Disclaimer: This is a fanfic between my OC and Tsugumi. It takes place before Marika is introduced. It may borrows some arcs from the manga/anime. Leave a review, or follow to read the latest chapter! This fanfic will be quite long!
"You're to protect bocchan and his girlfriend, understand?"asked a well-built man wearing a light purple kimono.
"Yes, I understand, Ryu," I answered.
"Good, you're to enter his class as a transfer student starting tomorrow. Give bocchan this letter as proof." He took out a letter and handed it to me. I took the letter and bowed.
"I will not let you down, Ryu."
"Go get some sleep, Mutsumi. You'll need it tomorrow." He then left my apartment, letting me prepare myself for tomorrow and get some rest. I took out my katana and a wooden box, filled with items that are used for katana maintenance.
The katana, it was a gift from Ryu, when I first joined the clan. It has a red and black handle, sheathed in a blood red scabbard. I opened the box and took out a wiping cloth, an oiling cloth and a bottle of sword oil. I unsheathed it and wiped the blade with the wiping paper, then applied a layer of sword oil with the oiling paper. As a finishing touch, I wiped of the sword oil with the wiping paper. Feeling satisfied with the cleanliness of my katana, I return the katana back into its scabbard and placed it next to my school bag, switched off the lights and drifted away into deep sleep.
The school bell rang loudly, resonating throughout the hallway, signifying that class has started. I waited patiently outside the classroom, and Miss Kyoko, my new class teacher went into the classroom. She had told me to wait outside until she told the class of a new transfer student.
"Class, pipe down a bit. As some of you may heard, there is a new transfer student," said Miss Kyoko. The class started to liven up and the students started chatting as they heard that there is a new transfer student joining them. "Come on in, Mutsumi," said Miss Kyoko while she gestured me to come in.
I slid the door open and entered the classroom, and I saw my target. "My name is Mutsumi Akira. Nice to meet you all and I hope that we would get along well," I said as I bowed down.
Out of nowhere, the female students started squealing and rushed towards me, barraging me with a ton of questions which I couldn't answer dude to the sheer amount of them.
"What's with the white hair and ponytail?"asked one. Ah, my hair colour. It's one of the common questions people ask me. I have flowing white hair, tied up in a neat ponytail to allow me to move with greater ease. "Why do you have a katana? Is that katana real? Are you in the Kendo club?"
"Where are you from?"asked another. The questions keep on going, but I couldn't quite hear them as it was getting really loud. Do the questions ever stop, I wondered in my head.
The male students were glaring daggers at me, probably because I attracted most of the girls' attention. "First Seishirou appears, now this guy?! We have no chance left!" cried one of them. Seishirou? Who are they talking about?
"Okay, Mutsumi. Your seat is at the back," said Miss Kyoko.
Despite the commotion, a few other students were talking among themselves, one of them being bocchan and his girlfriend. I nodded and slowly made my way towards my seat. As I was walking towards my seat, I exchanged glances with a girl with a light blue ribbon tied to her short, navy blue hair wearing a boy's uniform. Why was she wearing a boy's uniform? She must be wondering why I have a katana. Oh, it seems that I'm sitting behind her.
I sat down on my seat, placing my bag below my desk and leaned my katana against the side of my table. I stared at her back, then started pondering why she was wearing a boy's uniform. Not one to waste time, Miss Kyoko started teaching and I took out my textbook.
The bell rang, signifying it was lunchtime. Miss Kyoko dismissed the class, and most of the students went out for lunch. Raku and his friends remained in class, talking and eating their lunchboxes.
I put away my books and notes, grabbed my katana and started walking towards Raku. He didn't notice me, and continues to talk with his friends, Maiko Shu, who came over once or twice, his girlfriend and the beautiful girl with short navy blue hair. Who is she?
"Ichijo Raku," I called out to him. He had purplish hair with two white hair clips, forming an X shape. He turned around as I reached for the letter in my pocket.
In a blink of an eye, I was tackled. I used my katana sheath to push back the attacker, and when I came back to my senses, it was the beautiful blue haired girl that tackled me. She pointed a gun at my head, and a click sound was heard. While she held me at gunpoint, I was holding my sheathed katana in front of me. She didn't flinch at all, but I saw a bead of sweat trickled slowly down her forehead, ultimately dropping onto the floor. Realizing what I've done, I lowered my katana.
"What happened?"cried a brown haired girl, accompanied by a girl with long brown hair. They ran towards Raku, asking him what happened. Raku, who was as confused as they were, shook his head.
The blue haired girl spoke with a rather threatening tone," Mutsumi Akira, who are you? An assassin sent by a rival gang?"
"I was reaching for the letter in my pocket. Let me show you," I reached into my pocket and took out a letter, waving it in the air.
She tucked her gun back into her sleeve, and apologized for her rather rash behavior.
I told her it was fine, since I brought a katana to school. I told her I was actually amazed since she could tackle me so quickly and asked her if she was injured.
She told me that she wasn't hurt, but I didn't believe her. Her left hand was bruised, but she hid her hand and pretended it didn't hurt. "But why do you have a katana?"she asked.
"It was a gift from someone. I carry it around for self defense. Continuing what I was about to do, Raku, please read this letter." I said while looking at him.
He accepted the letter with a confused look on his face, getting even more confused as he read the letter. "Wait, you're my bodyguard?"
"Bodyguard?!" exclaimed his friends.