Yoshiki's Picnic - 19

Part nineteen - The Transfer Student

Put simply, Rolly was a genius. He was blessed with such unimaginable brainpower that it hurt him to think because he was absorbing so much information at any one time that it clogged the veins in his brain with cells of unending informational possibilities. Any moment one happened to look upon Rolly's skull, they would not be able to see it, but his mind was processing. It was processing so fast that if his brain had not been built to withstand his throbbing thoughts, it would have exploded with even a simple thought such as whether to wear the blue or the purple glittering bodysuit. Though it could be argued that such a thought was not as simple as it may appear. And certainly, to a genius such as Rolly, this question held more weight than the average slob might realize. He could wear blue. But if he wore blue, then he would not be wearing purple. Purple was a strong message to j-rockers. It told them that Rolly could be one of them. It said he was rocking enough that he might one day be of j-rocking status. But if he wore purple he wouldn't be wearing blue. Blue was a symbol to the people, and spoke volumes about a person's abilities. It would suggest Rolly was not someone to be reckoned with.

Unfortunately for Rolly, he was so smart that his brain was over-worked with the very genius thoughts that plagued his brain. His brain veins were squeezed to widths that they were not meant to withstand, leaving his speech slow and his face blank.

Rolly's intelligence had little (If nothing at all) to do with the situation at hand which was Sugizio's imminent world domination. It was only a matter of time before Sugizio amassed victim after victim and thwarted the enemies that decided to throw their bodies at his feet in an attempt to trip him up in his descent to eat the souls of the living and perhaps of the dead as well. But these enemies were merely small speedbumps in the road to evil and sugizio was a steamroller that was faster than light and so these speed impediments were smacked with such incredulous speed that they simply exploded into a pile of asphalt and defeated shame.

Rolly was observing Sugizio while he thought about the destruction he was sure to collect and thought back as the dark man spit in Yoshiki's face. It was over twenty three years ago that they met, he and Rolly. Rolly was just the average genious trapped in a fool's brain studying for cram school. He'd been going to Seppuku High for two years now and still had no friends at all. They'd never liked Rolly because he wore his uniform to tight and was either to smart or to be stupid. Rolly's thoughts drifted back to that fateful day, smoothly, like a wave washing over a desert.

"What are you doing, you pootard?!" he said, slamming Rolly's book shut, which he had been studying from. Rolly looked up to see a group of boys who were looking to bully, and he was there target of the afternoon, and he was usually their target most every afternoon. Their strong leader was Kurayamashidonandakamirakumipirutandoromu-kun, and he wasn't a very nice person. He was known as the baddest kid at Seppuku and he liked to pick on Rolly especially.

"Reading more BOOKS? How dumb is that. You're dumb and ugly," the bully said. He laughed and his croonies laughed in unisex. "Yeah, you're dumb, and ugly!!" One of them said. "He totally is, it is true," said another in a puny voice.

Rolly looked up from his school man's desk, and said, "Look, I don't want any trouble today, Kurayamashido--"

"You don't want trouble?! Well, you got it, you big fat lardmuncher!" He growled. Rolly blushed, wondering how they'd discovered his habit of snacking on coagulated animal fat.

"Well, I don't want it! Leave me be! I just want to exercise my massive concretion in peaceful bliss without confrontation or trouble!" Rolly cried out, impassionately, holding his hands to his chest for persuasive effect.

The oppressors were not swayed by Rolly's moving and concise speech. Pulling his arm back, getting ready to punch Rolly in the face, Kurayama--

"Hey, what's that stench. Oh, it's you piles of night soil," a sharp voice made sound and pierced through the quiet swish of a jacket being stretched as a fist was pulled back ready to punch someone defenseless who was just trying to study.

The bullies were shocked. The bullies turned around to see a young student. The student stood straight and had an heir of confidence about him as though he was so phlegmatic he could take on the world. He wore a mask and a cape along with his regular school uniform, and Rolly recognized him as the new transfer student.

"Who do you think, you are? Your so dead buster," the leader bully grasped.

And with that he ran at the transfer student, but the transfer student was agile and he dodged the bullies punch that was aimed for his face and instead bunched the pully in his own face leaving him consciousless. When they saw this, Kurayamashidonandakamirakumipirutandoromu-kun's compadres were frightened of the foreboding scholarly transfer boy. They tried to shuffle out of the classroom to safety, but the transferred boy knocked them unconscientious as they rolled by.

"Sugoi, that was definitely amazing!" Rolly said, running over to the mysterious transfer student. "How can I ever repay you for such kindness.."

"You don't need to do anything. I hate bullies, so it's nothing personal," the masked transfer said blatantly.

"At least let me know of what you are called," Rolly said, somewhat sadly.

"You mean my name?"

"Yes, I'm Rolly."

"Rolly, huh? That's a nice name. Well, Rolly, my name is Sugizio."

"Sugizio.." Rolly repeated, and smiled.

And that was how they met. But it would not be the last time they met, or the most memorable.

No, Rolly and Sugizio had a long history together, and this wasn't even the beginning of it, but merely a start. Things were just beginning now.

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.
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