Ha! You Missed

The next day, Sikandar and Suleiman were browsing books on void at the school library. They had enough time because the library opened an hour before the homeroom period.

‘Very convenient.’

They surprisingly found a good number of books on void.

‘Again, convenient.’

They found information on what void is-

‘Basically psychic powers combined with time space mumbo jumbo.’

And some known attacks by previous users.

‘Some of these moves should be legit illegal.’

“These books have different moves inside them, let’s borrow them so that you can practice them,” Suleiman suggested.

“Sure,” Sikandar nodded.

“Well well well, look who’s hiding out here,” A familiar mocking voice said.

“Go away Ishaq,” Sikandar said, “I’m not in the mood for your tantrum.”

Ishaq smirked, “Why? Still moping over getting kicked out by uncle and aunty?” His followers giggled at the jab.

“First off, I wasn’t kicked out, I left, secondly, bugger off,” Sikandar snapped at him.

“Yeah, it’s too early in the morning to deal with your bull s***t,” Suleiman cussed but Ishaq didn’t listen.

“Are you sure you want to talk with me in that tone?” Ishaq smirked, “You’ve been kicked out that means you’re no longer a part of the Khanzada clan. I can do anything to you and no one will come to your rescue.” His followers laughed at that.

“So basically the same s**t,” Sikandar rolled his eyes.

“Except this won’t go the way you think it will,” Suleiman smirked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ishaq scowled.

“That’s for us to know and you to FAFO,” Sikandar stood up, “Let’s go, otherwise Asif sir will mark us absent again.”

Suleiman nodded and they took some of the books and started walking towards the counter.

“Ishaq, you don’t think his karamat awakened?” A follower with big ears asked.

“No way, Saad,” Another follower rejected the theory, “Otherwise he wouldn’t have been kicked out.”

“Only one way to find out,” Ishaq pushed his hand forward, generating a powerful gust of wind towards Sikandar and Suleiman, with the former holding the latter’s shoulder. But the wind passed through them without harming them,

“What?” Ishaq didn’t have time to process what happened as the attack hit a bookshelf, knocked it over which knocked the shelf behind it, then another, creating a domino effect until it reached the last shelf near the wall.

“WHAT THE F-”

“ARGH!”

“SON OF A B-”

Many students were screaming as they got stuck under the shelves. Many students immediately got to action to lift the shelves and anyone stuck under them. Asif and Javed rushed to the scene with the librarian behind them.

“What happened here?” Javed asked.

“It’s his fault!” Ishaq pointed at Sikandar.

“Are you kidding me? You’re the one who attacked us with that wind blast,” Suleiman retorted.

“It was supposed to hit you two,” Ishaq insisted, pointing at Sikandar, “You did something.”

“Oh, so it’s our fault that your aim sucks?” Suleiman asked rhetorically. Sikandar frowned in confusion but Suleiman turned to him and winked at him as if to say ‘play along.’

Sikandar smirked, “Yeah, how do you miss two people standing next to each other?”

“But-” Javed stopped Ishaq.

“Did you try to attack two students and hurt many others with that attack?” the headmaster asked in an icy tone.

“Sir, Ishaq would never do something like this, they must have provoked him,” Asif defended Ishaq.

“Your face provokes me, you don’t see me knocking bookshelves over it,” Sikandar snapped at Asif.

“Why you-” Asif was about to retort but Javed shushed him by raising his hand.

“Behave Sikandar, you’re talking to a teacher,” Javed scolded him.

“Sorry sir,” Sikandar deflated.

“As for you Ishaq, a detention won’t be enough this time, we’ll have to meet your parents,” Javed said grimly.

“Sir, that’s not a good idea,” Asif tried to warn him, “We might offend the Khanzadas.”

Javed waved his arm pointing to the students hurt by the incident, “Everyone here is a Khanzada. As the clan head, Mr. Farhan needs to be aware of what his son has done.”

‘Kinda weird how practically everyone here is a cousin if you ask me,’ Sikandar noted.

“Not everyone,” Ishaq said, “this unblessed was kicked out of his home yesterday.”

“And that makes it okay to attack him?” Javed scoffed, “I’d think carefully before speaking, boy.”

Javed and Asif led Ishaq to the headmaster’s office. As he was led away he glared at Sikandar and Suleiman, making it clear he’d be back for round 2. His followers followed hin out of support for him. Students whispered to each other shocked by what they had experienced.

“That was sick how you turned both of us intangible,” Suleiman whispered once the teachers were out of earshot.

“I just didn’t want us to be hit and my karamat responded accordingly,” Sikandar explained, “I could get used to this.”

“Me too buddy,” Suleiman agreed, “Now let’s borrow these books for more awesome moves.”

It didn’t take long for Farhan Ali Khan to reach the office. The dark and tall man scratched his green beard as he saw the CCTV footage of the incident at the library.

“I knew it! I hit them, they did something,” Ishaq insisted.

“Regardless of whether they did something or not, the fact remains that you attacked two students and injured many,” Javed repeated for the nth time.

“Mr. Javed, those boys are well known in the clan for causing trouble for others, especially my son. Are we sure they didn’t trap him?” Farhan asked, staring at the screen, analyzing the clip frame by frame.

“Even if they had provoked him, which I can assure you they did not, that does not excuse an attack of this scale,” Javed pointed out.

“And what punishment do you deem appropriate?” Farhan grit his teeth.

“A detention won’t be enough this time, we will have to suspend him for a month and put this on the record,” Javed said.

“Suspension, just for knocking over a few shelves?”

“Those shelves hurt real children whose parents, I assume, won’t care that they are going against the clan head,” Javed replied.

“Barely a few scratches, I’m told,” Farhan insisted.

“And trauma of being attacked on campus, which is supposed to be secure for them,” Javed retorted.

Farhan clenched his jaw and glared into Javed’s eyes but Javed did not shrink back. Asif glanced between the two, feeling the tension build up in the air.

“A week of suspension and nothing on the record,” Farhan counteroffered, “This is the most I’m willing to accept.”

Javed considered the offer for a few seconds before saying, “And a written apology.”

“Of course,” Farhan nodded, “It was a pleasure to meet you,” Farhan offered his hand, “I do hope we meet under better circumstances.”

Javed shook his hand, “Me too.”

Farhan led his son out of the office.

“He won’t let this go,” Asif warned Javed.

“His son essentially got a week off for the trouble he caused, he couldn’t ask for a better deal if he tried,” Javed snapped at Asif.

“He will still see it as his loss,” Asif pointed out.

“So do I,” Javed sighed.

Meanwhile, Ishaq walked quietly behind his father, fidgeting with his smartwatch nervously.

“Dad, I-” Ishaq tried to explain himself but Farhan interrupted him.

“Do you know why we lost today?” Farhan asked him.

“Because I attacked Sikandar?”

“No, it’s because you attacked him with witnesses and video evidence that no amount of money or power can brush over.”

“Javed sir is the only one who openly supports him,” Ishaq pointed out.

“And you thought you could get away with it as usual,” Farhan guessed, “Let this be a lesson. Never attack your enemy without a plan.”

“Yes, Dad.”

“By the way, are your lackeys at school today?”

“My friends are waiting in the reception.”

On cue, Ishaq’s followers spotted them at the reception and walked up to them.

“How did it go?” Saad asked Ishaq.

“I got suspended for a week,” Ishaq replied.

“That’s not so bad,” the big-nosed follower said. “I mean, I’m not glad that you got suspended, but…”

“But some of the folks at school are angry at you,” the big-bellied follower said, “This might give them enough time to cool down.”

“Saad, Sameer and Amir right?” Farhan addressed them.

“Yes, sir,” They replied together.

“I have a favour to ask of you, “ Farhan requested, his blue eyes glowing with ill intent, “if I’m right about Sikandar, this might be a game-changer for our clan.”