"Ohio gusaimasu desu she wa, class! Today, we have a new student joining us. All the way from Fushiwashi, please give a warm welcome to Ojo Rodomowo-san!"

The teachers waves me to walk in. 

"H-Hi, my name is Ojo Rodomowo. I've just moved here from Fushiwashi because my parents always wanted me to attend Tokyo school. It's- it's rice to meet you all."

No one seems impressed. I'm not impressed. Complete silence.

"Get it? 'Cause we're all... Japan... Japanese..."

Still no one seems impressed. Kid in the back hung himself out of stress.

I bow and take my seat by the window. I like the window seat 'cause then I can see the gardener and laugh at him while he molests preteen girls. Then I think about how I'm probably going to end up like that 'cause I'm a waste of space. I stop laughing. I turn to face the class room. No one is evening acknowledging my existence, it's all head down or get beat. I thought just as much, it looks likes this school is not going to be anything out of the normal.

Class is going on far too long, it doesn't help that everything is written in some kind of Chinese language. I also can't hear from this far back in the room. I just draw animes on a piece of paper 'til lunch time comes around. I pull out my bento box along with everyone else, and start eating my noodle subway. Nobody wants to talk to me cause they're all xenophobes even though I'm Japanese too. I look around, literally everyone here is either a girl or some skinny twink, except for this one 38-year-old dude at the back of the class. He looks like Paul from Tekken. He's probably a bully.

Suddenly I notice this one girl at the front of the class. For some reason, she's wearing a black uniform making her stand out by a lot. Maybe's she's special needs? Without warning, she turns around suddenly to face me before proceeding to stare at me with the severe intensity of a sun that looks like Willem Dafoe. I start to panic. Brain literally goes blank, and simply looking away doesn't feel like an option. I throw an empty Pepsi can at her. 

With ninja reflexes, she dodges it and the can misses, hitting the girl next to her. The girl explodes from her seat in a fury of blood and screams. It knocked her right out. Everyone runs in to help her, eventually she is taken to the infirmary, possibly dead. That's what you get when all you eat is raw fish and cake. After the chaos, I go to check on the girl in black only to find her nowhere to be seen. I'm left with nothing but questions.

School finishes and I make my way home. I enjoy the sunset and overall atmosphere even though it's only like 4 o clock. As thoughts race through my mind about recent events and whether or not I should pick up some octopus balls or whatever the hell it is we eat on this island, I'm suddenly halted in my tracks. Paul is standing in front of me along with a gang of twinks with smashmouth haircuts. They're all drinking from juice boxes for some reason.

"You were the one who threw that can at Chuchisushi-chan..." Announces Paul "I don't care if you're new or not, we won't let you get away with such a heinous act."

"Heh... N-Nothing personnel, kid" I plead.

Paul slugs me in the eye with the force of a speeding van. I'm sent flying backwards and eventually crash into a couple trash cans. As I lie there amongst the trash, I feel a sense of belonging... along with a sensation akin to having an entire body placed in a state of pins-and-needles. I look up to see two of the twinks naruto-running toward me. Suddenly endowed with the blessing of Danny Devito, I grab one of the trash cans and throw it discus-style toward the oncoming assail-faggits. Natural twenty - It hits them directly, throwing the both of them back into a nearby power plant and somehow causing a major explosion of which consume both of them along with a considerable portion of the city.

I think I just killed those guys... and perhaps the innocent bystanders working there. Oh well, I'll worry about that later, right now there is another matter at hand. Most of the opposing gang had already run off either to get help or in an attempt sustain themselves, only Paul remains to stand alone amidst the hellfire. 

"Damn you..." Paul says as he walks intently toward me. "First, you hurt Chuchisushi-chan, then you gone on to disrespect me and my men, now this? Some nerve you have, boy."

"Wait, you got it wrong! I didn't mean to hit the Chushimushu-chan-san, I was trying to hit the other girl in black!"

"Lies won't get you now!" He responds "There is no girl in black!"

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"Wait, what? The girl in the black uniform!? The one in the front!?

"Your desperate lies only makes you sadder... but that's okay, I will end your pain"

Paul immediately makes good of his threat and charges me to throw another heavy attack toward my chest. Without any thought I twirl and backflip out of the way somehow managing to dodge it. Perplexed, the fiend throws another punch at my head. I dodge it again to my own surprise. Now frustrated, he initiates a fury of barrage attacks of which I am able to avoid thanks to some new found agility from within me. It is as though my very bones has been made loose like the structural integrity of my self esteem.

It may be the fact that I've never actually been in a fight before or an effect of the radiation settling on top of me from the second Fukushima I've just caused but for some reason I'm not engulfed in severe levels of anxiety and fear like I should be. Instead I have this overall sense of confidence and belief in myself. Is this how gojira felt? I laugh heartily amidst the flurry of violence as Paul's attempts to hit me prove just as effective as a baby trying to escape a lubed up bathtub.

I spoke too soon however as one of his attack finally lands, sending me spinning  outward along with my confidence. I land face down, like a pile of meat, right next to the radioactive charred remains of the twinks I killed earlier. My body feels numb and I've become unable to move my muscles. In this loss of control, I feel my anus loosen in preparation for the rectal ravaging of which it may inevitably receive, only to tighten up again as the sound of Paul's footsteps ring out isolated from the flames and screams of the chaos.

In my helplessness I curse the world for my existence, and I curse anime for making the testosterone-deficient trap boy I am. All the while Paul stands ominously over me unbuckling his belt. The sound of him licking his stubble ridden lips in anticipation linger in my ears when something else comes in the drown it out. Something not far akin to... a voice?

"Stand up, Rodomowo-sama..." 

What's this? W-Who is that...?

"Stand up and fight..."

I can't... My body won't move...

"Your body won't, but your skeleton will..."

What?

"Trust me, you can do it!"

How am I supposed to trust a random voice in my head? Forget it nigga, you stupid

"Fine then, get raped. I don't give a damn."

...

Okay

Heeding the girl's disembodied voice, I try to get up. I focus all of my concentration to move, not my body, but my skeleton! The force within me builds, and I feel the energy of thousands of people believing in me. I realise that it's just the fallout landing on my flaccid body. No one believes in me. I try again, only now, the images and sounds of my waifus cheering me on race through my mind. Shame and confidence simultaneously fill my being in my final push, and I finally manage move my fingers. 

Next thing I know, my entire body twists around and, with the strength of spousal abuse, upper cuts Paul's blood-swelled man chicken into his torso, obliterating it and casting him upward high into the stratosphere. Almost automatically, my skeleton props itself up and jumps to meet him with a Jojo's style barrage attack. Each strike twisting and distorting his limp, castrated body.

"Nani! How can this be!" Paul screams "What power is thi— gaah!"

The continuous stream of punches keeps going until his health bar is brought close to zero, the words 'perfect combo' appear on screen before disappearing in awesome transitional graphics as my throbbing hard fist thrust forwards for one final strike. The energy stored within it spews out violently into his body. The sheer force of the attack throws him down back to the earth where he is destroy on impact.

Now victorious yet still falling to earth, I brace myself for the oncoming impact but as I approach the ground my skeleton takes on the agility of a cat allowing me to land on my feet. I find myself standing on the roof of my school, my sudden presence interrupting the love confession scene of some other unrelated story. I paid no mind, however, my thoughts were focused on the power I have somehow gained.

"I knew you could do it, Rodomowo-sama. You were the only one who could."

The familiar voice comes from behind me. I turn around to find the girl in black standing a few feet away from me. 

"What did I do exactly?" I ask

"You unlocked the power within you, and became what you truly are."

"... and that is?"

"Take a look at yourself."

Immediately, I look down at my hands only to find that they have been reduced to that of a skeleton's. Panicked, I look at the rest of myself only to find more of the same. I bring my hands to my face to scream but when I do so, my hearing is met with a sharp clack as my digits hit the hard dermal surface my skull. Now shaking, I fall to my patellas in despair.

"Now do you see what you are?" She asks inexpressive

"I-I'm a holocaust victi-..."

"No, you retard! You're the goddamn Skeleton King!"

"Oh.. okay, then." 

She stood tall over my kneeling form, basked in the final reaches of the setting sun's light, and the orange glow of the high rising flames of the city. Her eyes meet mine, and her mouth opens to speak what seemed to me as the heavy words of the world.

"Prepare yourself, Rodomowo-sama. For the skeleton war approaches"