Disclaimer: I do not, and will not, own Samurai Deeper Kyo or its characters. (Sad sigh) Hotaru-chan…
A/N: After much begging from well…the oc's that hadn't existed until now, I'll write it. This starts in the present, our time, with five teenagers living in the dorms at their boarding school. These are, as if you wouldn't be able to tell already, the descendants of Kyo and the others. Yeah, cliché as it can get, aw well. Ren's cousin/uncle whatever he really is, finds a mysterious sword, and gives it to her, telling her it belonged to one of her ancestors. What he doesn't know, is that this sword will start a journey of self discovery, into their own past, in order to save their future. So let's join the fun, shall we?
Chapter 1: The Crackhead that started it all
That Friday started the same way Fridays always did.
A loud knock, three to be exact, probably from one of those pushy deans of the dorms, awakens the lump under the covers out of the land of sleep.
Said thumps throws the covers off, revealing a young woman with blood red hair. She stares at the digital clock to her left on the table with bleary green eyes.
"Six thirty? Ugh, it's too damn early," she complains under her breath.
Movement to the right side of the bed catches her eye, alerting her to the nearly awakened state of her companion.
As does the warm hand slowly groping her bare ass through her lacey black panties.
She narrows her eyes, "Takeru."
The blond mop of messy hair beside her shifts, moving closer, and a vague grunt of questioning follows.
"Ger your hand off my ass," commands the redhead.
The searing hot body scoots closer to her until it's up against her back, a face pressed against the side of her neck, two arms wrapped around her waste.
Rolling her eyes skyward, she pulls her arms out from the embrace and sharply elbows the blond in the stomach.
Taken by surprise, the blond tumbles off the edge of the bed and lands on the floor with a thump.
"Ouch," mutters the male, raking a hand through tangled orange blond hair, hazel eyes lidded.
"Ren, that was uncalled for," he says, rubbing his eyes with the hell of his palm.
Ren smirks, "Well sorry. You were having so much fun kneading my ass, I couldn't bring myself to wake you the nice way," she teases.
Takeru grunts in response and sits up, idly scratching his bare stomach, "What time is it?" he asks.
The red haired female rolls her eyes once again, "Six thirty give or take a few minutes. Now get out of here, we both need to change, and don't get caught like a dumbass," she states, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed and standing, picking up a discarded t-shirt on her way to the bathroom across the room.
"I won't get caught," mutters Takeru sourly, locating his own clothing and draping it sloppily over his left arm.
"If you walk down the hallway naked, you will," is Ren's reply from the bathroom, over the sound of running water, "I thought I told you to put your boxers back on last night," she adds.
"I fell asleep," states Takeru.
A loud sigh emits from the bathroom, echoes bouncing off the tiles of the walls,
"Well look for them, cuz the thought of you walking out of here in my panties or something disturbs me," says the redhead.
Takeru rolls his eyes, "What disturbs me is the fact that you assume I'd wear your panties," he murmurs under his breath, "But whatever, I'm looking," he adds louder.
And with that he starts the search for his infamous undies, kneeling beside the bed and peering under it.
After looking through the rumpled sheets, under the desk and in the dirty clothes hamper, he still couldn't find them.
"Hmm where could they be?" he mutters to himself, glancing around the room; until he spots them across the room, draped over the fan on the desk.
"I found them!" he states in a sing-song voice, successfully apprehending them and slipping them on over his slim hips, covering the black inked tattoo of a six on his left hip.
"Good, now get your ass back to your room!" commands Ren, followed by the sounds of splashing in the tub.
With a sigh, the blond quietly slips out the door and down the hall.
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"I am really tired of school," complains a gray haired teen, a tan toothpick protruding from his mouth.
He towered over his two companions, sporting an intimidating vibe to those who didn't know him personally.
His gray bangs fell across his large brown eyes, the rest tied at the nape of his neck in a stubby pony tail.
"You've said that about six times already Takeshi, shut up," mutters a smaller teen sourly, eyes narrowed.
"Don't tell me what to do you little runt, I'll kill you!" snaps Takeshi, glaring at the other teen in return.
Said runt, a teen with near, short strawberry blond hair, sneers at Takeshi arrogantly, "Not in a million years dumbass."
Takeshi takes a step toward him, "Why you no good little,"
"Takeshi, Nobu, shut up, the both of you! It's too early for this," snaps their other companion, crossing his arms over his chest.
With a short puff of air from his mouth, he blows a few strands of layered chocolate brown hair from his gray eyes and frowns, "You two are so annoying," he states, "Ren-chan isn't even here yet," he mutters under his breath.
"But Haruko," whines Takeshi, but corrects his slip of the tongue after a dark challenging glare from the other teen, "I mean Ryuu, class is gonna be so boring."
The door suddenly swings open, and Ren glides in, a wide smirk on her face,
"Yo," she says in greeting, taking a seat beside Ryuu and setting her bag on the floor. She promptly ignores the scold from the useless, in her opinion, teacher.
"Ren-chan is here!" exclaims Ryuu happily, scooting closer to the redhead and beaming.
"What took you so long? Someone has to keep this damn brat on a leash," complains Takeshi sourly, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest.
In response, the resident brat, Nobu, flicks him off.
"You're such a drama queen," states Ren, rolling her eyes at him, "I was in the shower," she adds as an after thought to his question.
"Thank god it's study hall," says Nobu, relief flooding his tone.
"Yeah, but I've got nothing to do, so it's boring," complains Takeshi once again, propping his elbow on the desk and placing his chin in his palm.
"Quit your bitching and get over it," snaps Ryuu, "before I have to seriously kick your ass."
The door swings open again, this time Takeru comes calmly strolling in, nodding his head in greeting to his classmates, "Hey."
"Glad you could finally join us," states the teacher sarcastically, eyeing the blond critically.
Takeru blinks twice, "If I had known my presence was needed, I'd have skipped getting coffee today," he states, taking a seat on the other side of Ren.
Ryuu raises a single pierced eyebrow, "You really are a dumbass."
"So who wants to let the great Takeshi-sama copy their math homework?" pipes up Takeshi in a loud voice.
"Hey Takeshi-sama, how about you do your own homework for once," suggests Nobu sarcastically.
Takeshi glares, "You shut up brat!"
Ryuu rolls his eyes, "You're so big, yet so fragile at mind sometimes."
The gray haired teen transfers his glare to the brunette, "I am not fragile! What crawled up your ass and died!?"
Takeru makes an observation, "Maybe it's her time of the month."
Ryuu immediately reaches over and smacks the blond across the head, "Don't say stuff like that, moron, what if someone heard you?!"
Nobu sighs, "Look, I think people can already tell that you're a,"
He gets cut off by a fist to the stomach, and the brunette hissing in his ear, "Hold your tongue brat, or I might have to remove it."
Boy, Ryuu sure was spreading the love today.
Ren chuckles at the scene, since they were all at the receiving end of uneasy stares from their classmates, along with the teacher who sat at the front of the classroom.
The teacher clears his throat, "Alright you guys, settle down. I know you all want to talk about girls and all that,"
That invokes many raised eyebrows,
"But study hall is a time to do your homework and study, hence the name," he continues obliviously, too caught up in his own speech to notice that the students were ignoring him.
"About that math homework," pipes up Takeshi, smiling innocently at the others.
They stare back at him blankly.
After a few moments of silence, the gray haired teen huffs, "Psh, some friends you are," he mutters.
"Who ever said we were friends?" states Ren with a scoff.
"I don't know where my homework is, and even if I did, I probably didn't do it," is Takeru's response.
"I'm trying to graduate, I don't need to be dragging along some washed out porn writer,"' states Nobu, leafing through his small stack of homework papers.
"Screw you, you damn brat! I'm a great writer! One day I'll be filthy rich, and you'll be a bum!" proclaims Takeshi.
Four pairs of eyes focus on Ryuu, waiting expectantly for his answer.
"I hate you," he states solemnly, and that was all the response the gray haired teen needed.
"Why don't you go back in time and kill the person who invented math?" suggests a new voice from the table beside them.
Alarmed at such an idea, but mostly curious, the group turn around and are faced with a rather pretty girl with wide blue eyes and long jet black hair.
"It's the easiest solution," she continues.
A scoff emits from the smaller teen beside her, a short boy with ash blond hair and sharp honey colored eyes.
"Yeah, not to mention it's impossible," he states, "You really are a dumbass Kaoru."
"Are you on crack?" questions Nobu seriously, an eyebrow raised.
"I'm pretty sure she's drunk," states Kaoru's companion.
"You guys are so mean!" she whines, "Especially you Rai-chan!"
"I think it's a good idea," states Takeru, earning him several skeptical stares.
"Yeah, there's definitely something wrong with that idea if this dumbass agrees with it," states Takeshi.
"It could work!" protests Kaoru.
"Do you even have a time machine, or know where we could get one?" asks Ryuu slowly.
"That question deflates the girls' excited mode, "Oh, I didn't think about that," she says, voice oozing with disappointment.
Rai rolls his eyes, "We really need to work on your common sense skills," he states.
A loud snort startles the group, and forgetting Kaoru's retarded idea, they look toward the sound.
Takeru had his head on the desk, arms crossed over each other in front of him. He was sawing them off.
"How the hell did he fall asleep that fast?" mutters Takeshi in awe, "He was awake a minute ago."
Nobu sighs once again and shakes his head, "Who knows?" he responds, glancing over at Ren, who had her cell phone in her lap and was playing a short game of Tetris.
Feeling eyes on her, she glances up, "You need something?" she asks, an eyebrow raised.
"Your pet fell asleep," butts in Takeshi, a lecherous grin on his face, "Wore him out last night, huh?"
"What are you talking about!?" shrieks Ryuu, "Ren-chan would never sleep with this loser!"
"Oh I dunno about that," says Takeshi slyly.
Ryuu glares at the gray haired teen and lifts a heavy-duty hard cover algebra book and brings it down upon his head, "NO WAY! ME AND REN-CHAN BELONG TOGETHER!" he declares.
Takeshi grunts once in pain, and face plants on the desk before him.
Nobu outright laughs at the display, "Ha, that's what you get!" but unfortunately, Takeshi could no longer hear him.
Ryuu nods in triumph and focuses his attention on Ren, who ignores the babbling teen.
"I don't like my ideas being ignored," whines Kaoru, pursing her lips in a pout.
"Oh be quiet and do your homework," snaps Rai, crossing his arms over his chest.
"All of you be quiet!" snaps the teacher, glaring at them in irritation,
"Sokaro Ren put that phone down, and you, Okazaki Takeru, wake up!" he continues.
Ren glances up at the teacher with a blank stare, while Ryuu and Nobu try to wake up the sleeping blond, but to no avail.
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, the redhead reaches over and pokes Takeru in the arm twice, before she's rewarded with the blond mop of hair rising, and two sleepy hazel eyes peering at her in confusion.
"The teacher is getting pissy, so don't go back to sleep," states Ren.
Grumbling under his breath, Takeru sits up, rests his chin in his arms and stares at attention or at least at attention for someone like him.
"Just think, at least you have one more year," pipes up Ryuu, referring to Takeshi, who was still unconscious.
Nobu scoffs, "Psh, if his dumbass can even manage to graduate, that'll be a miracle in itself."
The gray haired teen immediately regains consciousness and shouts at the blond, forming a loud long argument between the two.
Even as the teacher tried, and fails, to break it up, Ren, Takeru and Ryuu sit there watching the spectacle.
"Oh yeah, aren't you supposed to go to your uncle/cousin's house today?" asks Takeru randomly.
Ren looks slightly surprised over the fact that he actually remembered that, but then covers it with a look of indifference, "Yep, he's supposed to give me something that's been in the family since way back when," she explains.
"Ohh, I wonder if it's some jewelry, or even an old kimono!" says Ryuu in delight.
"For someone who is female, and dresses up as male, you sure like girly things," Takeru points out.
Only earning him a painful punch to the shoulder.
"I don't think it's anything like that," says Ren, ignoring Takeru's whining, "The only girl-type thing I've gotten is a ribbon that belonged to a great grandmother of mine. I hope it's something I can at least sell," she states eagerly, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.
"So what are we talking about?" asks Takeshi, butting into the conversation.
He sported a bruised, and soon to be swollen eye and a bleeding nose.
"He kicked your ass," observes Takeru, a slow grin spreading across his face.
"THAT BRAT DID NOT!" shouts the older teen indignantly.
"We all know he did, stop your bitching and sit your ass down," states Ren seriously.
"Don't tell me what to you bitch!" snaps Takeshi, still not ready to let the matter slide.
Ren stands, looking intimidating even with her height of 5'5, barely up to the gray haired teens chest, "You wanna go you big baboon? I'll freaking kill you," she snarls.
"Yeah right, you can't even lay a finger on me," boasts Takeshi, placing his hands on his hips.
"You look like a chick in that stance," comments Takeru randomly.
"WHAT THE HELL I DO NOT! Your opinion doesn't matter you ingrate!" replies Takeshi.
"No he's right, you do look like a girl in that stance. Either that, or peter pan, and we all know how much of a pansy ass queer he was," says Ryuu, nodding his head in agreement.
"God damn you guys to hell!" shrieks Takeshi.
"Stop shouting or I'll kicks your ass again," snaps Nobu, having finally returned to the group, only sporting a slowly bleeding lip; which he quickly wipes off with the back of his hand.
"You didn't kick my ass!" insists Takeshi, glaring at the younger teen.
"Both of you quit it, you're giving me a headache," snaps Ryuu, "Idiots."
"Haruko-chan do you need a tampon? I bed Ren will let you borrow one," pipes up Takeru solemnly.
That in turn earns him more pain, in the form of a savage punch to the jaw, "I DO NOT NEED A TAMPON! STFU!"
"Ouch," mutters the blond, finger the sore spot.
Ren shakes her head and smirks, "Who else feels like skipping the rest of the day?"
Four hands shoot up into the air in unison.
Suddenly the bell rings, signaling the end of the class period.
The teacher sighs gratefully and gently places the stress ball back into this desk drawer along with the others.
Running a hand through his now messy hair, he states, "Everyone have a good day, and no skipping class!" shooting a stare in Ren's direction.
The redhead and her companions stare back at him, blank looks on their faces.
They quickly gather their things and leave the room.
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"So what's the plan?" inquires Nobu, shrugging his backpack over his shoulders.
"Huh? This isn't the first time you've skipped with us, is it brat?" asks Takeshi in surprise.
The smaller teen scowls, "All those other times you guys held me hostage," he replies smoothly.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," pipes up Takeru randomly.
Takeshi grins, "Heh, good times."
Nobu glares some more, "I hate you all," he mutters.
"No you don't!" coos Ryuu, ruffling the other teens' hair.
The small blond frantically tries to pull away from the frightening 'male', but that only leads to more sharp tugs of his delicate hair.
"The plan is," starts Ren, interrupting the two in their tug of war with Nobu's hair, "to just get the hell out of here," continues the redhead, a victorious smirk spreading across her face.
Nobu stares at her, "I hate to say it, but that's not a very comforting plan."
By that time, the five of them had languidly marched through the halls, not raising an ounce of suspicion.
Now, they were drawing closer to the back doors, that led to freedom beyond from the hell hole called school.
"Are there any teachers coming?" asks Ren, trying not to look around too much.
"I don't see anyone," replies Takeshi, giving the hall a quick once over.
The flow of students was gradually decreasing, everyone returning to their classes.
Smirking again, Ren pulls ahead of the group, reaches the door and starts to push them open.
But as soon as the doors let out a massive creak, a loud booming voice fills the halls.
"Sokaro-san and friends, what do you think you're doing?"
The part of five pause mid step toward the door and turn in unison to face the new threat.
The threat came in the form of a nerdy dark haired boy with coke bottle glasses, accompanied by two girls in a similar state. The girls held up a sign that read, 'Student council.'
"Well damn, this just craps up our plan," mutters Ryuu, rolling his eyes skyward.
"And what plan is that, Yazawa Ryuusuke-san?" inquires the lame, I mean male nerd, hands on his hips.
"Who the hell is this weirdo?" asks Takeru, an eyebrow raised.
"I am Student body president, Teramoto Jiro, please try to remember that Okazaki Takeru-san!" exclaims the president.
"I think they are trying to skip class, Teramoto-san," pipes up the girl to his left.
"I can see that!" he snaps, "I demand you return to your classes before I alert the teachers!" he continues.
"How about you go back to class, before you get your ass kicked," suggests Takeshi, crossing his arms over his chest in an intimidating manner.
"I don't think that is going to happen, Osaki Takeshi-san," replies Teramoto hurriedly.
"If they wanted, you'd be hanging from the flag pole by your underwear faster than you can say banzai," states Nobu seriously.
"Harada-Nobu-san, I cannot even begin to see the reason you, an honor student, would associate yourself with these hooligans," says Teramoto, changing the subject.
Nobu scowls, "They may not be that great for company, but who I associate myself with is none of your business," he states.
"I dunno if it's just me, but that just sounded like we were having a giant orgy or something," pipes up Takeru, earning him a kick to the stomach, and alarmed stares.
"Anyway," continues Nobu, casting a wary eye toward the other blond, "beat it before I take it upon myself to beat the shit out of you," he snaps.
"Whatever, he's an idiot, let's just go," says Ren, stepping through the doors without a second glance at the nerd squad.
"Take one more step and you're all suspended!" threatens Teramoto.
There's a moment of silence between the five teens, only to be broken by obnoxious laughter,
"Psh, yeah right!" exclaims Takeshi, throwing his head back and hooting loudly.
"That's a good one," adds Ryuu, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye.
"He really is an idiot," pipes up Takeru.
"So are you," says Nobu snickering, provoking the other blond into a pout.
Ren smirks, "Do your research next time, maybe you won't make such an ass of yourself," she states, and with a turn on her heels, she was charging down the walkway outside, her four companions following.
'THIS ISN'T OVER!" screams Teramoto, "I'll get you Sokaro Ren!"
A door down the hall opens, a teacher peeks her head out, "Get back to class Teramoto! Just because you're student president doesn't mean you can afford to skip class!" she snaps, holding up a massive book threateningly.
"Grumbling under his breath, the student president and the two nerd girls march back to class, vowing revenge on Sokaro Ren and her hooligan friends.
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XD end first chapter. So what did ya think? I tried to make that as painless as possible.
So the end, the whole student council thing, was inspired by episode 13 of Fruits Basket. I love Hatsuharu. (giggles) so the next chapter will be up eventually, stay tuned, don't flame, and all that. Ja ne!
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