Yakuza Maiden: Hello again, dears. I hope you enjoyed that first chapter.

Shushuya: Make me awesome in this one!

Yakuza Maiden: Yeah,yeah. Don't worry, I will.

Kohaku: I like when he showed Hiroko who's boss.

Yakuza Maidn: Haku-kun, don't give that away!*turns to readers* Please review!

Chapter 2:Crap

Shushuya fell on his butt. He looked up and saw a brown-haired boy. 'Kyousuke?' he groaned. The Three Fates must really hate him to do this to him. Shushuya stood up and tried to side-step them, but Kyousuke moved in front of him. "What the hell? Move!"

"Why?" Kyousuke smirks and looked down at Shushuya.

(Okay, so you guys know, Kyousuke is taller than Shushuya by five inches. So, Kyousuke is 5'10'' and Shushuya is 5'5''.)

Shushuya grit his teeth. 'Calm down, calm down. You might do something you'll regret later.' "Can you please move?"

Kyousuke was taken aback by Shushuya's submissive side. Though, he did find it cute and endearing. "Heh, no."

Shushuya balled his hand into a fist, eye twitching. 'Okay, calm down, now! Oh, fuck it. This asshole deserves it!' He raised his fist and was about to give him a good-.

RING!

"Crap! I'm late!" He pushed past Kyousuke and ran down the hall, not looking back.

He doesn't with Kyousuke for the next few periods, not that he wanted to. Now he's in History, which was very interesting. His sensei told them that they would be learning about Nishioka's history and Kurosaki Clan who founded it. 'Funny how most of everyone doesn't know that's I'm a Kurosaki, not that I hiding this fact.

He sat at his desk listening to various pop and rock artists on his blue iPod and reading Death Note manga. The teacher was in his office reading an ecchi book, Midnight Lover. Kids were throwing paper airplanes, talking, and being idiots.

So, at the moment, nothing was being taught and it was a free day.

He sighs as he changed the song to Into the Night, by Santana. He didn't want to do any work despite liking the class and there was no one to talk to. Thus, reading manga and listening to music.

He sighed yet again and the teacher didn't seem to notice-nor care about what was going on in the class. His office door was piled with papers, at least two feet deep. Maybe, oh how his hands were itching. Maybe a prank will do-no, NO! He was already reprimanded for such things by his uncle, Omata. 'Damn! This is sooo boring right now!'

Next he had Computer Literacy. He was so happy to have Akira in his class. He explained to her about the recent events, including Kyousuke.

Shushuya was so busy thinking about his last class that he didn't know the teacher's name. Akira explains about Imai-sensei. He was really smart and knows a lot of history, but extremely perverted. He currently has a crush on the Performance Dance teacher, Matsushita-sensei.(I think I made up this class.)

Shushuya nods and smirks. Maybe he can do something about that. Hook them up together-hey, it'll be fun. He liked Matsushita-sensei's class, since he loved to dance.

Luchtime!

They get their lunch and sat at a table in the far corner that overlooks the entire cafeteria.

Shushuya toyed with his food and only drank his flavored water. "So, what's this thing about the Nishi4 being so...well...evil?"

Akira narrowed her eyes. "Hello, money."

"That's all?"

"They torment and control others because they've got money."

"That doesn't sound too bad." He leaned in a little and drops his voice to a whisper. "To tell you the truth, I am from the Kurosaki Clan. People here apparently don't realize that, especially, Kyousuke."

He dumped is tray into the trash bin. She does the same.

This school has the best food in the district."

"Then, why throw yours away?"

"Don't like meat."

He rolled his eyes. "My younger cousin's like that. Except...well...she's meat-intolerant."

"I'd like to meet her sometime."

"You could come over today and meet her!" he said, smiling.

"Sorry, can't. Busy today." His smile falls. "I'll come over tomorrow, though."

He smiles again, nodding.

"Oh, and I knew you were a Kurosaki. I figured that out by the trademark dark black hair and pale skin."

He spluttered. "Was I that obvious?"

"Obviously not to others. To me you were." He blushed and smiled embarrassedly.

Their teacher for the next class, Theatre Arts, is Tsukuda who they found out is a pervert.

Hmm, Tsukuda. Where've I heard that name before? Shushuya thought. "Tsukuda-sensei, didn't you write Midnight Lover?"

The dark green haired man stared at him and chuckled. "You haven't been reading it, have you? It's only for those eighteen and over."

"Of course not! I saw Imai-sensei reading it. Isn't it perverted?"

All the kids in the class stared at Imai-sensei, waiting for an answer.

"Exactly and that's why it's eighteen and over!" Imai-sensei replied, eye twitching.

Shushuya smirked. "Then, you're a real pervert, sensei."

"I am not just a pervert!" the teacher replied, voice booming in the auditorium. "I am Super-perverted!"

Shushuya and Akira sweatdropped. He didn't deny the fact that he is a pervert, and added that he was super-perverted. Shushuya shook his head slowly. This school is certainly weird.

The rest of the class was quite interesting. They acted out scenes from Romeo and Juliet. He took a liking to calling him Hentai-sensei.

The man didn't seem to mind being called that, but, soon everyone was calling him that. So, he threatened to give people zeros if they kept calling him that. Of course, being the hardhead he was, Shushuya kept calling him Hentai-sensei. So, Imai-sensei gave up on threatening him with zeros.

After school, Shushuya went home. He told his cousin, Kohaku, everything that happened that day, including the Koizumi incident.

"Koizumi Kyousuke? Koizumi Hideyoshi's son? Really? Well, well, Shushuya you seemed to have gotten yourself into quite a mess." Kohaku said, eating a chocolate pudding with berries at her desk in her study.

"Yeah, I did. Not on purpose though. I think he likes to mess with me." Shushuya replied.

Kohaku twirled her silver spoon between her fingers. "Well, what I would suggest is that you show him who's boss and kick his ass."

"Trying not to make a new problem, here."

"Oh? Now we're Mr. Goody-Two Shoes, now?"

"Meh."

Kohaku smirked. "If he insists on trying to own you, I could hepl you with some pranks and such."

"Eh, okay. I'll try to figure something out."

"Alright. But you always have me!"

On his second day, so much happened that he was overwhelmed.

Most of his classes were boring, two perverted teachers, one's a super-perv, two or three interesting classes, and he just laughed on his first day there. Better yet, he laughed at the Nishi4. Now he's got them after his ass. Beautiful.

When he walked into his first class in the morning, everyone except Akira, was laughing at him. She was sitting there as per usual.

Akira points at the chalkboard. It wasn't that shocking, however, it was the first time someone did that.

Shushuya fucked 50 people!

Shushuya smirks and erased the board. He picked up a piece of chalk and began writing.

Koizumi Kyousuke- disgusting, irritating, asshole, bastard, pervert, bitchy, huge-ass ego, petty, perky, girly, fucked with more people than the whole student body, 1-inch dick, pretty boy, rotten ass heart-

He stopped to think a bit.

-bad hair, clothes, smell, bad manicure.

When Shushuya was finished, tossed the chalk around in his hands, admiring his handiwork. He walked to seat next Akira and tossed the piece of chalk back to the board.

Everyone was so shocked. Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever dared to do that before! One boy in the middle seat looked at the board and giggled. Soon, everyone else was laughing.

Shushuya and Akira low five each other and laughed.

There you go, Kohaku. I figured something out, for now. Shushuya thought to himself. Though, this will get ugly.

During Calculus, Shushuya took another route to avoid Kyousuke. In Performance Dance class, more than half the class skipped, so the teacher let them do what they want.

Shushuya goes up to him and sits on a chair near the teacher's desk. "Ne, Matsushita-sensei, do you know Imai-sensei?"

Hearing the name. Matsushita-sensei blushes and replied. "Yeah, why?"

"Sensei, why are you blushing?" Shushuya asks, teasing. "Do you like him?"

"Shushuya!" Matsushita protests, still blushing furiously. "Shouldn't you be practicing?"

"Meh, I finished warm up. Quite easy for me, unlike other people."

Matsushita nods, reading a book.

"I could ask him if he likes you, if you want." said Shushuya suddenly.

Matsushita almost fell out of his chair. "W-what? N-no! Just leave it alone and go back to your seat!"

The bell rang no too long after. Shushuya walks to his next class, which was on the other side of the building. He hoped to not run into any of the Nishi4, but Fortuna wasn't on his side today.

"Oi, little raven." says a voice behind him.

He didn't even have to turn around to see whose voice it belonged to. Little Raven? Since when am I Little Raven? "What the hell do you want?" Then, he was suddenly pushed against the wall.

"You." Kyousuke replied in a husky voice.

Shushuya stared into ebony eyes and blinks slowly. "And? So?" he asked dully.

Kyousuke laughed. "You are a really interesting person, you know that?" And that why I want you."

"Too bad, so sad."

"I always get what I want, one way or the other."

"So? Doesn't mean that you'll always get what you want. You act like such a brat."

A chuckle rose from Kyousuke's throat. Hn. I got your message. You should know better than to mess with me. You will regret ever doing this," he said in a threatening tone.

"You should know better than to mess with me."

Shushuya bent his knee and knee-kicked Kyousuke in his groin. As Kyousuke doubled over in pain due to the hard kick, Shushuya pushed him and walked away.

He turned his head towards the hurt figure. "Never."

In History, Shushuya did not even go to his seat, but to Imai-sensi's office. He walked straight up to the desk.

The class, of course, is too busy to notice.

The man sitting in his chair behind the desk looked. "Yes, Shushuya?"

"Imai-sensei, do you like Matsushita-sensei?"

Imai-sensei put his book down. "Why?"

Shushuya noticed for the first time that the man had dark green hair, though it looked darker. It covered half his face.

"Matsushita-sensei said he wanted to meet you in his classroom after school to discuss some...stuff." he emphasized on 'stuff' for effect.

Imai-sensei raised an eyebrow. "You aren't lying, are you?" he asked doubtfully.

Shushuya shrugs. "Fine. I'll just tell Matsushita-sensei that you don't want to meet him then."

"No! I mean...I'll meet him after school."

"Cool. I'll tell him, then." Shushuya said and smirked as he left the office.

It wasn't a total lie. Matsushita-sensei did want to meet him, from what he saw. He was kind of shy about it. All they needed was a good push and Shushuya wanted to do them a favor and give them that.

Shushuya and Akira walked into the lunchroom. Shushuya had his own lunch that his twin aunts made for him.

"Your lunch is really good."

"Thanks! My twin aunts made it for me. Unlike someone else in my family."

"You have twin aunts? And what do you mean about someone else in your family?"

"Yeah. They're really awesome and quite devious, despite their innocent looks. One minute they're innocent angels. The next, they're devious demons. And by what I said, I meant that my younger cousin, Kohaku, can't cook, like at all. Give her something to cook and she'll burn it or mess up the recipe. We tried to teach her how to cook, but that failed. All I can say is, is that she hasn't got any talent for cooking and she can't learn it through being taught, either."

"I see." Akira said.

"You should come over sometime. Kohaku's a lot of fun to be around and other stuff to do."

"I'll have to then. Maybe today."

"Cool. Then it settled." Shushuya looked around the room. "So, everyone always sit in this order?"(refer to chapter 1, if needed.)

"Yup, everyday." Akira replied.

"You sure know a lot about how school works here. If someone was to catch the attention of Koizumi Kyousuke, then what?"

She looked at him and bit into a pear. "Then I only hope you've got very fast legs, Shushuya."

"I said someone, not me!"

"You're not a good liar."

He sighs. "I tryig to figure out what to do. What can I do? My cousin offered a hand to help me, but I don't know."

"Well, You could take up your cousin's offer. You could also pull pranks."

"I suppose, but I don't know."

"You sound quite doubtful. What if you could pull pranks to save your life."

"Is this really a life or death situation?"

"I heard that a boy stabbed himself in attempt to suicide because of the Nishi4."

"Stabbed himself?"

"If it makes you feel better, he failed and was sent to the hospital instead."

"Wow, thanks. That made me feel a lot better." He groaned, thinking up ways to avoid this situation. "So what is this table called?"

Someone else spoke the answer.

"Hey freak. How's it going?"

Akira looked up to see Hiroko and her fellow fangirls in front of them. "This is the freak's table."

"Why is that?" he asked Akira, completely ignoring Hiroko.

"Because I dress in darker and less expensive clothes. However, I am not Goth."

"That's like my cousin, except her clothes are a little more expensive."

"Hey! Don't ignore me, freak!" an annoyingly high-pitched voice protested.

They both looked up.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Shushuya asked in an incredibly innocent tone.

"It's considered rude to ignore people, freak." she sneered.

Shushuya rolled his eyes. "It's considered rude to call people freak, slutty wench." he smirked and smartassed.

Hiroko's friends gigled bhind her.

She looked embarrassed, but then smirked. "Well, looks like you have a new boyfriend, huh, Akira?"

"Hey, looks like you've met your new killer."

Akira watched Hiroko with a cold smile on her lips. It's been such a long time since she had a partner to share these times with.

Hiroko blushes deeply. "Stop it, faggot freak!"

Shushuya copied her high voice and laughs. "Oh? So why are you here? Cuz I'm turning Kyousuke into a faggot freak and you're jealous?"

Kyousuke-kun is not a faggot or a freak! He only likes me! I know he does!"

"Really? Last time I checked, he said he hated you from the bottom of his heart, if he's got one."

"He doesn't hate me!" she screamed.

"Akira, you know why Kyousuke doesn't like Hiroko?" he turned to her.

Akira sizes Hiroko up and down. "It's quite obvious. Her forehead and feet are too big."

Hiroko covers her head with her hand, unable to cover her feet.

And look at those breasts. They're much to much like triangles."

Shushuya laughed as Hiroko tried to cover her chest. "What else? What else?" he asked, giggling and eager.

The whole cafeteria could see and hear what was going on now, laughing and pointing at Hiroko.

"Ah, that hair! Is it really purple or did you dye with dye bought from a drugstore? And those clothes! You need to change them, honey."

"Stop it, freak!"

"Ah, stop whining like a bitch, you slutty wench.

Hiroko sobbed as she ran out of the room.

Everyone applauded and cheered for Akira and Shushuya.

"Think we overdid the insults?" asked Shushuya.

They looked at each other and said together, "Nah!"

Yakuza Maiden: Well, there you go. Hope enjoyed it!

Shushuya: I was so kick ass, wasn't I?

Kohaku: Yeah, you always were. Way to go on showing that bitch who's boss!

*Shushuya and Kohaku high five each other.*