Green on Black
Summary: AU, Ryo is an exchange student from Japan who moves to New York City; there, he meets the school bad ass...
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Buhahahahaha, hiya. This is my first FAKE fanfic, but certainly not my first Yaoi fanfic. I like doing AU fics because they're fun, but I don't always do them. In this, Ryo is half American and half Japanese. His father, who is the American, wanted him to go to America to find his "American roots". I think that's all I shall tell thee for now. 'Nuff said. Enjoy. ^^ ((Please R&R even if you don't like it.))
To clarify, Ryo is 16 and Dee is 18.
Chapter One: "Butterflies"
Ryo sat silently in the black Suzuki as his father drove him to school. His father had insisted on it, the teenager brushed his fingers through his chestnut blondish hair almost nervously, since he was one to remain calm in most situations. He wondered silently how American school was going to be like. He sighed softly, but his father didn't fail to notice.
"Ryo, you'll do fine. American schools are not as hard as the Japanese schools, you know. Heh, not many will be able to tell that you are oriental, son. You look so American. Not that looking like your mother would be bad..."
Ryo nodded. He couldn't speak nor did he wish to. He didn't know why, but he had cramps and wild butterflies attacking his stomach.
"Here we are. You know, I went to this school when I was around your age..."
The high school was like most high schools were; sorry and trashy. No one was outside, except for late kids and skippers. Obviously, school had just begun...
"C'mon, Randy." His father urged, getting out of the car. Randy was Ryo's American name, yet Ryo preferred to be called Ryo since it was the name most often used.
Ryo slowly got out of the black car, grabbing his backpack with him.
...Oh lord... Ryo thought as he headed towards the school's entrance. He noted that this high school was called "Westside High". How original.
...Westside High? What kind of name is that?... Ryo thought again and shrugged his shoulders. Ryo hoped that that this school wasn't so bad. He had a feeling that he would have a really hard time here. He didn't even know just how right he was...
~*~*~*~*~*~
"DEE! You ass monkey! I will NOT spare you another buck! You owe me, like, two hundred! Go rob a bank or something..." Tommy hissed, swiping Dee's begging hands.
"So? I may be gettin' a job...like...maybe next week maybe." Dee replied, still bugging his friend.
"That's too many 'maybes', Dee."
"Please?"
"No! I'm broke as hell as it is! Go bug Arnon and the rest of the gang, dammit!"
A girl wearing very obvious dress code leaned close to Dee, with a very sultry or slutty look, depending on which way you looked at it. Probably both, even if they both mean the same thing.
"I'll give ya some mula if you do something for me, dearest Dee..." The girl offered.
"I'm not THAT desperate, Diana. Besides, I don't do skanks!" Dee refused, moving away.
"Awww, Dee! You hurt my feelings!" Diana pouted.
"But aren't you a skank, Dee?" Tommy inquired with a grin.
"Oh, come on, I don't even go that low, Tommy boy! Like I said a bazillion times before, she or he has to be equal to me in uber hotness!"
Diana rolled her eyes and left them. Tommy laughed like a hyena on crack. Just to be their usual idiot selves, Tommy and Dee had a fruity slap fest. ((You know, when two guys slap at each other's hands.))
Arnon and the others rolled their eyes. It was just another day in study hall, but it didn't matter at all. Dee always goofed off in all of his classes. It was a miracle that he even had made it to the twelfth grade at all. Because none of his teachers cared, he wore whatever he wanted, even if it was against the school's "code of conduct".
Dee wore a black bandana, a loose black wife beater, black baggy jeans, and black boots. Black sunglasses hid his beautiful emerald green eyes. He wasn't gothic or anything; he just liked the color black. Hell, even if he wore the dorkiest or gayest of clothes, he'd still be uber hot.
Just then, Ryo walked into the classroom. No one seemed to notice him because the class was noisy as hell like there was some kind of riot. Only one person noticed.
Dee fell out of the chair he had been leaning in at the sight of the 'wingless angel'. He sat up briskly, rubbing his head as he stared at the boy who was busy talking to the study hall teacher. Dee studied the boy, looking him up and down, liking what he saw.
This new boy wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans with blue athletic sneakers. Everything screamed "NEAT!" about him, even though his clothes were simple enough as any teenager's. Even so, these clothes were still neat as hell, as if they had been ironed or something. Not a single crinkle, wrinkle, stain, or etc. Perfect guy.
Yet Dee did not fail to notice the new boy's flawless beauty: pale, creamy, but smooth skin, neat chestnut blond hair that begged to be touched, long legs, slender yet slightly muscular build, and black eyes that were the only proof of his Japanese decent.
This boy was tall, but not as tall as Dee. To Dee, this boy was as perfect as any human being could get, which was slightly intimidating. And yet, there was so much mystery to this bishounen boy, so much he knew was there, but didn't know. He found himself longing to know this new boy and so did his hentai side, too. ((Buhahahahaha, Dreamer Dee!))
From even the ten foot distance, Dee could tell by the boy's black eyes that he was Asian. He guessed he was Japanese. He hoped he was right, since to him, all Asians looked the same. He even thought that he had seen a flicker of sadness in the boy, too.
Just as Dee was about to get up to catch his yummy prey, the accursed bell rang. All the kids rushed out the door like there was no tomorrow. Except for Dee and Ryo. Dee edged closer and as he did so, he noticed that the boy was asking for directions, since he was new and he didn't know how to find his classes. Dee grinned. Perfect.
The study hall teacher shrugged, trying to think, but then he saw Dee.
"DEE! You will show this young man where to go. I want you to escort him to all his classes. And if you don't, I swear I'll kick your ass, you dumbass!" ((guess who! yep, the chief!))
Ryo winced, not used to this kind of shouting and rudeness, or whatever it was called.
"Ok, ok! Calm down, you old badger! I'll take very good care of the new kid." Dee rolled his eyes and grabbed Ryo by the arm and led him out, his ears still ringing from Mr. Chief's Shout Fest. He grabbed Ryo's schedule and his eyes scanned over it quickly and he grinned, noticing that Ryo was in most of his classes.
...New kid? I'm not a kid... Ryo thought with a little bit of his usual touchiness. He studied this "Dee" more closely and blushed when green eyes met his own black eyes. For some odd reason, he blushed. And he felt butterflies flutter...
"Hey, you look Asian, at least around the eyes. Are you Japanese or something?"
"Ummm...yeah." Ryo felt uncomfortable by Dee's close presence. Shivers rode down his spine and his body tingled somewhat.
"What's your name?" Dee asked, giving Ryo space again.
"Ryo, Ryo Mclean."
"What grade you in?" Dee asked.
"Ummm...I'm in eleventh grade, I think." Ryo replied timidly, looking away.
"I'm a senior."
"Must be nice." Ryo replied as they walked side by side, ignoring the mixed looks he got from people.
"Nah, it's not that great. It just means I need to get serious next year."
"You're supposed to be serious in school." Ryo scolded, an eyebrow arched. ((Keep in mind that Ryo went to Japanese schools...so yeah...))
"Chill out, buddy. This is America..."
Ryo's face saddened. Dee had just reminded him that he was in a foreign place. A place he already felt he did not belong. He missed Japan already.
"I'm sorry, Ryo. Is it something I said?" Dee asked, not failing to notice the sorrow cast on Ryo's pale face.
"No, it's fine. I'm alright. I just feel a little ill." Ryo said with a sigh.
"You okay? Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"
"No, I'm fine. It's just a stomachache, plus I'm new, remember? First days are always hard..."
"Aw, buddy, you'll be alright now that the Dee Machine is here to protect you!"
Ryo laughed, even if that did sound very corny. He followed Dee and he noticed how Dee would glance at him out of the corner of his green eyes. He tried not to look at Dee. He was nervous. Americans just seemed so...obnoxious and loud...and crazy. And this one was no exception. Still, Dee was being very friendly. Maybe a little too friendly...
Without realizing it, Ryo had been staring at Dee as they walked to his next class. When Dee looked at him, Dee locked gazes with his own wild green eyes. Ryo blushed again, but found he could not look away...
~*~*~*~*~*~
TBC
More Notes: Whoa, that was longer then I had planned! I hope you like! The next chapter should be better, I hope. ^^ Buhahahahaha, JJ and Rose will be in this, too! *grins evilly* Oh and don't worry, Bikky and Carol will, too. We need someone to protect Ryo. Oh and to clarify again, Ryo is 16 and Dee is 18. Well, R&R please. ^^
Summary: AU, Ryo is an exchange student from Japan who moves to New York City; there, he meets the school bad ass...
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Buhahahahaha, hiya. This is my first FAKE fanfic, but certainly not my first Yaoi fanfic. I like doing AU fics because they're fun, but I don't always do them. In this, Ryo is half American and half Japanese. His father, who is the American, wanted him to go to America to find his "American roots". I think that's all I shall tell thee for now. 'Nuff said. Enjoy. ^^ ((Please R&R even if you don't like it.))
To clarify, Ryo is 16 and Dee is 18.
Chapter One: "Butterflies"
Ryo sat silently in the black Suzuki as his father drove him to school. His father had insisted on it, the teenager brushed his fingers through his chestnut blondish hair almost nervously, since he was one to remain calm in most situations. He wondered silently how American school was going to be like. He sighed softly, but his father didn't fail to notice.
"Ryo, you'll do fine. American schools are not as hard as the Japanese schools, you know. Heh, not many will be able to tell that you are oriental, son. You look so American. Not that looking like your mother would be bad..."
Ryo nodded. He couldn't speak nor did he wish to. He didn't know why, but he had cramps and wild butterflies attacking his stomach.
"Here we are. You know, I went to this school when I was around your age..."
The high school was like most high schools were; sorry and trashy. No one was outside, except for late kids and skippers. Obviously, school had just begun...
"C'mon, Randy." His father urged, getting out of the car. Randy was Ryo's American name, yet Ryo preferred to be called Ryo since it was the name most often used.
Ryo slowly got out of the black car, grabbing his backpack with him.
...Oh lord... Ryo thought as he headed towards the school's entrance. He noted that this high school was called "Westside High". How original.
...Westside High? What kind of name is that?... Ryo thought again and shrugged his shoulders. Ryo hoped that that this school wasn't so bad. He had a feeling that he would have a really hard time here. He didn't even know just how right he was...
~*~*~*~*~*~
"DEE! You ass monkey! I will NOT spare you another buck! You owe me, like, two hundred! Go rob a bank or something..." Tommy hissed, swiping Dee's begging hands.
"So? I may be gettin' a job...like...maybe next week maybe." Dee replied, still bugging his friend.
"That's too many 'maybes', Dee."
"Please?"
"No! I'm broke as hell as it is! Go bug Arnon and the rest of the gang, dammit!"
A girl wearing very obvious dress code leaned close to Dee, with a very sultry or slutty look, depending on which way you looked at it. Probably both, even if they both mean the same thing.
"I'll give ya some mula if you do something for me, dearest Dee..." The girl offered.
"I'm not THAT desperate, Diana. Besides, I don't do skanks!" Dee refused, moving away.
"Awww, Dee! You hurt my feelings!" Diana pouted.
"But aren't you a skank, Dee?" Tommy inquired with a grin.
"Oh, come on, I don't even go that low, Tommy boy! Like I said a bazillion times before, she or he has to be equal to me in uber hotness!"
Diana rolled her eyes and left them. Tommy laughed like a hyena on crack. Just to be their usual idiot selves, Tommy and Dee had a fruity slap fest. ((You know, when two guys slap at each other's hands.))
Arnon and the others rolled their eyes. It was just another day in study hall, but it didn't matter at all. Dee always goofed off in all of his classes. It was a miracle that he even had made it to the twelfth grade at all. Because none of his teachers cared, he wore whatever he wanted, even if it was against the school's "code of conduct".
Dee wore a black bandana, a loose black wife beater, black baggy jeans, and black boots. Black sunglasses hid his beautiful emerald green eyes. He wasn't gothic or anything; he just liked the color black. Hell, even if he wore the dorkiest or gayest of clothes, he'd still be uber hot.
Just then, Ryo walked into the classroom. No one seemed to notice him because the class was noisy as hell like there was some kind of riot. Only one person noticed.
Dee fell out of the chair he had been leaning in at the sight of the 'wingless angel'. He sat up briskly, rubbing his head as he stared at the boy who was busy talking to the study hall teacher. Dee studied the boy, looking him up and down, liking what he saw.
This new boy wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans with blue athletic sneakers. Everything screamed "NEAT!" about him, even though his clothes were simple enough as any teenager's. Even so, these clothes were still neat as hell, as if they had been ironed or something. Not a single crinkle, wrinkle, stain, or etc. Perfect guy.
Yet Dee did not fail to notice the new boy's flawless beauty: pale, creamy, but smooth skin, neat chestnut blond hair that begged to be touched, long legs, slender yet slightly muscular build, and black eyes that were the only proof of his Japanese decent.
This boy was tall, but not as tall as Dee. To Dee, this boy was as perfect as any human being could get, which was slightly intimidating. And yet, there was so much mystery to this bishounen boy, so much he knew was there, but didn't know. He found himself longing to know this new boy and so did his hentai side, too. ((Buhahahahaha, Dreamer Dee!))
From even the ten foot distance, Dee could tell by the boy's black eyes that he was Asian. He guessed he was Japanese. He hoped he was right, since to him, all Asians looked the same. He even thought that he had seen a flicker of sadness in the boy, too.
Just as Dee was about to get up to catch his yummy prey, the accursed bell rang. All the kids rushed out the door like there was no tomorrow. Except for Dee and Ryo. Dee edged closer and as he did so, he noticed that the boy was asking for directions, since he was new and he didn't know how to find his classes. Dee grinned. Perfect.
The study hall teacher shrugged, trying to think, but then he saw Dee.
"DEE! You will show this young man where to go. I want you to escort him to all his classes. And if you don't, I swear I'll kick your ass, you dumbass!" ((guess who! yep, the chief!))
Ryo winced, not used to this kind of shouting and rudeness, or whatever it was called.
"Ok, ok! Calm down, you old badger! I'll take very good care of the new kid." Dee rolled his eyes and grabbed Ryo by the arm and led him out, his ears still ringing from Mr. Chief's Shout Fest. He grabbed Ryo's schedule and his eyes scanned over it quickly and he grinned, noticing that Ryo was in most of his classes.
...New kid? I'm not a kid... Ryo thought with a little bit of his usual touchiness. He studied this "Dee" more closely and blushed when green eyes met his own black eyes. For some odd reason, he blushed. And he felt butterflies flutter...
"Hey, you look Asian, at least around the eyes. Are you Japanese or something?"
"Ummm...yeah." Ryo felt uncomfortable by Dee's close presence. Shivers rode down his spine and his body tingled somewhat.
"What's your name?" Dee asked, giving Ryo space again.
"Ryo, Ryo Mclean."
"What grade you in?" Dee asked.
"Ummm...I'm in eleventh grade, I think." Ryo replied timidly, looking away.
"I'm a senior."
"Must be nice." Ryo replied as they walked side by side, ignoring the mixed looks he got from people.
"Nah, it's not that great. It just means I need to get serious next year."
"You're supposed to be serious in school." Ryo scolded, an eyebrow arched. ((Keep in mind that Ryo went to Japanese schools...so yeah...))
"Chill out, buddy. This is America..."
Ryo's face saddened. Dee had just reminded him that he was in a foreign place. A place he already felt he did not belong. He missed Japan already.
"I'm sorry, Ryo. Is it something I said?" Dee asked, not failing to notice the sorrow cast on Ryo's pale face.
"No, it's fine. I'm alright. I just feel a little ill." Ryo said with a sigh.
"You okay? Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"
"No, I'm fine. It's just a stomachache, plus I'm new, remember? First days are always hard..."
"Aw, buddy, you'll be alright now that the Dee Machine is here to protect you!"
Ryo laughed, even if that did sound very corny. He followed Dee and he noticed how Dee would glance at him out of the corner of his green eyes. He tried not to look at Dee. He was nervous. Americans just seemed so...obnoxious and loud...and crazy. And this one was no exception. Still, Dee was being very friendly. Maybe a little too friendly...
Without realizing it, Ryo had been staring at Dee as they walked to his next class. When Dee looked at him, Dee locked gazes with his own wild green eyes. Ryo blushed again, but found he could not look away...
~*~*~*~*~*~
TBC
More Notes: Whoa, that was longer then I had planned! I hope you like! The next chapter should be better, I hope. ^^ Buhahahahaha, JJ and Rose will be in this, too! *grins evilly* Oh and don't worry, Bikky and Carol will, too. We need someone to protect Ryo. Oh and to clarify again, Ryo is 16 and Dee is 18. Well, R&R please. ^^