Sunday. Some consider it the last or first day of the week, and is almost always considered to by all as 'The Day of Rest',
No matter where people are raised or identify themselves to be, some like to use these days to exactly do what it was called: A day of rest, which goes for a majority of almost many things.
Unless required, students do not attend school on Sunday, and at work, some won't be working as long as they did in the weekdays or like students, don't go to work at all. It was always considered a day of harmony, peace, and a way to relax.
There are common areas that are attended on those days. Some would go to their respective place of worship to pray or learn some new ideas from their respective scriptures, and how they can practice it today. Others involve a nice lunch or dinner with loved ones, even the hospital people would be able to move around temporarily, perhaps even those who would visit loved ones in prison!
"Hey, big bro?" First tugged his older brother's shirt, "why aren't we normally going every morning like Dad and Mom used to take us?"
"Don't you remember?" Flash replied, "there's a better service for us young ones in the evening!"
"Oh, err..."
"Something wrong?"
"I dunno... I mean, Minister Victor is going to be there right?"
"You've still got concerns about him huh?"
"He's a good man of the Goddess! I know that! It's just..."
"Don't let his personal problem be your problem. He knows how to handle it, and he'll happily share it with you if you ask. And don't ever let one bad thing deter your judgement about him. Dad has already told you himself, no matter who they are, if they stand together with you, then they are your ally and loving neighbour till the end or unless they say so. After all, the Goddess' salvation is for everyone, not just you and me."
"Okay Flash... By the way, Big Sis and I want you to help with her homework. Miss Cheerilee's putting too much on our plate again."
"Sure sure..." Flash laughed, "I'll be sure to give my best to you two!"
"Sister," Luna noted, "are you heading to the Mosque now?"
"Yes," Celestia replied, "and I assume you will be staying at home?"
"We have all the time in the world to carry out our meditation at any place, even better when things are quiet," Luna answered,
"I won't take long. Once I've finished, I'll be coming back home to review what Mr Shiota sent us."
"Also, when will we meet the new substitute teacher?" Luna asked,
"She'll be meeting us at the School somewhere in the afternoon."
"Looking forward to it then." Luna let loose a small grin,
"Is there something amusing here?"
"Just a little," Luna chuckled, "to think we're going to be taking another foreign teacher under our wing, we've heard that she is an associate of Mr Shiota."
"That definitely will make things a lot easier! That and I'm curious to know myself. He never seems to be someone who wants to be left alone, lots of communication here and there. I almost find it annoying, but in a very good way."
"It certainly puts some thought on how teachers should act, no?" Luna asked,
"I still affirm my belief that all teachers have their freedom and opinions in the way they teach, as long as they are aware of the guidelines and warnings that have been slightly altered throughout the time of the school's service: A non-denominational, gender-neutral, ethnicity-neutral, institution based on all faiths and cultures that exist in the world. Or at least, one where a student and teacher is able to feel like they belong without the necessity to sacrifice an integral part of their life."
"Ah yes, about that... Certain issues regarding us have been arising from the usual activists, communities, and organisations. I'm afraid it's also getting a lot of political back up."
"Let me guess. Senator Pop Redro Imperium?"
"Should it not be surprising anymore?" Luna asked,
"The man has a lot of positive reputation. He gives and listens to the majority of the people, and makes an effort to look into what the people want, even go beyond their expectations! It's just a shame that he's supporting the people that would give him lots of benefits and support, without balancing the pros, cons and how it will affect the nation as a whole. If the people wanted him to jump off the cliff, he'd do so!"
"Running the land is a hard responsibility, as not everyone will like it." Luna reasoned, "but if we were given the power, would we do any better?"
"Forget it." Celestia sighed, "let's not talk about politics, our time is just as busy to stress over such things."
"Safe drive dear Sister." Luna replied, "We're looking forward to having another... Challenge tonight."
"Please my youngest sister." Celestia sighed, "I understand how it is a part of you, but do remember that we need to maintain our reputation as Principal and Vice-Principal."
"But sister..." Luna pouted, "there are so many benefits when it comes to partaking in video games."
"I know, it's just you know... Childish and kiddish according to society."
"How dare they..." Luna growled, "who are they to judge me of my hobby!?"
"Their opinion, not mine." Celestia defended, "I love you as you are Luna."
"Argh... We wish that there is someone who we know, who loves video games as much as we do..." Luna grumbled,
"Mr Shiota?" A man with black hair, sporting a small but bushy moustache and beard walked in, with Nurse Redheart at his tow.
"Ah, what do I owe the pleasure Doctor..."
"Doctor Whitesoul." The Doctor introduced, "I'll be the one that will be observing the recovery of your arm for today, and see if there can be any choices that you can make after this is through."
"Hmm..." Nagisa looked at Redheart, who waved back with a calm smile, "do you happen to be the Father of Nurse Redheart behind you?"
"Very perceptive of you!" Whitesoul nodded, "yes, I am the very proud father of this young little girl here. I also know that you are teaching at the same school she attends, Is she doing well at school?"
"Definitely!" Nagisa nodded, "She's mostly around the Nurse's office, but she's definitely a bright mind."
"Wonderful. Also my dear, would you let your teacher know about your decision?"
"Of course." Redheart replied, "Mr Shiota, I've have decided that I would like to join the Special Tutorship Club to come around and study with you and the others. Certainly beats staying in the Nurse's Office all day!"
"Well," Whitesoul laughed, "I trust you'll be keeping an extra eye on her?"
"Making sure students are satisfied and nurtured with wisdom and intelligence, is my top priority!" Nagisa exclaimed
"Glad to hear it, if you weren't injured..."
"Oh yeah..." Nagisa remembered and lowered his head, "Oopsie."
"You sure you've got something for next week Mr Shiota?" Redheart asked,
"I'll fix it up!" Nagisa chuckled,
"I'll be the judge of that." Whitesoul chuckled, "now listen carefully. What I am going to do is to remove that cast around your shoulder... And then..."
Fluttershy scrolled through a number of various images of clothes and garments, ones that you would rarely see around Equestria. Clothes made from hemp, linen, silk, satin, materials that are soft, smooth and fine to the touch, not to mention the many beautiful and colourful patterns that cover these materials.
A Kimono is a name for such clothing. With each and every design, Fluttershy was mesmerised by the blending of patterns and elements, of colours and pictures, but one that reached out to her was a yellow and green kimono adorned and patterned with pink butterflies. To imagine this kimono on her, a match made in heaven.
Immediately, Fluttershy clicked the link to see if a kimono of this design like there are available to buy, but the search was difficult. Kimonos are quite rare and with all the materials used, it is dreadfully expensive. Her face fell in shock as she saw the price of a random kimono for women: More than 10 Grand in Equestrian Currency.
Fluttershy plumped her head on her study desk, her bank account doesn't even come close to it... She would do anything to get her hands on it, except for stealing of course. It's just, this pattern and colour fit her very colour and nature! The green, the yellow, the pink butterflies, it was made for her!
*Beep* *Beep* A song representing the theme of finding a pet echoed out from Fluttershy's rumbling phone, eager to get its owner to take the call. Astonished, Fluttershy looked at a very unfamiliar number and decided to answer it.
"Hello? Who is this?" Fluttershy kindly asked,
"Hello Flutters? It's me, Cloudchaser."
"Why hello there! How can I help you?"
"I want to ask you something. I've got this concern regarding what happened to you and Thunderlane last Friday. You said the man was arrested right?"
"Yeah?"
"If a man could severely harm Mr Shiota like that, I doubt a prison can hold him. Is it just me? Or do you think so too?"
"Yeah," Fluttershy admitted, "I don't think he's going to stay there for long."
"Also, I'm a little bit confused about something you said on Monday over the chat. When you told everyone on the chat that he wants those knives returned, did he think about it himself? Or did you have a say in this?"
"... He's our teacher that makes sure that he fills out our personal needs and problems." Fluttershy answered,
"So you're the student representative for our club?" Cloudchaser asked,
"Consider it taking responsibility for the hamster outrage two weeks ago. Plus it should be obvious, who's the one who organised the message board? As well as the competition idea?"
"Fair enough, then I want to make a suggestion. Forgive me for being 'paranoid' but is it okay if you ask him to resume teaching us how to use weapons?"
"But..."
"A man like that can't be held in a prison as we've both said. If he's ever going to get out, a Psychopath will always understand revenge. Is that too much to ask Student Representative?"
"... Fine." Fluttershy firmly replied, her face and expression completely peeved. "But only unless that man escapes from the prison. If he does, I'll ask the substitute. That's my bargain. Understand?"
"... Deal." Cloudchaser replied,
"Great." Fluttershy returned to her calm and kind tone, "how has your weekend been?"
"Not bad, not bad. Have you started looking into Neighpon?"
"Sort of, I just came across one of their traditional clothes. They look... Really beautiful!"
"Ha! I knew clothes and fashion would be on your mind when it comes to something new!" Cloudchaser laughed,
"Hey pal," A prison guard knocked a nightstick upon the jail bars, "you've got a visitor!"
"Hmm..." The convict grunted and stood up in response.
"Well?" The Prison guard gestured, opening the jail cell, "Get moving, and don't you dare try anything funny!"
Without any word, the man obeyed the commands as he walked throughout the almost endless jail cells, sometimes motivated by his escort with a whack on the shoulder for any form of slowing down. The convicted psychopath counted about ten or more so strikes from his jail cell towards the visiting room. Slumping himself on the chair, the man peered lifelessly at the two phones upon the table, separated by a durable and sturdy glass fence. A man dressed in smart black sat opposite him beyond the glass and picked up the phone. The man looked suspiciously at his visitor for a few seconds before he picked up the phone on his side.
"Hello there!" A cheerful but caring voice rang through the convict's ears, "are you feeling okay?"
"What do you want?" The convict sneered,
"Hey now," the visitor softly replied, "there's no need for bad language, why would I not check on my most trusted friend?"
"What do you want?" The convict repeated with a sneer again,
"Just to deliver a small gift for your sake, my friend." The man replied, revealing a 2 Litre Bottle of Cola, "It should help you pass the time no?"
"Hah, I don't need your damn pity, and I'm not your friend." The convict growled,
"Well I'm sorry then," the visitor stood up, "but unless you change that attitude, you'll stay here for a long time, to think about what you have done."
"Grr..." The man growled as he stood up himself, and was escorted back to his own cell. Sitting back on his bed, the man growled to himself, reflecting on how he managed to get here. The more he tried to think, however, the more it hurt his mind, uh-oh... It's happening again... It's infecting--
"Hey psycho!" The guard returned, "here's your gift from the visitor!" He rolled the full 2L Cola bottle towards the man before slamming the gate shut, "don't use it all up at once!"
Returning silence once again, the man glared at the retreating police officer and picked up the cola bottle. He stared at the contents of the bottle, it's the exact carbonated syrup mixture as cola was always known to be, and it was taken from the fridge not too long ago, possibly not flat at all, so nothing of suspicion came to him. He examined the decoration of the bottle, it's just the average cola brand that he sees in advertisements all the time, nothing suspicious about it at all, except that all these messages from the advertisements of happiness and sharing irritate him.
The moment he looked towards the bottle cap, however, was when he found out that this drink had been opened and tampered with already. Frantically, he searched for anything else that was suspicious and came to a point where the plastic wrap-around for the coke bottle's brand... Had somehow been manually glued back together, as if someone had ripped it out. Unable to rip it out again, he decided to tilt the liquid to one side, and see what happened to the seal, that's when he saw it. A message inscribed on the back of the seal made visible with the assistance of gravity.
"The Lion will never let his prey escape! What does it seek when his pride is besmirched?"
The man's emotionless mouth crumpled into a twisted grin, without any hesitation, he opened the 2 Litre Cola Bottle and began chugging away at the contents.
"Revenge..." The man spoke as he took a breather, before resuming to drink.
"Revenge...!" The more he continued drinking, the more a certain finger of his began to rumble, shake, vibrate, and worse, bend in the most grotesque way.
"Revenge!!!"
Many minutes later, the sound and effects of a crumbling wall shook the very prison building, followed by the loudest and panicked of alarms. The warden and many of the guards rushed to the site to see what had transpired. Only to be greeted by an empty bottle of cola... And a giant hole in the cell wall... Which led to a continuous path of shattered walls and rended fences... And beyond them, the open plains and roads of freedom.