Hey there fanfiction people! I decided that since I'm so bored with my life, that I would make a Shugo chara fanfic
Don't worry, it's not going to start out with "One day Haruka Mary Rose Fairy Raven, who had just transferred to Seiyo Academy from America, woke up and found 6 eggs on her bed." (Lucky for you, my integrity is helping me put a lot of work and care into this) and my Character will attempt not to be an Amu/Utau Clone with about 50 charas and can instra-Character Transform upon getting them, I promise.
Heads up, Been a long time since I've watched the Anime/ Read the manga - so some people may be a bit...OOC. just warning ya
Oh right, I don't own Shugo Chara (that honor belongs to PeachPit), but I do own my OC and the various background OCs that are to follow
Hope you enjoy this menial, abysmal fanfic.
To think that her life was so determined to ruin itself that it would go to such length as putting her between a lunatic and a bunch of eggs.
Had she had her way – none of this would have happened and she would have continued her life as a mistaken notorious thug.
…You're all confused aren't you?
Well, to put it simply – it all began with a three little mistakes a young girl made on her first day of 5th grade at her new school.
"So, do you have any other questions Miss Kouka*?" Nikaidou asked
"I-it's Kouga sir," the girl responded quietly "a-and no, not really."
The two silently shuffled through the halls of Seiyo Academy, the small girl following stiffly behind him as she admired the patterns on the linoleum floor. She had to admit, uncomfortable as she felt being the new kid, with the beautiful castle like structure and wide intricate walls, her new school was pretty snazzy – almost better than her old school.
She suddenly bumped into Nikaidou and realized she was in front of what would be her new classroom, and felt herself shaking as she clutched her bag to try and keep still
"Well, here we are," He said, and turned to return to his own classroom "I hope you have fun on your first day."
"W-wait!" She stammered, fussing with her bag before finally sputtering "W-what should I do now? How should I act?"
Nikaidou stared at her for a moment before turning around again and walking off, "Nothing - Just be whoever you can be."
She smiled and seemed to calm down a bit until he added "And don't run into anymore doors okay~!"
She flinched at the comment, but nodded anyway and knocked on the classroom door. There was a clamor of whispers and chatting until an adult voice told them to quiet down, and the door quickly slid open revealing a tall man with black hair and glasses.
"O-oh, hello there," He said, straightening his tie "I-i'm Mr. Nozomi, can I help you Miss?"
The girl loosened the death grip she had on her bag long enough to reach in and pull out a crumpled up piece of paper and shove it at him. He flattened it out a bit and looked it over before giving a nervous smile "O-oh, you're the new transfer student. O-odd, I imagined you being a bit…different."
She flinched (again), and the teacher motioned her inside, having to quiet the class down again as he wrote something on the board and had her stand in front of it
"C-class, we have a new student joining us today." He announced loudly, surprising the girl considering since he was so quiet before (But then again, so was she), "P-please introduce yourself to the class."
The girl felt all eyes dart right on her, and her legs started shaking again. Everyone began whispering again, and she felt herself wanting to sink into the floor boards and never return.
But then, she had to be calm, she was new here, so that meant none of her past mistakes could provide prejudice, no stories to leave doubt, and no one to judge her – she could be whoever she wanted to, just like Nikaidou had said
And at that moment, she decided to just be herself
So she closed her eyes, breathed in deep, and gave the most deadly-looking stare in the world as she managed to quickly croak out "Naoka Kouga."
She relaxed a bit at first, but stiffened again and immediately got flustered when she saw the students all back up in their chairs while Mr. Nozomi shook.
"W-why don't you tell the other students about yourself ?"
She wanted to say:
"I'm from Nara, though my family originally lived in Shiba, and moved here due to my mother's job, which is law enforcement. My father works at home and I have an aunt who lives nearby and works at the local high school. I like dolls, sewing, and alot of other things I can't count - I hope to get along with all of you."
Instead:
"I know a lot of policemen."
That was mistake one
Lunch had started and Naoka felt herself beset on all sides of the students' gossip mill as rumors of her introduction three days ago were still mutating
"Did you hear about the new student in Comet class?"
"Yeah, one of my friends is there. I heard she glared at everyone during her introduction and threatened to beat them up."
"Scary."
"I know, even Mr. Nozomi was frightened of her, he couldn't even look her in the eye during lessons."
"I heard she's been to jail before."
"Did you see those bruises on her leg, and those bandages? Do you think she's one of those delinquent kids that get into fights a lot."
"Maybe she's in a gang?"
"You know, I heard she had to stop by at the infirmary before coming to class
"I hear she talks funny, like she one of those gangster-kids."
"Maybe she's one of those Foreign-born kids? I heard there are a lot of thugs there…"
If she could, Naoka would have gone back to that moment – no, back to when her parents had the foolish idea of moving to Tokyo and having her enrolled in elementary school when she could have easily just been home-schooled. Plenty of people did it and their kids turned out fine! Sure, they lose out on social experience, but at least they weren't being gossiped about by kids they barely know secretly accusing them of being a Yakuza heir – which was completely false.
…Okay fine, one of her relatives had gone to prison – but it was just for a repeated shoplifting offense that turned out to be a serious case of kleptomania. But back to the point, she wouldn't be in this mess were it not for her mother getting transferred and the convenience of her father job being perfectly nomadic
In fact, everything can be blamed on her parents – Her father had gave her this stupid quiet demeanor and rough vocals that made her seem intimidating, and had a long list of raspy voiced ancestors who sounded like those elderly man detectives on those old TV crime dramas (Or at least that's what an uncle told her once).
And it was her mother that had "blessed" her with that steely eyed stare that had haunted the woman of her family for generations. She can remember billions of pictures from her mother's photo albums showing every female Kouga sporting the same, icy look.
Heck, forget her parents – her entire family tree was to blame for this.
Also, what was wrong with having an accent* – a lot of actors have them and everyone finds them charming, not scary!
The whispers went up in volume and Naoka quickly stood, startling them as she picked up her tray and began to walk out, until the worst thing that happened to her that day managed to get topped.
She didn't know what the school's policy on littering was, but whoever left that banana peel there had most likely broken whatever rule on it was in place and did it to be a rebellious comedian.
Speaking of which - ever see those shows where a character slips on a banana peel, gets laughed at for their pain, gets up, dusts themselves off, and walks away completely fine.
That didn't happen unfortunately.
Instead, Naoka slipped and amazingly managed to avoid cracking her skull open, but could not avoid cracking open the older student's jaw, which had sadly been inconveniently place in line with her foot when it went sailing in the air, while her tray slammed into the other one's face and her hand shoved another.
After what felt like hours sitting in the office, the teacher finally let her go, saying a student (and apparently a very special student) who had seen the scuffle vouched for her claim of it being a complete accident.
"But if I hear about anymore trouble from you, you're coming straight back here - new student or not, understand?"
Naoka just gave a grateful nod and quickly stumbled back to class.
The second she entered, everyone had gone quiet, even the teacher. She tried giving a apologetic smile, but that just seemed to make things more awkward, so she just slinked back to her desk and put her head down praying that some strange wormhole to another world would open up and take her away for, oh, about 3 years, so people would forget what she looked like.
By the end of the day, it had become solid fact that Naoka had issued an all out brawl in the lunch room, took down two seniors, and had emerged the bloody victor, with the bump on her forehead (covered by a giant Band-Aid courtesy of Mr. Nikaidou) and the dented tray (that SHE had to pay for) as "proof" of the battle.
The rest of the week's lessons droned on as Naoka reputation grew and felt herself wanting to disappear more and more.
Two weeks into school, kids were practically diving into rooms to avoid her and pressing against walls to stay out of her way. Younger students were leaving monetary offerings of peace on her desk (Which she dutifully returned, and which made things even worse).
Nikaidou told her to let it blow over and ignore it, that it was a part of elementary school life that was not going away for a long time - which just made her feel ten times worse.
"Besides, it's not like you could do any about it."
The words, as kind in their attempt were, hurt. Like it was telling her to give up.
And she certainly felt like it.
Because by the end of her first month at Seiyo, she was the school's kingpin bully. And if a person wasn't mistaking her for attempting to initiate a fight, they were either getting her sent to the principle's office or detention for no reason (Which led to points on her record that will take forever to clear up), or just plain staying out of her line of sight.
That was mistake two
After hearing about the rumors of the "terror" she was spreading at school (with some details left out thankfully), her mother had offered to help her bake cookies to share with her classmates and "start over on the right foot this time."
But her mother had been called in for work last minute, so she ended up doing it herself. It really wasn't that hard save having to improvise on a few ingredients, and now with her lunch finished, all that was left was to go back to class (and avoid any evil banana peels tempted to trip her again) and do so.
On her way to do so, cookies in hand, she had accidentally bumped into someone.
And a very important someone too - the cape and whispering of stray hallway students were dead giveaways.
"Sorry." She murmured, trying her best not to sound insincere. After all, she already had enough of the schools afraid of her, getting on the Guardians (the school's elite) bad side was something she had no pleasure of experiencing – especially since they all had enough power to make Naoka transfer twice over.
So there she was, about to walk away, when an amazing (and hastily spontaneous) idea popped into her head. Bowing quickly she gave the young girl the cookies and said "Here, you can have this."
Her red eyes seemed to light up as she stared at the treats "Really, Yaya can have this?"
Naoka nodded "uh huh, you can even share them with your friends if you-"
Next thing she knew, the girl had wrapped herself around Naoka, who was finding it more and more difficult to perform basic respiration.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She squealed "You're a really nice person-uh-"
"N-naoka Kouga." Can't breath, losing oxygen, brain dying…
"Thank you Naocchan, Yaya definitely won't forget about this!", and ran off, leaving Naoka confused, but at least able to breath right again
After that, things started to seem to lighten up – everyone was talking about how nice she had been giving those Cookies to that Yaya girl and maybe they had pegged her wrong.
Just kidding – most were confused and suspicious of the action and thought Naoka was attempting to bribe/hustle Yaya's faction into looking the other way for her (nonexistent) petty crimes, though some did at least point out how nice the gesture was.
Yep, everything was great, until –
"Attention students, attention students – There seems to have been some sort of suddenly stomach flu outbreak in the fourth grade section, if you have any siblings in the fourth grade section, please come pick them up immediately. Otherwise, we are initiating emergency evacuation. I repeat, there has been some sort of suddenly stomach flu outbreak in the fourth grade section…"
Thinking back, substituting sugar and vanilla with powdered milk and salt wasn't a great spark of culinary genius – but it was the thought that counted.
And the universal thought was that Naoka was attempting to up her charges from felony assault to attempted murder
The next day, Naoka – wearing a cold mask, scarf, and thick sun glasses, got to school, and shifted through the hallways to class while overhearing yesterday's fiasco from other earlybirds
"Ohmigod! Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Kouga tried to poison one of the guardians yesterday!"
Naoka paled a bit as she stopped. Maybe she was mishearing –
"What – how?"
"Apparently, she gave the Ace chair some cookies yesterday, and when she gave it to her classmates and some other kids, they all got sick and passed out – some even started throwing up!"
"No way"
"It's a good thing Yaya didn't eat one or give them to the other guardians first or..."
And that was all Naoka needed to hear as she dashed down the hall and picked up speed – but the words seemed to have been following her.
"I heard she was planning on giving them to the other guardians too and was using Miss Yuiki to get them sick instead!"
"Can you believe it? That girl has no boundaries – taking advantage poor Yaya like that."
"C-could this be a school domination plot?"
"I bet it's a power grab!"
"She really is a thug…"
Naoko tripped, and everyone stared, making huge blotchy tears pile up more as she pushed herself off her ground and tried to find the nearest bathroom, accidentally shoving some pink haired girl in the process
Today's lesson wasn't even registering to her when class started – becoming a slow little drone as Naoka had her head buried in her arms, eyes sore from crying in the girl's stall for who knows how long.
Why couldn't she act normal around people? Why'd she have to be so clumsy? Why did her life go out of its way to ruin any chance of –
Suddenly, the principle had opened the door and interrupted her lament. Though there were many guesses being flung about, Naoka was sure that with everything that had happen, he was here to have her taken away to some remote juvenile correction facility on some far off island where she'd never be heard from again, and have to make friends with the wise veteran while fighting for her life against crazed inmates and the corrupt warden's evil hierarchy.
"Sorry to interrupt your class , but I have a message for Miss Kouga."
The girl in question lifted her head, startling a few people with her puffy red face as she asked "W-what is it?"
"The Guardians would like to speak with you after school. You know where the Royal Garden is correct?"
Naoka was thinking back to the tour she was given of the school grounds, but didn't really remember what was being told on account of focusing on the various students spying on her from afar in fear.
She gave hesitant nod
"Good! Make sure you don't arrive late, and don't be afraid to ask around if you get lost okay?"
Despite herself, she nodded, and the students whispered about how she was probably getting ready for Assassination plan B.
And Naoka, head on her desk, was pretty sure the only one getting assassinated today was her.
The final bell had rung and everyone was piling out of class. As Naoka packed up her things, she was startled by a hand slamming down on her desk, and found her grey eyes staring up at sharp green. It took a few seconds for her to realize who it was - Mine Kokone, her class representative, who everyone had nicknamed "Justice" Kokone, for more reasons than one. After the incident in the cafeteria, Mine had been on Naoka like bees on a red scarf (Though strangely apologized afterwards for some reason), and, by the looks of it, wasn't slamming the desk to show she had awesome beat skills.
"Uhh…" she began, but the brunette in front of her had quickly silenced her
"Listen you," Mine snapped, forhead shimmering in the classroom lights "You think you're such hot stuff because you got away with beating up those seniors!"
Actually, the seniors were unfortunately in my path when I slipped on something - and I barely got away with it considering getting sent to the principle's office, then almost a detention, and getting yelled at by my dad. she thought, but all that came out was "Uhh…"
"And poisoning the entire fourth grade class!"
That only happened to a small amount of students and was a product of poor cooking choices. "Uhh…"
"But now you're going to get it! You thought you were clever, escaping the mighty arms of punishment – but your reign of terror stops here!"
What reign? All I did was come to school one day and you people built me an evil empire without even asking. "Uhh…"
"Yes, the guardians are now wise to your despicable plan and your tricks – so if you planned on anymore villainous plots, don't think for a second that they're going to let you get away with it!"
Wasn't really trying or planning. "Uhh…"
"The prince and the others may seem like "Whimps" to you – but they are a strong force that have protected the student body for generations, and will do so for the years to come! And trust me, they will not stop until you have been defeated by the valorous almighty sword that is JUSTICE!"
Don't doubt that.
Naoka simply gave a curt nod, picked up her things, and left.
Outside, Naoka was admiring the various flower bushes lining the school's courtyard entrance. Though it had already been a month, she couldn't help but always feel awed looking at the roses and morning glories.
"Hey isn't that…?"
The second Naoka's eyes locked onto theirs, the two girls immediately scampered off.
"Scary~!"
"I know. I can't believe the guardians want to talk to her."
Despite flinching, she quickly shook her head – there was no time to be admiring the wonder that was nature.
She had her execution to get to after all.
After a while, the school had emptied, and Naoka felt herself becoming more and more lost.
Maybe I should have shaken my head when the principle asked if I remembered…
Suddenly she spotted Nikaidou and Nozomi chatting amongst themselves, and began to walk over to ask them for directions when their conversation had begun to get louder
"I-I just don't know what to do anymore!" Nozomi cried as he ruffled his head in frustration "I-I've done everything I've could, but the girl has caused nothing but chaos in my class!"
"Don't you think you're overreacting a bit?" Nikaidou pointed out as Naoka slowed her steps and hid behind a tree "True, Miss Kouga has had some trouble with getting along with her peers but-"
"B-because she doesn't want to!" Nozomi growled "I-I knew she was trouble from the moment I laid eyes on her – a-and now she has my entire class cowering instead of studying for my tests! F-five students who got failing grades said it was because she tried threatening them into give her the answers and they were too frightened to study!"
She bit her lip anxiously, I was just asking if they wanted to study with me…
"A-and there was the time she walked up and glared right at me, and continued the whole day for giving her a failing grade on an assignment."
I wanted to ask what I did wrong, but you were busy with other students, so I was trying to get you attention…
"A-and poor Miss Haruka Miyabi – A-all she did was bump into her, and she harassed and stalked her to the point that she refused to come to school for a week, and still won't return until we let her change classes!"
I-I was just trying to return the eraser she dropped when she bumped into me – but she keep running away when I tried talking to her…
Nikaidou seemed to be thinking it over "Have you tried calling her parents? That's the normal response in these situations."
"I-I have!" the other teacher whined "B-but the woman insists I'm wrong and refuses to listen to any of the evidence – s-she even accused the students of being the bullies instead!"
"Can you blame her – you're accusing her daughter of being, as you said earlier, "A Social Menace". Even I'd be skeptical"
"B-because she is! A-and now I have to deal with it – Oh why oh why did she have to transfer into my class!"
"Calm down Nozomi," Nikaidou started, and for a brief second, Naoka had thought he was looking right at her, "Maybe you're misunderstanding this. Miss Kouga seems like understanding child – perhaps if you talk to her about her behavior..."
Nozomi scoffed at the idea "P-please, the girl's likely to be as unreasonable as her mother."
"You never know," He said, and again, she thought he was looking in her general direction, "Who knows, maybe it's her way of trying to make friends?"
Nozomi stared right at Nikadou, and what came next made Naoka's heart drop
"Children like that can never make friends, no matter how hard they try."
Naoka stood there silently for a few moments, heart sinking until she finally came out from behind the tree and walked over.
Nikaidou smiled as she approached, "Oh, Miss Kouka, what are you doing here – shouldn't you be at the Royal Garden with the Guardians?"
Nozomi froze as tried avoiding eye contact with Naoka, but the girl didn't even seem to notice that or the fact that Nikaidou mispronounced her name again.
"I-I got lost…" She murmured weakly as Nikaidou walked over and patted her shoulder
"I see," He said, then gently pushed her forward "Come with me, I'll help you find it."
Once they were out of earshot, Naoka sputtered out, "M-mr. N-nikaidou."
"Yes?"
"W-what sh-should I do?"
She sniffled, trying to keep from hiccuping, and Nikaidou grew quiet for a long time...
"Nothing" He shrugged "Just give up and move on."
She searched around in a daze, but only saw more flower bushes and trees. Did I go the wrong way? But I'm sure Mr. Nikaidou pointed this way?
But eventually, there it was – a giant glass dome filled to the brim with bright elegant flowers and surrounded by tall noble trees.
She stared for a long time before moving forward - but try as she did to walk towards the entrance, she just couldn't bring herself to take a single step.
What's the point in being here, I'll just do something stupid that makes them all hate me, and more people will hate me and so on…
And suddenly, her heart hurt.
It was unbearable, like someone was pouring Tabasco sauce all over it. Everything – the rumors, the horrible first month, this, it was too much!
It hurt too much!
"Children like that can never make friends, no matter how hard they try."
Just give up
...They were both right; she should just give up.
What point was there in even trying to fix her reputation?
What was the point in trying to make friends?
It was all so hopeless-
It was just…
"Useless."
Naoka couldn't remember what happened after that, just that she felt sleepy – but the next thing she knew, someone was shaking her-
But before we continue, let me tell you a story.
One day, a girl's grandfather, who was a huge jujutsu fan, wanted to teach his granddaughter how to fight, because they needed to bond – that and he wasn't going to let no slick-talking little boys walk over his sweet little grandbaby, no sir-ree.
So the granddaughter, despite not even knowing the full alphabet at the time, was dragged into a long and sordid affair with the martial arts, and eventually, she began to enjoy herself and used it to show off to her friends and such.
Then one day, there was an incident.
Though I can not go into detail, I can say it was a bad incident.
So bad the girl quit training, much to the disappointment of the grandfather
So bad the girl's parents had to move.
Heck, the fact is the badness of the incident was so great, she swore off fighting, and now only pulls out those skills when she's A) Surprised, B) Scared, or C) Classified.
And sadly, when she had the misfortune of punching her shaker square in the nose, she was both.
There was screaming and yelling and "Omigods" and one "That was cool – I mean, oh man!"
But Naoka wasn't paying attention to that.
No, she was more focused on the splash of red decorating her paling fist.
Naoka stared wide-eyed at her fist, then her victim, and froze -
Her heart raced, her face reddened, and, with all the prompt grace she barely owned, Naoka fainted again.
And that, dear friends, was mistake number three
*Kouka: Kouka means "Expensive", though the truth is Nikaidou just substituted the "G" in her name for a "K" on purpose for *SPOILER*
*For those of you who don't know this, Nara and Shiba are in the Kanto-region of Japan, so Naoka speaks with A Kanto-dialect/accent as a opposed to a "normal dialect/accent" since Shugo Chara's set in Tokyo. To give you an idea, imagine that she's speaking with a new-york accent(That's usually the go-to for dubs so...). I would have written it out like that - but Imma lazy wimp and stuff and not sure how to...
I've always wanted to do a Shugo chara fic, but never did because –
One: Never had time
Two: Never had experience and
Three: Never had motivations
But now I have all three, so I thank you for reading and hope you all stick by Me and Naoka as she tried to make her way through her new confusing life. (Please give me a heads up if she's going to Mary Sue Territory - because I wish to avoid that at all costs and expenses)
Oh, and to relieve some of the fans – it's not going to be an Ikuto fanfic (Much as I love him and his sexiness, there are already hundreds of them flooding the fan community. That and he's not my type.). Tell me what you think.
Seeya laters dominators~!