Fujimi Academy 13:33 JST
Tawny eyes glared irritatingly down the halls of Fujimi Academy. His onyx hair was down to his shoulder blades with it being tied into a tight, low ponytail; his bangs almost covering his rich gaze.
Stopping, he growled lowly before his razor-like teeth showing. He winced in pain, rubbing his temples.
Hey, did you hear about Komuro and Miyamoto?
No, what?
Supposedly, Komuro was rejected by Miyamoto.
No, I can't, why did she do that? He's hot!
You're telling me, now there's one piece of man candy I wouldn't mind licking!
Growling again, his golden gaze glowed before he started walking to the stairwell up ahead. His hand crushed the metal knob as he turned it.
Leaning over the staircase, Takashi allowed the sights, smells, and sounds to fill his senses with euphoria. He sighed, "Woe is me."
"Damn, right."
Turning around from lazy position, Takashi saw a young girl behind. She was beautiful, extremely top-heavy, and had long pink hair tied into twin tails.
"Saya," acknowledged the girl, "what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Saya put her hands on her hips; chin jutted outward haughtily, "skipping class because your little girlfriend dumped you? Pretty pathetic."
Scoffing with an eye roll, Takashi leaned against the stairs, "I actually came here because my head's throbbing."
Saya rolled her eyes as well, "Whatever."
And with that, Saya spun on her heel and left Takashi by his lonesome. The wind breezed by almost inaudibly, clearing his powerful senses. Powerful hormones from males eyeing females, a female's strong perfume, laughter, voices, everything.
Coming out of his stupor, he heard metal banging. Looking at the entrance of the school, Takashi saw the outlines of a few adults going to the gate where they saw someone banging against.
Takashi's eye glowed; the outline of his vision shimmered before everything he saw became crystal clear. His sight became telescopic as he saw the entrance with precision. Everything he heard faded into background noise as he heard the teachers' voices become clear with a slight echo to the sound.
Takashi watched and listened closely. He flinched back when he saw the gym teacher was bit in his arm. Blood gushed from the wound, but Takashi was used to seeing copious amounts of red, so it didn't faze him too much.
Takashi's tawny gaze didn't falter when he saw the teacher spasm and convulse on the ground in agony. The teachers watched in relief as the teacher stopped convulsing. Relief was too short lived, reaching up the now-dead teacher bit viscously into his female coworker.
Takashi took a step back from the rail when the female teacher released an electrifying wail. Getting out of his trance, he sprinted for the door. He ran down the halls back to his class to warn his friends but didn't make it far.
Yelping painfully, Takashi dropped to his knees. Sweat started forming on his face before he began to pant almost to point of hyperventilation. A low, steady ringing began in his head before the volume and intensity drowned out everything Takashi's senses could pick up.
Putting his hands to head, Takashi's head pounded; as if bells were thundering around in his brain. Takashi's fingers clawed through his dark locks like they were about to be pulled from the roots, but Takashi couldn't register the pain.
Takashi's teeth formed into large fangs as his jaw clamped them together. His eyes popped open like glowing lights of gold. He opened his mouth before a feral snarl trickled out.
Slowly, he and his senses regained their bearings.
"Takashi! Takashi, are you alright!"
Looking up dazedly, Takashi saw the blurred forms of his friends. A gray-haired male and an orange-haired, well-endowed female, Hisashi and Rei.
"Rei…" Takashi questioned slowly.
"Come on, Takashi," Hisashi bent down slugged Takashi's arm around his shoulder and proceeded to partially drag him, "you're going to be just fine."
"Takashi…" Rei gazed worriedly at the amount of sweat pouring down his face.
Takashi was struggling to maintain consciousness. He speech was slurred as spoke, "Where… where are we going?"
"Don't worry," Hisashi continued walking, "we're getting you to the rooftop."
Rei and Hisashi carried Takashi all the way to roof of the school. They encountered several obstacles on the way there, namely the school body and teachers turned cannibals. It was terrifying, their skin was dark grey-almost black, eyes were pale grey, and had strong and speed that was beyond human capacity.
It took a lot of effort, especially carrying a heavy, half-conscious teen, to get up to the roof. After setting down Takashi against the wall, Rei and her boyfriend set up a barricade on the stairs using tables, chairs, and desks.
Rei kneeled in front of Takashi, taking a good look at him. His skin was ghostly pale, despite it being a natural bronze, olive tone. Takashi was breathing heavily through his lips and still sweating like a he'd done an intense workout, bangs plastering against his forehead.
"Hisashi," she called, "Takashi's not looking too good."
Walking over to his friend, Hisashi mentally commented that he looked like he was fighting with death, and losing by the looks. Hisashi bent down and put the back of his palm on Takashi's forehead.
He pulled back, "He's like a furnace."
"You don't think he was…" Rei looked horrified at finishing her thought.
"No," Hisashi commented, "it doesn't look he was bitten."
Rei looked skeptical, "Are you sure?"
Hisashi looked at his girlfriend with determined brown eyes, "I know Takashi. He'll pull through, he's stronger than this."
"Takagi! Wait up!"
Kohta Hirano, a heavyset with glasses and dark hair, panted heavily as he ran behind a Saya. Stopping, she hid against a locker, looking beyond the corner for any danger.
"What," she spoke impatiently.
"I know it's kind of dumb asking right now, but why don't we just call the cops?"
Saya sighed annoyedly, "Why am I surrounded by such mindless sheep? Don't you think people have tried that? Yet we haven't heard a single siren. My best bet is that this happening outside the school as well, possibly the police are dealing with the same problem on their own."
"Woah," Kohta breathed, "so this is happening everywhere?"
"Bingo!" Saya's sarcasm was strong, "we can't rely on the police if-let's say hypothetically-this cannibalism is happening everywhere. Bottom line is: we're on our own."
"Come on!" Saya saw one stumble out nowhere. "We got to go, now!"
Saya ran as Kohta trailed behind her. Despite the terrible situation they were in, Saya's thoughts were elsewhere, on a certain someone. Damn you, Komuro, don't die on me! Because if you do, I'm kicking your ass!
"In here!"
A beautiful dark-haired female led to males into an empty classroom. One had coal-colored hair and the other had yellowy blonde hair styled into a mohawk. Setting down them down, the girl ran to the door to close and lock it.
"Takuzo!" Naomi ran to her boyfriend. She saw his sickly look complexion and half lidded eyes. She saw the same thing on his cousin; Morita.
"What's happening to us…" Morita struggled to even out his breathing, or wheezing.
Takuzo noticeably struggled to focus, "Don't know…"
"What about Takashi?" Naomi questioned, as she couldn't think of a way to help her friends.
Morita let out a series of guttural coughs, "Don't worry about Takashi, I can still feel him. He's alive, and still inside the school."
Naomi looked worriedly at Takuzo as he spoke, "Let's just hope he doesn't accidently turn."
"Yeah… let's hope…"
Hazel eyes stared fearfully at the dead body in front of her. Shizuka Marikawa, a beautiful blonde with titanic breasts and ridiculously, literal curves, has never seen anything so horrific.
Looking next to her, she saw who did it. Saeko Busujima, captain of kendo club at Fujimi Academy. This purple-haired, blue-eyed goddess just took the young man's life that got bit trying to save her.
Just then, the door was broken down by the turned students. Despite Saeko's beauty and grace, something darker lain within. Saeko's pink lips pulled into an almost invisible smirk.
Not too much longer, Saeko easily dispatched of the turned students. Shizuka gawked, amazed at the girl. She wielded a practice sword, yet her skill and technique was flawless. Almost like she wielded a real katana.
Using her bokken to push aside one of the dead, Saeko walked with confidence down the hallway, Shizuka jogged after careful not to lag.
The blonde nurse looked at the some of the dead, "Why don't you just kill them?"
Saeko didn't stop, "Well, we don't exactly have that kind of time, do we?"
"I guess—" just then Shizuka tripped and fell to her knees.
Looking at the nurse, Saeko sighed before leaning down. Shizuka's eyes widened when Saeko took her skirt and tore a slit in it all the way up to her hip, showing a glimpse of her lacy, purple thong.
"What the hell?!" Shizuka cried.
Saeko arched an eyebrow, "You have a choice; your life or clothes?"
Shizuka cried indignantly, "Both!"
At that moment, a feminine scream sliced through the halls.
"Are you okay, Takashi?"
Looking at Rei, Takashi rubbed his temples from. He winced in pain, "Yeah, just a little dizziness, lightheadedness, and nauseous."
"Sorry I asked," Rei stared at Takashi.
Hisashi stared at Takashi worriedly, "Are you going to be okay? You don't have anything to protect yourself with."
Reaching behind him, Takashi opened a holster and pulled out a ten-inch tanto. Its sharp edge gleaming off light.
"Where'd you get that?" Rei questioned with surprise.
Takashi shrugged, "My family is yakuza. I always got to keep myself armed."
"Right," Rei commented lowly.
It was no secret Takashi was born from yakuza. When Rei first met Takashi in elementary school, she saw him step out of a black limousine. Intimidating bodyguards all around him. A beautiful, regal-looking woman that shared some of his features talked to him like every word she said was dire.
While Rei had always cherished him, she's always been afraid of him. He was a son of yakuza and she was a cop's daughter. Rei always worried that those two facts would collide one day that would destroy their relationship. She was grateful that this wasn't that day.
"Alright then, let's go," Hisashi announced, "the sooner we leave, the sooner we—"
Before Hisashi could finish his thought, the silence of the hallway was destroyed when a scream echoed through it.
Thanks to all those that stayed loyal to this story. But I just couldn't keep writing with what I had, I felt it was too amateurish to keep on going. I made Takashi too powerful, and most of all: I didn't formally write an outline, so I was just writing chapter to chapter with no real endgame.
Also, since Tora is too similar to this story for me to want to continue it. Sorry to those with much hopes for it. But rest assured I'll give you all more of different genres!
Everything you read so far will implemented into this story, just slightly different.
So with a conversation with my sister, I decided to rewrite The Golden Tiger. Welcome to (wait for it)... Crescent!