Author's Note: The basic story is the same as the original. Same characters and storyline except that the female protagonist is more.. well.. more everything: more beautiful, more intelligent, more charming, more talented and a lot stronger.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
AS usual, the crowd of people walking around the hall consist of rich kids dressed in the latest fashion more apt for a cocktail party than a school. The place was a buzz with gossips on who's who, who wears what, the latest fashions, coolest hangouts and other such nonsense.
Brand names clothes, jewels and high tech gadgets are a common accessories in this prestigious school of Eitoku University. Sons and daughters of famous people, politicians, millionaires, what the heck, throw in the billionaires too, are the normal populace of the school.
More than one glance was sent her way accompanied by snide remarks and sneers. A few students even went as far as point fingers and actually laugh at her. She has been here close to a month and the novelty of her being different has still not faded.
That's right, she, Makino Tsukushi, doesn't belong in the hallowed grounds of Eitoku. She is a lone anomaly in the school, coming from a common family background with no prestige and political connection whatsoever. She is however, extremely intelligent and managed to earn herself a scholarship to enroll in the school. She knows that most students here will buy themselves a diploma to graduate from high school before moving on to the college section and doing the same thing over again.
She doesn't mind being an outcast and couldn't care less what the others think of her. She is here to study and learn as much as she could. The university offers an excellent foundation for all subject matter. She knew she can get excellent grades to ensure herself another scholarship for a college degree. A degree from the prestigious Eitoku University will do wonders for her resume and will open doors for high profile jobs when she finally join the workforce.
Having just entered high school, class 1-A, the so called model class, consisting of the most intelligent students of the freshman year, she still have long way to go before she can graduate high school let alone college. Once again reminding herself of her goals, she resolve to mind her own business, do her thing and get out of here as fast as possible.
Thus, she keeps to herself, silently going around her classes and spends all her free time either in the library or the emergency staircase that nobody uses. Even so, her presence, or at least someone like her, was unprecedented in the school so that she still generates attention wherever she goes. The fact that she's more than pretty and have a nice enough figure to go with the face, makes her a beacon for attention despite her best efforts.
Suddenly noticing an increase amount of students loitering outside the rooms, she sensed a thick air of anticipation as if they are waiting for something to happen. Sure enough, as if on cue, the students started lining up the windows to look towards the school entrance. Soon, a chorus of kyaaaa, kyassss were heard from nearly half of the female population of the school and chants of F4, F4, F4 from everybody else.
Not really interested in what is happening or who could it be to warrant such attention from even these snobs, Tsukushi proceeded to her room and was even grateful to have a few moments of blessed silence to herself.
-----------
It was towards the end of the day when it happened. She was just about to leave for the day, having just left the library after finishing her assignments for the following day. She was descending the stairs and had a clear view of the scene below her.
A student, a boy, was kneeling on the floor asking forgiveness with his head bowed. Even from her position, she could clearly see the kneeling boy shaking and hear his voice trembling in fear as he repeatedly ask for forgiveness. The group standing in front of him doesn't seem to be the forgiving sort, specially the curly haired guy leading the group.
Telling herself it's none of her business, she was about to walk away when she overheard the students whispering about what happened. Apparently, the kneeling boy accidentally bumped into the curly haired tyrant, and stepped on one of his shoes. Granted, those are smart looking shoes and no doubt cost a ridiculous amount of money, but for the life of her, Tsukushi cant understand what the big fuss is all about when the boy had already apologized and had obviously already cleaned it.
Lick it. the curly haired tyrant was demanding. Lick it clean and I will forgive you.
The kneeling boy blinked up several times before swallowing hard and bowed his head down further toward the shiny shoe. Tsukushi can hardly believe her eyes and was even more surprise when the crowd gathered around didn't stop what was happening but instead urged the demand by chanting lick it, lick it, lick it…
She tried, God knows she really tried to walk away and not get involved in the power play going on, but her sense of justice and fair play, not to mention her conscience, wont allow her to just do nothing.
Wait, a voice from beyond the crowd said. Every head whipped towards the sound to identify who the voice belonged to.
Pushing her way to the center, Tsukushi stood her ground and meet the eyes of the curly tyrant directly.
Isn't it a bit much? He, gesturing towards the still kneeling boy, had already apologized. Besides, it was an accident and no harm was done.
Do you have any idea who I am? The curly head looked at her up and down as if she was an alien specimen just crawled up from under a rock.
Do I look like I care? She coldly answered him.
You have no business butting in ….unless…a sudden evil gleam shone in his eyes…you want to do the licking instead. He wiggled the offending shoe towards her direction.
Tsukushi was now really pissed and have already thought of a thousand and one ways of killing the arrogant perm head (that's what she decided to call him) in front of her. None of these thought showed on her face. She smiled instead and lowered her head as if to lick the offending shoe.
Perm head and the rest of the crowd were smirking by now, anticipating the drama unfolding before them. No one could have predicted what happened next…..