"Normal Speaking"
'Thoughts'
"Japanese Speaking"
=Somewhere in Japan=
"You've done it again boy."A gruff voice said. "You've attracted too much attention and not only that, got expelled. I don't know what to do with you anymore..."
Silence was his answer.
"I have but one solution left. I can send you out of this country, out of harm's way."
A muffled growl was the man's answer.
"Don't give me that. That's how bad it's gotten! If you just stayed off the radar and had a low profile like I told you-"
"-I get it. Okay? I understand. I fucked up."
"You did more than fucked up, you freaking royally screwed yourself over. Look, I know this is going to be tough on you but don't think I'm dropping you in the middle of nowhere. You're going to Bulls worth, my old school."
"...How many old schools do you have?"
"Honestly? I have no idea. I don't know whether to be proud of ashamed that you're following in my path of education."
"Heh..."
"I love you too son. Pack your belongings; you're going to be gone for about a year. Also, I hope you can learn quickly. Foreign languages are always a bitch to deal with."
=Later that month=
A black sleek Japanese car pulled up to the steel gates of Bullworth. The sun was shining brilliantly and the polished surface of the car reflected everything nicely. When the vehicle stopped, the passenger side of the doors opened and out stepped a teenager.
He was dressed casually; a white T-shirt and blue ruffled jeans along with dirty white sneakers completed his outfit. The most noticeable thing about this teenager was that his hair was abnormally colored. Silver locks flowed freely in the air as a breeze blew by, the teenager yawning as he regarded the school before him. This teen's name was Furuichi Takayuki.
'So this is Bullworth huh? I wonder if what dad said was true...'
"You going to be standing there all day gawking or are you going to do something worthwhile?"
The silver haired teen turned towards the speaker and smirked.
"Oh lighten up Yami-san. Dad's paying you good money to drop me off here."
Yami was a man in his early twenties. He was dressed sharply and gave off an aura of authority and regalness, if his pristine black suit with an emblem of a Japanese character embroiled on the front was anything to go by.
"Yeah yeah whatever. All right kid, here's your suitcase and your first allowance. The rest will be sent to you slowly and in parts over the year. Remember, the deal here is that you don't cause trouble. You can go around kicking the crap out of people, screw with the cops, molest some girls, hell even start a riot so long as you do it DISCREETLY."
"Heh...yeah I understand."
"That's what you said the last eight freaking times."
"Well...the last eight freaking times, I thought I was safe and discreet."
"Three of those times you ran in front of a television crew while flashing gang signs. Our unique gang signs. Two of those you did while loudly proclaiming who you were. While beating up cops with a chair. Oh, and how can we forget the incident where you practically VIDEO TAPPED YOURSELF IN THE ACT OF A GANG BEATDOWN!"
"What can I say? I'm a free spirit."
"FREE SPIRITS DON'T GO AROUND-"
"Ahem."
Both males stopped their engaging conversation and turned to see a woman standing in front of the gates with two tall nasty looking boys flanking her. The woman had short brown hair that was curled on the ends and was dressed elegantly in a full conservative business suit. The type that hardcore teachers wore. The two teens with her had hulking figures and were dressed in dark blue suits.
"You must be the new transfer student." She said, eyes showing a displeased look.
"Hai." The teen immediately said as he bowed towards the woman.
"Yes...hello." The woman said, eyebrows rose in confusion.
"Furuichi, you're supposed to speak English you dumbass. And stop bowing! This is the WEST, not the EAST."
The three American people watched with interest as Yami yelled in a rapid and furious tone of voice at Furuichi, the teen staring owlishly at the man.
"Ah forget it." Yami said suddenly as he palmed his face. Regaining his composure, the man turned towards the woman and held out his hand. "You'll have to excuse the boy Miss... I'm sorry; may I know your name?"
"Danvers. You may call me Miss Danvers." She said curtly and quickly shook Yami's hand.
"Ah yes Miss Danvers. You must be the woman I spoke with on the phone. As I was saying earlier, you'll have to excuse him because this boy is obviously not that experienced in foreign affairs let alone speaking English. Yet, I hope. Anyways, please bear with him until he can properly speak the language and work the habit of Western manners into his system."
Miss Danvers directed her stare back at Furuichi, who in turn bowed once more towards her.
"That is...understandable but I can't spend all of my time waiting around for naughty little children like him to learn. I've got a man to make happy."
"Ah yes, I understand. Please, give Dr. Crabblesnitch the regards of Mr. Takayuki. I'm sorry to say I won't get to meet the great man in person-"
"He truly is a great man, is he not?" Miss Danvers suddenly cut in and gushed.
"-But I'm on a timetable. Which way is it to the dorms?" Yami continued speaking as if he didn't just see or hear the near fanatic tone of devotion in the woman's voice.
"Do not worry about his luggage. Our school's prefects will deal with it."
As she spoke, one of the hulking boys strolled forward and grabbed the suitcase out of the car's trunk none too gently.
"Ah...I see. Well then, be good Furuichi. And remember what we talked about during the ride here."
"Hai."
Yami smiled, flashed a victory sign at Furuichi who returned it, and got into his car and drove off.
"Well then, boy...boy?" Miss Danvers snapped her fingers at Furuichi. "Can you understand me?" He nodded. "Very well then, the headmaster is expecting you in his study. And if I were you, I wouldn't keep such a brilliant and wonderful man waiting."
'This woman...it's like she's willing to die for him...are all of America's secretaries like that?' The teen mused to himself as he obediently followed the woman through the gates and onto campus.
=Inside the main office=
After a short embarrassing exchange where Furuichi tried to take his shoes off, ("Whatta ya mean you don't have special school slippers? That's sacrilege!")The boy arrived in the Headmaster's office.
The interior of the office of the headmaster was a true work of art. It was bulit exactly the way it was intended to be. That is, to give off a total oppressive feeling and make anybody younger than eighteen be filled with dread, boredom, and annoyance all in one sitting.
It was also very old looking and had that damp ancient smell that all offices of overbearing principals and pompous headmasters had.
The headmaster himself was a man of education.
"You must be the new transfer, Mr. Takayuki's son I presume?"
"Hai."
"Err...yes hello to you too boy. Now please, answer the question."
Furuichi blinked and tilted his head to the side.
"Boy...answer the question. Are you, or are you not Mr. Takayuki's son?"
Furuichi continued to stare at the headmaster before a figurative lightbulb popped up over his head.
"I...am...Furuichi." The teen said slowly as possible, rolling off each syllable as best as possible while pointing towards himself.
The headmaster immediately understood. "You don't speak English very well do you?" A nod. "Very well, Miss Danvers! Please, may I have a moment of your time?"
Almost instantly, the secretary appeared while holding a tray with a teapot and plate of muffins upon it.
"I'm sorry if I made you wait Headmaster." The woman immediately said, voice filled with affection and warmth. "But I was just fetching your morning tea. I also managed to warm you up English muffins!"
"Oh...you are too kind to me indeed Miss Danvers."
"Oh certainly not Headmaster. A man like you deserves every bit of attention you need."
The two smiled at each other before a cough interrupted their moment. Dr. Crabblesnitch blushed a tiny red a while Miss Danvers shot Furuichi a dark glare.
"Pardon me Miss Danvers but could you please notify the Mr. Galloway that his services are required for...a special student."
"At once Headmaster." With that, the secretary was gone in a flash.
The two remaining males in the room turned to look at each other before the older one gestured to one of the seats right in front of his desk.
"Well then, let's see here." The principal opened up a manila folder and skimmed it. "My, you've been a very naughty boy haven't you Mister Takayuki?" Crabblesnitch said as he placed a long list of misdeeds in front of Furuichi. Thankfully, there was a passage in Japanese for him to read. "Vandalism, inappropriate dress, public indecency, disruptive behavior, bad language, violent conduct, disrespecting authority, cheating, fighting, theft, forgery, gang activity."
In his mind, Furuichi was screaming loudly. 'WHAT! BULLSHIT! I NEVER STOLE ANYTHING! I'M INNOCENT OF THAT!'
"Um..." Furuichi tried to explain himself.
"Yes, I've never met a boy like you. Never in all my life," Crab said, ignoring him. The principal stood up and walked around as he spoke. "Takayuki, you're quite the nastiest little boy I've ever encountered. You're as almost as bad as your father was! And I was there with the man himself in his younger years! Let me tell you, half the things he did were truly acts against humanity. It was those very things that made me pursue a career in education, to help fix nasty little boys like you so that you don't become like him."
Furuichi said nothing, his eyes wandering around the room as the Headmaster continued to speak. If this asshole was going to be talking bad about his dad, then screw him!
"Now, I know what you're thinking. Why would such a man like me, waste my time on a troublesome little boy like you? Do you know the answer little Furuichi?"
Silence.
"It's because it's my job! You excel in less than stellar behavior and I excel in fixing little boys that cause less than stellar behavior. I'm tasked with making you into a respectable member of our community here at the Academy and I intend to do my job well. I've got a good feeling about you boy," Dr. Crabblesnitch said as he stood directly in front of him. "A feeling you and I are going to be great friends. You best remember to keep that nose clean boy or I shall clean it myself." Crabblesnitch said in a threatening tone. "You would be wise to burn this moment in your mind boy. This moment, where you turn a new leaf."
Furuichi continued to say nothing, half-lidded eyes regarding the headmaster partial with boredom and partial with no clue as to what he was saying.
English was indeed a foreign bitch he had yet to deal with. I mean, what the hell was half the crap this man was saying anyways?
In the end, the Headmaster had felt as his work was done so he turned back towards his doorway.
"Miss Danvers? Are you back yet?"
As if she was waiting for his signal, the woman appeared once more.
"Oh yes Headmaster. I've notified Mr. Galloway and he said that he's drafted up a most effective plan indeed to deal with our newest student."
"Ah yes, that's great to hear. Now then, Miss Danvers, would you be so kind as to guide our new friend here on a tour of the school and to the dorms where he may be properly attired."
=Outside=
'Lousy old bitch.' Furuichi darkly thought. 'Freaking hands me a crappy map and shoos me off like I'm not worth her time. I swear! I don't even know why I bother anymore!'
The silvery haired teen looked around outside. A kid was currently being shoved into a trash can by another one in a white dirty shirt. Two groups, one dressed in blue sweaters and the other in leather jackets, were fist fighting. A group of green shirts were running as quickly as they could from another group of muscle bound boys.
"What the hell is going on? Where's the order? The prefects?"
"Hey you!"
Furuichi turned towards a menacing tall fat African man. His face was set in a sneer and his massive girth only added onto his nastiness. A name tag clipped to his blue overcoat said Hattrick.
"Why aren't you in your uniform?" He barked.
"..."
"Answer me!" The man yelled as he grabbed Furuichi by the arm.
"Me...Not...speak..."
"What? Speak English boy or I'll have you bought to the Headmaster!"
With great difficulty, Furuichi managed to pull out an English to Japanese dictionary given to him by the kind yet drunk Mr. Galloway and flipped it open.
"I...speak...bad...English." Furuichi tried, his voice sounded artificial as he tried his best to repeat the sounds present in the book.
It worked as Mr. Hattrick released him but still continued to glare at him.
"Are you a new transfer here?"
"Hai...er...yes."
"Well then hurry and change into your uniform boy! The dorms are that way!"
Furuichi followed the man's finger and nodded. Bowing in thanks, the teen quickly dashed away from the mean man, his arm slightly bruised.
=Inside the Boy's dorm=
The trek to the dorms had been mostly uneventful despite initial problems with the local student body. Mainly the ones in dirty white shirts. Apparently they had a contest going to see who could trash the most students and Furuichi had been unlucky enough to be spotted by three of them. Thankfully, a prefect managed to scare them away when he reached the center of the crossway that lead to the dorms.
Stepping inside lead to an interesting scene.
"Hey, you're the new kid." An interesting guy with brown hair and blue eyes said. A scar over his right eyebrow was visible. He was dressed in a green vest and the school uniform.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Another short kid with a buzz cut and small yet noticeable scars barked back. He wasn't wearing a uniform and was instead dressed in a plain white T-shirt, brown jacket, and blue pants.
"Friendly, aren't you?" The green vest snarked.
"Gimme a break dickhead." The boy retorted.
"Hey, relax friend, you're all pent up. Go easy or they'll put you on medication. They did to me and boy it nearly sent me insane."
"Hmph. Typical American doctors. They think drugs will solve everything...I mean most of the time they do but seriously..."Furuichi muttered quietly to himself.
It was quiet enough as both boys turned to face him.
"Hey, more fresh meat!" The one in the green vest said as he sauntered up to Furuichi and stared into his face.
"Um...Me speaky no good English?"
For some reason, that made the boy laugh.
"Oh man, you sound so girly! Are you really a dude?"
The green vest student got closer which made Furuichi immediately back up and raise both hands in a threatening manner.
"Hey man, no disrespect but I don't swing that way! You want some of me; you gotta break through the wall of fists first!"
"Hey relax. You're just like that guy." He said, pointing at the other student.
"Okay, I got more important things than listen to you and your new crazy gibberish speaking friend so I'm outta here." The boy tried to leave but the one in the green vest grabbed him.
"Listen to me tough guy. You just arrived at the toughest school in the country and I'm offering to be your friend. Trust me, in a place like this your gonna need friends. So it's up to you. You gonna play nice or what?" He asked, eyes filled with a playful yet evil glint.
The silver haired teen noticed the boy's hands clench before relaxing and accepting the other boy's offer.
"All right, fine."
Furuichi stared at the two a bit before he remembered why he was here in the first place.
"OH!" He said loudly before shrinking under the two stares directed at him. "Um..." Fumbling around quickly, the Japanese teen pulled out his dorm room key and the dictionary.
"I...am...looking...for...six...number?" He said uncertainly.
"Hey! Why you talking like that? You trying to make fun of me?" The boy in not uniform took a menacing step forward. Furuichi didn't back down but raised his hands in what he hoped was a placating motion.
"Relax...obviously you weren't listening before or else you would realize our friend here isn't a good English speaker."
Furuichi blinked in surprise. "You speak Japanese?"
"What can I say? I'm a genius."
The silver head teen blinked before smirking.
"Good to know I have someone I can totally mouth off to about other people."
"Heh. I like this guy...even though you sound too much like a girl. So anyway, how about I show you two around?"
The buzz cut kid rolled his eyes before he and Furuichi followed the green vest man into a big living room type area. There was a crappy looking small television set placed in front of a broken down couch with springs popping out everywhere. In the left part of the room, an arcade game tantalized anybody with small change as it made many flashing lights and loud yet fun noises. The final touch was a card table with several marks marred into the top and surprisingly decent looking chairs.
"We don't have a bar in the dorm, just a soda machine." The green vest kid said as he directed both transfer students to the vending machine in the right hand corner. The buzz cut kid inserted a dollar into the machine and quickly chugged the can of Beam Cola while Furuichi stared in fascination.
"Beam...Cola?" Furuichi sounded out.
"It sounds like a rip off of something doesn't it?"
"Hah, don't get me started on that business. Now if you'll excuse me, I kinda want to try this stuff."Furuichi stepped up to the machine and rummaged in his pockets.
...Only to remember he didn't have any proper currency.
"What's the matter man?"
"Um...uh...not thirsty no more?"
"You don't have money do you?"
"...No."
Gary only rolled his eyes before pulling out a crisp dollar bill and shoving it into the machine. The can clunked down into the open slot and the boy grabbed it and tossed it to a surprised Furuichi.
"Consider it a welcome gift...oh man,I totally just realized we have no idea what each other's names are."
The three boys eyed each other before introducing themselves.
"Jimmy Hopkins, don't forget it."
"Gary Smith, genius extraordinary."
"Furuichi Takayuki...Japanese."
It was at that point Gary took a good look at the two.
"You two should probably change into your uniforms if you don't want to get taken down by those lumbering prefects. C'mon, I'll show you the way."
Gary led Jimmy to a room across the hallway and told him it was his. Furuichi was a bit further down and much messier than Jimmy's.
"Unlucky you, you got a dorm mate. Try not to piss him off or else you'll be paying for it."Gary said as he surveyed the room from the doorway.
"Do you know who my dorm mate is?" Furuichi queried.
Gary had already left.
"How the fuck do people always disappear like that when I need them?"
=Later after dressing=
Furuichi checked out his reflection and sighed at what he saw. The drab blue sweater over tucked in white and beige pants and white shoes was just too bland for his taste but he could do nothing about any of it.
Stepping out, he traveled the short distance to Jimmy's room and heard Gary ranting.
"Well, ADD primarily. But also life, my parents, this school, western civilization..."
"You sound like a man who would make it big in the East my friend."Furuichi called out loudly as he made himself known.
Inside Jimmy's room was slightly better. There was a chemistry set near the window, a wardrobe, nightstand, and surprisingly empty yet only slightly peeling and clean walls. The bed had thick covers and was messy like it had just recently been slept in and never made.
"Is everybody just attracted to my room or something?" Jimmy roared. "All of you! Out now! I'll meet you guys soon, just let me finish unpacking damn it!"
Jimmy rudely shoved Gary, Furuichi, and another boy in a pink shirt and blue vest roughly out.
"Looks like it's someone time of month."
Gary barked out laughing while the boy stared in confusion.
"What did you say?"
"Um...I speak...bad...English?"
"Oh...that's okay then. If it's too much trouble for you, that is. I'm Peter, Peter Kowalski. Nice to meet you."
"Uh..."
Gary had recovered from his impromptu laughing spree and cut into the conversation.
"Oh, I see you've met the dorm's mascot. Ladies and gentleman I give you. "FemmeBoy" the girliest boy in school," Gary then grabbed Petey and held him in a headlock. "Already trying to make a move on the fresh meat huh Petey? What? Jimmy too mean to be your friend? Huh? Huh? C'mon, c'mon, say something!"
"Hey, lay off him man."Furuichi separated the two. "I'm not a fan of assholes dude. Stop being a jerk to him!"
"Oh I'm so sorry Madam! Here, let me kiss his little boo-boos and send him on his merry way!"
The two teens continued to bicker rapidly in Japanese with a fearful Pete watching. Jimmy had just finished packing and stepped out to watch the exchange.
'What the hell have I gotten myself into? Damn it mom, I really hope to hell that you aren't staying with that phony."
A/N: Little rough for me but I'm too much of a fanboy of Bully to care. I hope Furuichi doesn't sound too Mary-sueish right now or when I actually get to fighting. Oh, and that Japanese thing will be a bit common until October.