A Lover of a Fighter

I do not own Azumanga Daioh. I own Kazuhiro Okami. 'Nuff said.

Ch.1: The One with the Guy on the Chopper.

The streets are alive with activity. The new school year is beginning and everyone is

excited. But dozens of heads turn in curiosity towards the roadway as a roaring sound

catches their attention. A small blue bicycle rode along the street, its rider not distracted

by whatever had everyone else's attention. The rider was none other than Ms. Yukari and

she was still fuming about her bike and its constant malfunctions. She pulled over as the

crowds thinned out. She leaned over her bike, snarling. "OK, what's the damn problem

now?" She fumed. But when she turned around, she was in complete shock at what

greeted her eyes. A shining burgundy and black 1953 Indian Chief motorcycle roared

down the road past her. Her jaw almost hit the floor at its beauty in the bright summer

sun. The gas tank and chassis seemed to glow vibrantly, as if surrounded by an aura of golden sun. The ancient beauty's rider was dressed in a typical male school uniform, also bearing a black leather biker's jacket and a black TapOut baseball cap with the words "American Arrogant" printed on the back. He smiled and gunned the throttle.

"My name is Kazuhiro Okami. But most of my friends call me Kaz or Kazu. I'm 16 years old and going into 2nd year here in Tokyo. I wasn't born here, though. I was born and raised in America. Denver, Colorado to be exact. I moved here when I was 8 with my mother and still love this old city. Oh, you're wondering about the bike? It has been passed down in my family since my dad got it as an award for his work in the U.S. Marines. Sure, she's old as dirt and has some mechanical issues, but I love her to death and she's always treated me well. I had Class 4 last year with Mr. Kimura. (shudders) I tell you, when the year ended, I was one frayed nerve away from high kicking him right in the mouth! Did I mention I hold black belts in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Muay Thai kickboxing? Yeah, it's kinda my job. I'm a mixed-martial artist. You know, like one of those UFC guys. A lot of the others who have seen my fights call me the "American Kamikaze". Don't really know why, but it kinda stuck. So "American Kamikaze" I will always be. But when I'm not training, I'm playing video games... Crap, I'm late! Better put my foot to the floor!"

Kazuhiro pulled into a small parking spot, flipped down the kickstand and walked out to where the class lists were at. Something passed in the corner of his eye as he walked along. A little girl with red hair trotted along past him, her pigtails bouncing away.

"I still remember the first time I ever met Chiyo-chan. She was 11 years old but didn't look a day over 5. I didn't know it at the time, but she was some kind of child prodigy."

Kazuhiro made his way through the throngs of people. He finally reached the lists and slowly looked them over. "Hmmm… Not in Class 2." He said to himself. He scanned the next list. He followed the list of names down until, much to his delight, his name appeared not far from the bottom of the Class 3 list. "Alright, cool." Suddenly the little girl from earlier appeared next to him. "Hey, you have Ms. Yukari too?" She said cheerfully. Kazuhiro looked down at her. "Uh…Yeah, I guess." He responded. She looked up at him, glaring. "Well, my name is Chiyo Mihama, and I'm not a little girl! I'm a second year high school student!" She shouted. Kazuhiro raised one eyebrow. "Oh. So you're the Chiyo-chan I've heard so much about. They say you're some kind of super-genius." He responded. Chiyo laughed. "Yep! That's me!" She giggled. She looked up at him again. "Say, what's your name?" She asked politely. Kazuhiro turned to her. "Well, I'm Kazuhiro Okami. My friends call me Kaz." He answered. Chiyo's face lit up. "Well, Mr. Kazuhiro. Do you want to have lunch with me and my friends?" Kazuhiro smiled. "OK, sounds good." He said warmly. Chiyo's smile probably would have gone right off her face. She grabbed Kazuhiro's hand and dragged him off. "Come on, let's go!" She cried. Kazu was at a loss for words, so just followed in haste.

"The first time I came into Ms. Yukari's classroom, it didn't seem much different than my old classes. But there was a lack of Kimaru here, so I was happy enough. God, I hated that guy. Little did I know these next two years would be the weirdest, yet most fun, of my life. And I would never be more scared for my life, or anyone else's"

As Kazuhiro entered, Chiyo led him to a group of girls standing in the back of the classroom. Chiyo laughed a little. "Hey everyone, this is Mr. Kazuhiro!" She giggled. Kazu waved timidly. "But my friends call me Kaz." He pointed out. Chiyo giggled again. "Well, this is Ms. Tomo." She said. Tomo jumped up and pulled in right next to him. "Hey…how are you?" She batted her eyelids. Another girl, this one with light brown hair and glasses, dragged her off. Kazuhiro laughed a little.

"My first meeting with Tomo Takino was…interesting. She was, undoubtedly, the most hot-wired person I've ever met. Still a fun girl, but what does she EAT? Pure sugar?"

Chiyo giggled loudly. "And that's Ms. Yomi." She pointed to the one with glasses. She smiled and waved. Kazu waved back cheerfully.

"Of all the new people I met that day, Yomi was the one I had, and still have, the most respect for. She seemed the only mature one in that entire train wreck of humanity. And she didn't have a bad figure either. That doesn't hurt. She's a little weight conscious, but what teenage girl isn't?"

Then, Kazu looked over to his right. What he saw took him aback a little. A tall girl with violet hair going all the way down her back sat alone, staring out the window. Kazu tapped Chiyo on the shoulder. "Who's that?" He asked quietly. Chiyo smiled. "Oh, that's Ms. Sakaki!"

"Sakaki was really something else. There was just something about her that just stunned me. She's really shy and soft spoken, though. But I would find her to really be an amazing person as well.."

Kazu just smiled when she slightly turned her head. She didn't respond. Just looked back out the window. Suddenly, she was greeted by a short girl with a kind of spaced look. Kazu was a little dumbstruck at first. Chiyo turned around quickly and hugged her. "Ms. Osaka!" She giggled. Kazu just raised an eyebrow.

"Her real name is Ayumu, but for some reason everyone calls her Osaka. I've never been to Osaka myself, so I really don't know much. She does have a tendency to space out, and when she does, it is nothing short of DEEP SPACE. NASA couldn't find her brain even if they tried."

Osaka just gave him a blank look and waltzed away towards Tomo and Yomi. Suddenly, someone else busted into the room. She was almost identical to Yomi in height, but had shorter hair and a really deep tan. She turned to look and Kazuhiro and her face lit up. Kazu turned and saw her. The smile on his face was from ear to ear when he recognized her. "KAGURA!!" Kazuhiro shouted. She smiled even wider. "KAZI!!" She shouted back. The two locked in an embrace that no-one could break. They split and laughed out loud. "Long time, no see bud!" She said. Kazu smiled. "So, what's up? I haven't seen you in 56,000 years!" He laughed.

"Kagura and I have been best friends since I first moved here to Tokyo. She's a really talented athlete and an incredible swimmer. She's definitely a lot of fun to be around, no lie. To be honest, she's the closest thing to a sister I've ever had."

Yomi and Tomo looked over at them. "Wait, you two know each other?" They said in unison. Kagura put her arm around Kazu's neck. "Yep! Best friends for eight years running and not one fight between us!" She laughed. Kazu smirked. "And not stopping anytime soon!" They said together. Chiyo lit up. "Wow. Eight years?" She asked. Kagura laughed. "Yep, ever since he moved here!" She boomed. "Where did you move from?" Osaka asked in her typical Southern drawl. "You may not believe it. I wasn't born in Japan." All involved, except Kagura, stared at him. "Y-Y-You're not?" Tomo stammered. Kazu smiled. "Nope. Born and raised in the U.S. of A. Denver, Colorado to be exact." He stated. Tomo was shocked beyond belief. "You LOOK Japanese, but you're not?" Kazu laughed. "Yeah, my whole family's Japanese. But I'm American born. Odd, isn't it?" He scratched the back of his head. Osaka just stared. "Yeah. Real odd." She droned. Kazu raised his eyebrow again. "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?" He asked. Osaka nodded. Kazu rolled his eyes and exhaled. Suddenly the door to the class slammed open and Ms. Yukari entered. "OK, people. In your seats." Everyone made their way to their seats. Kazuhiro was seated in-between Kagura and Yomi, but closer to Kagura. Ms. Yukari continued. "OK, I'm Ms. Yukari. Homeroom teacher, Class 3, 2nd year. I know most of the people in here. AND IT'S NOT JUST BECAUSE I'M LAZY ABOUT REMEMBERING NAMES!!" The class just stared blankly. "The only new people here," she proceeded. "Are Ms. Kagura, just to be a ringer for this year's sports fest," she clenched her fists to solidify her point. "And…This guy. Would you come up and introduce yourself?" She motioned to Kazuhiro. He nodded and made his way up to the front. "Um…Hi. I'm Kazuhiro Okami." He said plainly. Ms Yukari just golf clapped. "OK, thank you very much." He walked back and sat down. Kagura turned in her seat to face him. "Nice work, Shakespeare." She said sarcastically. "She put me on the spot, gimme a break." Kazu sneered. Kagura stuck her tongue out and chuckled.