Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the OCs and the plot, I guess :) My very first story, so please be kind and review at the end! I make quite a lot of allusions to real world bands and guitarists, with one notable fictional band to be referred to later -- anyone who can guess gets a cookie :-)
"Everyone, we have new students today!" said the homeroom teacher (and former death metal goddess) Yamanaka Sawako brightly, a grin on her face. Inwardly, she groaned as this meant yet more names to pretend to remember. Furthermore, these two looked...quite sketchy.
"First, this is..." she said, gesturing towards the first boy. He was of average height and had dark hair which covered his eyes. He grinned vacantly at the class, seemingly in his own little world.
"Er...please introduce yourself?" said Sawako, trying to keep her voice discreet.
"Oh. Er....my name is Kageyama Kaito," said the boy, his voice carrying a sort of lazy vapidity. "This place is....cool."
Some chuckles and a few surprised murmurs erupted from the class as the boy continued to stand silently.
Sawako grew a sweatdrop. "Okay then! Please take any seat you want."
Kaito gave a small nod and shuffled off to look for a seat. "Find a seat...." he murmured.
"Yo, you gonna introduce me already or what?!" interrupted an excited voice from the homeroom teacher's right. The class turned their attention towards the other new student – a tall, boisterous looking youth with a manic gleam in his eyes. His dark brown hair was styled into many spikes crowning his head, likely with the use of some industrial grade hairgel.
A small vein popped out of Sawako's forehead in irritation. Oh, if this brat only knew who he was dealing with!
But no, she wasn't that person anymore. She was sweet and proper Yamanaka Sawako-chan, patient and kind to all students, no matter how bratty or snotty they were.
"Everyone, this is..."she began, having calmed down a bit.
"Ban Jirobu's the name. Pleased to meet you all. I'm fifteen and single. I'm looking for someone smart and funny, with a great personality. I really don't care how she looks like – all I care about is the person she is inside, because that's what's really important. I like my tuna seared –"
"And you have detention later!" Sawako chirped sweetly, effectively cutting off the boy's obnoxious tirade. The end of her rope had been effectively reached in record time.
"What?! The hell did I do?" he said disbelievingly.
"First, you're not wearing your school jacket. Second, we don't allow such wild hairstyles in this school. Third, you are not to interrupt a teacher while she's speaking!"
"B-but..." he tried again.
"Are you going to argue with your sensei?" she growled menacingly.
"Scary..."Jirobu muttered, backing up a bit. "Fine."
Scowling, the spiky haired teen dug his hands into his pockets and began looking for where Kaito managed to find a seat. It was just his luck that he had managed to piss off a teacher so early in the semester – something he was sure Kaito would readily agree to. He and the dark-haired boy had been friends since grade school and had bonded over many detention periods. Kaito, or Kai for short, would often get in trouble for mishearing teacher's instructions and following them to the letter. If the teacher asked him to get a soda at the store, he would follow this to a tee, actually getting the soda and neglecting to pay for it. Despite his trouble with teachers, he was generally quiet and usually kept to himself, at least until he began hanging around Jirobu. That was when he started...expressing himself more creatively.
"Yo, Kai, you got your books yet?" he asked his friend, who he found sitting by a window.
"Nope, I'm gonna look and see which ones would be worth getting." Kai responded, a tiny grin creeping into his features.
Jirobu let out a small chuckle and was about to say something when he caught sight of the girl Kai had chosen to sit beside.
She was friggin' gorgeous. Tall, but not overtly so. Perfect, milky complexion. Dark eyes he could get lost in. Long, raven hair that he could chew on all day like licorice, until he made himself sick.
"Excuse me miss, what's your name?" he asked in the smoothest voice he could manage. He flashed a grin at her and leaned over at her desk so he could look at her in the eyes.
"Will you please take a seat ALREADY?!" yelled the teacher, throwing a chalk missile that hit him squarely in the back of his head.
Jirobu steadfastly ignored this, however, and continued to give the raven haired beauty his most intense and smouldering gaze.
Oh, she was so his! Her lower lip was quivering with want and her eyes had glazed over with pure unbridled passion. She hugged herself, as if restraining herself from devouring him right there and then –
"Kiyaaaaahhh, get away from me!" she screamed, pushing her chair back with her feet, creating a deafening screeching noise that sent the other students groaning and howling.
"Eh?" Jirobu stared dumbfounded.
"You scared her," said Kai, his eyes unseen behind his mop of hair, but his mouth twisting into a smile.
"Eh?"
"With your gangster face."
Jirobu glared at his friend. "I don't have a gangster face!"
"Oh my god, Mio-chan, are you alright?" asked Sawako-sensei who had rushed over to her cowering student. She was still trembling and looked to be close to tears.
"I-I'm fine...Sawako-sensei...." she said quietly, still looking at Jirobu with a mixture of fear and suspicion. She was still hugging herself and looked ready to bolt from her seat if he so much as moved.
"O-oh, so you're name's Mio, eh? My name is Jirobu and I..."
"Have detention," muttered Kai from beside him.
"....have detention today," Jirobu repeated, his shoulders slumping as Sawako-sensei glared at him as if she were about to carve him up right there and then.
Surprisingly, she grinned wickedly. "And tomorrow."
"What?! You can't be serious!" he yelled at the smirking homeroom teacher. "I didn't do anything to her, you old hag!"
The class let out a collective gasp as dark storm clouds began looming over their usually perky (if a bit strange) homeroom teacher. Her face looked positively thunderous as she raised a slender finger in the air and brought it down to point at Jirobu.
"Detention for a MONTH!" she snarled, looking absolutely murderous.
Kai nodded once, his arms crossed. "Wow, that's a new record for you."
"Shut up, Kai."
"I hate this school already," snarled Jirobu, his hands in his pockets as he walked side by side with Kai down the school hallway. Not only did he have a whole month's detention to look forward to, he had been forced to take a seat at the front of the class, so Sawako-sensei could keep a closer watch on him. To top it all off, what he was sure was the prettiest girl in school was now scared stiff of him – all on his first day!
"It's your fault, you know. I told you, you should've forgotten about the hair spikes today," chided Kai calmly, shuffling through what looked to be several pamphlets and flyers.
"Whatcha got there?" Jirobu asked, peering over at the shorter boy's shoulder.
"Club flyers. They've been giving them out all day."
"Huh? How come I didn't get any?" asked Kai, turning to look at his surroundings. Sure enough, there were several students littering the hallway, some holding up signs advertising their clubs, others content to hand out flyers by the bundle. As he walked past them however, they began casting suspicious glances at him and murmuring quietly.
"Because they're scared of your gangster face, Gangster Face," said Kai matter of factly.
Jirobu's dark eyebrows knitted together. "Screw you. You going to the reception thing later?"
"Maybe. They have the light music club performing later; might be fun to check it out."
Jirobu snorted. "Why the hell would I want to watch some pansies play their pansy-ass music? Furthermore, why the hell would you want to watch some pansies play their pansy-ass music?"
Kai's mouth fell into a grim line. "I'm just broadening my horizons. You know the kind of music I like."
Jirobu let out a chuckle. "Yeah, I do. Speaking of which, you got the new Trivium album I sent ya?"
"That's illegal by the way," Kai sang.
"Screw you, you listened to it anyway right?" challenged Jirobu.
"Yeah, it was great!" replied Kai brightly. "I love that they named it 'Shogun' – it really speaks to the Japanese, you know? They already have a big fanbase here, because Matt Heafy's half Japanese!"
The spiky haired boy couldn't help but grin at his friend's reaction; he always got excited when it came to talking about his favourite bands. The dark haired didn't look like the type, but Jirobu knew for a fact that the guy loved metal music of all kinds. It was another thing they bonded on – Jirobu himself preferred thrash and death metal; a good way, he found out, to let his aggressions out.
"So, again, why are you going to this light music club thing anyway?" pressed Jirobu, crossing his arms as they continued to walk down the hallway.
"Like I said, I just wanna broaden my horizons. Plus, everybody here says they're pretty good."
"Heh, I'll believe it when I see it," said Jirobu, crossing his arms.
"It's an all-girl band, you know," said Kai, knowing exactly what to say to get his friend's attention.
It did the trick, as Jirobu's eyes lightened up considerably and he began walking with a bounce in his step.
"An all-girl band? I'm there!"
Kai smiled to himself as they continued walking. It was too easy sometimes.
A/N: So yeah, quite a bit of screen-time for the two OCs :-) Rest assured, the rest of the girls will appear in the next chapter! I'm not exactly sure about the nature of Sakuragaoka, but for the purposes of this fic, it is co-ed school.
Trivium is a thrash/metalcore band based in California, currently signed on to Roadrunner records. They've released four albums so far, the latest one called Shogun, based on lead vocalist/guitarist Matt Heafy getting in touch with his Japanese roots (he actually is half-Japanese).