Punk Kyon
With a roundhouse kick to the face, I had won yet another conflict with a huge gang. This gang had 36 people in it, and I had beaten up everyone single one of them by myself. I had learnt martial arts the hard way, through trial and error. I did have help from a homeless person of all things, however that didn't last long because Yukuza killed him. After that, I became one of the most infamous punks in Tokyo, which was helped by a Ski Mask. Yes, I have a way to disguising myself obviously, however that didn't really help with my parents unfortunately. My grades hadn't exactly been that great to begin with, and once the criminal activities started, they just tanked out into nothingness.
Yet, somehow despite my horrible grades, I somehow got a high enough grade on a recent test to get into a high school called North High, which is unfortunate for me because now I suddenly have expectations from my parents. That is something that will probably blow up in my face later, however for now I'll have to deal with it. One of my ways of dealing with stress is beating the shit out of people, hence the 36 people I had just had some fun with. Now, sadly, I must go back, so I can sleep for tomorrow, which is my first day there. I just hope I don't get bothered too much, I don't like dealing with people as it is, much less the average Japanese kid these days. I didn't care about what people thought of me anymore, however that didn't mean I liked dealing with people in school, or school itself for that matter. Not only does it bore me, but also my reputation as a brutal thug really wasn't going to help my case there.
That night, I dreamed the same dream. In it, I'm still being locked in that dark closet, hidden away from them. It doesn't matter how often I try to avoid it, I know why I'm there. I remember the sounds of my parents' voices outside, the pumping sound of a shotgun, and then the bang that signified so much. Then, the door rips open from the outside, and the figure stands in the doorway, holding the gun. I know the gun is probably illegal here, but the person has it despite this. It doesn't matter how much I plead, they'll soon fire the shotgun round at me. I will soon be killed, but then, I wake up.
Dammit, I hated that dream, mainly because it didn't make sense for me to fear it now. True, shotguns are pretty threatening, but I've dealt with guns before and have come out just fine. But now, I had a bigger problem to deal with, mainly my sister won't SHUT UP! Yeah, she is my alarm clock these days, and also the main thing my parents hold up as being affected by my bad influence. Okay, I haven't seen any effects yet, but who knows I guess. I went down, ate the breakfast of rice that still tasted so dull, and finally, left to my new school. I got to have fun hiking up the hill, which is more physically exhausting than fighting 36 people at once somehow.
When I get there, I notice that I'm noticed here, and not in a positive way either. Everyone looked terrified, which is to be expected these days. Now, I actually kind of like this because it means that most people will leave me alone. What sucks, of course, is that this makes teachers pissed with me from day one, not exactly a situation I'd like to be in. However, it's unavoidable considering my reputation, so I'll just have to deal with it, like everything else in life lately. Even with all my fighting skills, I couldn't fight any of the changes I didn't like, because luck likes being the bitch that she is by throwing you for a curveball constantly.
Now, when I entered the classroom, I got pretty much the same reaction from outside with the exception of one person, some girl who just looked bored. Can't say I blame her, I'm already more bored than people locked in rooms having nothing to do but watch paint dry for hours. But then, the teacher entered, and I knew things were about to get very interesting in ways that I didn't like.
"Class, before you all introduce each other, I'd like you all to know that I'm not exactly your average teacher. How, well, you'll find out while having me. Lets just say I've had some strange encounters in the past. My name is Arata Suzumiya, and now, I'd like you all to introduce yourselves." He then got an expecting look on his face.
Okay, what the hell? Who introduces themselves like that? What, is he saying that aliens or something have abducted him? Okay, I doubt anyone will top that, so I'll just let myself doze off until…
"My name is Haruhi Suzumiya, and unless you're a Alien, Esper, Time Traveler, or just in some other way paranormal, I don't care about you. That's all." She just sat down like nothing major had been said after that.
Okay, what the hell? Well, I guess the daughter of our strange teacher would be odd, but SERIOUSLY? Is someone going to come bolting in saying, "I hope you like rice and cookies because you need to eat this," and throw rice caked Oreo cookies at us? Well, at least I may not be as bored this year.
But actually, what happened next was oddly scary. Some chick suddenly ran in yelling, "WHOSE YOUR DADDY," while firing shotgun rounds. Except, no one else saw this so I realized I was having a very bizarre hallucination. This actually has happened before, however in those cases I was either about to collapse from injuries, or was having a rather high fever. However, those cases were very fuzzy, and I had no idea who was shooting the shotgun shells. All of these are not counting the nightmares I have occasionally, however that's only because those involve firearms.
After that… assault of bizarreness, I got to sleep for awhile in class. Well, at least until lunch when I was violently awaken by someone ramming my head into a desk. I woke up to see Haruhi as the one responsible, and she said, "Outside, NOW!"
We went outside, and I prepared myself to get into a fight. Once we were in a relatively isolated place, we started ferociously started attacking each other. I started things off by throwing a right hook at her face, which she countered by grabbing my arm and throwing me over her. At that, I got up only to be met by a flying kick to the face. I threw a punch while getting to hopefully ward off attacks, only for my fist to be gripped by Haruhi. She then gripped really hard, and then stomped my face. I finally got off the freaking ground by using a ground kick to take out her legs from under her. When I got up, she was still on the ground. So, I ran up only to have my legs taken out by a strange kick, and then, she started moving around like a drunkard. Attempts at hitting her usually were countered by suddenly falling and then getting up in a strange flurry of punches. Soon, I was on the ground once again, and Haruhi stood above looking victorious. So, I got up again, and retreated briefly before coming back to attack.
This time, it appeared Haruhi decided she wanted to stop screwing around or something because the look on her face changed from an odd look of amusement to a serious look. I ran up only to have my arm grabbed by Haruhi, and with one lock move later, my arm was broken. Then, she delivered an open palm strike to my face, knocking me out altogether.
I woke up later, and was in the hospital. The incident was blamed on a rival of mine that was now in jail. Rather convenient to say the least, but I had apparently been out for about 12 hours. Haruhi was there when I woke up. She had a look that was a mix of disappointment and frustration.
"Kyon, I could have killed you, and without much effort at that. I haven't had very much fun in awhile like that, and I thought you were just another punk that needed a lesson. However, I can tell now you can be more than that, but that better side of you is hidden beneath a mountain of crap. I also know where that crap comes from, which is you believe you're nothing but another punk and from trying to cover up past experiences. Perhaps a visitation by aliens, or time travelers, for many people including myself it's why we fight a ton. I just happened to find ways to be more constructive. I have training in a fair share of martial arts, with everything from the Drunken Fist and Akido to Karate and various types of boxing. So, I hope this has been some training in humility and perhaps lower that aggression of yours somewhat."
"Wait, how can you know me? But besides that, great job, for now I'm an open target for all my opponents." I breathed heavily for the rage I felt at this chick pulsing through my body.
"Kyon, how do you think the police found the guy I framed? I put him in the hospitals with multiple fractures, a possible concussion, and a broken leg. Do you REALLY think I'll let someone attack you? You're a project a mine now, so I won't let you get killed, even if I have to perhaps kill some people to do that. As for how I know you, well, they do say one can get to know a person by fighting him. Now, that isn't really true, however I did see a lot about you looking at your body language. You have an odd hesitation when you fight, like someone who hates to hurt people but does so because they have to. You would never show this in how you talk, or through body language under normal circumstances. However, under special circumstances, like combat in some instances, it does show. There are other ways I know about you, but these I won't reveal to you until later. For now, I have a club to form."
At that, she left, but left me there with a million questions buzzing in my head. Why did she care so much about me? How long had she known about me? Did she perhaps know what I had been staring at in my hallucination? But most of all, what in FREAKING HELL kind of club would this be? I really hope that I don't get recruited into it because that could cause serious issues. However, for now, I get to recover here in the hospital and later at home for like three months at least.
Well, after half a year in recovery with my parents making me do schoolwork still, which Haruhi delivered, and my injuries healed, I got to go back to North High. Well, it was fun, but I had done massive amounts of physical conditioning the whole time to make sure I fully recovered. That did pay off, and when I got back, I had serious problems to deal with. Haruhi had started her club, called the SOS Brigade, and had already recruited the necessary people for it. We even had a teacher that supported the club, who was of course Haruhi's dad.
Speaking of Haruhi's dad, I had learned about him while in the hospital. Okay, Haruhi had learned all of her martial arts on your own, for her dad didn't know any martial arts. What he was though apparently was a former alien abductee, or claiming to be rather, and a former college professor. The alien abduction thing caused him to get fired, which is why he was working as a high school Science professor now. Well, I guess at least we have someone that is pretty good at science, although his alien abduction thing does bring things into question.
Well, it's the night before I have to go back to North High, and my body tenses up in anticipation. Will these other club members accept me at all, or will I be shunned as the punk I am? Who knows, and I guess I'll find out tomorrow.