Happy End no Uta

(Well! Not enough Jakotsu fics! So I decided to write one! Bwahahahahaha! This is A/U. Set in modern day Florida. It's narrated by Jakotsu, and sometimes it might be in third person. Some of the pairings are not going to be traditional so please deal with that. The title is obviously the title of that song by Miyavi, for those of you that know J rock. I just figured it would fit the fic. ^_^ *shrugs* Anyway...Let's get on with it shall we?)



Niceville...Sounds nice doesn't it? Well, just to correct you right now, it's not that great. It's not a very big city, if that's even what it can be called, and most of the people there are very ignorant. There isn't ever anything great to do around here unless you want to drive for half a day practically to Pensacola or to Destin...

Okay, that was an exaggeration.

The main event of the year is the Mullet Festival. That's right. The Mullet Festival. We celebrate a fish that's really only eaten in this place. The festival itself is really only an excuse for the half of the population that no one ever sees to come out and get drunk for three days and then go back to where ever it is they live.

It's also an excuse for the world's worst form of music to be played non-stop everywhere you go...Country music. Well, that and rap are the worst...But I won't go into that.

Overall, Niceville is a very dull place, so let me get on with my story.

My name is Jakotsu, I'm sixteen and I'm about to be a junior at Niceville High. Obviously, I'm half Japanese. I've got six brothers, who are all a pain to put up with, a slightly over-protective mother, and a father who doesn't really care about anything. It's a surprise that they haven't gotten a divorce.

I'm not going to take a lot of time in introducing my brothers and talking about them...There's Bankotsu, the oldest, Renkotsu, Kyoukotsu, Suikotsu, Mukotsu, and Ginkotsu. You'd think that since we live in America, we could get normal names for this place. Nope. Not us.

Then again, there are alot of people running around at our school who have weird names...Or maybe they're just nicknames. Who knows.

This is really just a story about my life as a student and as a homosexual. That's right. I'm gay. Most people at school don't like that, so I've got more or less no friends, except for two people who I'll talk about later.

It really started in late July...Around the time band camp started...

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I got out of Bankotsu's car and grabbed my clarinet. "I'll see you at nine, Aniki." I said to him as I closed to door. All I got as an answer from him was a 'whatever.' Don't get me wrong, he's actually the nicest of my brothers. Bankotsu's really the only one who accepts me for what I am.



So I walked onto our crummy practice field, the humidity making my long hair stick to the back of my neck. Grumbling, I put my case down and got a rubber band out of my pocket. I always have one...I hate asking girls for a hair tie. After I tied my hair up into a messy bun type thing, I got out my clarinet and looked around.

A group of the 'popular' guys were playing football. Most of the girls were standing around in their own little groups gossiping about whatever it is girls gossip about. All of the other people were just kind of sitting around waiting for practice to start. My friend had not yet showed up, but then again, he always showed up five minutes before practice started.

With nothing else to do, I sat down and absentmindedly watched the guys play football. I wasn't really watching them though. I was watching really, only one of them...His name was Inu Yasha, another one of those weird names.

Inu Yasha was in the same grade as me. He had long, almost white hair and bright golden eyes. Despite the long hair, he was actually one of the most 'popular' guys at our school. I guess it was because the girls found him sexy. I know I sure did. Of course, Inu Yasha never paid attention to me. He knew who I was, of course, but he didn't ever make fun of me...Which I thought was nice of him. I was always too shy to actually go up and talk to him though.

As I stared at him, I didn't realize that Kouga, one of the honorary 'goths' at our school, was walking backwards while shouting at his girlfriend, Ayame. Before I knew it, he tripped and landed right on me. He grinned, his dyed black hair falling onto my face and then got up. "Sorry 'bout that, Jakotsu." was all he said as he ran back over to Ayame, who was giggling insanely because of who had fallen on.

Great.

"Hello, Jakotsu." I heard my friend's voice from behind me. I turned my head and looked up at him, a grin forming on my face. He was a weird guy. Not at all American. Half Japanese and half British if you can believe it. I have no idea how he wound up in Niceville.

As he sat down next to me and got his flute out of his case, I said, "Hey Naraku." He wasn't exactly normal looking either. He had gotten thick, long black hair from his father, and pale skin from his mother. His eyes were a weird green color and he always painted his fingernails black.

Obviously, long hair was in style.

No one really knew Naraku as well as I did, with the exception of his annoying younger sister, Kagura. I normally don't get along with women, so she really doesn't help much. In fact, the only woman I'll put up with is my own mother...And Naraku's...But she's barely ever at his house.

One thing most people don't know about Naraku is that he's quite a singer. I've told him over and over to join the chorus, but he always says, 'It's dull. All they sing about is happiness and ridiculous crap like that. I'd rather not waste my time.' See what I mean by weird? We've got our own little duet kind of thing going on...I can play the guitar so...Yeah. Our parents don't really like the music we play, but they're supportive enough.

Before we could really say anything, the band director announced that it was time for sectional practice.

Woo hoo.

(end chapter one! I know Jakotsu seems a little dull, but oh well. Don't ask why I decided to have Naraku play the flute either. It just kind of happened. ^^;;; Hope ya like it!)