Hey guys. Long time no see, eh?
All I can do is to apologize for leaving my account and all my stories like that. I just don't think they were up to the task, including the latest KS one. They shall remain never finished, mostly as a reminder of an old shame.
My mind switched back to School Days some time ago. Thought I might do a fic that doesn't necessarily include self-inserts, stupid-ass psycho-inter-dimension stuff, the likes. A fic which goes by relatively realistic standards and, uh, maybe it can be a bit more light-hearted compared to other ones.
Enter Ikeyama Tsuyoshi or the titular Dwarf of Mountain Lake. Like all other fics, this one will also be done on a whim and might contain inconsistencies, but I'll try to keep it as clean and correctly English as possible.
Let us go back to Sakakino Gakuen. Enjoy ourselves before the carnage starts... Contains lots of swearing and possibly other M-rated things.
Man, this sucks balls.
To move like that for an umpteenth time seems like lots of bullshit. What was wrong with the previous school? Just because I laid down that one creep wasn't a reason to pack things and leave. It's not like I did a bad thing. Hell, I went easy on the fucking pervert, he was openly groping that junior high schoolgirl.
Then again, he was a teacher. Kinda got me a lot of ire from principal. Got that askew, pisssed-off look anytime I was around.
Anyway, mostly because of this my parents are moving to another town. According to Dad it's gonna be easier to find a less sucky job to where we're going: Sakakino City. It's some rural town a few hours by train from Kyoto. Supposedly a cool place to live and it helps that Pops has an old friend of his there, some well-off businessman that might be able to help him out.
Wait. I didn't even introduce myself. Name's Ikeyama Tsuyoshi, aged sixteen. Standing at five feet and two inches which is totally one hundred fifty eight centimeters. Not seven. Eight. There's a reason I was called "Dwarf of the Mountain Lake" back in the previous school. Don't think this is a problem to me though. If necessary, I will smack you around like a ragdoll.
I, uh, I admit I've got some issues regarding this, but as long as you don't mention it, I'm an okay guy to be around. Smacking around bad guys and not afraid of anything. Been doing that since I was able to. Bully-hunting, that is. You could say, I'm a bully to these bullies.
The reasoning behind this is rather simple. Everywhere, no matter if it's the center of Tokyo, the most rural village of them all or something in between: there's always an asshole that gets off on ruining people's lives and moods for his own amusement. The guy that will kick puppies and instigate pointless evil just to see you cringe or cry. Well, I say "fuck that" and lay him out with a well-placed straight. Been training box since I was thirteen, helped me get over some anger management issues as well as aid my cause of smacking such scumbags around. Things get complicated when said bully is a girl. You know the kind, the one that tugs on your hair just because she's got dandruff and is simply jealous. You're familiar with all these tough cookie movie types that fuck bad guys around and refuse to lay a finger on an enemy chick? I ain't one of these. But since it often looks like I'm the one doing the assaulting, it most often than not gets me in trouble. Since my first flop at freshman year in junior high where I defended my classmate from a senior bitch by punching the stars out of her, I've started to take a more diplomatic approach to these things. Ain't easy, especially when your temper is still kinda thin, but so far I've been able to handle at least a part of such conflicts by words, mostly simple threats. Reputation helps making them more meaningful.
One thing I won't argue or discuss about however is sexual abuse. No, fuck no. I don't care who the offender is, I'm laying him down. It's not always a good thing for my own interest – as the earlier example with said teacher demonstrated – but fuck if it's not a right one.
But I'm getting off the track. Back to the main story.
As I mentioned, we're now en route to Sakakino. There's a high school there that I'll enlist to, simply called Sakakino Gakuen. Not a particularly good one, but I ain't a particularly good student either. To be fair, I kinda suck. They keep telling me that I've got potential, but I dunno if something will ever come out of it.
We'll be arriving a few days before the school year starts so there's that as well. Will get me some time to get knowledgeable about my surroundings. Gonna check out if they have any box gyms there, would be bad to let my skill degrade without training. I mean, pretty damn sure that that school also has its own bullies.
My older sister, Sayuri, had arrived there a couple days earlier to help us establish the house we'll be put in. Ain't gonna be fancy, but it should do for these couple of years. I plan to not change schools this time. Hopefully, no sexual offender will creep around.
As for Sayuri herself, she's the kind of gal that you'd love to have as a business partner. No-nonsense, professional, successful – she's a vice-chairman in a small company producing electronics and so far both the company and she has been making some aggressive progress to win over the competition – kinda cold even. I know she cares for us all, but she could put some more passion into it. We were never getting along too well, but this might be the fact that our personalities are on opposite sides of the spectrum. She's a cold flood, I'm a blazing flame.
In any case, since Sayuri's the person in this family that has the most business sense she'll be making sure that the house ain't a pig in a poke, that everything works and is just as the offer said and all that jazz. Dad's kind of a dreamer and Mum... let's say she's got an attention span of a ten-year-old. Gets too easily excited. Kinda funny how despite my violent outbursts I'm still the second most rational person in our family. That doesn't mean I don't love them. I do, to pieces. They might be kinda scatterbrained, but hell, they're my parents. They gave birth to me, they tended to me, they gave me a chance to live at all.
In any case, we still have an hour or so to arrive there. Might as well take a nap.
I won't describe how we got all of our stuff placed in right places. What's most important is that everything about the house was as described and I think Sayuri actually went a step further and pushed the owner into lowering the rent. Dunno how she did that, but my sister would likely be able to negotiate with devil and still come out on top.
I decided to take a stroll around the town, see what it has in store. Surprisingly, it's not as rural as Pops made it out to be: they've got lots of them skyscrapers in the city centre, there's also a lot of train stations. I even took a ride before getting out on some random station called Harahirama. After some pointless strolling here and there around the train station itself I decided to venture deeper into the outskirts of Sakakino. Sun's slowly setting, but that ain't a problem.
Seems like this might be some exclusive part of town: houses here look fancier than those in our district. Everything seems kinda rich for a rural town. Rural my ass. I honestly don't know how Pops – as lost in thought as he can be – found this place rural.
Whether it's rural or not, some things never change. Some things are always the same. Like bullies. These are always the same.
Two of them, both pretty damn tall. Not necessarily buffed, but they look like they could pull a mean punch or two. Currently, busy disturbing a girl. She seems to be of similar age to me, likely attends Sakakino Gakuen herself. She's clearly uncomfortable and wants to leave, but the two circle her around all the time like wolves about to eat a lamb. Fucking disgusting is a good way of putting this.
"...come on, sunshine, you won't regret it." As I approach the commotion I can hear one of them talking to her. "We're gonna be your personal kings of the world."
"...I, I r-really need to go..." She responds, but the meekness of her answer falls on deaf ears.
"And leave us here? We can show you a good time, sweet stuff." The other says, grinning in a way that cannot be described in any other way than perverted.
That about does it.
"Oi, dirtbags!" I address them loudly, glaring. Their sugar-laced smiles directed towards the girl vanish instantly as they turn to look at me.
"You have some sort of problem, kid? We're busy." The first one snarls at me in response. They think I'm a kid. Good. Makes things easier.
"How about no? You leave that girl alone or we're gonna have words." The other just lets out a thunderous laugh before exchanging amused stares with his cohort and approaching me.
"You're amusing, short stuff, so we're gonna let this slip. Go and scurry to mommy." He says, grinning mockingly. Good thing that you're showing me all these teeth, fucker.
They make for a nice target.
Not thinking much at this point I throw a left straight right at the shining keyboard in front of me. The punch connects with a satisfying clank as the man curses and reels back, missing a foretooth and two fangs.
"Son of a bitch!" He cries out, holding his mouth in pain. The other sexual offender is too dumbfounded to act. Good. Not wasting time I move to him and deliver one blow to the liver. He bends over, gasping for air. Can't let you do that. I throw in an upper for a good measure, knocking him down on his sorry ass. In the meantime I hear the other guy slowly channeling his rage through pain. He's going to try and grab me soon. I turn to face him and true to my expectations he's charging at me like a bull. I swiftly sidestep in response and knock him down with a well-done leg sweep. Isn't something I learned at boxing classes, but it helps now and then. He hits the pavement with a satisfying thud. I glance at the first one, but it seems he's out of commission already. My eyes dart for a brief while to the girl. She's clearly terrified, but hasn't ran away, instead choosing to hug the wall with eyes as big as saucers.
The other guy tries to grab me by the leg and pull me down, but that ain't gonna work. Hopping away I kick him right in the face, this time scoring another fang and a broken nose. All of his anger suddenly puffed out, replaced by a pained scream that degraded to a pathetic sobbing shortly after. He's conscious, but he's given up.
"Listen to me well, shit. If I find you harassing this girl or any other girl in whole damn Sakakino, I'll make sure to send you both in a crash-course to nearest hospital." I growl, staring him down. He doesn't respond, instead choosing to whimper and mumble curses as he holds his bloodied nose. With a sigh I turn away to look at the girl. She's terrified. "You okay?" I ask her. She doesn't respond immediately, instead staring at me as if I was some kind of ancient monster that came to terrorize Japan for God knows which time. She's afraid of me, I get that. It happens a lot in my, uh, line of work.
Actually, it's more of a hobby.
"...I-I'm fine." She finally responds, nodding nervously. "Thank, thank you."
"The only right thing to do." I shake my head. "Wouldn't be okay to just leave you with these two."
"They... they actually were harassing me... for some time."
"Another reason to smack them around." I let out a chuckle. "Do you mind if I walk you home? Dunno how many such creeps might be lurking around." There's a brief moment of uncertainty in her nervous smile, but it seems that my little perfomance had win me enough trust as she nods in response.
Katsura Kotonoha, that's the girl's name. We've talked a bit during our walk and she gradually opened up a little bit. I was glad to see her if not relaxed than at least not nervous any longer.
As she explained she was going to Sakakino Gakuen this year as a freshman, just like me. She was on her way back home from school, likely to give it a look, when these creeps appeared. Thankfully they didn't know where she lived as they would always leave if someone adult would approach them. Since tonight there was no such man or woman they got bolder. Thankfully, I was around to smack them around.
If there was any reason why she was harassed by these two it was definitely her figure. Katsura-san, put simply, is drop dead gorgeous. There's some kind of quality about her that makes a man – and probably many a woman – at least curious. Shameful to admit, but I think my heart skipped a beat when I was able to see her in more detail under one lamppost. It wasn't just about huge breasts, she had everything: long flowing hair, face with hardly any imperfection, a slim yet not overly thin figure and damn long legs. No wonder these two were so interested in her though that gave them no reason to molest her like that. Well, I can only hope they've learned their lesson though it will be satisfying to smack them around once more.
We chatted for a bit about general stuff. From what I've gathered so far she has a younger sister named Kokoro, absolutely sucks at cooking, likes horror movies – curiously enough – and practices iaido. She's also filthy rich if the size of the mansion she lives in – because there's no way in hell I'm calling that a house – is anything to go by.
"Well then, guess I'll see you around in school." I say, giving a slight smile. Katsura-san smiles as well.
"It would be nice." She responds, nodding. "See you soon, Ikeyama-san." With that we part ways, both – I believe – rather content.
I'm glad I've got to meet someone before going to Sakakino Gakuen. Kinda regretting that I didn't ask her for her phone number, but I think she's the kind of girl who would just blush furiously at the proposition. Nah. We'll get to be schoolmates soon, so maybe then, once we establish a friendship or at least some good relations.
Apologizing to Mum that I'm still not at home I make my way there as quickly as possible. I think that's enough of attractions for an introductory day.
And today's the day. I shall officially become a student of Sakakino Gakuen.
Can't say I'm excited, but it's nice to start. Once we're past a boring introductory ceremony hosted by what is likely the most boring principal in the world we all head our ways, looking for our classes. Apparently mine will be class 1-4. Keeping my jacket put on my shoulders like a cape and loosening the necktie a bit I head there though I end up having to ask a sempai or two where exactly the class in question is.
Arriving there I notice there's still not a lot of people inside: just three girls sitting in on the end of the class, chatting rather enthusiastically about something. Other than them there's some totally generic dude sitting in the middle and browsing through his phone and... wait a second.
"Katsura-san?" Before I can bite my tongue words come out. The long-haired beauty turns to see me, clearly as surprised as I am.
"Ikeyama-san?" She responds with a question before closing her book. "I didn't expect..."
"...to see you here? Didn't either." Making my way to the end of the class where she's situated I can't not notice that the three girls from the other side took a brief glance at Katsura-san and then switched back to me, likely evaluating whether the two of us have some sort of close relationship already. They do seem like gossip girls from the looks of it. Not to mention, one of them has a really idiotic hairdo, but that's an another matter. "Guess we're gonna be classmates. Hope you don't mind if I sit next to you?" Again, she seems hesitant. I guess I can't blame her, it may look like I'm getting personal quickly.
"If you could take... the one lower instead..." She responds meekly.
"No problem, can do that as well." She must really shy away from anything even resembling physical contact. I've noticed yesterday something unusual about these two sexual offenders that were disturbing Katsura-san. Neither of them even attempted to touch her. They were close, yeah, and they were circling her around, but neither tried to, I dunno, squeeze her arm, brush her hair, nothing. I suppose they would overcome this psychical barrier sooner or later though it does make me wonder. Is she known around? Perhaps her parents are some big cheeses here in Sakakino? Hell, with a mansion like that it wouldn't be all that surprising.
After I take my seat just under the one of Katsura-san's there's a long period of awkward silence between us. She's obviously embarrassed for some reason. Was it something I said? Probably my question. I've never been too subtle, I guess. Gonna work on that.
After a while we manage to break this awkwardness though and make some small chat. Apparently she will be appointing for the position of class rep. Dunno if she's going to fit in there with her personality, but I guess it's not my business. The class slowly fills with people, guys and gals. Finally after the last student takes his place it comes a turn for our homeroom teacher – an elderly woman in a rather gaudish pink attire – to enter. So it begins, my first year at Sakakino Gakuen.
I can only hope it's gonna be good...
There you have it. Hope that jackass Ikiyama will be to your liking. :)