Hello folks. S Penalty throwing down with his first fan fiction here with a story for Kampfer. Anyways, constructive criticism and other review would be nice, but my low self-esteem can't handle any Flames, so please be gentle XD.
Fan fic of the Hour: SaW: The Trials of Minato Sahashi (Mwahaha)
Song of the Hour: [Tie this time] JubyPhonic- The Game of Life (English Cover) JubyPhonic- Death Should Not Have Taken Thee! (English Cover)
Disclaimer: I don't own Kampfer. The only thing I own are my few OCs appearing in this fan fic.
A young male stood, fixing his brown hair into a low pony-tail after he had just finished his time at the boxing club. Sighing at the inconvenience of the loss of his previous band, the high schooler placed his glasses back on his face. Not that he needed them right now. It just felt more comfortable, and was more convenient. "Isaac-san." The young male turned towards the caller of his name. The student standing across from him wasn't one he was familiar with, so he decided to keep it short. "Yes?" The other guy seemed to be angry about something. He was clenching his fists and looking down. "Kaede-san is waiting for you at the front gate." Oh. That explains it. Nodding in acknowledgement, the bespectacled boy passed him. He didn't like to keep females waiting.
As he neared the entrance to the school grounds, Isaac slowed down. She was standing with a smile on her face. The sun seemed to create a glow around her, highlighting her in a certain way he couldn't describe. Isaac had to agree, even if Sakura's appearance didn't match his particular tastes, she was quite beautiful. That and her nice personality was a rather impressive and rare combination. He was lucky to have her as a friend, he felt. He smiled softly as he reached her. "Sorry if I made you wait, Sakura-san." She turned towards him. "It wasn't too long." The two fell alongside one another as they began walking in the direction of their homes. It was convenient they lived so close to one another. "Actually, there's a reason I wanted to talk to you today." Isaac looked at the school idol with a surprised look. "Oh?" Sakura nodded. "Do you remember what today is?" Isaac wanted to slam his head into a wall. He was terrible with dates. Why did she have to ask him that? Fortunately, she continued quickly. "It's the day we first met, when you came here from Europe." Isaac nodded. "Right. I remember. I was absolutely lost when I ran into you." He chuckled slightly. "You really helped me out back then. After that, I promised I'd return the favor." The girl nodded. "So, in memory of that day, I got you something." As she began to go through a bag he hadn't noticed, Isaac's eyes widened. "Ah, Sakura-san! I'm sorry. I'm such a knuckle head that I didn't think of such a thing. It really should be me giving you something since you're the one that helped me out." Sakura shook her head as she continued to look. "No no, you've helped me out plenty of times since then. Ah… here it is." Isaac looked at Sakura, whose voice had become oddly cheery, even more so than usual. That's when he saw it. "Sakura-san… what is that?" He was honestly mystified by the doll, dare he call it such, in her hands. "It's Hara kiri Tiger! Isn't it cute?!" He accepted the doll with some hesitance. 'I wouldn't exactly call it cute.' The male thought as he looked at the odd stuffed animal. "Th-thank you." Sakura's smile was radiant. "Oh? We're here already?" His gaze turned with hers towards her house. She turned back towards him, rasing her hand in good-bye. "See ya later, Isaac –san."
The girl panted as she ran, the cool night air whipping past her. She couldn't allow herself to be slow down. That sadist with the gun was hot on her heels. Turning out of an alley, she looked around. Spotting an old looking, worn-down tall building, she rushed towards it. She slammed her shoulder into the barred doorway, breaking it down. As soon as she spotted the stairs, she headed for them, dashing up them quickly. As she reached the top, she slowed slightly. Opening the door out to the roof, she stumbled slightly. She had been running pretty intensely for a while. Then she heard the footsteps of her pursuer. Shooting a glance at the door, she backed up, stopping as she hit the railing. The door opened. And she saw her clearly. Short, red hair: fair skin: and a wicked smirk. The gun in the girl's hand was already aimed at her. She raised her arms in a feeble attempt to protect herself. "Say good night, bitch." With the sound of the gun echoing out, and the sound of metal hitting metal, pain lanced throughout the girl's arm as she was shoved back by the force of the shot, tipping over the railing. Her eyes widened as she realized what was going to happen.
Isaac shot up, panting heavily. Fear was pounding in his chest, and his eyes were wide with terror. After a moment, he managed to reign in his breathing. "Of course, such a thing would never happen to me." "Oh, but it did happen." The young male's ears twitched at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. "Who?" He scowled and began to look side to side to find the owner. "Over here." He looked towards his dresser. "Eh?" Despite all the oddities he had seen, he couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing now. "Ehhhhh?!"
Isaac glared at the doll, irritated not by its explanation, but by something he else didn't understand. "So, you're telling me that there are these female battlers called Kampfers, who are supposed to fight each other based on what team they're on?" Hara kiri tiger nodded. "Well, that's all well and good. But it doesn't explain everything." The stuffed tiger spoke in a cheerful tone. "Well, just remember that the bracelet glows when other Kampfer are near and you're about to transform. You should be fine." Isaac's eye twitched. For some reason, the stuffed tiger's attitude was rather irritating. But before he could try anything, his watch's alarm went off. "Ah, I'll be late." And so, Hara kiri Tiger was spared for another day.
Isaac was jogging lightly along the path to school. He had met the humiliation of barely missing the bus. Sighing at his lack of luck, he slowed down to take a short break. An odd sensation shot up his spine, and he jumped to the side as the sound of a gun rang out. Despite his reaction, he still felt the bullet graze his cheek. The stinging sensation as it ripped through his flesh wasn't distraction worthy, though he did note it. As he turned, his eyes widened slightly. "You… you're!"
Annnnnd cliff hanger. Yep. I wanted to end it here, as it would have felt choppy had I ended it later. I don't have high expectations for my cutting off the chapters, so…. Anyways, please review.