This story was written by Kimikotsu and Metal Assasin. More chapters to come! Bo7 and The Thunder Bro's owned by R. Takahashi
Chapter One- "Him"
The bell rang just like any other day. Two desperate seconds after 1 pm. You would know this when you spend an hours class staring at the clock. It was only the second day of school when I had decided that this was the class I was going to fail and that the slow clock was far more interesting than western literature. I didn't give a damn about it anyway.
I left the room in a rush heading to my locker. It was lunch period now and I was going to meet with my friends outside, but first things first. In front of my locker stood a red haired guy, dressed entirely in red and gold, smearing red lipstick on his lips.
Meet Suzako Arika.
He wasn't part of my seven man group, but he was one the main sources for valuable information. He was the Queen of Gossip. From new couples to new students, he knew it all. I paused in front of him with my hand firmly placed on my hip. His red lips curled into a girlish smile.
"What is it that you want to know hunny-buns?" He asked, turning to my locker before punching it two times at the top and two times on the bottom. It popped open instantly.
"Arika…"
"Oh…its Suzi to you"
"Suzi, any recruits for my band? We've been looking for a bassist for two months and we've been empty handed for both of them." I put my books away into the small metal square, and pulled out a crumpled brown bag.
Suzako peered into my locker thinning his lips and squishing together his pricked eyebrows. It was clash of the make up on his face, eye shadow was falling on to the eyeliner, and eyeliner dust was mixing with heavy blush.
"You should decorate that…it's really boring." I glared at him with impatience. He clearly noticed. "Well they're two new students on hall C. They were wearing leather jackets and one had a tacky green Mohawk. Is that what you would want in your little band?"
I raised my brow. "They sound like punks" I stated blandly.
"Honestly! Out of all seven of you guys and not one of you know how to play that little thingy. Besides you said as long as they weren't emo they can join. Bankotsu you are so finicky!" He huffed loudly and dramatically.
"Well, we will have to see whether or not they are as punk as I think they are." Suzako was lying against the locker beside me filing his fingernails. He glanced over to me.
"One was really cute. Like an innocent cute. In fact…" He squinted his eyes in realization and he began to tap his nail file onto his forehead. "He looks like you. Except for his hair isn't as oily, and sometimes you pout and it makes you look like Angelina Jolie. Other wise the resemblance is striking."
I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker shut. We walked along with the tide of people heading for the court yard. I asked him about anything else new. He told me that drama club was meeting at 3 today and to tell Jakotsu.
Jakotsu Tamakashi was my left hand man. He was like Suzako in obvious ways. The reason why he was my left hand man was because my right hand man was upperclassmen Renkotsu Uimasa. Back to Jakotsu, he was my best friend despite his rank in the band. He had a distaste for women, and by distaste I mean he is almost welled up with pure hatred at the sight of any one female.
Suzako and I split from the crowd to steps that led to the football field. That hill was my groups lunch table, because everywhere else was owned by other social classes. We climbed the steps to the middle and plopped down. Suikotsu Jamashi was already there dressed in his student nurse outfit. He was a student at the school of Health and Life Sciences which was a branch of the main school. He nodded in acknowledgement while eating a sandwich.
"Hey Oo-Aniki" He mumbled his eyes fixed on the courtyard below. Suzako giggled.
"I just remembered! Kikyou/Inu are no more and Kikyou/ Naraku are on again." He was referring to Suikotsu's crush, Kikyou Jonso. She was a cheerleader, which was strange because she never smiled or laughed. Suikotsu bowed his head in an inner defeat.
The smell of flowers and vanilla tickled my senses. Jakotsu was here. Behind us stood a guy in a girl's sailor uniform, with ebony bangs that framed his soft face. The rest of his hair was pulled into a unique bun, fastened by his precious blue pin. He was smiling his usual mischievous smile.
"Did someone say something about my Yashie? Did he break up with that emo Suzi-Chan?" He asked,the high pitched and feminine sound of his voice so natural.
Suzako grinned ear to ear and started to squeal. "You better believe it! But rumors are going around that he's going back to Kagome even if she is with Koga. I also hear that she's pregnant!"
Jakotsu laughed. "Yashie will be mine one day."
Inu Yasha was my personal worst enemy and star soccer player. He had a died silver hair which contrast so horridly from his skin it would seem that he wouldn't have so much attention from the ladies (and Jakotsu) Yet he is still so very popular.
"Oh and I saw the cutest guy today! He kind of looked like you ,Bankotsu, but his hair wasn't oily and he didn't look like tomb raider." Jakotsu continued. I flash a scowl at him. Then I scanned the crowd below for him to see this resemblance for myself. I was disappointed to find him no where. But then my eyes caught a green dot heading towards us. It was the pickle scout himself, Renkotsu. Jakotsu stood and saluted him while laughing like a rabid hyena.
"Reporting for duty! Hey! Where are your metals?"
Renkotsu was one strange character. He was a monk in training, in ROTC, and a drum major in the school marching band. You could call him a power freak, and you would be right.
"Where's your masculinity? Oh wait. It left you when you when dropped on your head when you were a baby." The two glare. I ignore it and dig into my brown bag, taking out a left over pizza. It was hard but it still tasted like pizza. Catching me off guard time seemed to slow down. I had turned color blind and hard of hearing. All I could see was a red dotted pushing its way through the crowd. All I could hear were foot steps. The dot grew into a figure and the figure grew into a person. The person climbed up the steps. In a world of blur and smudges he was crisp and clear. He had ebony hair pulled into a long braid. His skin was smooth, and his eyes were a crimson color. I looked at him and instantly picked out my own flaws and couldn't help but run my hand through my rather damp hair. Why does Suzako always have to be right!
He stopped and looked at me with an arrogant grin. He turned to a fat guy with a mohawk and said something, bringing his lips into a much more evil grin. Time, sight and sound caught up with me.
"Oo-Aniki! Are you going to take that from a punk? We must clear the hard rock name!" Suikotsu shouted, standing up and throwing his sandwich in their general direction, missing both. Suzako and Jakotsu were huddled together giggling.
"Huh? What did he do?" I asked.
Renkotsu was standing alongside Suikotsu in a fighting position. He then loosened his posture and turned to me. "He called us dorks."
End of Chapter One