Irritation[END]

They have tried, apparently, the big blue box, previously wrapped in yellow paper being the proof of that. He really did wonder how the hell had his mother convinced the man to allow her to sent him this, however, that didn't mean that he wanted to have anything to do with them, or it, anymore.

He sat in the common room of the dorms, as he didn't feel like dragging the stupid thing back to his dorm along with everything else, and Warrior refused to be used as a mule any longer. He didn't opened it yet. He did not want to. He stared at it with a gaze that would start fires if only his power had been a little different.

His elbows propped against his legs, his chin was resting on his intertwined hands, his eyes burning holes in the surface of the box. If it would only burst in flames for real.

Spirit sighed, his head resting on his paws as he laid in other corner of the room, pretending to watch TV. He was trying to give William some space, knowing how irritated the boy got by his family, however, the fact that he didn't move for several minutes now really didn't help his nerves at all, and no TV programme could keep his mind from William now.

On the other hand, Warrior was still standing by William's shoulder, quiet and unworried as it always was. Ever since he had revealed his name to William, he has been losing some of his powers and gaining more and more of his own personality, just as Spirit had once done, however, those two qualities he would never lose, Spirit often thought to himself.

William continued to stare at the gift for some minutes more, feeling the need to order Warrior to strike it with his sword growing bigger and bigger, until he just broke, cursing.

Spirit sighed again, getting up on his feet.

Thinking how all of this would be much easier if only the room was empty, Spirit made his way through the layers of gossip and quiet murmurs, refusing to look at the people who were making them, for he thought he wouldn't be able to surprise his need to bite them to death then. The gossip only became louder as Warrior drew his sword, aiming for the bloody box over William's shoulder, the boy not giving a damn about what was happening around him.

Stop, you idiot. the wolf growled at the silent creature, and the silver haired spirit stopped, his sword still in mid air. Sheath that thing. We do not need somebody to call for a teacher.

The people started leaving once Warrior had drawn his sword, which was only to be expected. He only hoped that nobody would be scared, or brave depending how you looked at it, to call a teacher on them. There were only few people left in the room now, two guys in the corner of the room that looked much more dangerous than William, and thus probably didn't care about swords and other similar things, and surprisingly, a girl.

Well, perhaps now I could think. William said, standing up and circling the small table on which the present was still sitting. Thank you, Warrior.

William turned around suddenly, with a glare on his face that, had it been any sharper, could cut the person in two. And who the hell are you? he said, his voice dripping with anger. The wolf beside him sighed, knowing that in the current mood it was better not to talk to William even when you knew him. The boy was ready to bite someone.

The two other guys that were left in the room seemed to be mumbling something between themselves before the stood up, approaching the table where William stood. Hey, dude. one of them said. That is no way to treat a lady right there. As he spoke, the other one tried putting his arm around the girl. Should we give you a lesson on proper behaviour? the first one continued, grinning like he had just won the lottery.

Good. William said, looking at them with a dead look in his eyes. Just what I needed. With that, he moved unbelievably fast, punching the first guy in the face. A punching bag. he said, as the guy fell heavily on the floor.

The other guy was still trying to gain back his balance he had lost when the girl had pushed him, making it all that easier for William to punch him, first in the stomach, making him fold in half, then to the chin with his elbow, and finally, as he stepped sideways and behind the already falling idiot, to the back of his neck with an opened hand. The man fell like a tree, with a slow grunt, and probably wasn't going to get up for quite some time now.

A few seconds during which all of this has happened was just enough time for the second idiot to get up, still shaking on his feet, and, taking one look at his fallen friend, run away, practically screaming.

Great. Spirit said, shaking his head. Now we can be sure the teachers will find out.

So what? William said, shaking a hand with which he had punched the guy in the face. His wrist hurt a bit because of the thick skull that idiot had. They had started it first.

Yeah, but, it will be your word against theirs, and honestly, who's gonna believe you?