fix it all up--"

"Who said I was unhappy?" Ishimaru said hurriedly.  He obviously was, and he knew he was doing a bad job of hiding it, but he was a gentleman.  He felt he at least needed to act the part.  For the time being, anyway.  "Please, make yourself at home!  Do you need any help with your belongings, Oowada-kun?"

Mondo looked Ishimaru up and down, his lips drawn in a tight line that sharply contrasted Ishimaru's own smile.  "I got it covered." 

"R-right.  Well!  If you do need any help, I shall be in the next room over.  Please let me know if there's anything I can do!" Ishimaru responded, his voice as cheerful as he could manage in the situation.  More quickly than he meant to, he retreated to his bedroom.  Once safely behind closed doors, he let his face fall, knitting his brow and exhaling sharply.  Yes, he was irritated.

Unamused.

In all honesty, kind of pissed.