Delinquent

Authors Note: Alright, I was just sitting innocently listening to music when this idea started nagging at me. I tried to ignore it in hopes it would go away; but it was stubborn little bugger. Anyway, I ended up spending the rest of my night writing this. Natsuki's is a little OOC, but honestly we can't have her acting the same in every fic can we? Enjoy ;)

Song - Where's Your Head At (Klass Remix) - Jean Elan

-(-O-)-

Chapter One: I Believe I Can Fly

It was a peaceful day at the prestigious Fuuka Academy. Birds were singing merrily, students were learning and socializing. Teachers were talking and laughing over cups of tea and coffee. And for once, the feared and respected Suzushiro Haruka was quietly reading a magazine. Many thought this day too good to be true.

They thought correctly.

The singing birds abandoned their posts as a loud, dark motorcycle screamed through the gates of Fuuka Academy. Kuga Natsuki; a first-year high school student with a reputation for causing mischief throughout the school had a large, wolfish smirk on her face; vivid emerald eyes glinting devilishly.

Yes, the peaceful, normal day really was too good to be true, poor Yukino thought; as she heard the motorcycle approaching. She shot on last despairing glance at an unaware Haruka; before collapsing into her seat.

-(-O-)-

Maybe riding through the school on her Ducati wasn't the best idea, Natsuki mused, as she careened around some startled, shrieking female students. Skidding to a stop and looking over her shoulder, a smirk curled at her lips at what she saw. No, no, it was definitely the best idea she'd ever, ever had.

About time, Blondie.

The exacting blonde was sprinting after her, hair a mess and red-faced. Natsuki was sure if she wasn't wearing a helmet and didn't have the music of her iPod turned up loud, the yells would have been making her ears ring. Hot on Haruka's heels was the ever loyal Kikukawa Yukino; most likely correcting her friend as they ran.

With a widened grin, Natsuki gave the quickly approaching Executive Director a smarmy, taunting wave; before she turned around and gunned her idle bike. Front tire lifting in the air as the techno-bass of her music blared in her ears, Natsuki flew down the the linoleum floored hallways of Fuuka Academy; her smile, hidden from view, was almost maniacal.

Nothing beats causing a stir. Riding her bike, and riling Suzushiro Haruka up were Natsuki's favorite pastimes, so she had figured, when she had been previously lounging around back at her apartment and planning on ditching school for the day - she had decided; why not do both at the same time?

Black rubber tires spun as she sped through the closed, glass double doors that led to Fuuka's Academy's fields - causing them to shatter outwardly; Natsuki cursed herself for not wearing her biking suit, but was fortunate enough not to be cut by any wayward shards. By now, people had began to follow after her; eager to see what the Academy's resident, admired delinquent would do next. Gray school skirt flapping wildly in the wind; Natsuki roared along the pathways, twisting and turning with ease.

"Oh, fuck." the curse slipped silently from her lips as she saw the steps that descended to the large grass oval coming up ahead. She had forgotten that major detail. Going to fast to stop now without seriously injuring herself, the delinquent decided that if she was going to die; she was going to die with style.

Okay are you ready? I'm ready! Yeaaah!

Heart beating furiously, and Haruka running after her; Natsuki twisted the throttle of her Ducati as far back as it would go and hoped that she would somehow find a miraculous way to survive the huge aerial stunt. Holding her breath and tightening her grip, the bike and Natsuki flew through the air.

The male and female students watching her soar through over them all gasped as the infamous delinquent let go of the handle bars and with finesse and grace, not even Natsuki knew she possessed; the emerald-eyed trouble-maker proceeded to rip off her helmet and let the wild winds run through her hair. All the while her knees clung to the body of her bike with a death-grip to keep her of from falling off.

Where's your head at? (Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)

As she saw the ground coming increasingly closer, Natsuki managed to regain her grip on the handle bars of her sports bike. Leaning just so; she tilted the machine back just enough so the back tire would hit the ground first. It was rough, and it hurt the joints in her wrists; but she was uninjured. She gave a sigh of relief at her luck.

The huge crowd of gathered Fuuka Academy students all cheered and screamed her name as she landed successfully on her back wheel. Haruka, who had been frozen beside and equally shocked Yukino leaped into action, running down the steps Natsuki had just jumped at an almost dangerous pace. The blonde-haired girl's temple was throbbing in time with her heartbeat, and her eyes were livid and practically feral with rage.

Takedowndelinquenttakedowndelinquenttakedowndelinquent.

Natsuki; who was still on a high from her survival and subsequently awesome stunt was kicking up grass and dirt with her bike as she circled around the large field; one hand held in the air with triumph. So caught up with herself, she didn't notice the seething Executive Director that was quickly approaching.

It wasn't until she was speared tackled off her bike by a blur of green and yellow that she noticed, unfortunately.

Shizuru stood at the top of the stone steps, a small amused smile flirting with her lips. To hide the upturning of her mouth, the Kaichou raised the still steaming tea-cup to her lips. Crimson eyes glinted, glad to be rid of their boredom. Haruka and Natsuki grappled and wrestled on the ground for a few minutes before the esteemed blonde finally got the upper hand.

"Shall we take this to the Student Council's Room, then?" Shizuru asked, a coy giggle hidden behind her hand as she regarded the amusing scene. The Kuga girl's expression just looked too cute.

To the delinquent's mortification, a blush heated her ivory cheeks. Haruka snickered behind her, only to receive a swift kick in the shin from the source of her amusement who she promptly slapped in the back of the head. Matching glowers on their faces, the two followed Shizuru and Yukino into the school.

-(-O-)-

Shizuru had been bored. Not having Haruka running around ranting was a rare (almost unfeasible) occurrence. So it had came as a shock when she had entered the Student Councils Room that morning, only to see Haruka sitting quietly against the wall in the corner, reading a magazine of some sort. It had been a pity, as she had been looking forward to watching the blonde's antics and sipping tea; like usual

Fortunately for the Kaichou however, her saving grace from the grasps of dismal boredom had came in the form in none other then the delinquent Kuga Natsuki. Shizuru's crimson eyes had watched with barely hidden astonishment as the motorcycle and it's rider zoomed past the open door of the Student Councils Room.

They had then swiveled to Haruka; who's head had snapped up at the disturbance. Red-orbs had filled with mirth as the blonde's jaw clenched, her nostrils beginning to flare. And then with what seemed like lightning speed, the Executive Director had shot up from her comfortable position on the ground and zinged past in pursuit of the dark-haired delinquent while her voice boomed; sound waves bouncing off the walls of the school.

"KUUU-GAAA!"

Presently however, Shizuru was once again seated at her desk; another hot cup of tea in hand. Haruka was standing in front of the large oak furnishing, ranting with gusto at a spacing Natsuki. Reito stood leaning against the left wall, his own tea-cup cradled between his palms. Yukino was trying to calm Haruka down, and Yuuichi Tate looked torn between acting like a fanboy to Natsuki for what she had done and following his Student Council duty of upholding the rules.

"-can you even compensate the amount of danger you have put not only yourself, but other students in with that idiotic stunt you pulled-"

"Comprehend, Haruka-chan." Yukino piped up on reflex, only to flinch slightly when Haruki sent her a chilling glare that told her to keep quiet or risk grievous bodily harm.

"-that's what I said. Anyway, you've almost stripped this school of its good name with what you did! And if I had it my way you would have a one way ticket back to where ever you came from! But for some unknown, completely baffling reason the Director has decided to let you stay. Though, if I catch you putting so much as a toe out of line-!"

"Okay, okay," Natsuki cut the violet-eyed blonde off with a roll of her eyes, "I get it. Can I leave now? I've got better things to do then sit here listening to you babble on. Actually for a while there I thought your head was going to explode." the emerald-eyed miscreant couldn't help but add the little jab.

Haruka looked incensed, "Why you little-!" she pounced at the younger dark-haired middle school student. Natsuki barely managed to dodge the attack by hastily rolling out of the way and on to her feet. Flicking her hair over her shoulder and brushing herself off with a snicker, the motorcyclist headed for the door.

"You better cool it, we wouldn't want you to lose your top, Mt Vesuvius." she quipped, smirking wolfishly once again as she bounded out of the door, Haruka fast on her trail.

"Come back here! I'm not finished with you, mongal!"

"Mongrel, Haruka-chan!" Yukino called out, swiftly following the two out.

Shizuru placed her tea down, eyes locked on the door that they all had just disappeared through. "Ara, Kuga Natsuki," she whispered to herself, tilting her head slightly to the side; bangs falling to shadow her intrigued eyes, "What a pretty name," her lips quirked impeccably. "Fitting for such a pretty girl."

Tate blushed in the corner; unbeknownst to everyone else, he had been flashed a glimpse of Natsuki's red lingerie when Haruka had attempted to attack her. Reito eyed his cheeks with a raised eyebrow, but decided not to question it; deciding to turn his attention back to the Kaichou, who had a vacant, almost dreamy look on her face.

"The whole words gone insane." he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. Really, what was going on? First this morning Haruka is actually silent for once, and now the ever composed, always alert Kaichou was day dreaming. It was unbelievable.

Reito took a sip of tea to try and quell the disbelief.

-(-O-)-

Natsuki hissed as she rubbed her inflamed cheek. Growling she blinked her cold emerald eyes open to glare at her assailant. "What the hell was that for you crazy bitch?" the biker groaned when she tasted blood in her mouth.

Nao stomped childishly and Natsuki tried to refrain from rolling her eyes; just in case she got another hand to the face. The redhead was feisty, that was for sure and she had guts to hit her of all people. Nao was damn lucky she didn't get the same treatment as everyone else.

"How could you leave me out of that today! You didn't even tell me you were going to do it! Now your practically fucking famous," The third-year middle school student whined, before adding something under her breath; too low for Natsuki to hear. "Even more so then before."

"I didn't know I was going to do it. It was a split-second decision and you were already in school. Your lucky actually, Haruka was really in top form today." Natsuki hardened her voice slightly before continuing; shooting a scowl at the younger girl, "And why, may I ask, is it any of your business what I do with my time?"

"Whatever." Nao folder her arms petulantly and avoided Natsuki's intimidating gaze and didn't dignify the question with an answer.

"Exactly." Natsuki smirked smugly, before tousling the jade-eyed girls red hair, aware she was annoying her charge. "Now, do you need a lift home or something?"

Nao bit her lip to stop herself from making a scathing remark because of the patronizing tone the biker was using. She'd already hit her once tonight, there was no need to push her luck. "Yeah, thanks mutt." came the reluctant answer.

"S'all right spider-girl." Natsuki nudged Nao in the cheek before throwing the younger teen the spare helmet she had; then proceeding to mount her bike. "Get on," she looked up at the setting sun with a furrowed brow. "It getting late."

The keys turned, and the beast of a machine purred to life. Hastily, Nao shoved on the black helmet; snapping down the visor, she wrapped her arms tightly around Natsuki's waist and held on as they roared off through the forest - where Natsuki usually kept her bike hidden from a certain blonde Executive Director.

Twenty minutes later, Natsuki had dropped Nao off at her single bedroom apartment and was pulling into her own abode. Yawning, she kicked the stand of her bike down and turned it off. Helmet hanging on her handlebars and the Ducati chained up, the dark-haired rebel made her way up the stairs that led to the front door of her home.

Just as she stumbled through, her house phone began ring, a shrill sound that grated on her nerves. Natsuki was already annoyed enough because her face hurt. Nao really did pack a punch. It would be completely healed by tomorrow however.

Scowling, the biker ripped the phone from it's cradle, voice harsh as she barked into the receiver. "What?"

"You're being watched. Keep your eye's peeled, kid." the phone disconnected, and the motorcyclist stared at it with an expression of extreme disbelief. Thoughts running a mile a minute as her heart beat sped up, hammering furiously against her rib cage - she felt just like she had earlier that day, when she had been flying through the air.

"... Yamada?"

The phone clattered loudly as it hit the tiled floor.

End Note: New story. I love Rebel Natsuki (:

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