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YOU ARE OBSESSED WITH PORCHES. I AM OBSESSED WITH PORCHES. HOW IS THIS REAL.
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Rindaman was a quiet one. He sought for no trouble from anyone yet was constantly surrounded by a ruckus. Especially when it came to her. His freshman year was when he had gotten his first glimpse of the only female student attending Suzuran. Everyone thought she was just a woman, but Rindaman knew; she was trouble. She was the first in many years, after the school had gotten too rough for women to attend. He had been sitting through the dull entrance ceremony when he noticed the many boys attention had zeroed in on long blonde hair and twin cinnamon comets set ablaze for eyes, creamy skin of an exposed leg sitting beside…
Serizawa Tamao.
No one was listening to the freshman representative anymore.
She was a half, which was obvious. The only thing Japanese about her was her height and slight almond shape of her eyes. Her lips were curved into an obviously pleased smile directed towards Serizawa and most surprisingly Tokio.
Tokio had muttered something that had set her eyes to glitter as she curled full lips back to reveal pearl white teeth in a hearty laugh. Although a woman, she was by no means girly. She looked absolutely beautiful in the black uniform skirt and white blouse; however her red sneakers betrayed her boyish tendencies and a preference for comfort over fashion.
She sat with an air of aloof authority, perforated with a self sureness that was almost enviable. She was smaller than small, yet it seemed she held the air of someone who could command the greatest of armies. But … She never made a move. It seemed she was merely comfortable joking with Serizawa's group and the rest of the school, but never stuck to one specific gang. She was a stand alone in the war of the crows just like Rindaman.
Which is why, he supposed, she knew his weakness just about as much as he knew hers.
He lay one day, on his back, as she grinned down at him only barely out of breath. Her knuckles were bruised and stinging. She didn't hit very hard but she made up for that with accuracy, tact, and relentlessness.
"It's your back," She mused, "If I can distract you from the front so easily, your back is wi~de open."
She didn't try to fight him again after that. He was worried she would tell Serizawa and that would be the end but, surprisingly, she didn't. She remained alone. It seemed her only loyalty was with Rindaman himself and even then she was resolute to belong to herself only.
When Genji came… everything changed.
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Chapter 1: Bone Burner
"Oi. Izaki."
The blonde lazily looked up from the darts in his hands before giving a cock sure grin. I felt my hands itch at the sight in want to smack that grin right off his face. I resisted the urge of course.
"What is it, Tae?"
Jerk. Quick, kick his chair!
"Don't call me that! Only Tokio and cute boys get to call me that!"
Okay, so I was pushing it a little. I didn't really mind if Blondie calls me by my first name, but I do know Tokio would mind. And I didn't feel like mopping up Izaki's face, especially on the first day of school all because of Tokio's stupid complex over sharing me.
"What did you want, anyway?"
Izaki and I never really got along too well. In first year I made fun of his hair and from then on he's held a grudge. He never tried to physically hit me though, which he knew was in his best interests since he had witnessed Tamao curb stomp a guy who caught a small peep at my panties. The dude is still in the ICU.
"Tokio's at the hospital for a check up and Tamao's with him. I'm bored~"
My heart thumped a bit at mentioning Tokio and hospital in the same sentence. I know he's fine. Tamao told me he'd be fine. All I have to worry about is the cute new first years. I was going to go to the entrance ceremony but I decided to ditch at the last second and waste some time with some waste of space.
Bingo! Izaki.
We had a sort of understanding. We may have been in the same class since first year and he may have been ruling it since then but there was no way in hell I was considered a part of that faction. He was used to my stubborn refusal and by now my threats just rolled right off his back.
We might be friends.
Or not. Neither one of us is willing to admit anything.
"Get out of here, brat."
I felt a vein twitch.
"Brat?"
Izaki motioned for me to leave. I swerved on my legs and stomped out the door, Izaki's men probably watching my ass, but I didn't leave before I picked up an eraser and threw it as hard as my skinny arms could at Izaki's face.
Thump!
"Goddamnit!"
And then I left.
After managing to outrun Izaki by hiding in a random boy's bathroom, I ignored the graffiti with someone's number for a good handsy and hopped out of the stall, surprising a second year that I didn't care to know who was still pissing at the urinal. He screamed before trying to tuck away his unmentionables. I grinned.
"If it burns when you pee then you should have used a rubber," I politely told him before strolling away.
Rounding a corner on my way to the auditorium to catch a sneak peak of this year's competition, I spotted a familiar giant standing alone in the seemingly deserted hallway. I smiled cheerily as I made to catch the big lug off guard. Before I could even brush the tips of my knuckles against him, Rindaman had already spun and caught my fist within his own giant palm.
My mouth twitched.
"Long time no brawl," I greeted him with a devilish wink.
He frowned, showing me he was clearly not impressed. Ah, my big friend never did like my jokes. Or me. Or anything, really. He was just a big mass of dislike made up of human flesh and frowns.
I wasn't sure how we met, or even how we got on speaking terms, but I do know it had something to do with me getting my first period and PMS rearing its ugly bitch head on poor ol' Ginger-boy.
I can't recall if I embarrassed him when I kicked him in the face or if he just stood there. Knowing him, it was probably the later but who was I to assume things?
Before I could pester him further, the distinct voices of a certain pair of brothers hummed along the hallways. I gave a small mocking "see ya lata gata" nod to Rindaman before lazily sauntering towards the brothers.
"OI!" I shouted out as they came into view, "What are you two chicken shit's up to?"
"Aw! Tae-chan!" I let the name thing slide with the Mikami Brothers simply on the basis that I just really like them.
"We're ditching this joint for a beer, wanna come?" They chorused.
I laughed, "Nah. I'm going to play with the newbies."
They gave a simultaneous shrug before heading their own way. I gave a shake of the head; tch, tch, tch, skipping on the first day. What hooligans.
The freshman orientation should still be running unless some dumbass started a fight over Suzuran ruling again. I don't know why I even entertain the idea of there not being a fight, since it's been happening every single goddamn year except for ours. By ours I mean the general population of the third years. They were too busy staring at my boobs that day to even bother with each other. The only person who wasn't falling over themselves at the sight of tits was Tokio.
Inevitably my thoughts ran right back to Tokio's dirty little hospital visit. I don't know why he's there since he was dead set on keeping my nose out of that particular bit of business and it seemed even Tokaji didn't know specifics or he was lying to me which is probably the case. I had shaken loose every tree I could find and yet my information remained at the zilch levels.
Ignoring the blatant smell of marijuana drifting over from a group of boys huddled together inside an otherwise empty classroom; I kept heading in the direction of the auditorium. The unmistakable sound of fighting perked my ears but I rolled my eyes as the noise got louder.
When I was still in middle school I had my first encounter with a yankee. She wore her standard middle school skirt down to her ankles and sported those god awful pencil thin eyebrows. Her name was a mystery but the way she held out her hand palm up demandingly told me that the reason she had cornered me was no mystery at all. I had been even shorter in middle school than I was now (five feet exactly) and this thugette had been a giant even to normal people.
Young Tae wanted nothing more than to pee her pants and get back to the safety of her room where she could stare the Backstreet Boys poster stuck to the ceiling above her bed then maybe dance around manically to some happenin' tunes, fantasizing about the way Nick Carter's lips would feel.
None of those things happened. Instead, little me sassed the Yankee girl and got tossed around like a rag doll. She beat me for a while before something inside me, probably the stubborn sassy part that would cut off her left foot to see BSB in concert, snapped. I began pummeling my tiny fists back against her. She was surprised and that was probably what gave me the advantage.
I managed to knock her away headfirst into a brick wall. Needless to say, she lay unconscious in an alley that night as I ran home, scared, crying, and yet somehow drunk on victory. She wasn't dead or anything, I mean I saw her at school two days later glaring knives into my very soul as she sported a band-aid smack dab in the middle of her forehead. Since then I had felt a pride like no other. Like no one could fuck with me anymore, and I was right.
That was when I began kicking ass and taking names.
So I barely jumped when the auditorium doors flew open and a body hit the floor outside of it, another one lurching right after the first. I managed to awkwardly make my way through throngs of bloodied boys, narrowly missing a sloppy cuff to the face by some kid with Pocahontas looking braids. Giving a swift kick to the ankles of some bald dude, I began making my way over to the teachers who had huddled in a little group, secreting fear from their itty bitty pores.
I waved a hand in greeting.
"Yo."
"Rooney-San!" They chorused in joy, "Please protect us!"
I glanced around in poorly concealed pleasure before my lips stretched out into a toothy grin.
"Yeah, yeah, but uh…maybe you guys should step it," I offered.
Before they could even move their big toe, one of the other useless teachers burst through the Exit door screaming hysterically. Something like, "YAKUZAAAA! YAKUZAAA ON THE CAMPUS!"
Rollerblading Christ. To prevent the loss of any limbs, I violently shoved the teachers back into their hiding place and dove under with them for cover from the horde of teenage delinquents scrambling to see the Yakuza like 10 year olds at a Justin Bieber concert. One of the teachers smelled like vomit but I wasn't sure which one it was, so I pretended that my gag was just a cough, hoping not to offend them.
Once I assumed most of the numbers were outside I quickly popped back out from under the table and followed the rest of the freshmen. Yakuza on campus wasn't a usual occurrence, at least, not in the time that I had been attending, so I was both befuddled and curious as to what their business was.
Maybe they wanted to recruit. Or maybe… it was an assassination! I felt my mouth drop in wonder as I excitedly entertained the idea. One of the dudes here was actually just posing as a student in the witness protection program, but somehow his old gang found out.
Perhaps they blackmailed a police official to get the information…? And now they're here to strike! Their target's forced to come out into the open for his last heroic stand! Oh, divine light, what a splendid-
"SERIZAWA!"
-…. I regret everything.
My face fell in disappointment as the Yakuza began hollering Tamao's name, demanding he come out and face them. There was a small chatter amongst the freshmen, making them sound like a crowd of tittering marsupials, all wondering who Serizawa Tamao was. I made an extreme effort to refrain from rolling my eyes at his celebrity as his title "The King of Beasts" was thrown around a few times.
King of Beasts, my ass. More like King of Morons.
What kind of idiot goes and pisses of the Yakuza? One in a tacky white jacket handed his two metal bats to the other men before walking away with a swagger of the likes I had never seen (I.E he looked absolutely ridiculous.)
They hollered a few more times for Tamao before I felt an arm move against my shoulder. Distracted by the gentle touch, my head followed the boy who had brushed against me on his way past out into the open, walking right into the path of Yakuza.
I hadn't had time to catch his face, but his back certainly looked majestic strutting away. I could see a smoke trail coming away from his towering form and then the thugs addressed him.
"You Serizawa?" An ugly one asked.
"Of course he's not!" I snorted in disbelief, "He's too tall!"
A freshman to my right looked down at me as if he had just noticed my presence beside him. His mouth was gaping open.
"Hey, you're the female student-!" He exclaimed with the dopey expression.
I paid him no mind as my eyes stayed with the lanky figure, "Yes."
And then the Yakuza lackeys got their asses handed to them by a measly student.
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My toast was "here's to being positive, and testing negative... Cheers!"... after that chick gagged on her shot, everyone knew... slut.
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AN:
Thank you TextsFromLastNight. Thank you.
This is a VIRGINITY BATTLE! First one to take the girl… wins… her! Just like beating Rindaman wins… RINDAMAN! What a horrible, horrible thing. Of course, someone falls in love. This story is shameless, by the way.
Essentially, everyone is probably wondering, IS GENJI GONNA GET SOME? No. He has no romantic links with Tae. This is a Serizawa Tamao story, with some other necessary romance that is pretty integral to the plot. Tokio has to like Tae so that Serizawa can't just HAVE her. He has to angst and brood and torture himself for liking his best friend's love interest.
Then Izaki comes in because there needs to be the rival. Genji won't take her, so he needs to have Izaki gain her favor so they can get her over to their side. Yaaaay, complications!
Anyway, I hope someone likes this. Maybe.