Chapter 1: Pieces of fabric
"Alright then, let's get started." Roka's small voice carried across the room, her eyes focussed on the crisp papers in her hands. Kenji looked around, a sort of a dumbfounded look plastered across his face. The short blonde-haired girl continued non the less, paying no mind to the confused boy.
"Our schedule for today will include the planning for our newest-"
"Um... Roka? Where is everyone?"
Roka looked up from her notes, surprised at Kenji's interruption. But as her amber eyes scanned the empty chairs around her, a sigh left her lips. She seemed upset, as if she was trying to avoid this conversation in the first place.
"Well, you see, Chitose has a score to settle with a group of boys who were caught insulting her earth elemental abilities. She went to show them an example of her powers, to prove that she is a worthy earth elemental."
"And...w-what exactly is she going to show them?" Kenji stated, in a rather distressed voice.
"She's going to burry them of course! She could throw her almighty dirt at them, but her digging skill is of higher level at the moment."
"Do I even want to know what the others are doing?"
"Well Teach is sick, and must recharge her electric element at her home, while Sakura is off to a swimming festival. It is her duty after all, as a water elemental," Roka said simply, as if those excuses were the most normal and understandable thing possible.
"You know, it's scary how seriously you guys take these things... So just you and me today huh?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his gaze wandering over to Roka. Being alone with her made him feel slightly uneasy. She looked harmlessly adorable, in her black stockings and small school shirt, a bright blue vest worn over that. Her little leather shoes sat perfectly on her feet, and the fact that she was flat chested made her seem even more innocent. But no, these traits all cleverly hid her insanity. Not like the other girls were any better, but non of them were a darkness elemental... And as soon as she pulled out that sack of hers, things start to go downhill from there.
"But, we shall manage without them. Today, we will be planning our newest game, 'Elemental Strike' and the discussing of production." The tiny girl seemed very excited about the new game, which doesn't come as a surprise. After all, they are the "Game CREATION club" and this would be their very first game they created, based on their own skills.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! We're actually making games now? I thought you people just played games and ate snacks. And Teach just naps through all of it," Kenji exclaimed, drawing the shocked eyes of Roka towards him. "I thought the Real-game creation club were the only ones that actually made games, Takao seemed much more focussed on actually doing this sort of thing you know... She knows how to do these sort of things, and has been doing it for 3 years now. Seems like she's way more experienced than you are you know."
At the sound of the busty girl's name, Roka immediately stiffened. Kenji was insulting her club, and comparing her to Takao as well... Yes, Roka did see Takao as her friend, but she was always more talented, beautiful and socially accepted then Roka... To hear Kenji speak so highly of her was making her blood boil...
"Yeah, Takao has actually made real games, and is good at it. She's actually normal and appealing you know... Well sort of I guess, at least more normal than you."
More normal than you...
The words rang in Roka's head. How dare he! Was she not an appealing person to Kenji? The feeling of dread and disappointment filled her small frame, quickly turning into flames of rage that transformed into echoes of darkness...
Yes, how dare he in deed...
*The story will now continue from Kenji's point of view*
The girl infront of me suddenly leapt at me like a wild tiger, leaping at it's prey. Deadly purple sack in hand, and evil smile tugged at her lips as she cried, "How dare you insult your own club! You must be punished!"
Oh joy.
This was not how Kenji Kazama wanted to be spending his Friday afternoon. It was finally the last day of the week, including the last club meeting of the week. All he really wanted to do was to go home and chill out, this hole 'crazy-psychopathic-elemental-game-creation-fiasco' was kinda stressin' him out. Honestly, why him? He was just a delinquent, NOT a punching bag for these wacko-girls. Even so, here he was, unable to strike back since she was a girl, being sacked and plunged into darkness.
"Roka, what the hell! Knock it off, this isn't legal you know!" He desperately yelled at her, trying to make her seize her merciless onslaught of so-called darkness.
"No! I shall defend my club to the bitter end!" She yelled, while she violently wrapped the sack around my head.
"I shall hide you in the darkness!" She hollered, oblivious to his muffled struggling. Even though she was small in stature, she was very skilled when it came to keeping people tied up, sacked and kept down on their knees. Kenji was, unfortunately to his dismay, no exception.
But he had, had enough of this crap. This girl was seriously crossing some boundaries, and no matter what mental illness of head trauma she had, she had absolutely zero right to this, he thought to himself.
And since the others weren't here, there isn't anything to stop me...
It was Kenji's turn to be angry at Roka now. He pushed her off him, rolling to the left, and quickly getting to his feet. She had not had a chance to bound his writs yet, so he had the advantage. With a jerk of his hand, he pulled the sack off of his head, a snarl emitting from his enraged face. She was already on her feet, reaching towards her dark colored sack, gripped tightly in the orange-haired boy's fist. His other hand was still free tough, and quickly grabbed the girl by the wrist, tightening his grip on her frail hand.
She gasped, looking down at her arm, now trapped. Her eyes quickly darted upwards, looking into the rage-filled ones of Kenji. He had his chance, no backing down. He had to put this silly girl in her place, he was the school rebel after all! He couldn't succumb to little runt like her!
"That was the last straw Roka! I agreed to join your game creation club and willingly helped you with all your crazy ideas, but dam it! I will NOT indure this kinda crap, least of all from a girl! Sure, I didn't try to stand up for myself, in fear of being HOSPITALIZED! But now that it's just you, I have the upper hand, and I say NO." He was already yelling at her, but he didn't really care.
"Kenji, please I-"
"No, you just want to be in control!"
"Please, just give it back, I won't do it again, just give it to-"
He shut her up by releasing her writs, throwing her back a bit as he did this. With anger flashing across his face, he put some distance between them, he then spun around staring directly into her wide eyes. A though quickly crossed his mind.
Am I taking this too far?
But he quickly suppressed the thought, thinking about all the times this girl had veraciously pouched, and attacked him. No, he had to put his foot down.
"This ends now."
And with that, he took the sack, colored a deep shaded a purple...
Roka's eyes glued to her beloved possession...
And with a deep breath...
He tore it up.
Tattered pieces of violet fell to the ground as Roka rushed forward, her tiny hands shaking, and her breathing had become short gasps for air. Her face had paled at an alarming rate, resembling a ghost. Her eyes glazed over, silent tears running down her colorless cheeks. Suddenly all the anger drained from Kenji's face, as he looked at the hollow girl that just a moment ago was Roka... All his resentment and fury were doused by fear, worry and... What else? What was it he was feeling?
She fell to her knees, as her trembling fingers clutched at the pieces of fabric. A sob escaped from her lips, breaking the horrifying silence that had settled over the classroom. What had he done, why could he have thought that what he did was right? Regret and guilt clawed at his belly, making him feel lightheaded and dizzy. He tried to speak, but his mouth was dry, unbearably dry. One thought separated itself from the others, blindly clear to him now as it rang in his head...
He had gone too far...
Author's note:
Hi there girl and boys, and fan-people alike! It's my first fanfic and I'm simply loving writing! I know that D-Frag is not the most popular anime yet, but it's new and I instantly loved Kenji and Roka. They are adorable aren't they?! Squeeee! So anyways, I know that it is pretty heavy right now, and the tension is pretty thick, but this will only help Kenji understand why Roka is so obsessed with the darkness. Please comment and leave pleasant criticism! I would love to hear your thoughts. I don't own D-Fragments. Bye for now my little elementals!
