Dear all, hope you enjoy my first ever FanFiction and review it.
Disclaimer: Ai No Kusabi is not mine, as much as i wish it is though :)
It was noon and Riki- famished beyond bounds- had opted to simply sneak into the food hall instead of trying, like some of the others, to plead to the teachers and staff of the well-known slum school for the young inhabitancy, to bring in more food for the growing amount of discarded infants.
It was out of sheer hunger; almost to the point of starving, that he had come to the conclusion of sneaking in and stealing anything he could find before retreating, hopefully all the while, going unnoticed. His stomach felt as though somebody had taken a wedge board and driven it into his gut, continuing to push and pull, over and over, bringing constant stabs of undeniable and pure pain to the young boy.
He held his stomach to make it just bearable before sneaking out the bedroom of his overly crowded 'dorm' room and into the deserted hall. It was so messy all the time, filled with rubbish and other various discarded and unused school utensils that nobody had bothered to pick up. Stepping over a pair of dirty and ripped jeans in the middle of the hall, he made his way silently down the corridor toward the fire stairs which would take him directly down to the floor of his destination; level two , also known as the cafeteria, of the six story school building.
He rushed down the stairs with silent, practiced ease before coming to a stop just before the fire door on level two. Placing his ear to the door, he listened for any noises that would end in his being caught and punished. It was 1am in the morning and everybody else in the school dorm was asleep, so he silently opened the heavy door, going slowly so that it wouldn't creek. After pushing it open just enough to sneak through, he sluggishly closed it behind him- his heart pumping loudly in his chest.
His stomach now the least of his problems, he quickly ran down yet another corridor, past door after door of classrooms, fancy science labs and conference rooms alike, not bothering to look inside them for any signs of life. He kept running till he came to a darkened corridor, slowing as he neared the double doors leading straight to the restricted kitchen. With a small smile on his face, he pulled out the key that he had smuggled from one of his horrid teachers and, glancing around to make sure nobody was there, turned it inside the fancy lock pad on the door. Dotting in the passcode into the electronic and equally fancy lock system- that he had managed to find out from one of the nerdy kids that he had beaten up earlier in the day- he heard, with great relief, the click to signify the opening to the glorious room.
As he entered, he let the door click back into place behind him and slowly made his way toward the big double-doors of the humongous built in pantry. He could just about taste the buns and sweets on his lips as he opened the pantry, delighting in the illumines hum of the lights as they automatically flicked on at his presence. His smile grew into a huge grin that spread across his handsome young face as he saw all the stacks of food.
Heading straight for the buns- his favourite and also the most filling- he grabbed three palm sized bread rolls, stuffing another in his mouth for good measure- something the cooks would never notice had gone missing- a five flat wholemeal cookies which were surprisingly tasty and were meant a snack for morning tea's, where they received three each only. Then of course, he picked out a single wonderful and mouth-watering chocolate bar; something the children absolutely never received but that they all knew the cooks kept for themselves in with the pastry's section, in order to hide them and to make them unnoticeable to somebody simply glancing around.
All this information as to where all the food was kept was gathered entirely from prior knowledge of the kitchen, having snuck in many times during his wretched stay in the horrid and strict school.
He knew to get out of there quickly and so he didn't wait around for long. He stashed his little pile of goodies inside his ragged 'school' bag and heading straight back toward the kitchen door in triumphant retreat. He was already feeling far less hungry, just from knowing that the food was in his hands.
But his triumph was short lived as he heard the familiar clicking of the keypad on the door, signalling that another person- probably a teacher- was on their way in. He stood frozen for a second, his blood running dead cold as one million possible outcomes flashed through his head. Frantically, he looked around the room for a place to hide from the intruder. Spotting a pile of plastic boxes holding cereal, he dashed toward them as the door clicked, signalling that the person had gained access and would enter at any second. He ducked behind the pile just in time to see the door click open a notch, he stood still as a deer stuck in headlights; his eyes wide as he watched the unknown person slowly and cautiously enter.
Holding his breath, he tried desperately to figure out who the person was and how best to escape. The figure was shorter than the average adult, with somewhat younger features; the broad shoulders right down to a slim waist of a well-muscled, young teenage boy around the same age as himself.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Riki slumped toward the floor, his heart slowing inside his chest and subsiding from thumping in his ears. He barely made any noise yet he young newcomer froze in his position of creeping toward the pantry, his head whipping toward the pile of cereal boxes. When he felt the room fill with tension, Riki quickly stood up from where he was hiding, letting the visitor know that he mean no harm.
There he stood, face to face with the boy he had often admired in his class, the boy that he had often envied for his stunning physique, even at such a young age. As it finally clicked and the name came to his mind, he visibly relaxed when he realised the boy standing opposite him would not do anything rash, as he was there for the same reason as Riki. A mutual lack of food.
Quickly recovering, Riki stood tall, puffing out his chest and stepping out from behind the boxes and into the gloomy moonlight shining in from the windows. The boy across form him smiled as he came into proper view, giving a slight laugh to shake of the tension.
Guy looked Riki over, from his bag of stolen goodies to his face and back to his bag in envy. It was probably one of the most awkward situations Riki had been in with a fellow Slum boy and he hated it so, plucking up the courage to speak, he was about to begin when Guy spoke instead.
"Uh, um… You can leave, I ain't gonna go tell no one." He said stiffly, looking Riki straight in the eyes and causing him to just stand there and nod, still dumfounded at the boy.
"Right, yea. Good luck then." His eyes shot form the door to Guy, as he started walking toward the door.
"Wait." Riki froze at these words, startled, but turned to see that Guy had turned to directly face him, "You're Riki, right. I'm Guy, you'll keep quiet 'bout this won't ya. I can't deal with another stupid detention."
Riki couldn't help but just smile cockily, feeling more confident as he answered. "No way, I ain't telling no body, cause how do you think they'll think I found out then. Obviously they'll just know that I sneaked into the kitchen too." He mentally kicked himself for sounding so stupid when he spoke to the attractive young man. But to his amazement, Guy just nodded and put out his hand, gesturing for Riki to shake on it.
As Riki took hold of his hand to shake, the true slum way of the, they two exchanged a silent mutual agreement passed and the tension faded.
"K then." Riki murmured, letting go and walking back to the door, stopping as he turned the handle, contemplating whether to just leave it at that or not. "By the way, theres some retty great chocolate in the pastry box ni the pantry. It's down the bottom and it's great."
Guys' eyes lit up as he processed this great information with a smile to Riki. "Thanks, man." Cooly, both of the parted ways, for now, and headed off again.
Riki quickly made his way back to the room, delighting that nothing or nobody had come in to check on them whist he was away, and hopped back onto the old rusty bed. Wrapping the old and smelly sheets around him and he shoved his face with two of the buns and a few pieces of chocolate with delight at successfully bringing back the bacon; so to speak.
Ohk, so thats the first chapter.
Please review, only positive comments please