Teems of the Deranged
Cheers to whomever gets to read this. Namiya here.
So, yeah. Another fic after almost two years of not updating my last story ("Seasons at the Brink", if you're feeling mildly curious).
The setting here is somewhat similar to that story, but instead of going towards the downer route (which "Seasons" was
almost telegraphed towards), this one's a bit more cheerier... well, given a degree of cheery.
Ryu is (despite all my wishes to the contrary) again the main character, on his Alpha incarnation, if a bit (21 yrs) younger. After
all these years, I've given up on pretending I can write a S.F. fic with someone else on the lead character position. Sakura is on
the female lead. And a few other dudes (and dudettes) from that Street Fighter timeline will be appearing. Most OC's will be
very low-key, with maybe a couple of them playing a slightly-significant role.
If you have any suggestions, scorn, flaming, praise, indecent proposals-- BLOW THEM OUT YOUR ASS!
Nah, just kidding. Feel free to give me your two cents. Reviews are greatly appreciated. So, with less ado than before...
PROLOGUE
(Post Golden Week, 20XX)
It has been well over 10 years now. To be honest, there was never a moment
within the first year of my stay here that I felt at ease.
It is not the worst situation, once you get accustomed to it: Lodging. Getting
more than fair sustenance as far as it goes. And most importantly, I am able to
continue my training, all on one condition. One that actually encourages the
bettering of my skills.
"Bro, are you awake?! Please bro! May I come in?"
It would be much appreciated if the interruptions did not come in the middle of the
daily ritual of drying my hair, though.
"What is it, Hideshi?" Hopefully my tone will not come off as alienating.
"It's the lil' Lady! She's ill!"
Oh, how bloody likely.
"Are you sure? It is quite early, and she usually leaves late for school"
"She is! She was trying to finish something when Mr. Shiroi found her collapsed"
Her English Class Assignment! Hopefully is not an exposing piece.
"… I see. Thanks for reporting this over to me, Hideshi. I will take care of the rest"
"Please do so, bro!"
Ah, today is going to be one of 'those' long days. Darn it.
Some time later, outside the Kasugano Household.
"I am of--!"
Crud. Old Master Sho!
"Can it be known where are you going this early?"
"Uh… well, Milady seems to be feeling under the weather and, well…" Why am I
hesitating about this?
"You pamper her too much. She needs to know her proper limits, Ryu"
"I assure you, Milord; she needs to rest. I am merely submitting her assignment
and hoping for a way to make certain she can receive her upcoming homework"
"…" For a moment, Master Sho just stared at me, with a slight grin adorning his face.
"Is something the matter, Milord?"
"Heh, tightly wound around her little finger, are you?"
"I… beg your pardon?"
"Don't mind this old man" His snub-worded response was sharp, as always.
"Do your little errand and be careful, Ryu" He concluded.
"I will do so. Well, I am off"
Even at his most formal, Master Kasugano Sho often felt inclined to include
a humorous remark regarding the situation. Experiences in life make that to you.
Near -Tamagawa Minami- High School. Ten minutes before the bell.
Seems I made it in time. Normally I do not come to this institution until much
later, and much less do I enter it, but there is a first time for everything. Now
please, TRY to remember where the second-year classes were located—
Of course, said task would be markedly easier if I did not had at least a
classroom's worth of students staring at me.
Ignore them; just try to get to the Second Year class halls.
"Oi!"
Oi? Wait a tic: I know that voice!
"Master, is that you? What are you doing here?"
What was her name? Remember, remember darn it! Hina? Ayuhara? Zumi?
She called you 'Master'… Oh! Got it!
"Ah, Chitose. How are you today?"
"I'm fine. But you haven't answered my question yet, Master"
"Oh, you see… actually? I am quite glad to find you here before the bells
rang. Makes my errand that much easier"
"Is that so?"
After a minute that felt like an hour of explanations and struggling to
pull off a convincing tone...
"Oh, I see now" She seemed a bit surprised by Milady's sudden illness.
In truth, it also did throw me off centre.
"So I was hoping you would aid me with this little predicament"
"Oh of course; I'll gladly take it to her house, if you—"
"Uh, do not worry. I will come around at the usual time. My sister needs to rest"
"I… see. Well anyways, don't worry about it, 'kay?"
Phew! Avoided biting the bullet there… for now, anyway.
"I will leave it on your hands then, Miss Chitose" I was planning to leave
there and then, after she took the (indoor shoes) off her locker, but just
as I turned around…
"You know… if you hate calling so much attention to your person, you should
seriously consider losing the suit, Master"
While her words do hold some insight, the issue here is not entirely related
to such a trivial matter.
"I guess you do have a point" But retorting to it adequately may not seem like
the sensible choice. Just give her the time of day.
"Good thing no one's really into hazing around this school"
"Lucky me, then" If only it was something simple as hazing.
"Either way, be seeing you later then, I guess" She said, before finally leaving
for Homeroom.
"Uh, all right then. Good luck today"
Anyway, do not lose momentum now. I need to go back to report matters and
making sure nobody gets too suspicious. Hopefully Milady will have much better
health by tomorrow.
Suddenly, my cell-phone starts to vibrate. Maybe Milord did needed me early o—
Ah, crud.
Foot-stains: So there it is. The prologue's out of the way. Over the next 10 days, the first chapter. Have a sweet day.