Tasukete
Basic Summary: Satoshi is transferred to Tasukete High School, a school for the 'trouble kids'. Although he doesn't see what he did to deserve to go to such a place, he somehow finds himself being accepted by the other students. As he finds out more about the students of this strange school, could he possible learn to love again? Or will his newfound relationship end in heartbreak? Rated M for explicit lemons, language, violence, and angst flashbacks. (Tasukete translates to 'help')
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Satoshi Hiwatari stepped out of the sleek black car, the glare of the sun shining directly in his eyes. Although it was fall, the first day of fall, that is, it was a blazing ninety-eight degrees out, and the long-sleeved black school uniform wasn't doing anything to help the sweaty teen cool off.
Satoshi didn't know what he was doing at Tasukete High School. It didn't have the best reputation in the world-actually, it was the worst in Japan. Parents would use it as a threat, "If you don't shape up, we'll ship you to Tasukete", etc... but any parent who wasn't on the verge of disowning their child would even dare consider it. You see, it was a school for 'trouble children' that were so bad that they were a bad influence on the other kids at their old high schools.
There were two sections. White, and Black. Satoshi didn't know what they stood for, but he did know that there was one of each in each room. He glanced at his schedule, and at the top, in tiny black lettering, it read:
Satoshi Hiwatari. 4.0 GPA. White. Room 402.
He sighed, heaving a brown leather suitcase out of the back of the car before it pulled away. Satoshi began to trudge down the long concrete path that lead to the large concrete building that was the dorms. The fact that there were bars on the windows didn't exactly make it look homey; the metal door didn't help the butterflies that were churning eagerly in Satoshi's stomach.
He glanced around him, and noticed that everyone was staring at him. I mean sure, he had bright hair, but it wasn't that noticeable, was it?
"Hey!" Satoshi heard the tenor voice yelling behind him, but didn't flinch; there was a .001 chance that that voice was meant for him. Or so he thought. "HEEEY! New kid!"
Satoshi did stop at that. He turned his head, and saw some blonde kid running at him. (Yeah, this is 'the blonde kid'. I don't know what his name is, but I do know that in the DN Angel mangas, he's always with Takeshi...?)
As he jogged to catch up with Satoshi, he couldn't help but wonder what this boy could want. Why was he paying attention to the random new kid...?
"...Hi..." the blonde panted, standing next to Satoshi with his hands on his knees. "You're... the new kid?"
"I am," Satoshi replied curtly, crossing his arms. The boy in front of him had cropped blonde hair, and when he looked up, Satoshi felt electric blue eyes gazing into his own.
"Yeah. You looked kind of new." The blonde held out his hand. Satoshi shook it. "I'm Kisho Hitome. Nice to meet you."
Satoshi wasn't sure what to reply to this. He wasn't used to people openly approaching him, let alone giving him a formal introduction. What should he do?
"I'm... Hiwatari."
"Hiwatari-kun? I can remember that. Hey, do you need some help getting to your room?"
Satoshi shook his head. "Thank you for the offer, but I would prefer to go alone."
Kisho frowned. "Huh. You know, at first, I thought you were a new black, what with that hair, but you really do talk like a-"
"KISHO! Are you harassing the new students again?" the two boys turned to see another guy walking purposefully towards them, his long black hair falling messily, yet still perfectly, out of his ponytail. He wore the same black uniform as the rest of the students.
"I didn't do anything, Dark-sama! I was just being nice to Hiwatari-kun here!"
Dark, Hiwatari thought. What a strange name.
"My god, Kisho. It isn't as if you're desperate. Why not just go and-"
"I didn't do anything! I swear!!"
Satoshi's eyes flitted between the two bickering boys... assuming they were friends... and just decided to turn and leave them on their own. The others, after a few seconds, noticed his absence, and Dark ran to catch up with him, while Kisho walked in the opposite direction to stand in a group of boys a few years older than him.
"Oi! Wait!" Dark ran after Satoshi, eventually catching up with him and falling in strut beside him.
"What is it?" Satoshi was getting annoyed. Why were all of these people talking to him? Why wouldn't they just leave him alone?
"Jeez!" Dark said, stopping. They were in the main hallway of the all-white dorm, which was completely vacant. "Excuse me for trying to be friendly!"
Satoshi stopped, turning on Dark. "What's wrong? You're bothering me. I would prefer to make my way up to my dorm on my own, thanks!"
Dark glared at Satoshi for a second, then crossed his arms across his chest. "You're a white, aren't you?"
The chilly air conditioning in the room made it difficult to concentrate, but felt amazing all the same. It smelled like lemon cleaner. Satoshi hated lemon cleaner.
"What the hell is this whole 'white, black' shit, anyway?"
Dark sighed. "Have your roommate explain it. I'm tired."
"Then go away. I don't need people like you following me around."
Dark glared at the boy, then sighed. "I'm Dark Mousy. Senior. Code black. I apologize if I gave you any trouble. Oh yeah, and don't mind Kisho. He's a prostitute, but if you ignore him long enough, he'll only try to kiss you once every other day."
Satoshi felt his mouth drop open. Dark said this so calmly as though he was discussing the weather. Were the kids here really that bad?
"... I'm... Satoshi Hiwatari. Junior. Erm... white." He sighed. "Sorry if I offended you... I'm just not used to so many people talking to me, is all."
Dark chuckled darkly. (xD) "Ah. So you are a white. I thought, what with that hairstyle... is it a fashion statement or something?"
"No. I was born with it. Hey, uh... Mousy-kun?"
"Dude. It's Dark. Seriously, my last name sounds like a brand of hairjel. And what?"
Satoshi unfolded the piece of paper in his hand. "I'm looking for... room number... four-oh-two. You know where that is?"
Dark's eyes widened, then he covered his mouth with one hand. For a second, Satoshi thought he was going to throw up, but soon realized that he was laughing hysterically.
"Four... four... oh... two??" He asked between hysterical laughing fits. Satoshi wondered weather he should just walk away now.
"Yes. Four-oh-two. What's so funny?"
"Krad... ah ha ha! This is just too good! And bad... we'll have to find another room... damn."
Satoshi glared. "Will you just show me where to go?"
Dark nodded, still grinning. "This way."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The blonde lay on his bed, not even glancing at the door. Whoever it was could just go fuck himself. Krad didn't want to deal with pretending to be sane. A tear rolled down his cheek as he stared at the ceiling, dropping the photograph on the floor.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
He was the tough guy. The one who hadn't shed a tear in his life. The enemy, to some. He was always in control. Always.
"Krad! It's me!"
Krad's ears perked up at that. Dark? He was here? What could he be-but it didn't matter. The blonde wanted more than anything to be with Dark right at that moment, to embrace him... to forget everything. He wanted to forget his past... his future... his own name.
Krad stood, crossing the distance between the bed and the door in a few quick strides. He opened the door to see not one, but two guys standing in front of him.
What. The. Hell.
The door opened to reveal a tall blonde, not much taller than Dark was. His hair was long in the front, but short in the back, and altogether completely disheveled. He had a certain redness in his eyes as though he had been crying, and he wore a black uniform just like the other two.
So this was Satoshi's roommate? He hadn't been sure of what to expect-I mean. He was bound to be some form of delinquent, seeing as he was attending this school... but this wasn't what Satoshi was imagining.
"...Krad-kun?" Dark's face was a little too worried than it should be, as he addressed the depressed-looking teen. "What's wrong with you?"
And with that... Krad slammed the door in their faces.
That's nice,
thought Satoshi. I can't wait to see what he's like when he knows that I'm his roommate."AUGH, KRAD!" Dark yelled at the door. "YOU COULD AT LEAST BE PLEASANT ON HIWATARI-KUN'S FIRST DAY YOU ASSHOLE!"
Satoshi glanced at Dark, who was pounding his fists on the door.
"My god! He's your fucking roommate! Just open the damn door! He doesn't have the damn key yet you ass!"
"Erm... Dark-kun? There isn't really any need to get all mad about it... I mean... I can just come back-"
"UUUUGH!"
"-later..."
Dark sighed, then sideglanced to Satoshi, the bridge of his nose pinched between two fingers.
"Hiwatari-kun?"
"Hm."
"Do you have a piece of paper?"
Satoshi nodded, then opened his suitcase and rummaged around for a bit. After a couple of seconds, he pulled out a blank sheet of paper and a pen.
"What's this for?"
Dark's only reply was to begin scribbling furiously on the white sheet.
Krad.
Stop being an ass. If it helps, I'll be the ass tonight. 'Meet' me at
Dark paused, tapping the pen against his chin.
the bath down the hall from your room. And remember your lotion this time, god. Ten o'clock.
Dark.
Dark smirked, remembering some inside note as he wrote the last line. Satoshi was... needless to say... clueless. It looked like a coded message to him. 'I'll be the ass'? What the hell?
Dark folded the paper in quarters, and then proceeded to slip it under Krad's door. He handed the pen back to a very confused Satoshi.
"..."
Dark smiled, standing up. "You should be able to get in at ten. Krad never locks his door.
"Eh... okay...?"
"...Don't tell me that you didn't get that."
"I didn't get that."
Dark chuckled to himself, then walked past Satoshi. "Why don't you leave your bag here, and we can go to the cafeteria? It's almost lunch time, anyway..." Satoshi nodded, and they were off.
The cafeteria was decorated just like the dorms. All white, with black furniture. The tables were black metal, as were the chairs. At the front, there was a line where you got your food.
As Dark loaded his trey up with food, Satoshi just got a small bowl of plain white rice. You didn't have to pay, since the school was completely funded by the government, but that probably meant that the food would taste like cardboard. Satoshi also grabbed a Ramune for his drink, and followed after Dark to sit at a round table with several other people already occupying it. One of them, Satoshi recognized, was Kisho.
"Hey, hey, hey, Dark! Who's your buddy?" one of the guys asked as they sat down, Satoshi feeling considerably awkward. Why didn't he just ignore Dark when he had the chance?
"Shut up, dude. This is Hiwatari Satoshi-kun. He's a Junior, just transferred here. White," he added, earning several looks from the various people at the table.
"White, huh?" The boy next to Satoshi scanned him up and down. The guy had short brown hair with a red streak running through it, and deep brown eyes. "You don't look too white. That hair-anyway. I'm Takeshi Saehara. You can call me Takeshi, though. I don't use my family name anymore. I'm a sophomore. Black," He added, grining.
"Niwa Daisuke," called a short redhead from across the table. His eyes were a shocking blood red, his blazing fiery hair falling lazily in front of his eyes. "Sophomore. I'm white."
"...Itachi Uchiha." A guy sitting on the other side of Dark said. He had a strange, dark aura to him. "I'm a junior. And... I'm black."
Satoshi felt a shiver run up and down my spine. "Sasuke Uchiha," said a boy across from Itachi, "I'm that ass's brother. I'm white. Freshman."
"You already know me," said a familiar blonde. "Kisho. Junior. Black all the way, baby."
"And," said Dark, turning to Satoshi. "I am Dark. Black senior. Welcome to Tasukete High."
This is the infamous Tasukete High School?
Kawaii Youjo Kira story origionally. She asked me to continue her story!^_^ She gets the creadit for the first four chapters and the plot of the story!^_^ Here's a link so you can read her other stories!^_^ Url: fanfiction .net/u/1645958/Kawaii_Youjo_Kira