Summary: What's a girl to do when suddenly she's the princess of a gang? Flirt with the hotter members of course! Wild Ones/Bleach/Vampire Knight/Furuba fic.
Hey it's me! Yeah….Having issues….so I started a new one! Hope this one makes it far! I don't own Wild Ones, Bleach, Vampire Knight, or Furuba. And possibly something else if the plot develops any… The song Better by Plumb, which is what this fanfic is based on, doesn't belong to me.. Neither does the song, In the Garage by Weezer. The whole reason this chapter is named after that song is because it is as random as the song. There's humor and like, every other genre I could cram in there. Yeah. Anyone that you don't recognize from any of those belongs to me unless I say otherwise.
Chapter 1: In the Garage
I thought he was joking in the car. I honestly did. Seriously, what would you do if your supposedly dead grandpa showed up on your doorstep as your only blood relative to come whisk you away, an on the way, he told you he was the head of a gang?
Yeah, I laughed too.
He scowled, his gray hair so neatly combed under his hat starting to refuse to stay in place. "This is nothing to laugh at Karin! I'm serious!"
"In Japan!!" I gasped out, not done giggling. "In Japan, too!! What is it, the BINGO-on-Saturday-nights gang?!"
He sighed, obviously irritated. "You'll just have to see."
"Whoopee. Another surprise." I said sarcastically. "I bet I'll see my brother that isn't suppose to exist too!" Hey! You wouldn't be gracious either if you're parents died only two weeks ago and now you were whisked away to some strange country! True, I was half Japanese, but that didn't make me eager to see Japan in any way. Yeah, that special feeling I got when I stepped off the plane? It was me barfing in a near by trash can. What? I get way sick on air planes!
My stomach growled at me queasily and I frowned as I looked out the window. "Why couldn't we have just taken a boat?"
"Because I have a feeling you'd have been more uncomfortable on a boat." He said dryly.
I scolwed. It had been idiotic of me to blurt out, when he first told us we were going to Japan, that I had a picky stomach. Basically, anything stable, sterile, and sweet-smelling doesn't set off my gag reflexes.
We pulled up to a large house where several scary looking Japanese guys were running around, looking anything but ordinary and organized.
"Believe me now?" My uncle asked in that same dry tone.
"No.." I lied. What? It was a little bit more believable now that the Japanese guys were in view, bowing as the shiny Volvo drove slowly down the long driveway.
He pointed. "Those armbands have my personal insignia on them. It signifies that every part of them belongs to me, whether they're loyal or not. The same goes for you." He patted my shoulder, though his words sent shivers down my spine. This guy was formidable and scary!
I glanced, curious. The armbands held a complex design of squares with a flower in the middle I recognized as the cherry blossom. The family flower. Cute. I really was related to this wierdo. Our last name was Sakura, after all.
We came to a halt and the driver opened the door for my grandfather.
I gathered my checkered bag, my carry on item, and was about to open the door when someone opened it for me. I looked up, astonished, to see a tall orange haired boy.
He looked down at me and muttered a greeting in Japanese along with his name, which was Dan.
I stared. I couldn't help it. The guy was hot in rough kind of way. He was wearing a white jacket over a tight black shirt, with a belt holding up baggy gray pants. On his arm was my grandpa's armband.
Yes. This hottie was a gang member.
I snapped out of reverie enough to reply in Japanese my name. Karin.
"He knows.." My uncle came around and offered me an arm as I got out of the car. "He and a couple of others around his age are supposed to protect you."
I took the arm. "Oh…kay…?" Since when did I need protection? I knew my self defense. A punch to the nose here….a kick to the shin there…maybe an extra kick to the-
"I didn't know you could speak Japanese.." My uncle interrupted my thoughts as Dan slammed the door.
I nodded. "Well, my father didn't want me completely ignorant of my heritage. I only know a bit though."
"I have a feeling you'll pick it up fast." He replied. His dry mocking tone was really starting to irk me…
"Is this a habit of yours?" I bit back. "Getting these feelings?"
A man popped in our path and replied in fairly good English, "Oh sure! Boss always gets smart feelings!"
I gasped and took a step backwards, surprised. I bumped into someone. I looked up to see Dan looking a little irritated back down at me.
"So is this Miss Karin, boss?!" A whole bunch of gang members started to crowd us. I was glad I spoke a little more Japanese than the average American student. My grandpa disappeared. Unhelpful old….
"She's sekushi!"
"You baka! No crushin' on the boss's granddaughter!"
"Hey! Leave Ryu alone!"
"Yeah!"
A scuffle broke out, people crashing their fists into one another.
Dan said something in Japanese that I didn't understand. He had a marvelously low voice. He pulled me behind him and yelled something at the crowd. I distinctly caught the words "shameful" and "Karin-sama".
The crowd stopped and everyone bowed to me with a chorused, "Gomen no sai, Karin-sama!"
Unable to remember the words for "don't worry about it", I smiled and waved my hand dismissively.
Dan grabbed me by the elbow and steered me swiftly into the house.
We entered into the kitchen, where a silver haired boy sat, eating an apple. He wore a black shirt with a high collar and the same kind of baggy pants as Dan. He waved to Dan, glancing at me. "Is that…?"
His voice was nice too. Grandpa had some hot guys in his gang.
"Yeah." Dan let go of me. "She just barely got here and already she's causing-" He said some words I couldn't understand, but I could guess their meaning.
My eyes narrowed and since I had no words bad enough to call him in my limited Japanese vocabulary, I childishly stuck out my tongue.
"She speaks Japanese." Observed Mr. Hot-n-Silver.
"Only a little." I replied.
He took another bite out of his apple, decidedly uninterested. "Hmmm…."
"Your turn to-" Dan said something else I didn't know. "-tonight Zero."
Zero, Mr. Hot-n-Silver, nodded and continued to stare out the window.
Dan gently pushed me up some stairs.
I felt Zero's eyes fall on me all the way up the stairs. I wondered if my butt looked okay…
"This…is your…room." He said in halting English, pushing open a door.
I was impressed. English? For me?
The room was your ordinary four white walls with a window, a bed, a nightstand, a desk, etc. My luggage had already been delivered up, which wasn't much. Uncle had insisted it be sent to me separately. I now had a sneaking suspicion he wanted to check it for something…
I nodded in satisfaction and sat on the bed.
Dan turned. In Japanese, he said. "I'll be in the house if you need me." And he shut the door.
I wished I knew how to say, "I don't need you, I want you" or something else witty and sexy in Japanese. Or would that be too forward, I wondered…
I pulled my suitcases into the closet and pulled my MP3 out of my checkered bag. I'd unpack later. Right now, it was Karin's daily nap time. I pulled on the large headphones; you know, the kind that totally cover your ears and give you the impression of ear muffs. I pressed play and sunk into a world of the soundtrack from Pan's Labyrinth and dreamless sleep.
When I was finally awake, Zero was sitting in a chair right next to the door, staring at me. I started. "What the-?!"
He was suddenly there. He put a hand over my mouth and whispered, "You're loud." In fluent English.
I blushed. He was so close…
"Dinner's over. If you want to eat, we can go downstairs." His voice was soft and low, but disturbingly emotionless.
I pushed his hand off my mouth, remembering to be angry. "Why're you in my room?!" I hissed.
"Because I was ordered to protect you during the night." He pointed out the window.
Sure enough, it was night. I blinked. "But…what about Dan?"
"He's your day guardian…for now." He sat on the sill of the window, looking for…something… honestly, it was a little creepy.
"What do you mean for now?" I pulled my knees up to my chest.
"We switch off. There's three of us. Every week." He looked back at me. His eyes were so weird…like a grayish silver…
I nodded and, to my embarrassment, my stomach growled. I blushed and Zero raised an eyebrow. "You said something about eating….?" I prompted.
He sighed. "Follow me." He started out the door.
I followed, enjoying the comfortable silence that fell between us. This guy was way straight forward. I liked it.
Dan was in the kitchen with a couple of other guys. They were all laughing. I shrunk back a little, still unsure as to whether or not I should trust anyone.
"So you're babysitting her during the day now?" Guy number one asked, grinning.
Dan frowned. "Yeah." Did that guy ever smile?!
"Who gets night shift?" Guy number two asked.
"Zero."
"Lucky dog!"
"Shut up! We're not suppose to talk about Karin-sama like that!"
"So?" Dan shrugged and took a drink of…something…"She's just like the other girls."
Zero stepped in suddenly, dragging me behind him. Let's just say I didn't want to get in the conversation. "No she isn't." He said softly, meaning me.
I peeked out from behind him shyly.
They all glanced at me, quickly got up, and bowed respectfully, muttering fervent apologies; all except Mr. Dan of course.
He got up nonchalantly, bowed slightly, and left without another word, leaving his glass there.
The other two apologized themselves out of the room and Zero and I were left alone again.
"What's with people around here?" I wondered aloud. "I'm not a princess." Though I enjoy the pampering… I added in my thoughts.
"You're a close relative to the boss. He doesn't want you hurt or used in inappropriate ways, even if people are just talking." Zero replied in a robotic way. His lack of emotion was starting to rub me wrong…
I frowned and opened up the fridge. "Does he really care all that much?" I mean, c'mon! I hardly knew the guy!
He shrugged.
I took that as an 'I don't know' and let him be. I had more pressing matters to attend to, as my stomach so plaintively reminded me every five seconds. I settled for an apple, seeing as nothing looked remotely edible. "Who cooks here?!" I asked, shutting the fridge with my foot.
He shrugged. "Whoever's on cooking duty."
I pulled a face. "Well I'm cooking from now on!" I set down my apple and reopened the fridge. I shut it with another face. "Maybe after someone goes grocery shopping…"
Zero turned his head quickly but I could see he was smiling.
I grabbed a kitchen knife and jumped up on the counter, sitting my butt on it. "So do gangs in Japan have names like gangs in America?"
"I guess." Was his reply.
"What're we called, then?" I asked. I was really getting into this whole gang thing, and that slightly disgusted me. The knife slipped and I cut my thumb. "Ow!"
He took the knife and the apple away, cutting it skillfully. "We, as in everyone but you, are the Shinde Sakura's."
I uneasily wrapped my thumb up with paper towels. My stomach was acting up again…
"Oh, so I'm not part of this motley crew of weirdos?"
I saw the ghost of a smile on his face again, but he kept his eyes trained on the rapidly slimming apple. "We aren't weird. We're normal compared to most people. What you were seeing was everyone's closest secrets. It's what makes us all different." He threw the apple core in the garbage and pulled out a clean plate, setting the apple slices on it. "I'm sure you have secrets."
"Not embarrassing ones." I lied, snigging in mock self righteousness.
"Of course not, princess. Not knowing how to handle a knife and being related to the boss of a gang isn't embarrassing at all."
I eyed him steadily. Was he making fun of me? "I call that being normal."
"I call that ironic."
"I call that your problem."
"I call that my obligation to at least teach you how to protect yourself."
I folded my arms over my chest. "I can defend myself!"
"Hey." My grandpa's voice came from behind me.
I squeaked and jumped.
Zero's face had an infuriating smirk as he bowed deeply to my grandpa. "Sakura-sama."
He bowed back, only not as deeply. "My granddaughter hasn't been causing you any trouble, has she? I heard she has quite the record." Stupid dry voice. Stupid records.
"I'm sure that's untrue," Zero said politely, and I snorted. "…Unless she has a record for violently mishandling knives and loudly ousting our cook out of his position."
"Traitor." I muttered as my grandfather raised an eyebrow at me.
"How well do you cook?" He asked.
"I've memorized dad's Triple Chocolate Cherry Cake recipe from cooking it and I'm relatively sure of the rest." I replied cockily, hoping my grandfather remembered his son was a gourmet chef.
He glared at me, not unkindly. Probably trying to see if I'd stand down.
I stared back, unwilling to give an inch. Hey, what do ya know! We might actually be related.
"Okay." He moved off.
"Wh-what?!" I gasped, surprised he was so willing to hand his stomach's happiness over to a girl he'd barely met. He was a man, after all!
"You're my blood relation. I trust you." He smiled, then became serious, like he was briefing someone. "You're to report for duty at five thirty in the morning to cook breakfast before you go to school. Don't worry about lunch. We'll manage." My grandfather smirked. He smirked at me! "Will that work out Zero?"
"It will, sir." Zero said. "We will be switching our posts around then."
"Good." He nodded importantly and started up the stairs. "Good night Karin. I hope you know that around here, when we offer to take on a task, we do it."
It was a good thing I didn't have the knife anymore. My "beloved" grandpa would be in the hospital. That old jerk.
Zero slid the plate of apple slices to me. "You might want to eat. You need some rest, princess. There's a lot of us."
I groaned. What had I gotten myself into this time?
-
That night, I couldn't sleep. I mean, would you if this guy was sitting in a chair next to your door watching you? Yeah. Not comfortable. It didn't matter if he was hot. So, I watched some episodes of my favorite TV show on my IPOD. Go Pucca! Maybe I should just take on super human strength…that would solve all my problems…
I jumped when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned. It was only Zero. And, coincidentally, Dan.
I must've looked a little confused because Zero gently pulled my ear phones out and said softly, "It's 5:30 in the morning, princess."
I jumped out of bed, cursed, and pushed them both out.
They tried not to snicker as I slammed the door on them.
Jerks.
I hurriedly got dressed in the stupid uniform we had to wear, then popped out the door. "Ready to make breakfast!" Who cared if I didn't have any make up on? I'd put it on later.
They both raised an eyebrow at me and pointed towards the kitchen.
I rushed down and started on gigantic cheesy omelettes.
-
It took a while but I finally got the last one by the time people started to wake up.
Zero had long gone away to get some sleep, so I was left with rough and tough Dan. This kid was certainly a man of many words, in a sarcastic, exasperated sigh way.
He clapped slowly when I took off the apron. "We have twenty minutes to get to school and it's a fifteen minute walk." He pointed out.
I sighed in exasperation and rushed upstairs again, applying makeup and grabbing a couple of note books to shove in my messenger bag. Of course this would happen to me on my first day of school in Japan! I rushed down the stairs and realized I took seven minutes. I was screwed.
Dan shrugged as I looked at him, panicking. He said a word in Japanese and then, "—happens."
Yeah, I figured out what the other word meant pretty quick.
I scowled and dragged the reluctant guy out the door, where his comrades laughed at him because he was off to school.
I guess a high school education wasn't really a must have to join a gang here either.
He politely but firmly snapped his arm out of my grip. "So what if you're late? School's overrated anyway."
I sighed. "Because being late is bad." Bad. Do you understand this? BAD.
Apparently he didn't because he slowed down. "Well if the gates close, whatever. I didn't want to go in the first place."
Yeah. Way irresponsible.
I glared at him. "Look! I don't know about you, but I actually want to get back to America with my own money and not just borrow money from gramps!"
He glared back. "Get married, then."
"No!" I stopped, angry now. This kid, no matter how hot he was, was irritating me. "I'm not gonna get married just so I can go back home! You're such an idiot!"
"Then get money by being a-!" He said another word but I didn't need to understand to know what he meant.
That was uncalled for and absolutely horrible. I took a shaky breath. "Which way is the school." I asked, barely able to keep my voice even.
He pointed, glaring coolly at me. "Go straight then turn left and go all the way down til you see it—Hey! Where're you going?!"
I had already took off running. I didn't care if he was supposed to protect me. Boys like that were lower than dirt to me. They didn't deserve anything from me. Even my attention. Thus, I childishly decided to give him the silent treatment, which seemed a garrunteed solution at the time.
I was either a fast runner or he honestly didn't care if I ran away. I was voting the latter. But anyway, I managed to get way ahead of him. I caught my breath for a bit before entering in the gates. I pulled out my schedule and took a look at it. I headed towards my class, holding back angry tears a long the way. I was on time…but at what price…?
-
It was about five minutes after class started before Mr. Vulgar-Evil-Protector-Dude showed up. It seemed like he was recognized by everyone and the room had that feeling of a father welcoming back a prodigal son.
He took a seat next to me and I pretended to be riveted on my boredom-spawned sketches. It happened to be me beating him mercilessly in stick figure form. Hey, a girl can dream, right?
-
Finally, lunch came and I stayed in my desk, refusing to looke anyone in the eye.
Dan turned. "Hey I-"
He got interrupted when a bumch of people started talking to him.
I stood up and relocated. Childish, yes. But he deserved it. I stared out the window and wished desperately for home. It wasn't fair that I had to move all the way out here to live with a grandfather who I always thought was dead. It wasn't fair that mom and dad died either, but such was life.
I didn't eat my food.
-
After school, I was one of the first to jump up and run out. I was going to avoid walking home with him at all costs. I was in the middle of walking briskly out when a sleepy Zero with messy hair and clothes appeared next to the gate. He looked more than a little grumpy.
I hesitated then tried to sneak past via crowd.
Dan was there.
He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, tossing my back to Zero. It was all so swift and coordinated, I didn't see it coming.
Zero scowled at me, following behind. He obviously didn't get enough sleep last night.
I blushed as I caught people staring at us. I folded my arms angrily. "You can put me down now!" I said in English, completely forgetting Japanese in my anger.
"He can't understand you." Zero pointed out, still looking cranky.
"Then-!" I started.
"No."
Furious, I started to say every filthy word I had ever been taught, regardless of language.
Eventually I quieted and Dan put me down. We walked into a coffee shop and stood in line.
Zero turned to me. "What do you want?"
"Something smothered in several layers of chocolate." I mmuttered. I was having a bad day, okay?!
Zero turned to Dan and asked him the same thing, to which Dan replied, "A stiff drink."
"A drink wouldn't make you any less of an a ..."I muttered in Japanese. Yes. I knew that word.
He whirled on me, furiously opening his mouth.
Zero smacked him in the back of the head while ordering. He didn't even skip a beat! He finished and determinedly pushed us towards a table. "Sit." He commanded coldly.
I did so, refusing to look at Dan.
He sat down as well, scowling and rubbing the back of his head.
Zero calmly sat down between us and said, "I get a call from Dan that says, 'I think she's going to run' and sure enough, you do. Now, I'm wondering what happened and why it was so bad that you two had to wake me up." In Japanese. Yep. This guy was grumpy.
Dan just glared at him.
"He started it!" I muttered angrily. "He called me a…" I struggled with the word.
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you know what it means in English?"
"Yeah."
"Ah. That's why you're so upset."
I swallowed angry tears. This was so unfair! Dan didn't even know who I really was!
Zero turned to Dan and started speaking fast fluent Japanese.
Dan didn't look at him or me but his angry look softened.
Our stuff arrived and I got a chocolate drink that was possibly the size of Mt. Fuji. But that was okay because even the whip cream was chocolate. Zero sure knew the way to smooth things over with me.
I put in a straw and started to suck it down moodily. It was AWESOME!
"And you," Zero turned to me. "Need to not try to run away again. It's dangerous."
"How so?" I raised an eyebrow. I still didn't believe I needed this whole protection thing. The 'escort the princess' thing was getting a little old.
He turned and pointed at the door.
In walked a couple of guys that looked a little rough, including a kid with white and black hair. They all had armbands as well except with a blue dragon on them.
Dan growled, grinding his teeth.
I swear, sometimes he is just like a dog!
The white and black haired guy noticed us. He nudged his friends and they all started their way on over.
"They're from an enemy gang. Ignore them." Zero advised, mostly for Dan's benefit.
That's easy. I went on sucking on my drink.
"Well, well, well… If it isn't Sakura's women!" The biggest one grinned at us.
Zero twirled a bottle cap, looking perfectly at ease and totally sexy.
Dan, on the other hand, wasn't fairing so well. He glared at them, tense.
I'll admit it. I was scared. But I did what I was told and ignored them.
"Oh? What's this?" The leaner one leered at me. "Looks like Sakura's women have a-!" He said something I didn't understand.
Dan muttered something and Zero snapped at him before he finished.
"Ooo…pretty black hair…" The leaner one moved towards me. "Well, you gotta share, right? What's yours is ours. Cuz we're friends!" The bigger one chuckled unpleasantly as the leaner one put a hand on my shoulder.
It was like a bomb went off. All of the sudden, Dan was beating the crap out of the lean dude and Zero had me pressed against him, away from the fight.
The big guy swore and picked Dan up, throwing him.
Zero pushed me out the door as people started to gather.
The black and white haired kid watched us go out with cool gray eyes. It was more than a little creepy.
And, as things would have it, there were two more outside.
"Give us the girl!" The lunged toward us.
"Go!"Zero shouted, pushing me.
I stumbled and started to run. I only glanced behind me once to see that the white and black haired guy had spotted me and was starting to run. I swore and ran faster.
He was fast but I was faster. It took a while before he could catch up with me. When he did, I could hear him. Panic overtook me and I jumped, pushed off the wall, and then kicked him in the face.
He slid underneath me, not even losing a beat. I didn't even touch him!
I landed on my feet, crouching for balance, my shoes sliding on the asphalt so I came to face him.
He flipped up like a break dancer, smirking at me. "Someone knows their moves. You're not just any girl, are you?"
"Wanna find out?" I said, meaning to sound mean but it came out shaky. I clenched my shaking hands.
His eyes narrowed. "Yeah…but probably not in a way you're going to like." He came towards me, fast and hard.
I narrowly blocked one punch he sent my way and fell on my butt in the street.
He stood over me and smirked even more. "You lose." He reached towards me, just as Dan sent a flying kick to the side of his head. He flew away from me and Dan stood in his face, looking more than a little beat up. "Go!" He shouted, meeting the guy again as he came bearing down on him.
I gasped and scrambled up, running again.
I ran until I couldn't breathe anymore. I stopped to gasp for air and realized that the next house was grandpa's. I took another breath and ran down the drive.
Grandpa was running up it. Apparently, someone had called him.
Without even thinking, I crashed into him, hugging him and started to tremble. I couldn't breathe…
"Karin! Karin, are you alright?!" He looked over my head. "Where are Zero and Dan?!"
They skidded around the corner, breathing hard. Zero stood in front of Dan, so my view of him was blocked.
"We…got attacked again….after we…called you sir…" Zero swallowed air.
Grandpa cursed. "Karin, go to your room. Zero. Dan. My office, now."
I walked, shaking still, upstairs to my room. I closed the door and crashed on my bed.
-
When I finally woke up, someone was knocking on my door.
I got up slowly and oped it.
There was Dan, looking horrible and bloody.
I gasped. "What happe-Oh…" I cut myself off. I could be such a ditz sometimes.
He didn't say anything.
I opened the door wider and he picked up a box, carrying it in.
"Some of your stuff." He simply said, then sat in a chair. He winced slightly.
I grabbed a tissue and handed it to him.
He looked at me quizzically, but didn't take it.
I sighed and leaned down, cleaning up his lip. "You're bleeding."
His look softened and he closed his eyes. "I'm…I'm sorry…"
I squatted down. "It's not your fault." Grandpa was right. I was picking up Japanese fast.
"But it was…I shouldn't have lost my temper back there.." He said determinedly.
Guys just don't give up, huh? On the other hand, gramps probably chewed him out bad for it too.
"Stop talking." I said. "You're making your lip bleed more."
He scolwed, then winced. "I can handle blood, woman."
Huh. So I was "princess" and "woman" so far. I hated to see what the third guardian called me.
"Well I can't." I replied. Which was true…usually. For some reason, my stomach was fine.
He rolled his eyes. "Woman," He grabbed the tissue and leaned in a little.
I blushed, transfixed.
"Go unpack." He said softly. He pulled back and held the tissue to his lip.
I rose and turned, about ready to slap myself. I thought he was going to kiss me! I turned to the box and was pleasantly surprised to find my computer. I unpacked it quickly and was soon confused as to which cord went where. "Shoot." I muttered.
"What's wrong?" Dan came over.
I pointed. "I have the big stuff set up but I don't know where these go."
He shrugged. "Can't help you there. Zero's the tech wiz."
I pouted. "But he's probably sleeping!"
"No, he's getting himself checked into a hospital." Dan said seriously. "He collapsed in the boss's office."
I gasped. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
Dan shrugged. "Didn't think you cared." He looked a little mad.
I threw a pillow at him, angry. "I may be new here but I'm not that heartless!" Conceited, arrogant, jerk!
He glared. "Fine then! Did you want to go see him?" His tone was mocking.
"Maybe!" I folded my arms over his chest.
"Then let's go!" He pointed to the door angrily.
"Fine!" I stomped out.
He followed me, slamming the door behind him.
We stalked out of the house, both too angry to speak.
Grandpa was outside, talking to his guys. They were all staring at us. "Where are you two going?" He frowned.
"To visit Zero." I said as Dan growled incohorrently.
Grandpa frowned even more. "Not after the attack today! Obviously, The Blue Dragons have no respect for borders anymore and the hospital is on the very edge of our territory!
I scowled and turned on my heel. Maybe, if I was fast enough, I could lock Dan out.
-
That night, Dan was still there. I suppose since Zero and the other guy weren't there, he had to stay awake all night. I was surprised that I was sorry for him. Judas, I was surprised that I was worried about Zero! I turned over in my bed and stared out the window. This was weird… A new country, a new house, a new life…maybe even a new love, if I got lucky. I smiled as my eyelids started to droop. Yeah right! My only two options that I was willing to consider were Dan and Zero, and somehow, they seemed uninterested. Especially Dan.
As I drifted off to sleep, I could've sworn I saw that black and white haired guy from the rival gang staring at me from outside the window…
That's it for Chapter one! Hope you enjoyed it!
-Hanyou
In Chapter Two: Don't Stop The Music….
"A week's all it takes."
He stood up and started to approach me.
I folded my arms and pretended my heart wasn't fluttering madly in my chest. "Takes for what?"
He placed his hands on either side of me on the desk behind me. "All it takes…" He said softly, "To see who you really are."
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