Hello! I'm back! :) So I was watching Breaking Bad and got inspired with this story. It would be probably 5 chapters long. It's a different plot from the original manga, but I wouldn't say it's an alternate universe. They are still in High School and there's not OOC. Let me know what you think ! Enjoy :D
« I promise I'll pay you »
Classic…
Usui sighed, annoyed by this typic behavior. He didn't know how many times he had heard that sentence. Usually, he would have punched this junkie right in the face. But given he was at school, Usui decided to adopt a different strategy.
« No money, no party » He exhaled, putting back the silver bag in his backpack. He turned on his feet but was abruptly blocked by his « customer ».
« Ok wait, take this »
Usui looked at the plastic bag he was being offered, evaluating its content.
Weed
« What the fuck do you want me to do with this crap » Usui whispered, bothered.
He couldn't seriously think that weed could compare with the purest product on market? Usui's chemically compound was the state-of-art drug that everyone dreams to buy. Some were calling it the silver pill but Usui was calling it his goldmine.
« Take it as a down payment. I already promise everyone that I'll bring the stuff tonight. They will pay me at tonight's party, and I'll bring you the rest tomorrow… plus interest. »
Usui looked at him, indifferent.
« I'll take it as warranty instead of a down payment. Bring me the whole sum tommorow, plus interest or else your bag of weed might slip through the principal's office. »
The student observed Usui, considering the seriousness of his words. He nodded, accepting his deal.
After Usui had given him the bag of the silver pills, the boy came back inside the school, leaving him alone on the roof.
The wind wasn't too strong, just perfect for a spring afternoon. The sun was shining shyly, hidden behind a delicate veil of clouds.
He gazed down at the small bag of weed, somehow lost in his thoughts.
Even if he was deeply immersed into the drug dealing system, he couldn't recall the last time since he held a bag of weed into his hands. He never smoked a joint except for one time. He was young but he remembered that his father forced him to take one puff, too high to notice what he was offering to his 8 years old son. This event probably didn't help the health condition of his sick mother: she died not long after this. He was not a doctor, but Usui always suspected that his father's addicted behavior caused his mother to give up on her life. That's why he promised himself to never consume drugs of any sorts, even the one he was manufacturing.
Rule one: Addiction is the first step towards deterioration
Deeply concentrate in his thoughts; he hardly noticed the roof's door opened. Before he could react, the bag he was holding was quickly captured by one hand.
His eyes flickered towards who he thought to be a thief. But, sadly for him, it wasn't an act of robbery.
« President Ayuzawa… » Usui acknowledged.
From all the students in school, why did it have to be her. He didn't know much about her, but he knew she was the student council's president. Therefore, he could't sincerly hope that she'd be forgiving.
«Usui, I knew you were a slacker but not a pothead… » She hissed, reproachful.
He stared at her, trying to think of a solution to get him out of this mess. He couldn't risk to be expelled for a bag that wasn't even his.
« Despite your tone, I'm kind of flattered that you know my name » He murmured smoothly, chosing the seduction approach.
His eyes narrowed playfully, waiting for her to fall under his charm like every girl eventually does.
But it didn't happen.
« I know every student's name, I'm the student council-. » She replied sharply but was cut by Usui.
« … President. I know. And you're doing a wonderful job which I might add » He continued, taking a step closer to her.
She stepped backwards and felt her back touching the roof's fence. Usui put his hands on the fence, on either side of hers hips, closing the gap between them. They both gazed at each other, fighting their individual battle.
« If you think you can flirt your way out of this… » She questioned through her teeth.
Usui's gaze held her for a long moment, their expectant breath filling the silence.
« And what if I could » He proposed, proud that his plan worked.
Misaki breathed heavily, all signs of humor gone. She held Usui's arm, which made him laugh.
The president fell for me, what a joke.
But he soon regretted his false assumptions, as he was being propulsed to the ground.
«Now, I suggest that you follow me quietly to the principal's office »
He got suspended for two weeks. That could have been worse. At least he could « work » full time and try to expand his business.
He opened the lights of his appartment and walked towards the room in the back. He composed a numeric code, which unlocked the small room, or what he called his laboratory.
Two hours ago
« You have no emergency contacts in your files, Takumi Usui » The principal noticed, turning quickly the pages of his file.
« I don't think that a simple possession of marijuna could be considered as an « emergency » » Usui replied, unconcerned.
« Where's your mother? » The principal asked, slightly annoyed by Usui's behavior
« She's dead » He casually replied.
An ackward silence followed his answer. From the corner of his eye, Usui sneaked a look at Misaki who was sitting beside him. Even if she was trying to remain composed, he could feel the uneasiness when she changed the position on her chair.
« And your father » The principal cautiously suggested.
« He's in the hospital »
« And when will he be out? »
Usui stared at the principal, perfectly calm and unmoved
« Probably when his lung cancer will kill him »
Usui smirked, recalling the palpable tension that came afterwards. Both the principal and the president were at a loss of words. Pity was probably what didn't expel him.
He cautiously filled an Erlenmeyer flask with acid. As he put the container on the hotplate, the face of the president resurfaced into his mind.
He tried to sweep away the image, but couldn't forget the dark circles under her eyes, visibly exhausted of something. It was a rare thing to see in their school, the majority of students being spoiled and happy. Was she hiding a double life, just like him?
Asking the question was answering it. But he decided that he didn't care what she was doing. He had much more things to do than to wonder about school drama.
She was not his problem.
So, is it worth continuing ? Let me know what you think :)