C4 Enemies reunited

Rosita's standpoint

I inhaled and exhaled to calm myself, I didn't need to let my anger loose in such a place. Romi gleefully reminded me that I chose to be the innocent sweet cheerful girl, not the monster I am born to be. I had to endure, don't hit anyone but don't let them bully me either. I came to the school to protect my little sister and that I would do, even if it means me bearing the whole humiliation... Okay, never.... Maybe.

"What are you all doing?" I had to use my Australian accented English. I mentally slapped myself.

Japanese, Rosita, Japanese!

I walked to the stunned girls, pushed them out of my way and helped My Blossom up.

"No, Neesan, don't get involve or they'll bully you too,"

"Neesan?" One of the fools asked.

"What kind of sister will I be if I don't help you? Now shut up and let's get you cleaned up."

"You two are related?" I glared at her with hate. "Who gave you that uniform? Since when do rags where ball gowns?" One snorted.

"And how possible it is for rags to wear gowns? Can clothes wear each other?" I snorted. "I find it difficult to talk to people with IQ lower than one." The students giggled.

"Are you trying to call me dumb?" Evil head one asked angrily.

"Princess, you just called yourself that. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving with my sister now and the next time you or anyone try anything stupid with her, I'm going to be breaking a whole lot of bones and destroying things that shouldn't be destroyed. For example, your..." I saw her hand coming to my face and on reflexes, I caught and accidentally snap her wrist.

Oh shit.

The girl screamed with pain and reeled back. I pushed Sakura behind me just in case. The girl was screaming as her friends tried to hold her and soon she was crying.

"She broke my wrist, she broke my hand,"

"Oh calm down, you should be happy I only broke your wrist. I didn't break it by the way, just snap it out of position," I walked closer to her. She and her friends shifted back with fear. "Hold still let me help you," I said with frustration.

"Stay away from me, please," she cried.

"Just hold still," I snatched her hand and pulled her to me. She screamed with fright like I was going to pull a gun to her head. I rolled my eyes and snap her wrist back into position. She screamed again. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body slumped. Was she expecting me to catch her? I let her fall on the floor and then turned back to walk to Sakura who was shaking.

"Let's go," I said and walked pass her.

"I don't think you have the don't showoff part establish, Rosita," Romi said. I rolled my eyes.

"I get the memo, bes, I get it." This is so not what I planned.

"It couldn't be avoided. You are going to protect your sister from a whole school, fighting is not avoidable. Instead of hiding, why not be the devil you are, instead of the false angel. You could even do both if you want to." Romi advised.

"Japanese schools are disciplined..." I paused when I remembered how bad the school was to the poor students. "You know what, nevermind. Let's become both after all."

Zedekiah's standpoint

What the hell is she doing here? I can never forget that walking step or that voice, never. Rosita is in Japan? Since when does she like Japan? Since when does she even come to school? Is dad trying to mess with me again? Of all the witches to send here, Rosita Donahue?

I walked angrily, looking for her everywhere. She took the girl out of the cafeteria and I had to follow. My first thought was the female restroom, but it would be a bad idea walking into a room of women. Nevertheless, I sent my guards to check, they weren't there. So, there I was looking for my greatest nemesis. Still stomping, I glanced into a classroom that isn't being used...

Bingo.

I pushed the door open just as she was about to step out. Her eyes briefly widened before she frowned, her usual frown mixed with hate. She folded her arms and scoffed.

"Should have known the bomb I planted in your car didn't kill you, bummer."

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you died already!"

"Oh," she smirked and tilt her head. "You thought your silly poison could kill me? Oh puh-lease, try something better."

"Stay away from me, stop following me around." I snapped. She threw her head backwards with a frustrated groan.

"How can I follow who I hate? I hate your guts, Zedekiah Grimshaw, I thought you knew that already!"

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked with raised brows.

"I... Erm... I came here to experience how to be a normal high school girl. And to..." She looked at the ceiling. "Find my mother."

"I thought you hated her?"

"I did, but then I found out dad lied to me. Mother didn't leave me, dad drove her away by dumping and trapping her here in Japan. So I came here to meet and know her and my half siblings." She looked back at me and rolled her eyes.

"Your father doesn't know you are here, does he?" I asked smirkingly.

"He knows his daughter is handling a project here, nothing more and it better remain that way or somebody might lose his life," she said threateningly. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Why should I care? What is going on with you and your father is your business, not mine. All I know is that you better stay away from me."

She smiled innocently. "What? Is little Zeddy scared?" She taunted.

"Of you? Never. Just stay clear off me, witch." God, she's just too beautiful and gives me sleepless nights. Any woman capable of doing that must be feared and avoided. Plus, she's a wee devil. She gets away with everything.

"I'll say the same thing. Nobody knows I'm Rosita Donahue, just Rosita Fiero... Well, Fiero has too many link to rich places so my name is Rosita..."

"I don't care what your name is. We don't know each other, full stop." I waved her off and walked off. Glad that was cleared. I didn't need any distraction and Rosita always brought drama with her.

Rosita's standpoint

I slam the door shut, body shaking from rage. I didn't expect him to be in school too. What the hell is a twenty three years old guy doing in high school? What the hell! I should have did a research on him... Why did I need to? I hate him. I turned back to Sakura who had been staring at me with mouth open. I rolled my eyes and walked back to her.

"You know Zed from ZODIAC?!" She shouted. I rolled my eyes again. "How?!"

Zedekiah's father and my father are best friends, really, really close friends. His father knew what we did, but Zed had no idea what we really did. Our fathers were so much in love with each other that they tried to get us to love each other. Love is not part of the code, but for Zedekiah, father was ready to make an exception. He had practically told me all my life that if I don't fall in love with Zed, I shouldn't fall in love at all. If I don't lose my virginity to Zed, I would have to wait until I'm thirty to sleep with a random guy to produce an heir. That was what I had been told all my life.

Zed wasn't far from it. His father didn't let him breathe, always wanting us together. Zed lives with his Japanese mother since his parents aren't together. His father was an Australian/British man just like father. They grew up together. Zed had lost good relationships on my account because his parents–yes, his mother too–would always destroy it before it blossoms. That was why we both hated each other. We were the genesis to each others frustration.

One time, five years ago, our parents locked us up in the same house for two weeks. We almost murdered each other. I'm not saying figuratively, I mean literally. We tolerated each other for long before he poisoned me and I shot him. He was the first shot I missed since the bullet missed his neck and grazed his shoulder. Really wish I got his head though. Our parents had no choice than to separate us after that. Then I planted a bomb in his car, but the lucky rat survived it.

Fowie.

"Our parents are friends," I grumbled, "unfortunately." She opened her mouth like a fish. I rolled my eyes again. I'm always rolling my eyes because of him. That freak.

"You know Zed?"

"You know him?" I asked back.

"Don't you know who Zed is? He is the leader of Gempire face idol, ZODIAC. Zed have been the leader since they did their debut seven years ago. How can you not know?"

"Simple, I hate him. So that jobless mommy's boy finally found something useful to do with his life. And out of everything he can come up with, he decided dressing up in ridiculous clothing, jumping on stage like a frog and singing with his hideous voice is a good thing to do with his life? Ah, he is still as worthless as the day I met him." I hissed and rolled my eyes.

"You hate idols?"

"No, but I don't like Asian jams. Now he is a part of it, I officially hate Japanese song now. When he leaves, I'll appreciate it again. Full stop."

"I don't even know what to say. I might not like idols, but Zed really has a wonderful voice and he is very cute," she said shyly. My stomach churn with disgust. I cupped my mouth to control my gag. "Seriously," she chuckled.

"Please, don't ever mention that again, please." I pleaded. Of course I knew his voice was nice. He can't stay one minute without singing. Zed loves music, that's one thing I know for sure. He is the one who infected me with his love for it when we lived together. But him good-looking, he wish.

At least I knew he wouldn't rat me out to his dad who would rat me out to my dad. After helping her change into a nicer cleaner uniform, we walked to our next class. I didn't have any class, I just entered anyone I like. I already saw the principal and told him I had a phobia for any shade of pink. Wearing it on my skin gave me rashes. With a little fake doctor report, he believed and let me wear what I want. Of course I had to tell him my last name was Fiero and that fake surname held millions, so he let me with the oath to never let anyone know my last name.

If only he knew my original last name.

The lesson was boring so I slept off. I was sleeping soundly when I felt something coming towards my head. On instinct, I jerked my hand up without raising my head and caught the thing. A little gasp swept through the class. I wrapped my fingers around the thing, it was a marker. I sighed and lifted myself up.

"You, what is your name?" The surprised teacher asked.

"Tired and drowsy," I yawned.

"Name," he repeated.

"Rosita,"

"Rosita who?"

"Rosita Marie Angelino Stephanie Cassie Linnie Betty Akane Chihiro Jessica Sugimoto, the first." I said in one breath. I said it so fast it was impossible for them to hear.

"Huh?" He asked.

"My name, I just told you."

"That long?" He exclaimed. I nodded.

"My father was a weirdo," I shrugged.

"Oh my, just tell me your last name."

"Sugimoto,"

"Sugimoto? Hmm, I know a girl that has that same last name. She's a year below..."

"Sakura, my sister." I smiled.

"Oh, that person has a sister?"

"Yes," I smiled again. "Nice to meet you, sir,"

"You are cute. Where have you been?" Zed scoffed from his seat. I rolled my eyes. I had to be in the same class with him.

"With my dad," I replied. "Our parents aren't together, so he took me. I came back to stay with mom because we fought." I said poutingly. The teacher chuckled.

"Come, solve this on the board as punishment for sleeping in my class," I looked at the easy equation and stood up.

"Piece of cake," I said when I got to him. I used the marker to begin solving it. I turned the marker to him when I was done and winked at him.

"You have an eye on your forehead?" He asked quizzically. "I haven't even taught this yet."

"I know," I dropped the marker, "can I sleep now? I know this already... Hey!" He hit my head with the marker. I pouted childishly. "Sensei," I whined.

"Go to your seat and better pay attention," he scolded. I rubbed my head like it hurt and nodded. "To your seat, Roe Roe,"

"Really?" I groaned. Zed laughed before covering it with a cough. He caught everyone by surprise. Of course, he knew how much I hated when his father called me that. I gritted my teeth together and went back to my seat. Our eyes met and he winked at me. I slit my throat with my thumb, telling him I would kill him if he ever winks at me again. And he fucking shot himself with his fingers and blew the imaginary smoke.

"Bastard," I murmured. I hate him.