© Sunrisepainter: STOLZ
Title: STOLZ*
Fandom: Gokusen 2
Genre: School, Romance
Language: English
Author: Sunrisepainter
Raiting: K+
Plot: Tomboy Cathleen (called Cat) just moved from England to Tokyo. She's still in middle school, but soon she'll meet some real high school guys...and they are delinquents!
STOLZ
by Sunrisepainter
Prologue
There were a bunch of guys lingering around in the street in front of a drugstore. It was around ten o'clock in the evening and they were really bored. There was nothing to do and they did not want to do the same stuff everyday.
"Oi, do you see that chick?", suddenly one of them piped up. A little bored the others followed his pointing finger and were surprised when they saw the girl on the other side of the street. Some of them whistled.
"Whoa, she's really somethin' special!"
"Nice body!"
She was indeed pretty. She was tall. Her long, slender legs were showing through her pink hot pants. Her curves were just in the right places and her long natural blond hair went up to her waist.
"I've decided: I'm gonna do her", the leader of the group smirked and threw his cigarette away. He put his hands in his pocket and slowly went over to the girl.
Coming closer he saw that even her face was pretty. Her facial features were quite fine and her eyes had an emerald green color. She was obviously a foreigner.
"Hello", he tried to say in his best English. He wanted to impress her.
She looked up to him but did not return his smile. Instead, her expression was very indifferent and passed him as if he was invisible.
"Where you go?", it took him some time to form this sentence. But she still did not bother to answer or even look at him. Unfortunately he was not one of the patient kind of guys.
"Oi, you stupid bitch, why are you ignoring me? I tried to be nice but you're so stuck up just because you're a little cute!", he switched back to Japanese.
He went after her and gripped her. She stopped and starred at his hand on her wrist.
"If you can't understand me then I just have to make you understand", he pulled tried to pull her into an alleyway, but she did not move an inch. He stopped. What was going on? Normally girls were easily dragged along by him.
"I understand you just perfectly", he heard her say and shivers went down his spine. Her voice was unusually dark and cold.
"You speak Japanese?", he asked in surprise. She did not answer.
"So, if you can understand me, that makes everything easier", the smirk went back to his face, "so let's go somewhere and have a good time together. I'll show you around a little."
"Let go", she whispered and there was a dangerous undertone.
"What did ya say?"
"I would appreciate it if you would let go of me now", as she looked right into his eyes. He felt as if a cold wind was just blowing into his face.
"It is for your own sake", she added coldly.
"Come on, don't be so feisty. I'm a really nice guy", he laughed, but soon regretted it after he felt a sharp pain in his neck. In less then two seconds he was down on his knees, and she landed another punch on his chin. He was seeing stars and wondered how such a fragile girl could be so damn strong.
"Bastard, don't fuck with me again!", she spit out and flipped back her long hair.
"Who the hell are you, little bitch?", he gasped. A sweet smile formed on her lips as she stepped on his chest which made him fall on his back.
"My name is Wataya Cathleen and I'm the nightmare of every guy, got it?"
Cathleen "Cat" Wataya had always been different from other girls her age. She was a half blood and a real beauty. She had the facial features of her father, a Japanese, and the body size, hair and eyes from her mother, an English lady.
Cat was born in Japan, but when she was three years old her family moved to London. Her mother came from a very wealthy family. However, after she married a Japanese she was disowned by her cruel father. Cat did not know the details of this story, but she knew that her parents had some really hard times when she was little. Her father had opened a small shop for Asian food but soon it had to close down. While he took care of his daughter and did the chores, his wife was really successful in her work. She started as a simple secretary and later became the CEO of her own firm.
Cat was already used to the unusual constellation of her family. Her mother was a cold and liberated business woman that brought home a lot of money, and her dad was...well...a houseman. He was warm and kind and very good at cooking. Instead of her mother who was always working, he took care of his daughter.
Cathleen had always been a clever and independent girl. She was affected by her mothers coldness and embarrassed of her fathers behavior. She seldom brought one of her school mates home, because she was scared of being made fun of, if someone found out that her father always wore frilly aprons and made little cakes for his daughter. Cat was very pampered by her dad and maybe that was the reason why she became like this. A cool tomboy that was strong, good at fighting and did not want anyone to tell her what to do. Her teachers were always worrying about her. Although she had good grades and was pretty intelligent for her age, she was always in trouble and often beat up the boys in her class. Her dad, Mr. Wataya, did not mind her behavior at all. He often told her that he loved her just as she was and that he was very proud of her. He even gave her the nickname "Cat".
Her mother, Mrs Wataya, on the other side was not pleased at all. She wanted her daughter to be a calm and soft girl that behaved like a little lady. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Cat did not get along with her.
All in all, they were a strange little family. And because her mother was the "leader" they had to follow her to Japan. She wanted to open a new branch of her firm in Tokyo and so her daughter and her husband had no other choice as to come along with her. Well, Cat and her father did not mind at all. Although they just wanted to stay for a year, they were quite excited. Mr. Wataya already started to miss his home country and Cat wanted to know more about her Japanese roots. Her dad often told her a lot of stories about this country that she could not remember at all. Of course she spoke Japanese perfectly but she did not know a lot about the culture itself.
She was fourteen years old now and wanted to see the world. She would go to a new school, get to know new people and a lot of other fun things. When they first arrived at the airport she was more then excited. Well, but now...
After three days in a new town, that seemed to be even bigger, noisier and dirtier than London, she was a little disappointed. Everyone starred at her because she looked differently. She felt like an exotic animal that they saw for the first time. It was strange.
And then these terrible boys that looked like thugs! They seemed to be everywhere she went. Her father told her not to go out alone at this hour but she could not help herself and sneak out at night. Mr. Wataya often seemed to forget that his daughter was much stronger than other girls of fourteen.
Cat looked down on the boy on the floor. Yes, she was different. She was not only a pretty face but also pretty strong and pretty clever. She chuckled.
The flirtatious guy gave her a strange look. He was confused. At first that girl looked like a snow princess, then she became a hot headed tomboy and now she was on the way of becoming insane.
He jumped back on his feed and secretly took his leave. But Cat already forgot about him.
She pushed some strands of her wild hair out of her face and skipped on one leg along the pavement. She was on her way to the nearby drugstore to get some ice cream. It was still warm outside. The summer would be over soon and then she would start school in Japan. She was excited for it was her last year being a middle school kid. In the following year she would finally be a high school girl. But for now she wanted to enjoy her last summer as being a child.
Her father had promised her to bring her to one of these summer festivals. She often heard him telling her about it and always wanted to try it herself. Mr. Wataya even wanted her to wear a kimono but she immediately refused to this. She could not stand any kind of dresses and skirts. It had always been hard on her that she had to wear a skirt as her school uniform. But even in Japan she knew that she could not avoid this.
"What a bummer", she mumbled, "sometimes I wish I was a boy."
End of Prologue.
*"STOLZ":
The title is the German word for "pride".