Hi all. I'll keep the intro short since you all probably came here to read the story, not me talking. This is not my first attempt at a fanfic, though its the first one I'm ever actually posting. So yes, I'm a newb, in a sense. I hope all those reading enjoy, and if this chapter isn't that interesting to you, it will get more interesting as it progresses. I dont really have a basic idea of where the story's going, but well, the story just forms as I type the words on the keyboard, and I try to make it as interesting as possible so I hope its worth the read :p Now on to the chapter!

That's Our Boss

Chapter 1: It All Begins

We have reached Namimori. All passengers who wish to get off, please do so now. Next stop, Tokyo.

The announcer voice announced as passengers left and entered through the train's open doors. The doors closed soon after and the train was set back on motion.

Shouta leaned his head back on the cool surface of the subway's metallic wall as music blasted in his ears, drowning out any other sound that could have possibly reached him. He was in a comfortable state of blankness, where thoughts and people wouldn't bother him. That state didn't last very long, however, as he opened his eyes in response to whoever poked him to see what they wanted.

The first thing that caught his eyes the moment he opened them was the sight of crowded people. It wasn't surprising, as they were usually a lot of people on board in the morning but this morning it seemed more crowded than usual. He wondered how he hadn't felt the shoulders of both people beside him, since everyone was squished so close together. His eye finally caught that who poked him, it was an elder lady, though she looked healthier and livelier than all the others.

Almost immediately, he came to a conclusion as to why she had poked him and rose from his seat, offering it to the elder lady.

"Thank you, child." The lady said in her slow, old lady way as she slowly sat herself down and looked up at him with a slight smile. "Though I meant to tell you that listening to music so loudly with those things would burst your ears, not steal your seat."

Shouta simply gave the elder lady a kindly smile and nodded his head before putting his earbuds back on, this time, volume lower. He grasped the bar above him as he looked out the window.

Suddenly he felt pushing and shoving from ahead, and took off his earbuds rather annoyed. More people were getting on? When were they going to reach Namimori anyways? He looked down at his clock. They were supposed to have reached Namimori fifteen minutes ago. Slightly panicked, Shouta looked up at the message board, and read the letters in digital spread: Next destination, Tokyo. Approximate time 7:35 AM

"T-Tokyo?" Shouta spluttered. How did that happen?

A moment of "oh my god" hit him, as he held his head in both hands and thought of all the trouble he had gotten himself into. He was on his way to Tokyo. Tok to the freaking yo. Tokyo. The one town he was completely off limits to go to. And to top it off, getting back to Namimori after reaching Tokyo... He quickly checked the time, and realization that he was gonna be late... Crap.

Before he got more time to mull over what he had gotten himself into, screaming, shouting, and confusion from ahead caught his attention. There was all that screaming going on, and yet everyone was pretending like it wasn't there. Plus the shoving from earlier had stopped too... What was going on?

Usually Shouta wasn't the type to care about such things, but well, curiosity killed the cat. Plus something was really off. So Shouta decided to venture ahead, pushing through the crowd as he finally reached the screaming and felt his heart drop.

He was met with the sight of a screaming, crying girl as a guy tried to rip her clothes off. Her blouse had already been ripped off, leaving her half naked and very revealed, and...

Shouta looked around. What in the world was everyone doing? Everyone had shifty eyes, some looking away as if trying to avoid the problem, others on their phones while a few took some peeks at the naked girl beside them. None of them were doing anything. Shouta felt like his heart was going to burst, what the heck was wrong with everyone? He shot forward to stop the man immediately, but was stopped by a man behind him. He gave the man that stopped him a 'what's your problem?' look as he tried to release the grip and continue what he was doing, but the man's grip was firm.

"Stop. He has a gun. If you're not careful he may shoot us all." The man's voice was a whisper, as if afraid the rapist may hear, and as he spoke not once did he make eye contact.

Shouta couldn't believe the words he was hearing. They weren't doing anything because the man had a gun?

"And let that guy just-just-do what he wants? The hell is wrong with you?" With finality in his words, he freed himself from the man and kicked the rapist aside, not caring about any consequences his actions may lead to as of this moment. Apparently the man was taken by surprise as he hit his head on the hard metallic wall and slid down, a moment of shock and confusion over him.

Shouta took the girl by her hands, for a moment not knowing what the heck he was doing and what in the world he was supposed to do. Seeing how the girl was practically naked, he quickly wrapped her with his jacket, took her hand, and ran for it before the rapist could grasp the reality of it all. "O-Out of the way!" He shouted as he ran throught he crowd, his other hand pushing people in front of him away. He didn't stop until he had made it all the way to the end of the last train cart, and concealed the girl by standing in front of her. His hands reached for his pocket as he pulled out his cellphone to check the time. 7:34AM.

Thank god. Shouta thought. Now his only hope would be for the train to arrive in Tokyo before that rapist came. Shouta watched and watched the crowd in front of him, occasionally glaring at those who stared but other than that keeping an eye out for the rapist. No signs of him coming. He didn't have much time to think it over as the train came to a stop and the announcer voice came on, announcing that they had just reached Tokyo. Shouta took hold of the girls wrist and pulled her out quickly, ignoring the looks they were getting as he ushered her into the nearest restroom.

"Wait there, I'll be right back."

Shouta quickly raided his pockets to see how much money he had left. Thankfully, he had a few bills. He made his way into the nearest clothing store he could find, taking a random hoodie and jeans, as well as slippers and paying for it before making his way back. For some reason nervous, he knocked on the girls restroom door lightly and went in. Seeing how there was only one stall closed, he slid the bag with the clothing contents in through the open bottom.

"Here are some clothes for change, and a few yen. You left your bag back there, right?"

The girl was quiet for a moment before responding. "Umm, yes. T-Thank you. For this, and e-earlier."

Shouta realized that she was probably crying, the trauma had been pretty bad after all. He gripped his fingers into a fist as he recalled the people sitting by idly as the man did such harmful things. Those people shouldn't even be called humans.

"That's something everyone there should've done." He heard his anger leaking out in his voice and calmed himself. "The police is gonna get here soon. Once they do, go with them. You'll be safer that way." He added one last bit regretfully, "Sorry, I have to go now. Will you be alright?"

"Yes, thank you so much." The girl said, her voice obviously trying to sound strong. He could tell she was wiping some tears, and heard her sniffle on his way out.

"Get home safely." Were his last words to her as the door behind him closed and he ran to catch the next ticket back to Namimori.

. . . XI . . .

Shouta huffed and puffed as he pressed his hot forehead against the cool metallic surface of the school shoe lockers. He still couldn't believe that he had actually made it on time after all that had happened. It was a miracle. It had been around seven fifty when he boarded the train back, and miraculously, the train had reached its destination three minutes ahead of time (less people had gotten on board after the incident and it seemed having less people made the train run faster). Of course, it only took a few minutes for Shouta to run all the way from the train station to NamiMiddle.

"Boarded a train to Tokyo. Saw a girl getting raped . Realized that no one was doing anything about it, and decided to save her himself. Kicked the rapist in the head and somehow managed to leave him momentarily dumbfounded, even though you're rather weak..." Shouta saw the commenter's eyebrow raise as he said that line. "...And ran away with the girl to become the hero of the day. Very impressive, Okumura Shoutaro, very impressive indeed."

The commenter clapped his hands in a conglatuary way, though Shouta could clearly tell it was his way of mocking him. He put his outdoor shoes in his locker, replaced with the school's white indoor ones, and walked past the commenter, Kousuke-sama, without uttering a word. He had long ago stopped conversing with him, and every conversation since then had been mainly one sided. In fact, Shouta didn't even have to ask Kousuke-sama how he had gotten his information, and how he had gotten it so quickly. It was the same reply every time: "You just have to know your way around."

From the beginning though, Shouta could never understand why the guy had so much interest in him. It all began somewhere around second semester, when Kousuke-sama, as he had everyone call him, neared him for the first time for reasons besides being tardy, and began to keep an eye on him. Shouta was told that as long as he didn't start anything within the school, there was no reason for the two to be enemies or what not. Although those words had confused him, Shouta had decided not to dwell on it since doing so never brought him answers. But he always did wonder. What kind of things is he talking about? And enemies? What's that about?

Pushing the reforming thoughts out of his head once more, Shouta slid the door to his classroom open just as the bell rang and took a seat.

"You look like shit." Shouta heard his best friend, Raku, comment in an unshered tone from beside him.

"Says shitface." Shouta replied.

"Hey!"

Shouta simply grinned, his way of letting Raku know that he was joking, or whatever Raku believe it meant. The teacher told the two to quiet down as she continued her lesson, and Shouta lied his head down, the sound of the teacher's voice turning into a drone in the background as Shouta slowly drifted to sleep.

For those of you wondering about the rape attempt inside the subway, its actually something that's happened in real life which is why I put it on there. I'm not trying to make this story extremely serious or anything, just letting you all know that things like this actually do happen.

Nevertheless, thanks to all for reading this chapter, and let me know what you think :)