Author: Beriathwen
Fansom: Beyblade
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor any of its characters. I do, however, own the OC's
Summary: Meet Akira Takamura. A girl with an endlessly amount of bad luck and a tendency to do stupid things. Not a Mary Sue
Chapter 1
The sun shone through the window illuminating the sea of clothes and other articles which had miracously found their way down to the floor. Lying in a worn out bed was a girl in her late teens, completely unaware of the alarm that was screeching in a futile attempt to wake her. It succeeded, however, in waking every other member in the household.
She grunted and rolled over; burying her head between the pillow and the covers, refusing to be woken by the little, but extremely annoying, object on her nightstand. Shortly after, snores began to erupt from beneath the covers as the girl had fallen asleep.
Her happiness did not last as her bedroom door flung open and a figure strode in with a wild gleam in his eyes directed at the alarm clock. He waded through the mess on the floor, cursed loudly as his foot made contact with a steel box and grabbed the annoying mechanical item. A morbid grin appeared on his face before he hurled the cursed object out the window and laughed in triumph as the screeching faded away before a small thump was heard and the clock gave one more piercing shriek before admitting defeat. He turned around and glared at the person he deemed guilty for ruining his sleep. The girl appeared from beneath the covers and shot him an unimpressed glare.
"Akira Amelia Shayenne Montgomery Takamura!" he snarled.
"Charles Adam Gregorovic Mont..." she stopped abruptly in what would be a long speech on personal space before her head shot to her right at an amazing speed, her eyes roaming the nightstand for her long gone alarm clock. "What's the time?" She asked feebly, images of said clock being thrown out the window entering her mind.
"It's 7.45 in the fucking morning, that's what it is" Charles growled. "And I'm not supposed to be up for another three god dam…" He was cut off, as his sister, in an impressing show of speed, was up and about in less than three seconds, her eyes roaming the room with barely controlled panic.
"Why didn't anybody wake me?! This is so not cool!" Akira shrieked as she tried to maneuver through the cyclone zone that was her room. She rummaged through the piles of clothes in an attempt to find something remotely suitable for the first day of school and failed badly. She ended up with the first articles of clothing that her hands could find and proceeded to strip out of the boxer and wife beater she had been wearing as a pajama.
"What the hell are you doing! I do not want to watch my sister strip!" Charles screamed and disappeared from her room cursing under his breath. Akira rolled her eyes as she warred with her pants, trying not to get her foot tangled up in one of the many holes that adorned said piece of clothing. She threw on the Flogging Molly t-shirt she had snatched from one of her brother's closet a few days ago and ran out of the room, only to run back and fetch her backpack.
She ran down the stairs, three steps at the time, rounded the corner and found herself in scrambles on the floor as she had collided with the firm chest of Rufus Montgomery. Curses and other obscenities escaped her mouth as she tried to untangle herself from her backpack.
"In a hurry?" Her father asked in an amused tone, staring down at her through the blond hair that fell messily into his eyes.
"No, I just happened to wake up with an exceptional amount of energy, OF COURSE I'M IN A HURRY! SCHOOL STARTS IN LESS THAN TWENTY MINUTES!" she bellowed as she sped past a laughing Rufus and towards the hallway. She jumped into her sneakers, grabbed the first leather jacket she could find and disappeared through the door with a hysterical 'I'm so fucking late'.
Her father stood snickering behind, holding the wallet that had fallen out of her backpack after their little encounter.
"You're pure evil, you know that" Charles said as he approached his father, nibbling on a muffin.
"I know" Rufus answered, an evil smirk adorning his face. "And thus the heir to the Mizura clan disappeared into the sunset, as calm as ever" he said as they heard the screeching of tires, honking and an angry Akira yelling at an unlucky pedestrian that happened to be in her way.
Charles stared at him with an expression of utter disbelief and exasperation before he walked away muttering "and we're supposed to be related".
"At least I didn't throw an alarm clock out the window five minutes ago" Rufus answered innocently, walking away. Two seconds later a half eaten muffin found its way to the back of his head.
Akira sped down the road weaving past cars that were not even remotely close to her choice of speed. She slowed down as she got closer to the main road and dared herself a look in the mirror. She wished she had not done so a second later. Her blonde hair hung messily in her face and her green eyes were drawn due to the lack of sleep. The clothes she had put on were not something to be proud of either. Her washed out blue jeans were barely alive, only sticking together by the seams. It had been colored in brown and green after a football match the Takamura family had had three days prior. She sighed. Growing up as the only girl in a family of three brothers and a crazy father was not easy.
Rufus had lost his wife, Chi Takamura, eight years ago in a car crash. The incident had nearly ruined the family when Rufus' only way of coping with the loss was working harder than ever, thus leaving his children to grieve alone. Luckily his mother in law, Kira Takamura, a woman that was almost as crazy as him, had literally beaten some of the common sense back into him and he accepted the responsibility as a parent.
He had worked in the army which made the Takamura family moving every other year. He had now quit his well paid job as an engineer in the army, to follow his dream and become a mechanic and open his own workshop. And so the family ended up in a normal, quiet suburban neighborhood; though Akira had a feeling the peace and quiet would not last with her family and their antics. They had already gotten several hateful glares and muttering was always heard when they were seen in their garden or at the mall. Obviously the word had spread.
Akira dared another look in the mirror and sighed. This would not be a good day.
She had inherited most of her looks from her father. The blonde hair, green eyes and extremely pale complection was what described Akira best. Akira and her twin brother Takashi.
'Takashi was luckier with his look than I was' she thought.
They looked very much alike. Both had a rather pointy chin and high cheek bones, though Akira's face was rounder than Takashi's. This was because she had inherited his father's physique. She had more muscles than the average girls, which was not unexpected growing up being the only girl in the house. While Takashi was tall and lean, Akira was of average height and had the body of a boxer.
'They never had to defend themselves from their insane father and his antics' the eighteen year old scoffed. Takashi had inherited their mother's physique. He practically looked like a god with his wavy golden hair, piercing green eyes and an ever present smile.
'Speaking of smiles' Akira thought and rummaged through her backpack, searching for the gum she knew she had bought not too long ago. With a bark of triumph she stuffed two mint flavored gums into her mouth to get rid of her horrible morning breath.
Apparently her stomach caught onto the fact that something had been put in her mouth and roared. She continued her rummaging, becoming more and more frantic until she remembered the evil glint in her father's eyes. She froze for a second before a shriek of fury erupted from her mouth as she realized her wallet with her money in it now was currently placed unprotected in her father's hands.
It was a normal day at Thornton High School. Students were chatting happily with their friends and catching up with those they had not seen since the school ended two months ago. The chatting was suddenly interrupted by the screeching of tires and honking from a car horn. Suddenly a black Audi TT emerged from the street and swerved into the parking lot, its tires spinning and smoke erupting from the burned rubber. Inside was a girl, waving frantically at the bystanders trying to get them to move. They did so without hesitation, as the obviously insane girl somehow managed to park the car perfectly between a Volvo Xc90 and a BMW x5.
'I ought to get a standing applause for that one' Akira thought as she breathed out a breath she did not know she was holding. She squinted through the smoke to get a closer look at her new school. It was a two stories brick building with two large wings on each side. It was considerably smaller than the previous schools she had attended, something that would be to her advantage considering she had about as much sense of direction as a deaf bat.
Her father had shown her the way to school every day since she came back from New York by dragging her down the streets, earning disapproving looks from their new neighbors. Oddly enough, none of them had brought them welcome cookies yet.
Akira turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. She cursed and leaned back in to grab her backpack, turned around and let out a shriek of horror. Glaring at her was a human being that looked like a combination of a drag queen and ebenezer scrooge.
High cheek bones, grey skin and an extremely pointy chin gave the impression of looking at someone who had recently returned from the grave. A thin long nose emerged from between its eyes and below it, a thin pair of lips painted in purple was drawn back into a sneer, cold small eyes glaring at her through the mane of blonde hair that was cut into an odd bowl shape.
"What on earth do you think you are doing to my parking lot?" it growled.
"Getting to school in time?" Akira answered feebly, not knowing what to expect from this extraordinary person.
"…nearly hitting the students, ruining the pavement and almost smashing into two cars!"
the shrill voice of vice principal Crowler made Akira wince. Her grand entry had ended abruptly as she had been dragged across the parking lot by the angry vice principal she mistook for an androgynous. She was too shocked to have any reaction whatsoever to the sporadic act of dominance, which was probably a good thing lest she wanted to be expelled from the school before even entering a classroom.
As she was hauled towards the school she had spotted her two brothers in the sea of students giving her a look she knew all too well. They were never going to let her forget about this. Jaden would rather stick his head in a toilet than give up a chance to annoy his little sister.
Jaden was Rufus' second child. He was one year younger than Charles and two years older than Akira and Takashi. He would be a charming creature with messy brown hair and green eyes, if he had not ruined the image a few years ago by joining the soccer team. He was now officially a jock, a dream come true to all the cheerleaders.
"…could have been seriously injured, something that I would not tolerate! You are an irresponsible child! This school does not accept such reckless driving at our property! I will tell you that…" Crowler ranted as he paced back and forth in his small office. Akira stifled a yawn as she studied the dungeon that was Crawler's office. The room was slightly bigger than an average broom cupboard and she had the distinct impression of being in the Twilight Zone.
It had a red wall to wall carpet which had not been cleaned in decades. The painting on the walls had peeled off but several spots of lime green gave hints of what its previous color had been.
Adorning the walls were various pieces of art, all containing clashing colors and various shapes of what appeared to be different types of fish. The futon she was sitting on was moth eaten and smelled like someone had stuffed a large piece of cheese under one of its cushions some time ago. To complete the picture of eeriness was the tall vice principal clad in a purple velvet suit. Pink ruffles came out of the sleeves, making his long spider fingers even more prominent. And he was less than pleased with his new student.
"…vandalism of the school's property! What do you have to say for yourself?" his face had turned into an ugly shade of pink sometime during his ranting and a vein was throbbing aggressively on his forehead.
"Well!" his high pitched voice finally reached Akira's ears and she snapped out of her daze. She gave the vice principal an unimpressed glare and straightened up.
"For your information I was not even close to hitting any students. Most of them have been grazed with enough intelligence to move out of the way when a two tons piece of metal is hurtling towards them" she deadpanned. "as for the speed, I was in a hurry and nearly drove past the school, hence my dramatic entrance. And I did not vandalize the school's properties in any way. I did not hit anything or anyone nor did I put anyone's life in danger. I was in complete control. Furthermore it was still five minutes the school started, so I have no reason to be in here" she ranted stubbornly.
Crowler glared at her and took a deep breath. "You did not vandalize the school's properties in any way? There are black marks in my parking lot, and they were not there yesterday!" he breathed, his nostrils flaring dangerously.
Akira stared at him as if he had grown two more heads. Who in their right mind became this agitated over a couple of burn marks? It was not as if the pavement would be clean and shiny forever, they were stepped on every day! Only God knew where the shoes had been before making contact with this holy ground.
"I will let you go with a warning, seeing as it is your first day and you have not been introduced to the rules yet" he continued, deflating slightly. "But I assure you, you will do wisely by avoiding my office" he looked her up and down a frown and slight disgust replacing the sneer. "I am a very respected man in this school. You will probably find some of our rules somewhat… odd, but I assure you they are there for the student's well-being. I did not get this job for my looks" Akira snorted and mumbled "If you did I am wondering what was wrong with whomever that hired you". The vice president did not seem to notice Akira's comment as he ploughed on.
"…school is known for its accuracy and fairness towards its students. The uniforms were recently banned, but that does not mean that you can dress in whatever you like" he stopped his well rehearsed speech for a moment to give Akira's outfit an unimpressed glance. He opened his mouth for a second and frowned "Did you not receive the folder we sent you? It contained the main rules and regulations of this school."
"No I haven't seen it. Chances are my father threw it, mistaking it for a flyer or some kind of advertisement." Akira mused, finally grateful that his father blatantly threw away everything he thought was propaganda against free will. Crowler did not seem to agree with Rufus, judging by the look he was giving Akira.
"Akira Amelia" Akira winced. No one used her middle name. Ever. "I have heard through the grapevine that your childhood have been somewhat different from other children, hence your aggressive and rude behavior" Akira's head shot up and she fought the urge to glare at the man.
"Yes, I received a phone call last night from your last headmistress. A truly charming and delightful woman" The words 'charming' and 'delightful' were the last words Akira would use to describe her previous headmistress.
Of all the foul teachers and principals she had had at the many schools she had attended, Mrs. Lorelei Jenkins was by far the worst. She was a squat, round woman with a bosom the size of a watermelon. She had a frightening way of suddenly appear behind you whenever you were talking about her or doing something illegal. This Akira knew from personal experience. She had been in Mrs. Jenkins office so many times that she knew the exact number of tiles on the floor.
"She told me of your radical behavior and the many fights you had started" Akira opened her mouth to contradict the unfair statement, but Crowler stopped her by raising his hand.
"I know this must be hard to hear from someone you have never met before, but I believe that you are not to be blamed for your antics. It is your father's fault for working too much and moving from place to place every other year. It is unfair to never allow a child to stay at one place and make friends." Akira could do nothing but gape.
Akira knew that she was far from perfect. She had a mouth that spewed out insults left and right because of her lack of filter between her brain and mouth.
Her mother's aunt had on several occasions tried to teach Akira manners and common sense, but was told to leave her alone when Akira had complained to her father that she had tried to brainwash her and fill her head with nonsense.
She took responsibility when she had done something wrong, something both her parents had taught her. They had never protected her from the wrath of the teachers her when she had pulled a prank at school or defended her when she was to be punished for a fight she had started.
She was stubborn as hell and refused to be bullied around, something she gotten in trouble for more than once.
Her father was far from normal, she could agree with that, but he was not responsible for all the wrong decisions Akira had made.
"This is why I am advising you to see a psychologist" There was a long pause, in which Crowler stared expectantly at Akira while she did a remarkably good imitation of a fish, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Crowler had managed to take 'crazy' to a whole other level with just one sentence. Had she not been so shocked she would have almost been impressed.
"wha, I, no" she spluttered completely baffled by the outcome of the conversation.
"Yes I can imagine that this is hard for you. Growing up in a family with only boys and no motherly figure to guide you through your teens was bound to make you rebel in one way or another. But I understand perfectly, it is your call for help" he continued giving her a look of mock sympathy.
"We have some exce…"
"Now wait just a second!" she interrupted, some of her stubbornness and pride returning. "My father is an excellent man and parent. He has raised four kids on his own for eight years, and did a hell of a job too! He still does! and as for a 'motherly figure', as you so eloquently put it, I never needed one. My father was perfectly able to explain everything I needed to know, including menstruation." The ugly pink flush returned to Crowler's face and Akira couldn't help but feel a little proud. "He would happily put on a dress, high heels and wear makeup if that was what it took for me to feel comfortable with my gender. And I do not call for help. I do stupid things, none of them being my father's fault. And the charming and delightful woman you spoke to over the phone last night, is trying her best to make my life a living hell, so far succeeding too! You would make an excellent couple, seeing as she lacks grace and femininity while you are wearing lipstick and have pink ruffles coming out of your sleeves on your suit! I wouldn't be surprised if you were the kind of kid that dressed up like Madonna at halloween" she came to an abrupt halt as she realized what she had just said and her face flushed.
Crowler was clenching his fists and breathing heavily in barely controlled anger. The vein on his forehead had reappeared throbbing more than ever and his eyes were narrowed into two slits.
"Detention, three o'clock this afternoon" he whispered, his voice trembling.
Akira stood up, glared at her vice principal and stalked out of the room, slamming the door on her way out. This was not how she had imagined she would spend the majority of her first day of school. The secretary glared at her over her glasses, but said nothing. The bell chimed and she could hear the tramping of students. She glanced at the clock hanging over the secretary's desk realizing she had been in there for a good three hours and that it was probably lunch time by now. She sighed and trudged out of the waiting room hoping to find a sign the size of a car telling her where the cafeteria was.
The cafeteria was buzzing with life when she entered. Students were running back and forth between the tables, kidding and joking with their friends. Her eyes roamed the room, trying to localize her brothers in the sea of students.
The cafeteria was a large room painted in simple white. To her right were the lunch line and a salad bar. In the far right corner she caught sight of a vending machine, a long line of students in front of it.
The tables were placed randomly around the room, sometimes two and three put together to fit some of the bigger cliques. She noticed that teacher's table was placed in the middle of the room, its inhabitants looking around with obvious malcontent at the chaos the students made.
She had no luck finding until her brother until she noticed the frantic waving of a blonde haired boy in the corner of her eye. Takashi was practically jumping up and down in the effort of getting her attention. She waved back and started towards the table.
While making her way through the mass of students she had the distinct feeling of being watched. She looked around and realized that the chaos of voices had been replaced by silent muttering. She sighed, realizing she was the new topic of today's gossip. The other kids followed her with their eyes, putting their heads together whispering and pointing. The blonde had a sudden urge to yell that she was not a celebrity and that a picture would last longer but refrained from doing so.
"So, how did it go? You've been in there for nearly four hours" Takashi asked as she plopped into the chair between her brother and a blue haired boy.
"Horrible doesn't even cover half of it" she moaned, putting her head in her hands. He chuckled and gave her a comforting clap on her back. She sat back up and gave Takashi a questioning gaze. There were four other boys at the table and they were all staring at here with various degrees of mirth.
"That was the most interesting arrival I have ever been witness to" the blue haired kid she sat next to said and reached out his arm. She studied it warily as if it would suddenly attack her before taking up on his offer and shook hands
"I'm Tyson"
"Akira, Takashi's intelligent half" she answered with a smirk, earning a swat to her head from her brother.
"Yeah, I know" Tyson grinned and winked. She noticed that he was Asian. His crazy blue hair was somewhat tamed by the NY cap he wore. He had black earrings and a pierced brow and way he looked at her with awe gave the distinct feeling that he was not a big fan of rules.
"He hasn't been able to talk about anything else since you were dragged off by Crowler. I think you're his hero" a blonde haired boy chuckled. He had innocent blue eyes and dimples, making him look like one of the most innocent boys she had seen so far.
"I'm Max" he too reached out his arm. "That's Rei" he gestured towards a Chinese boy. He had jet black hair and almost yellow eyes that reminded Akira of a cat. Rei settled with a simple salute before he continued to stare at a couple of girls that were giggling a few tables away.
"And that's Kenny, but we all call him Chief" Max finished. The 'Chief' was a lanky boy with tussled brown hair and glasses. He nodded at her before returning to the computer he balanced on his knees, a frown of deep concentration on his face.
"It's uh… nice to meet y'all" Akira said, giving an unsure wave. Usually her brother's friends would avoid her like the plague after they had told them how crazy she was. Max and Tyson chuckled.
"Takashi told us it was not unusual for you to make a grand entrance first day of school. He said it's something he looks forward to every year" Tyson grinned, flashing a thumbs-up sign. Akira glared at her brother and he grinned awkwardly.
"That's because no one bothers to wake me up" she gave Takashi another glare. "Apparently I try to kill them in my sleep whenever they try"
"Speaking of which, how did you manage to get here in time" Takashi asked. "When I peered into your room this morning you were snoring like a pig" the boys chuckled and Akira gave him an unimpressed glance.
"Charles threw my alarm clock out the window" she replied. He chuckled and took a bite of his sandwich.
She looked at Takashi's sandwich as her stomach howled and she yanked it out of his hands before he managed to take a second bite.
"fank oo'" she grinned, chewing happily.
"No problem" her brother answered feebly, clearly mourning the loss of his chicken sandwich.
"Well, let's not waste any time! I'm gonna need my energy for later" Tyson said and started to shuffle his food into his mouth with an almost frightening enthusiasm.
"wo'?" he exclaimed when he noticed the disgusted looks he received from the others sitting around the table. Akira was impressed that he managed to make any sound at all, with the amount of food in his mouth.
Rei shook his head. He had diverted his attention back to his friends as the girls had joined a gang of jocks out of the cafeteria. He looked at Akira and smiled.
"So, how was your first impression of Vice President Crowler?"
"Well, at first I mistook him for an androgynous because of the makeup, but then I realized that he was just a woman in a man's body" Akira said. "I know a few people I could introduce him to, in case he decides to, you know. Take the big step" she was rudely interrupted as Tyson sprayed food all over the table, earning disgusted looks by his spectators. He coughed as if his life depended on it, helped by Max who slapped him on the back, while laughing silently. Kenny had managed to save his computer from Tyson's sudden urge to adorn the table with his half chewed lunch, by jumping from his seat in a speed Akira thought impossible. He gave Tyson a glare worthy of remembrance before sitting back down, his chair pulled away at a safe distance in case Tyson should repeat the exercise.
"I see that Tyson has decided to share his lunch with us again?"
Akira turned around to identify the owner of the voice. It was a petite girl with short, extremely tousled purple hair. She had clear brown eyes which glinted with mischief and a lip ring. She wore a black tank top with the idiom 'shit happens' in white under a purple jacket. Her black tulle skirt was adorned with safety pins and buttons which matched the chains on her combat boots. She looked at Akira and gave her a wolfish grin.
"I'm Miriam" the girl said. "And you are the new stunt woman at Thornton High, I presume"
"That's right. Car racing, jumping off rooftops and crashing face first into a brick wall on a skate board is my specialty" Akira grinned, playing along.
Miriam laughed, grabbed a nearby chair and sat down next to Akira.
"Did you enjoy your visit with the count?" she asked while she tried to steal one of Rei's muffins. He swatted away her hand and drew his lunch closer, as if protecting it from other potential threats when he saw the longing look on Tyson's face.
"Excuse me?"
"She means the vice principal" Max explained. "She thinks he looks like Count Dracula"
"He does!" the Miriam exclaimed sending Max a disappointed glare.
"I guess he does look a little undead" Akira laughed
"Didn't you think he looked like an androgynous?" Kenny asked silently
"Yeah, well, that too. Or better yet, a vampire drag queen!" the group continued to make fun of the vice principal and Miriam told Akira of how many times she had been in Crowler's office. Akira was in the middle of explaining one of her favorite facial expressions on Crowler's face (of the ones she had seen so far) when she felt a bony hand clutching her shoulder painfully hard.
"Akira Amelia" an all too familiar voice said. The girl in question scrunched up her face as if in thought before answering in a mock polite voice.
"Yes, Satan?"
She turned around and met the gold glare of vice principal Crowler.
"Oh, I'm sorry" she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands in fake shock. "I mistook you for someone else"
"Obviously" he snarled, his grip on her shoulder tightening. She glared up at him in defiance, waiting for him to haul her back to his office. She noticed that the cafeteria was completely silent, the students watching the scene quietly.
"Here is your detention note. Make sure it does not slip your mind" he gave her shoulder one last squeeze before stalking off towards the teacher's table. The entire cafeteria exploded with murmurs as she turned back to her lunch mates.
"I have a feeling this school year is going to be extremely interesting" Miriam said with glee and patted Akira patriotically on the back. Tyson had stopped mid-chew while watching the scene and was now hollering happily, spraying bits of his lunch at Rei who muttered obscenities before smacking his friend, making Tyson spray the food in his mouth over the table all over again. The others groaned simultaneously, complaining about Tyson's incapability to keep his food in his mouth.
'yes, it is going to be an extremely interesting year' Akira thought, as she watched Miriam chase Tyson around the cafeteria to the cheering of the other students.
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