Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

The rain poured as if it were to flood the campus into the sea. It had been raining on and off all spring. There was no sign of it letting up anytime. Inside was warm and dry. Noizchild sat in hard cotton red chair in from the registration desk. She was soaked up to her hair and cat ears. Her luggage and backpack sat on the floor beside the chair forming puddles on the floors. She had bitter apathy on her face. It was clear that she didn't want to be here. She would be home in Tokyo for spring in her lusty bed. But instead, Noiz was here. In the registration office on this rainy Wednesday. Why? She was registering to a different house. You see, she got kicked out of her old one for a fight she started and using foul language in public before spring break. (A long story we well explain later.) Right now, Noiz was wet and shivering cold with luggage.
 

Quiet. Heated quiet. Ozzy looked around.

“I think we lost them,” he said. Junko frowned.

“Yeah, but where the hell are we?!?” she asked. Her guardian looked around again.

Gun shots filled the air. Friday night and slaughter war time. The Raven Fang and Dog Claws were at it again. Sixth battle this month. Both gangs met up in the Arizona desert. Bonez stepped forward. His rattling chains commanded authority. The Dog Claws’ leader cut off his bike.

“Two of your boys took my bitches last night!” he snapped. Bonez held back a laugh.

“Well if you knew how to keep them happy,” he said. “No problems.” DC’s leader gritted his teeth.