Hello! It is Moi! I have decided to simply re-upload this in as a different story. It is the re-written version of my original story Bully, and it is up to you as to whether or not you read the original. I was going to use the original Japanese names (Ren, Hao, Horo Horo etc.) but as I originally wrote this with the English names, I thought I would keep it that way. I'm sorry If that annoys anyone, but as I saw the English dub before I read the manga, and grew up with that for six years, it's what I'm used to. If it really bothers anyone, I'll re-upload it as different story with Japanese names. Also, Lyserg is a girl in this. When I was younger I bought a Jetix magazine with a Shaman King Promo disc and for three years, I only watched episode 63 and thought Lyserg was a girl. Imagine my surprise when, in episode 27, I find out he's a boy -_- but that bit in the manga was brilliant!
Len: Great, I have to put up you again -_-
Cole: YAY! The Oh Holy Mistress of...Something-or-other has come to bless us once more.
Ttcf:...
Len: What the heck!? Wrong story!
Cole: I like talking to her ^_^...And I may have had a box of cookies.
Len: -_- No more cookies for you -_-
On with the ficcy!
Bully: chapter 1 –the new kid
As soon as he walked into the Japanese classroom, Len could tell that there was something off about the new boy. He'd never met him before, not that he could remember, but there was something off about him. Perhaps it was the glare that this new boy shot him, or the way that he stuck his middle finger up at him. Perhaps it was the small knife that he saw in the boy's back pocket or his abnormally long chocolate-coloured hair. Whatever it was, Len knew that this boy was not somebody you messed about with. And he realised that for some odd reason, Len had already annoyed him. Slightly perturbed, Len glared back furiously at this new boy, golden eyes shimmering in the morning light. The boy glared harder, onyx eyes hard with hate. They burned into Len with a steely glare, daring him to challenge the boy.
"A-hem." A very loud and obvious cough snapped both students into reality. Their fellow classmates watched on with mild curiosity, two of which were making an odd bet and whispering back and forth.
Growling slightly, Len broke off their glaring match as his teacher, Mr Mimoto, walked into the classroom.
"Is there a problem, Mister Tao?" The tutor asked, pushing up his glasses. Len looked down in shame at his actions and sat in his chair, ignoring Zeke's smug grin.
"No Sir, sorry Sir."Mr Mimoto nodded approvingly before turning to the strange new boy that Len had already been 'acquainted' with
"So class, we have a new student today. Would you like to introduce yourself?*" The teacher explained, and Len revelled in the blush that appeared on the boy's cheeks. The new boy stepped forward, glaring at Len once more before addressing the class.
"My name is Zeke Asakura and I am related to Yoh Asakura. Thankfully, unlike my brother I do not sleep in class" At this, the elderly teacher sighed in relief and Len snorted, drawing Zeke's attention to him once more. At the back of the class, Lyserg and Trey were having bets on who would win the rather heated glaring match.
"Well Zeke, in a normal situation I would situate you with your brother, however his desk is...Occupied by his head currently and the only desk available is by Mister Tao over there..." Len's grin slipped off his face in an instant as he stood up (Whilst maintaining eye-contact with Zeke, Of course) and screamed
"WHY HIM!?"
Funnily enough, he was not the only one horrified by Mr Mimoto's decision.
Zeke protested angrily against the teachers idea, ripping his eyes from the golden eyed teenager, earning a "YES I WIN!" from the one of the two students who had bet on the match, with Trey handing over a £10 note to the girl that was sat beaming him beside him.
"Is there a problem, Mister Asakura, Mister Tao?" Asked the teacher once more, albeit somewhat impatiently.
"Yes, there I—"
"No sir, there is not sir" Replied Len, somewhat half heartedly. Mr Mimoto smiled and pointed Zeke to his chair.
"Very well then, go sit down." Len could've sworn that he saw flames in Zeke's eyes
"Settle down you two. It's only temporary after all." Mr Mimoto answered casually as Zeke dumped his bag beside Len's desk and took his seat, all the while glaring at the boy beside him. Once Mimoto's back was turned, however, he hissed into Len's ear.
"I am going to make you life a living hell for this Tao"
For some reason, those words unnerved Len. Especially when he remembered the glinting knife in the other boy's back pocket.
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The bell rang signalling the end of class, which was a relief for Len. Zeke had certainly lived up his word, as all lesson, he had kicked Len's leg under the table, much to Len's chagrin. He had whispered nasty insults and tugged his hair, to the point where it was coming out in clumps. Wearily, Len stood and got up to leave. He didn't see the older Asakura's deadly smirk, nor did he see the outstretched foot until it was too late. And with a bang, he landed face first onto the wooden floor. Len growled and rubbed the bruise forming on his nose, ignoring the childish giggles of the other children around him.
"Walk much, stupid?" Mocked Zeke, looking around at the reaction of the other children, seemingly very pleased. Len glared hatefully at the smirking Asakura as he picked himself off of the tatami mat and left. However, as he reached his locker, he felt a hand in his hair. He tried to twist around only to find a stronger body pressed against his, crushing him into the locker. He writhed, trying to escape from the boy above but it was no use. Len felt hot breath in his ear and long hair tickling his face as Zeke bent down.
"Do you know why the children there laughed at you Len?" He hissed, gripping Len's chin harshly. Len didn't respond. Snarling, the Asakura increased his grip on Len's chin and dug his nails in, drawing blood. "I asked you a question, Tao! And I expect an answer!"
"No, I don't. Care to enlighten me?" Len replied, using the same deadly tone he had been addressed with in an act of defiance. He was a Tao! And Tao's do not show weakness.
"Because. You're. A. Freak. A freak that everybody wants to see the downfall of! They were cheering me on, Len. They want you to die, Len. None of them actually like you, they just don't want you to look down on them. Look around Len. Look at the large group that's gathered to see your downfall. To see someone put you in your place!"
A sickening crack resounded throughout the hall as Zeke smashed Len's skull into the lockers. Slightly dazed, the boy opened one weary golden eye and realised sadly that Zeke was right; a large crowd of children had come to watch, but none to help.
Not even his friends.
With a smug grin, Zeke kicked Len in the stomach repeatedly, knocking him down to the floor. Kick after kick. Breath after haggard breath. Len endured every single one without making a sound of pain or protest. And it aggravated Zeke.
"Are you quite finished yet? I believe lunch is almost over and I would like to get something to eat." Suddenly, Zeke saw red.
He snarled at the boy below him, loathing the defiance twinkling in his gleaming eyes. The cocky smirk, the arrogant tone! They made him scream in frustration as he increased the power of his kicks. He grabbed the smaller boy by the collar of his perfect, immaculate uniform and slammed him against the lockers once more. Zeke punched him in the face, hard, and a slight cracking sound was. Blood started to trickle out of Len's nose and he winced slightly.
"Aww...Is that too much for itty bitty Tao? If you weren't such I freak, people wouldn't have to beat you up now would they?" His assailant mocked, getting a laugh from the crowd. Len glared at him once more, determined not to appear weak.
"Go die." Len smirked, ignoring the pain from his broken nose as he quoted Angel Beats!. He could've sworn Zeke's eyes flashed red. His own eyes widened in alarm as he saw Zeke reach into his back pocket.
'No, he wouldn't...actually do it!?' How sad that once again in the space of such short time, he was proven wrong. An arm wrapped around his neck. The blade pressed up against his throat as a trickle of crimson liquid dribbled downwards. He squirmed, trying to get away but his body and mind were exhausted. He shut his eyes, feeling the blade breach further into his skin...
"Zeke!? What on earth are you doing!?
Never, in all his short life, had Len been more grateful to hear Yoh's slightly irritating voice.
For those of you that have read Bully before, you would have noticed a drastic difference between that version and this version. I personally was disgusted by the previous story. For example, the way I made Len's character, or the fight scenes. Chapter two will also be VERY different and I am rewriting it as I speak. Also, I am slightly basing Len off of my own personality towards other people. With me there is a vast difference between the people I like and the people I hate. For example, I would immediately correct someone if the misused a word or used text speech. Much like Len is acting towards Zeke when he asks about eating his lunch.
This still feels bad ;A;
Please review, because it does actually motivate me more.
~Ttcf
