Summary: This is just an AU fic. about our main guys. Basically, they're all in high school and Ryo's been running the school since he got there. Sye is a new exchange student and Kento comes in later too. Seiji, Ryo, and Rowen have already been classmates for a year and it's the beginning of the next one when their world is changed by the new arrival. Probably a lot of OOC. I guess. –shrugs- I made up a few of the teachers and there's a lot of humor and language and SLASHINESS between everyone. I'll tell you Ryo x Seiji are together, but it wouldn't be any fun to reveal the other partners. It's 'otherworldly', you know? Enjoy.
Warnings: I don't own any of the Ronins –who aren't Ronins here anyway. There is SLASH in here. You don't like... don't read. Simple enough. Oh, and there are quite a few language remarks and gestures that may be inappropriate if anyone really cares... I know I certainly don't, but...
High School
Chapter 1
The hot young sophomore rode into the parking lot on his bike.
First day of sophomore year... for him anyway.
He pulled his black bike helmet off and tossed his long black hair.
School had started, to everyone else, the day before, but he had gotten into –what the teachers would call- a fight, ten minutes into the day and class hadn't even started. It had been in the hallway and he had been suspended for the day.
He chuckled as he saw some familiar faces in the windows from the previous years. He had grown up with a lot of these jocks, but most of the people in the school before he had started the previous year, he hadn't known. It had taken only one year to establish his role in the hierarchy of Alabaster High School, Tokyo Japan. (A/N: I doubt this is an actual school, but work with me here.)
This handsome debonair devil on the black motorcycle is Ryo. Tall, dark skin –that must have been sun bathed constantly to be that dark and beautiful- and long black hair that complimented his fiery blue eyes.
He was the one person you never want to get into a fight with... ever! He pulled off his helmet and tossed his hair back as the bell rang for homeroom. He locked his bike up and strolled into the school.
A hall monitor came up to him. She had most likely been assigned the day before; the day he hadn't been there.
Everyone was already in their classrooms. She came up to him with a pad of paper in hand.
"You're late!" She deemed and he glared at her.
"Hey fresh-meat!" He teased cynically. "You must be the new kid."
She looked shocked and blushed. "You've seen me before." She commented, flattered by his dark eyes that shined on her from under his black sunglasses.
"No, there's just one like you every year. You think you own the place because you sucked up to the teachers and got some special privilege."
She seemed about to snap at him.
"Aw, don't worry, happens all the time. You'll get used to it." He told her nonchalantly and walked off to whatever homeroom he had just then.
"You forgot your late slip!" She yelled after him.
"Hold onto it for me!" He shouted back and kept walking.
She fumed for a while, then went back to her post.
Strolling down the hall he mumbled things to himself about which homeroom teachers he had left to get fired. Most of them had abandoned their posts once he had entered the room. He was damn-near impossible to control when he was in the mood for trouble. After making his way across the school he finally came to homeroom, which also happened to be first period.
Better make a good impression. Wouldn't want to lose another homeroom witch before I have the chance to thoroughly get on her nerves and make her insane... if she isn't already insane from the prospect of having me.
He laughed to himself as he slid open the door and walked in. It wasn't the chick he had envisioned in his head. It was old Fart-head Brenek, a very old English teacher from Britain. One of the few teachers that could put up with him.
"Ah! Mr. Santana Ryo! You've decided to grace us with your presence?"
"Yeah, I thought the school year started one day too early and I really wanted that day." He made a fist to show his enthusiasm.
"Out of uniform, I see." He smirked, laughing at his own joke. Ryo was actually wearing the uniform that everyone else was, except his blazer wasn't zipped and his white button down was buttoned down half way with a good view of his chest.
"Sorry Old Weather, I forgot today was my day to come in naked, but you will still be accommodating us for tomorrow, won't you? We'd all like to see what you hide under your clothes." Ryo remained by the door.
"You may take your seat, Mr. Santana." Mr. Brenek pointed to a seat right up in the front. He had arranged it in alphabetical order so that Ryo would be up front.
Ryo walked over next to it and sighed. When he turned around he saw another student-teacher standing next to Mr. Brenek that hadn't been in his sights before. The stunning man caused a small inaudible gasp to escape from Ryo. He glared a moment longer. The class took it as Ryo's new challenge and mumbled things like, 'His new prey.' 'There goes another teacher.' 'I hope not, this one's cute.' 'I wonder how long before the new guy cracks.'
Like I said, he had established his stamina the year before. Ryo glanced around the room.
"A problem, Mr. Santana? I'd like to start the class if you don't mind?" Of course he was being sarcastic, but Ryo nodded.
"Yeah, Old Weather, you forgot about my sight problem." He found a student sitting in the back right hand corner of the room near the windows, which lined that side of the room, and he started to walk back to the kid, taking great strides. "I need to sit in the back, remember? I'm, what'd you call it last year, far-sighted!" He knocked his fingers on the desk and gestured to the chair at the front of the room.
The kid looked at him stunned. He obviously wasn't going to move. The other kids started talking about how Ryo was going to fillet him.
"Look's like he doesn't want to move, Mr. Santana. Take your seat, now."
Ryo laughed and grabbed the kid's shirt. The kid got up easily and ran to the front of the room after feeling Ryo's strength against his throat.
"Oh, I don't think he minded moving." Ryo replied and sat down putting his feet on the desk and glaring at the student teacher. "Make your little adjustments to the seating calendar thing and lets get class on with. I got stuff to do, Old Weather."
"Mr. Santana." Brenek sighed walking to the back of the room and leaning on Ryo's new desk.
"Please, call me Satan." He smirked intimately. "All the other teachers do."
There were some giggles.
"Mr. Santana, if you had sat in the seat like I had planned for you, then I would have had to change the seating chart." He corrected.
"Good, then we got this down to a schedule thing. Now go teach." Ryo swished his hand at the teacher and entwined his fingers behind his head comfortably.
"One," He shoved Ryo's feet off the table and Ryo snapped angrily out of his daze, "feet off the desk. Two, this isn't recess, don't test me. Three, it's 'we have this down to a schedule', not 'got'. Four," he paused.
"What's the matter? Can't count any higher?" Ryo asked innocently.
The class erupted into laughter but silenced themselves quickly.
"Are you even going to try this year?" Brenek sighed, exasperated. "Should I even bother, or should I fail you now?"
Ryo leaned closer smiling. "Mr. Brenek," his face seemed mock charm, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "I've never known you to give up! Now come sir, you didn't fail me last year. I squeaked by with a D, remember?" He glanced at the student teacher again and it was all he could do to hold back a shudder of hatred from racing through his whole body. "Who knows? If you don't give up on me, I might actually make a C this year." He smiled a very intimidating smile.
Mr. Brenek shrugged his shoulders and returned to the front of the room where Ryo also noticed another student was standing. Another guy, with auburn hair, about the same height as Ryo and light blue eyes.
He seemed a little shocked by the display.
"May I help you?" He asked, sounding as old as ever.
"Mr. Brenek?" He asked. His voice sounded European, maybe British.
"Yes." He answered, peaking up slightly as he recognized his native accent.
"I'm your new transfer student." He held out a paper to Mr. Brenek.
"Are all transfer students supposed to be late, or do I just watch too many movies?" Ryo questioned aloud and again the class burst into laughter. The new kid blushed slightly.
"That's quite enough Mr. Santana." The teacher looked at his seating chart. "Well, according to the chart you should be sitting where Mr. Santana has so firmly placed his butt. As it stands though, he's not moving and I don't think you want to battle him for the seat...?"
The kid looked to be considering it.
"Trust me!" A blue haired sophomore in the front row chuckled and threw back his hair, glaring at Ryo intensely for a second. "You don't want to take him on." The kid pointed to his cheek, where a big purple bruise happened to be. "I got the scars to prove it." He smiled.
"Sorry about that, Rowen!" Ryo shouted from the complete opposite side of the room.
"Forgiven!" He replied easily without turning around.
"Alright! Alright!" Mr. Brenek shouted, trying to get order back on the class that was now laughing hysterically.
"That was some fight yesterday!" Another kid laughed.
"Order in the court!" Mr. Brenek yelled and they became silent again. "Anyway, so pick whomever you think is prettiest..." He looked at the paper. "Mr. Anderson, Sye, and take a seat next to them." (A/N: I didn't research what Sye's last name is. If you happen to know, I'd love it if you'd tell me. A/N: I got this line somewhat from a movie. I'll give a brownie to anyone who knows which one.)
The room was filled with girls and most of them were interested in Sye, but ignoring him.
There was one open seat in the room and it just happened to be in the back, next to Ryo, who was the most attractive person –male or female- in that room. Sye slugged his bag over his shoulder and walked between the desk to sit next to Ryo.
The whole room started talking; wondering if Ryo would allow it. Ryo had always left that seat open no matter what class they were in. He always left that one open for whatever person he happened to be engaging with that week, or anyone he wanted to sit there.
Sye became nervous as he approached.
Ryo's eyes weren't even on him at all. His eyes were closed as Mr. Brenek wrote things on the board. The student teacher was watching Ryo, with his powerful black eyes. Sye sat next to Ryo and breathed a sigh of relief as Ryo still hadn't made any complaint.
"The god is smiling upon you." A brown haired kid leaned over onto Sye's desk.
"What do you mean?" Sye whispered back. "What god?"
The kid pointed to Ryo. "Don't think that he has accepted you yet." The kid sneered. "He may let you sit there now, but you better hold your keep or you won't be sitting in this room long; you'll be laying in a morgue."
The kid leaned away.
"Why should it matter?"
"Mr. Anderson?" The teacher snapped, chalk in his hand, a book leaned away from his face. "Did you have something to say?"
"No, Sir." Sye whispered. Sye tried to keep his gaze on the teacher, but he kept looking at Ryo, who once again had his feet on the desk, his eyes closed. His chair was tilted back on its heels, his chest rising and falling gracefully as he breathed.
Ryo's eyes immediately shot open glaring right at Sye and he nearly jumped out of his chair. Ryo had known he was being watched and he had finally done something about it. Sye respectfully looked away and tried once again to concentrated on the lesson. Things were jumping through his mind. He glanced over all the students.
Not bad. They actually seem fairly nice. I could make friends very easily if I play my cards right.
His only doubts were that Ryo might have something to say about whatever decision he makes, then he snapped out of it.
I'm not going to let this guy rule my life because he thinks he rules over the school. He won't play me like he has them.
Looking back at Ryo, who's eyes were closed again, he realized something. If Ryo called him, he would come, like an obedient dog. Ryo was the kind of person it seemed, that it was just an honor to be in their presence and he wanted to be in Ryo's.
There weren't that many boys in this class. Out of the twenty people there, only six were male. The last one was a charming, gallant man in the middle row of students.
Sye hadn't seen him, when he was picking out his seat. This fellow was a tall blonde. His hair was like the rays of the sun, perfectly gold and shining. His locks covered one of his velvet eyes, but the other dazzled out from beneath his frowning brow.
He was the second most beautiful person Sye had ever seen. Ryo was the first. This other boy was wonderfully shaped, like Ryo and thin like him too. They both had strong muscles, but they weren't bulky like jocks, they were lean, without a bit of fat on them, obviously.
Ryo was only slightly more beautiful because of his dark skin, but that just depended on tastes of who you liked better. This other boy's skin was pale and tender. Sye imagined it was quite soft. He remained silent, sitting the wrong way in his chair with his back against the cabinets behind himself. He seemed quite defiant, like Ryo and just as perceptive. He closed his eyes and opened them quickly on Sye, who caught himself staring again.
The boy then seemed to be looking elsewhere. Sye saw Ryo and him share a glance then look their separate ways again.
Ryo was looking out the window at first, then at the student-teacher again, who was casually looking at him. The tall red-head's eyes were disarming and Ryo almost lost his balance, but quickly regained it again and tried to find sleep.
The bell rang finally and they all rose to leave. Next class was gym. Sye went slowly, so he could watch Ryo exit. Before Ryo left he was caught by his arm by the student-teacher.
Ryo looked furious. The teacher whispered something in his ear and Ryo snapped something back at him that Sye couldn't hear, then Ryo kept walking out of the room.
Since there were so many girls in the class, there couldn't properly be any division between the two sexes. The only game the boys could play by themselves was three on three basketball.
The teacher decided to let the girls stretch and do volleyball while the guys played a few games of basketball.
The teacher appointed the blonde boy and Ryo as captains.
After the teacher was out of hearing distance, Ryo and the blonde boy –Sye realized was named Seiji- both flipped the teacher the bird.
"Rowen." Ryo picked and all three of them gave a high five to each other and grabbed a ball.
"Don't you have to pick from us for the other team?" Sye wondered.
"You are the other team." Seiji answered. "Ryo, Rowen, and I are on one team and you three are the other."
Sye looked at the two short brown haired boys behind him. They were lithe and frail looking.
"We should at least have one decent guy on our team." Sye pleaded. Ryo walked up to him with the ball.
"Have you ever played basketball before?" He asked.
"Yes." Sye replied.
"Good. You are the one decent player on your team." He smirked.
Sye scowled. He didn't want to play anymore.
"Play or be run over." Rowen shrugged. "Your choice."
Ryo walked over to the rebound line and stood there bouncing the ball like a professional, doing a figure-eight, and blind shots while he waited.
"Well?" He snapped grumpily.
"Well what?" Sye asked.
"You going to check me or should I just start taking free points?"
Sye snapped out of his trance and went to stand about two yards in front of Ryo, his back to the hoop. Ryo gave him the ball as Sye glanced at his two team members who hadn't moved.
"At least stand someplace to defend." The two glanced at each other and scowled back at Sye. "You stand in front of Seiji!" He snapped and the short kid Ryo had bumped out of a seat obliged with some difficulty. "You stand near him!" The other kid walked over to Rowen.
Sye let out his breath in defeat, this was useless. He bounced the ball back to Ryo and waited for him to move, but Ryo merely aimed and shot for the basket.
Two points.
I don't see this going very much better.
The teacher came back over after Ryo had successfully made ten shots, not missing one. Seiji had made three of his own, also flawless, and Rowen had made several as well. Totaling up to well over thirty points to zero.
Sye had attempted defense as best as he could trying to block three people who were quite quick on their feet. He only succeeded in making it more difficult for them.
"How's the game going?" The teacher asked, after watching them for about ten minutes.
"We're losing." Ryo lied, shrugging. He wore a loose black tanktop unlike the white T-shirt he was supposed to be wearing. He did wear the black shorts like the others though, they were a few sizes too big and they hung low, but he held them up with a belt so only the lip of his boxers was showing.
"Why don't you girls go play volleyball?" He jutted his thumb to the game that was currently going on.
Rowen curtsied. "Thank you, monsieur!" He giggled, making fun of the teacher's French accent.
The boys all went off to play in the volleyball game. Once again, all the strong boys were on one side and the other two were on the other.
Sye didn't want to play though, he stayed behind.
"What's wrong?" The teacher asked.
"Is Ryo supposed to be in charge of everyone?" Sye asked without being able to stop the flow of words from his mouth. He instantly regretted them and wondered if Ryo had heard him.
The teacher laughed. "He's always been like that. Always the leader and he has led some pretty amazing people in the past two years. He's made a lot of peoples' true potential reach the surface. No matter how much he may scare you he really is a wonderful and strong person. He puts you against him to challenge your skills. Bend the rules yourself next time and make a basket or steal the ball from him and make a basket."
"He'll kill me for it." Sye snapped, a look of disgust on his face, appalled by the idea.
"He'll respect you for it." The teacher corrected. "I remember one soccer game last year he had the ball, the game was tied, he was heading right for the goal. The clock was ticking, and he had already taken all the reserve players out –on the other team- of the game by injury. He himself was bruised, but otherwise unharmed and it started to rain. The other team was cowering and waiting for their impending doom. Ryo was about to kick it into the goal. He had no one in front of him, then suddenly another player collided with him, knocking him off his feet and right onto the bone of his hip, against a sharp rock. The guy had stolen the ball from him and could have won the game, but instead he knelt down in the muddy rainy dirt and put his hand on Ryo seeing if he was alright. The time ran out and the game was called on a draw. Ryo had a completely black bruise within minutes, half a foot long and two inches wide. It took him a week to recover completely. He was in a lot of pain as the guy helped him up."
"What happened?" Sye whispered. "He must have been pissed... taken it like a loss."
The teacher shook his head.
"He kissed the guy on the cheek and invited him to be on his own team. He complimented the guy, saying no matter what the score said, he was the only one that had ever beaten Ryo. He was the only one who had the nerve to stand up, no matter the consequences."
"Who was it?" Sye asked, shocked.
The teacher looked over to the volleyball game as Rowen scored a point, taking the assist Ryo had offered and spiking the ball right past a girl on the other side. Another high five and they were laughing in triumph.
"Seiji." The teacher answered and Sye was aghast. "People treat Ryo like a god because he is respected like a ruler of a kingdom and even the teachers cower before him." He paused, in thought. "There once was an ancient Chinese ruler who went into battle against another army with his own. They destroyed all until there was only three left. One man begged for his life and was killed, another ran and was killed, the last picked up the sword of his fallen comrade and struck the ruler's horse knocking the ruler off. The ruler gave the man wealth and appointed him his new general because he had stood up against the fierceness of an entire army alone, and triumphed." (A/N: This is actually from my history book!)
Sye didn't much like the history lesson, but this was interesting to know about Ryo, maybe now he could get into that little inner circle, by defying Ryo.
"Thanks." Sye waved to the teacher and ran over to the volleyball game. He stood with the opposing team against Ryo and waited for his turn. They were losing by a lot of points and Seiji had the serve. He popped it right over the net and straight to Sye, who bumped it back over, to Ryo. Ryo let Rowen take the ball, set it and Ryo spiked it over the net. The girls cleared out of the way, afraid of it, so Sye skidded to his knees and popped the ball back up again, a girl behind him smashed it over and it went over and out of Rowen's grasp hitting the floor in-bounds.
Ryo saw where the ball landed a bit disbelievingly, then he looked back to Sye through the net. The class paused to see what he would do. He turned away and went after the ball. Returning, he decided to serve out of turn and Sye once again went for the heavy serve, only he caught the ball instead.
"Our serve." He replied to the frightened faces. Sye was being bold he knew, but he felt like being rebellious today. He tossed the ball a few feet in the air and hit it as far as he could over the net.
It was right under Ryo. He expected it to come back hard, but Ryo caught the ball and dropped it. Sye frowned, then heard the bell. Ryo had known the bell was coming.
He's so perfect. Sye thought snidely and went to change, not caring if he was late.
"Sorry, forgot about that!" The teacher yelled. "After you change, come back to me and I'll give you a late pass."
In the boys locker room everything was open space. You had a locker and you changed either in one of the three stalls or in open territory. Sye didn't much like changing in front of others, so he and the other two pathetic kids headed for the stalls.
As Sye was walking over there, he saw Ryo enter speaking with Seiji.
"You really don't like the game?" Ryo asked, surprised. Seiji shook his head. Ryo was going to press on the subject, but saw Sye and glared at him for a moment as they walked. Sye suddenly felt very intimidated by them both. They were about the same height, maybe Seiji was a bit taller; they were at least six foot each.
Ryo combed his fingers through his pitch black hair. It seemed to be like ink on his head, like the feathers of a raven and shining like Seiji's long shoulder-length blonde hair did.
They strode up to Sye and Ryo used his shoulder to just shove Sye aside and walk past him. Ryo pulled off his shirt and started to change, uncaring of who watched. Seiji did the same.
"Hey!" Sye yelled grumpily. He had almost lost his balance. Ryo was on him in an instance. He had Sye's shirt in his grasp like he had the other boy that had been sitting at his desk. He shoved Sye sharply against the lockers and Sye felt his vision go black for a moment, then he saw Ryo's face inches from his.
"Hey what?" Ryo growled. "You don't just walk into this school and think you own it! It takes time to earn a place in this society. You may think your rebellion is cool now, but Rowen can tell you what cockiness will get you!" As if on cue, Rowen walked by scratching his head tiredly.
"A lot of pain." Rowen answered. "Do you have to keep bringing that up?" That comment was to himself.
"What do you want me to do?" Sye reached for his head. It hurt and he was sure he felt blood there.
"Do whatever you want." He dropped Sye. "Just do it out of my way!"
A/N: I figured it'd be nicer of me and easier on you reviewers if I just put up two chapters together so you have a better understanding of which way this story is going. Please read on. It'd also make me extremely happy if someone would review. Please?