This was rewritten, expect the new chapter later tonight or tomorrow. The spoof-y one has been moved to my Silly Short Stories because I felt that's where it belonged. I'd actually like to do something serious with this.
-/-True Blood:
"That's right, you little punk!" Professor Kamijou screamed, 'drop kicking' one of his students. In the classroom, this would be highly inappropriate. However, out in the streets, during a 'game' of Blaster, it was more than expected that he pound the living day-lights out of anyone who challenged him.
His opponent fell to the ground, landing on his back. The crowd cheered, elated by the quite victory. One voice stood out among them. It seemed Nowaki had come to watch him fight again.
"Hey, Hiro-san," he said later, "Would you mind if I came over?"
"Don't bother."
"Alright, I'll bring some solids. That why we can eat together."
"I told you 'no.'"
"See you at 18:00 then!" Nowaki called, already walking away.
"Idiot," Hiroki shook his head in disapproval. He was the undefeated 'Brat Prince' of Blaster. Everyone it seemed wanted a piece of him, whether it was in a good way or bad. Nowaki and he had been best friends since they'd met in the orphanage. And they'd remained friends even after that. However, that didn't mean Kamijou wanted to hang out with him all the time! That guy just didn't know when to quit!
He walked home alone, slightly tired from the street fight he'd just engaged in. His apartment was crammed with books and it took him a few moments to navigate his way over to his room, which was relatively neat compared to the others. After closing his door and falling into bed, he easily fell into unconsciousness.
He was awoken some time later by a knocking at the door. He wrote it off as Nowaki, whom had somehow lost his key. It wasn't until he heard the door being broken down did he stir. He was rubbing his eyes when he heard a shout and the crash of several books hitting the ground. Two man barged into his room a few minutes later. The first was instantly nailed in the head by the book Hiroki'd been cuddling. It had been meant for Nowaki. The man fell to the ground, twitching a bit. Hiroki's skill would be enough to have killed the man if he'd really wanted.
The second man grabbed him before he could get a hold of another heavy volume. He held the now defensless Kamijou down. It wasn't very difficult. Hiroki may be tough, but muscle was something he lacked greatly. Save for the muscles in his throwing arm of course.
"Kamijoi, Hiroki. College Professor, correct?" the man asked in a gruff, serious voice.
"Yes."
"I'm here to arrest you for the murder of Fujimori, Kyōsuke."
"What?"
-/-
As if the ride to the station wasn't uncomfortable enough, it became somewhat worse when the other police man woke up and began claiming Hiroki had beaten him with a crowbar.
He wouldn't be so ashamed of being taken out with only a book if he remembered who he was dealing with! I am the Blaster Price after all, Hiroki thought with a smile. His smile vanished a few moments later when the same cop handcuffed him to a chair and proceeded to slap him every time he pleaded his innocence. However he was still found guilty, without there actually having been a trial.
He was dumped into a private cell a short while later. It seemed his luck had come to an end. Until another officer showed up an hour later to inform him that there were visitors' awaiting him. He was then guided to a smaller room where a woman and man* were waiting for him, on the other side of a pane of glass.
"Kamijou-Sama," the women began, rising to greet him. She nudged the man to her left a couple of times before he too stood. "I am Aikawa-san and this is Isaki-san. We've heard a great deal about you."
"Oh," he said, not exactly sure what to make of the situation. He sat down and gestured for his 'guests' to do the same.
"We hear you're an excellent fighter and believe we could use you." Aikawa said, smiling and sweeping a strand of hair from her face.
"For what exactly?"
"Well, you see it's oblivious you won't be getting out of this dump-"
"I told everyone already, I didn't kill that kid! Even though he had ghastly penmanship and used atrocious grammar!" the professor of Literature scoffed, "Once, he handed an essay in, late of course, with all kinds of 'text language' and run-on sentences you wouldn't believe! I mean, there's a difference between a complex sentence and a run-on and this kid was king of the run-on sentences! You know what, I'm glad he's gone! The world won't suffer the loss of another mindless teenager!" *
"That, Kamijou, is probably why they believe you killed him."
"I only wish I could have been given that reward."
"Regardless of your innocence or not, you will still be found guilty, that is if you even see trial, and will either be given a life-sentence or the death-sentence."
"One would be just as unpleasant as the other."
"Precisely," Isaki spoke up, "Now, what Aikawa is trying to get at here is this: we can get you out."
"Bull," Hiroki said, though hope was shining in his eyes.
"It's true, we're willing to make a deal with you." The other man said, leaning forward. "You will be cleared of all charges if you do this for us. And once you've finished, you will be awarded freedom."
"What is it you want in return?"
"All you have to do," Aikawa began, "Is enter Igra and beat the Il-Re."
Kamijou's eyes widened, "You've got to be kidding me. You can't expect me to survive in there!"
"Kamijou-Sensi, you're a master at Blaster. The Brat Prince they call you, there's got to be something behind that! You have to win, because there's no one else that can win! I've seen you fight and I know you're not someone to back down. I know you can win!" Aikawa had risen to her feet as she spoke. She seemed to realize it then and slowly took her place beside Isaki once more. "You've got to do it. No one else can."
-/-
Hiroki had been given fifteen minutes to gather everything he'd need from his apartment before being taken to the border into Toshima, known before as Tokyo.*
Nowaki was waiting at his doorway when he and Asahina, the man sent to 'guard' him, got there.
"Hiro-san?" he asked, eyes narrowing on Asahina.
"It's a long story."
"No speaking!"
"Oh, come on!" Hiroki protested, "I could be killed tomorrow, don't I even get to say good-bye?"
"I don't it's a good-"
"What the hell is going on?" Nowaki interrupted. He felt the urge to grab his Hiro-san and run but his lover had a strange look on his face. This man wasn't the threat. Nowaki didn't need to worry about him.
"I-"
"I cannot allow you to tell him any information that must be kept private."
"Look dude, I was just going to say 'I love you, man.' I'm not going to spill any great secrets! Now, if you don't mind, I think we should say our good-byes in private. We're on terms where we cannot properly part ways in public."
"I see…" Asahina nodded after a moment and said, "Understood. Yaoi moment is approved."
"Don't worry, we won't be more than five minutes!" Hiroki called other his shoulder, "My friend here is kind of new to this!"
"Hiro-san!"
"What's life without a little humor?" he laughed, dragging Nowaki by the elbow. Once inside, he turned serious. "I'm entering the Igra."
"What?"
"It's the only way I could get out of prison. Besides, I've heard the men in Toshima are frisky."
"But, Hiro-san, you're innocent aren't you?"
"It doesn't matter, I hurt a cop. They'll fry me for that no doubt."
"You beat up a cop?"
"I didn't beat him up! I just hit him with a book, which was meant for you by the way! If you'd have shown up earlier- No, wait! I didn't ever tell you the worst part, the second one tried to rape me, Nowaki. All because ,you weren't there to protect me."
"I'm so sorry, Hiro-san."
"Well, you'll be real sorry when I kill the Il-Re and come back. Because after that I'm free, and I'll be coming after you, buddy!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"
"Well, since you're sexy, I'll think about it." Hiroki said, grinning, "But that doesn't mean I won't kill you!"
"Is there nothing I can do to help you out here?"
"Unless you kill the Il-Re for me, I don't see how you could." Hiroki said, taking a knife from under his bed.
"Hiro-san…" Nowaki breathed. He thought Hiroki had gotten rid of that.
"Do you remember this old thing?" the professor seemed lost inside his own little world. "He gave this to me… He said I could have it if I held his hand…"
"Hiro-san?"
It was no use. The man was somewhere else, thinking of a place he hadn't seen since his childhood.
"Kamijou-Sama?" Asahina asked, knocking lightly.
"Coming," he said, grabbing his coat and hurrying out.
Nowaki was left behind in the apartment, wondering what he should do. The best thing that to ever happen to him just walked out on him. Walking to his deathbed, no doubt. And Nowaki had no way of stopping it.
-/-Thank you for reading this!
This story is for a friend whom watches Togainu no Chi with me. As you can see, I'm going by the anime in this because he doesn't read a lot of manga or play the game. More about Igra/Igura will be revealed as the chapters go on.
*I know 'man and woman' reads/flows better but I prefer to name the superior class first. ;)