Yakuza Maiden: Hey peoples! So, I just finished this first chapter. If you've read Kage no Kohaku and Nights with a Desert Prince, you'll like this story.
Shushuya Kurosaki: So, a story all about me, huh? Cool.
Yakuza Maiden: Yes, yes. Don't get a swelled head, though.
Shushuya: *rolls his eyes*
Yakuza Maiden: I will be explaining your relationship with Kyou-kun and how you guys started dating.
Shushuya: *blushing* B-but-
Kohaku: Oooohh! Will there be some hot steamy smex?
Shushuya: *spluttering* Haku! What the hell! That's personal!
Kohaku: Ah, quiet, you. *looks at Yakuza Maiden* So, will there?
Yakuza Maiden: Of course! In the later chapters, though.
Kohaku: YES! I can wait for that scene.
Yakuza Maiden: However, there will be scenes, lots of them, where Kyou-kun molests Shushu and Shushu will like it.
Shushuya: The hell I will! I didn't like it at all, when he did that!
Yakuza Maiden: You did, stop denying it!
*Yakuza Maiden and Kohaku advances on Shushuya and jump him.*
Shushuya: Ahhhh! Kyousuke! Help! These two nuts are-
Kohaku: *kneeling on Shushuya's chest, holding an arm down* Anyway, my cousin and I only belong to Yakuza Maiden, as are the rest of the characters. Please review!
Chapter 1: First Day of School
Knock, knock, knock. A pale, thin hand pulled the covers tighter around its connecting body. "Oi, Shushuya!" his cousin, a.k.a younger sister figure, Kohaku called out. "Time to get up! Sophomore year of school, starting today!You'll be late!"
No movement. Then, "SHIT!" was heard. Shushuya yanked his covers back and jumped out of bed. He tripped onto the floor. (Kurosakis are NOT clumsy.)
Kohaku giggled and walked away. Shushuya landed face down. "Ow." His alarm clock was ringing loudly. He got up and slammed it off with a fist. Shushuya walked into his private bathroom with a towel and got washed. He got dressed, grabbed something quick to eat, and rode his motorcycle to school.
When he got to Nishioka High School, he saw a limousine parked in front of the school. I thought this was a public school,not private. He shook his head and parked his motorcycle. I seriously did not expect a limo in front of a public school.
From out of the limo stepped Hiraku Hakaiddo, with a wolfy smile. You could almost mistake him as a commoner since his sense of style did not coordinate with the other rich people. Next, was Aoi Suzuki and Ayamu Suzuki, the twins of this group. They were the most logical of the group. And last, but not least, was the most important of them, the leader, Kyousuke Koizumi. He was the hottest and sexiest of the boys in school and in the whole of Nishioka, with Shushuya and Hyacinthus. Together, these four teen boys were the second most popular group in Nishioka, Nishi4.
A boy named Kaede walked wearily towards his locker. Several bandages covered his hands, arms, and legs, bruises evident where bandages didn't cover the skin. He had once been a lively boy, full of vigor. Now, he was reduced to nothing more than a traumatized, depressed person. Kids talked in whispers, not daring enough to see if he was okay or to talk to him. People, especially his friends, looked on, indifferent to his pain. On his locker was a red paper superglued to the locker, declaring his defeat.
You have 3 days to leave.
You have been warned.
Nishi4
Shushuya walked steadily along the lockers, looking for his own. He studied his schedule on the way, memorizing it. He was thinkig of ways to escape classes he didn't like and planning future pranks. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't see the dangerous figures walking the opposite direction. They were the messengers of his apocalypse. From the start, when he saw and met them, he was doomed.
The black haired boy heard a gasp. (his hearing is quite keen because he is a wolf demon.) Being the curious guy he was, he turned around.(which, in itself, was a big mistake). Hayate-sensei, Shushuya's Japanese teacher, had spilled coffee on Kyousuke's white dress shirt, and was making a poor attempt to wipe it off, the stain not really coming off. Kyousuke, not one for letting people touch him, glared a deathly glare at the thirty year old teacher and shoved him aside. The look that Kyousuke sent him sent Hayate-sensei scrambling to his feet.
Shushuya saw the whole thing play out. Not having realized how powerless he was in this new school, made his very first mistake. He laughed, straight out loud. Teachers obeying students like servants? Bullshit. That's hilarious! He thought with much amusement. He was pushed, hard, against the lockers by a merciless hand. He ceased his laughing, electric blue eyes unyielding to the stormy, cloudy grey eyes staring straight at him. Irritating as it was, he waited for the taller boy to speak.
"Find something funny, do you?" asked Kyousuke, danger coating each word.
If Shshuya had not answered it-oh crap-if only he didn't and yielded to the boy's power- well he was screwed. Shushuya's sharp and smartass answer slipped his lips... and he just walked away.
All movement and noise in the hall, except for the footsteps, ceased. Kyousuke, not having been amused the whole time he led the Nishi4, quirked an eyebrow. This indication usually made it clear that blood would spill, in a bloodbath.
"Oh? He dissed you! You see that? He dissed you!" Hiraku scoffed, a idiot moron. "Itai!"
Kyousuke lowered his fist as Hiraku nursed his now bruised head, the grey eyed boy keeping his eye trained on the black haired boy now gone. Usually, Hiraku would retort about the injury, however, he didn't. The look on Kyousuke's face scared the crap out of him. Aoi stopped playing in his shoulder length hair, and Ayamu stood up, now alert.
Kyousuke was now frowning, never a good sign.
Shushuya walked into class, late and upset. A memory tugged at his brain, as he should be remembering something. All thought was lost when he was greeted by twenty-one pairs of eyes observing him. He stopped in his tracks and stared back at them, a look of danger in his eyes. They dismissed him quietly and easily enough and went back to chatting with their friends. Shushuya felt a little tension in the air as he regained his posture and looks as he looked for a suitable desk for him to sit in.
At lunchtime, fangirls, jocks, punks, goths, and such were sat neatly at the tables. Except for one girl, who alone and exuded a dangerous and daring aura about her. The students seemed to deem it a duty not to go near her. They didn't want their heads chopped off. Shushuya liked this and went to go sit next to her.
"Hi. My name's Shushuya. I'm the new transfer student here." he introduced himself, being polite. "What's your name?"
The girl wore black zip up hoodie, with a black plaid pleated skirt, black and white thigh high socks, and converse shoes on. He couldn't see her face well, but she had black nail polish on and a few strands of hair out, Shushuya guessed that she had purple hair.
"Akira Suzumiya." she replied, not caring to pick up the conversation. He noticed that she was looking at something, so he followed her gaze.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, a little curious.
"Different people." she replied, a little coldly. Shushuya didn't care. He will carry on the conversation, determined.
"What's so interesting about these people? They seem boring." He asked. H always thought that people made interesting subjects to study, especially humans and werewolves. There are a mixture here in Nishioka, but mostly werewolves. Observing them, however, made him a little dizzy.
She pointed at a girl at one table. The girl didn't do anything but glare and sneer back. "You see her?"
"Yeah, I do." The girl, having such bright pink clothes on. He wasn't really used to such bright colors, considering what he and his family wore. It made him think if the girl was mental, wearing all bright pink and not varying it with some darker jeans.
"Look at how big her forehead and feet are."
He hadn't expected such a blunt statement, but he could see what she meant. He looked at the girl's forehead, estimating how large in inches her forehead was. It was huge! He looked at her feet. Her feet were larger than normal for a teenage girl.
"Her name is Hiroko Tsubume. president of the Kyousuke Koizumi Fanclub."
Shushuya shuddered at that. Shushuya had messed with plenty of people in the past, but never did he ever hear of a girl so high-strung on boy love. Akira continued to explain about Hiroko's obession with this boy.
"-the one who had coffee spilled on him by Hayate-sensei."
He blinked dumbly, looking at her. Koizumi Kyousuke? He'd heard of that name before, but where? "How did you know?"
"News travel fast around here, you see." He nodded in understanding, but inside, his mind was swimming with confused thoughts. Shushuya hated rumors, mainly because they get around at the speed of light, so everyone would know.
"She hopes that he will one day look at her and forehead and feet, and kiss her, telling her how beautiful they are. Then they can have babies with cocky attitudes and big feet and foreheads."
He giggled, trying to suppress his laughter.
Akira also explained about Nishi4, and what they've done to the administrators and students. Soon the two of them, Akira and Shushuya became best friends. They had plenty of things in common; they din't like to be messed with, and could never stand to eat wasabi.(One of Kohaku's favorite things to eat.)
After lunch, Hayate-sensei came in the classroom and started to teach. However, he he couldn't because his hands trembled so bad that he couldn't and gave up for the rest of class. So, the class resumed what they were doing before he came in. Shushuya was talking quietly to Akira when something caught his eye. It was a large poster, human sized, and in the hands of Tsubume Hiroko. She talked so loud that the whole class could hear her. When she called the person in it Koizumi Kyousuke, Shushuya freaked out.
Realization slapped him in the face like a bitch. He finally remembered who Koizumi Kyousuke was. He finally remembered how much of a coward he was supposed to act like, and remembered how he didn't do that.
So, basically, Shushuya was screwed over and thought naively how he can avoid Kyousuke and his posse, so that he could live. It'll be over in like what, four years? They'll forget him in those long months, right? Oh, how wrong he was.
As he was walking to his next class, he walked straight into the Nishi4. He froze, but his eyes could see that they had their attention divided on other things. However, they still walked towards him. He bolted to the nearest room, which happened to be the men's restroom. The Fates had it in for Shushuya that day.
The Nishi4 walked into the restroom.
Shushuya had just enough time to hide in on of the stalls before he could be discovered. He had his hand over his mouth, breathing quietly.
"Why are we in the bathroom?" Hiraku looked around, confused.
"How the hell should I know? You followed me in here." said Kyousuke, noticing that the Suzuki twins neither minded where they were. How strange, they seemed to be comfortable.
"So, the black-haired, blue-eyed boy from this morning, eh? Quite feisty and pretty, don'tcha think?" Hiraku said, changing the topic.
Kyousuke shrugged nonchalantly, his mind full of Shushuya. He kept seeing those piercing bright blue eyes over and again in his mind. So bright, beautiful, and burning, to him.
"Kinda cool how he laughed at you, huh?" Hiraku added, as Kyousuke didn't respond. And when he didn't answer, his friends worry. Aoi stopped running through his hair and his twin, Ayamu snapped his phone shut. This was at least the second time their friend and leader had delayed responding aggressively, so they thought he was ill or something. (not mentally) That was, until his fist came down over Hiraku's head , hitting him yet again. Aoi sighed softly and mumbled, 'idiot'. His ears were still perked in alertness.
"Technically, he laughed at the stupid teacher," Ayamu said, opening his phone to text.
"And?" Hiraku retorted to him.
Ayamu simply waved to his friends and brother and left. It wasn't uncommon to up and leave them. Nobody knows why, though. Aoi also left after his brother, but not before saying, "Don't forget to tell when you're done planning." He directed it towards Kyousuke, who looked very malicious up until now.
In the meantime, Shushuya pondered the situation and inwardly exclaimed his annoyance. Fuck. Me and my big mouth. Why can't those two leave already? Ah, crap, all I wanted was to get though high school safely. If I had Kohaku with right now, she'd know what I should do. She is the daughter of a son of Athena after all. He sighed so softly and waited.
"He seems make a good pet," Kyousuke suddenly said, no hint of embarrassment at the exclaimation he made in front of Hiraku, but, well, he was too busy nursing his second injury, which seemed to have bled a little this time.
E-excuse me? P-pet? Shushuya's face got all hot, his anger not faring much better. He looked ready to explode. He very much hated the idea of being someone's pet. Afterall, no one makes a pet out of a Kurosaki. After another minute or two, they left.
Shushuya groaned as he dragged himself to class. He was late for AP Chemistry and now a freaking pervert guy was out after him. Tyche was not on his side today. He didn't want to attract anymore attention, so he would try Plan A: avoid Nishi4 and Kyousuke. It had been peaceful up until he literally ran into Koizumi Kyousuke on his way to Calculus. Now Shushuya knew why math was invented: to fuck people over and more.
The Fates: The three goddesses in Greek mythology who roll out the general life of a person.
Tyche: Goddess of Fortune and Luck in Greek mythology.
Shushuya: You had to do it, didn't you?
Yakuza Maiden: Oh, deal with it. Besides, it'll get better.
Kohaku: *evilly*Yes, yes it will, Shushuya-itoko.
Shushuya:*sweatdrops* Why do you have a video recorder?
Kohaku: Remember the first time you two did it? I recorded it. This is the same one.
Shushuya: Why you! *grabs for the camera*
Kohaku: *jumps out of the way*
Shushuya: You both have a dirty mind, you know that?
Yakuza Maiden and Kohaku: Thank you for the complement. We loooooove yaoi! It's so beautiful and hot!
Shushuya:*waving his arms in the air* That wasn't a complement!