Title: The Evolution of Ryuuzaki Sakuno, by ezylrybbit
Rating: T. Profanity and lots and lots of people seducing each other. XD
Summary: This is a story about girl power, and what a girl can do when she's desperate. RyoSakuOC, not in that order, and where the OC is decidedly male. Do I disappoint?
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chapter two - identity, revealed!!
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She's a pretty girl. Five foot six, standard runway-model figure. Flaunts it, too, stacks a few less-perfect sidekicks around her to make her striking face stand out. The skirt on her uniform is three inches short of the dress code, but no one says anything because her legs are enough of an excuse. Tight ass, but probably from dieting (it's more flab than muscle), and her chest is a C-cup, which makes me wonder if she's either into silicon or not really Japanese. Unhealthy amounts of Covergirl and Maybelline line her eyes because she's worth it, thin bubblegum lipstick on lips that should only be legal in Roppongi. Even the teachers walk around her. She wouldn't need the glowing neon signs on top the hill to flash SLUT through the streets.
I'm a good calculator of personality from appearance, I think, and here's a bitch if I ever see one.
She giggles, brushes past my shoulder when she walks past me in the halls. Fakes a trip two feet later, gives me an excuse to catch her. Rubs her breasts against my arm, coy smile, eyelashes bat. I know her from the Seishun Gakuen yearbook, voted Most Unforgettable Beauty of their year. Tactician Osakada Tomoka, reporting for duty.
"So you're the queen around here?" I ask, because it always pays to be nice to people like her.
"Tomoka-desu~" She flashes me a sweet smile, cutesy cute acts don't fail her, leans over and pecks me on the cheek, "You've saved me, O Handsome Stranger."
I push my glasses down a little, look deep into her eyes and enough to make her start to squirm. Yup, blue contact lenses. Should've expected she wouldn't go for traditional brown, "Takagi Yuuki. At your service." The sidekicks swoon; they're probably formulating rumors already. (I'm not particularly disgusted by her. Girls have used this trick on me before, and it's really more embarrassing for them than it is for me. Instead, I have fun tickling their wild imaginations of devastating romance. It's what makes me the player.)
"Ah, Yuuki-sama, is it?" She says with a little pout. I raise my eyebrows. I can feel her rub her ass against me; she's becoming aroused (awkward, much?); "There's a party tonight. Atobe Keigo's mansion, I'll take you there. Big tennis stars are showing up, they say. Come with me?"
"Sure, I'll go," I shrug. No plans tonight. I'm always up for going out with girls who give me their names two minutes before they start rubbing up against me.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I take the cue, pick her up bridal-style. We must be in some fancy opera. Only I'm a tennis player (not a ballerina) and my arms are still sore from the ranking tournament, and she's fucking heavy. It's at this moment that I catch sight of Ryuu.
"Oi, Ryuu!" I call out. (Maybe he'll save me from this girl.)
"Takagi-senpai?" The boy turns around. He stops abruptly when he sees Tomoka in my arms, and then turns around and walks away without another look in my direction. Help me? Hello?
Tomoka slumps out of my grip, taking care to trail long manicured nails over my chest. "Oh, is that Ryuu? Best watch out. Your Ryuu is a real slut, that's what they all say." Her voice turns cold, and I'm tempted to ask her what her idea of a fake slut could be. "I will see you later then, Prince Yuuki?" She winks at me, saunters off.
I sigh. Those types are the most troublesome.
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Inui Sadaharu is the captain of the Science Bowl team. He doesn't have to look at the door to know that someone's come into the room, and everything about him, from the spiky-black hair on his head down to the casual tennis shoes on his feet, spell out professional efficient professional is absolutely professionally and efficiently professional. He tells me that he's finished data-collection on me the minute that I walk in the door, that I'm going to be directly responsible for all the quantum mechanic free-response-questions he has in his binder, that if I slack off he's going to never let me see a tennis racket ever again. I tell him that I am not a slacker if I don't want to be one, that I have a lot more data on him than he does on me even though I don't really, that if he wants free reign over me I get proxy over Inui Juice, and he says fine-only-if-you-don't-lose and that is the end of that I walk out of the Science Bowl Meeting bearing no scars. I have made a new friend.
(Later, Inui passes me a note in Physics. Practice tournament at his house tomorrow. I pass the note back asking about Osakada Tomoka and Atobe Keigo's party, he responds with the air of a psychiatrist who has just been asked about his problem patients and now everything is set; lights camera action.)
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The party quiets down. Everyone's been reduced from dancing into a low mumbling. Couples are making out on chairs, counter-tops and surfaces that would normally not be subjected to making-out. I have completely lost Osakada Tomoka to some Hyoutei boy with smoldering green eyes, but it's really good-riddance over what-the-hell-I-thought-you-wanted-to-fuck. I walk around, and that's when I spot some Rikkai Dai. I've been waiting to meet some Rikkai Dai.
"Oh look, isn't it the new Seishun baggage?" The silver-haired bastard says, jerking his head in my direction.
"Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?" I snipe back, grab a fruity drink from a wandering cocktail waitress.
The gentlemanly one with purple hair pushes glasses up his nose, "Forgive Niou; he isn't fluent in manners—" Niou snorts and sticks out his tongue "—Takagi-san, correct? Renji told me you were the reigning Hokkaido champion last spring in the high school division."
I try to make my expression neutral. "I was well-received. But I'm afraid I'm no match for the mighty Rikkai Daigaku."
"Ooh, is it going to get interesting around here again?" Niou cuts in before his friend can reply. "What do you say, Yagyuu, do we want him?"
"Do you want me?" I blink.
"He means something sexual," the one called Yagyuu explains before he pats Niou on the shoulder, "I think he's straight, Niou. Let's not prey on younger boys. Fuji Yuuta was enough of a challenge."
Fuji? I back away and decide to leave them to their own devices before I run away and never return. The last words I catch are from Niou, "Well. Didn't stop us from giving Echizen Ryoma a lesson, did it?"
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Luckily, I find Momo and Ryuu together before worse things can happen.
"Why were you hanging around with that Tomoka chick?" Momoshiro asks me, and I notice how Ryuu looks uncomfortable all of a sudden.
I frown, put on my best she-did-it face. "Girl was too troublesome to remove," I say, and I watch Ryuu perk up so I add a little more, "I don't like her very much. She's drunk now, and probably humping some Hyoutei boy. We just came here together." Momo smirks at that. He's about to open his mouth and say something more, but then he suddenly notices something off to his right. Brown hair and pink headbands, followed by a tentative wave, and yes—definitely fanboy-worthy.
"Oh my god, it's Tachibana Ann!" Momoshiro crows, just as Ryuu rolls his eyes and I find an empty seat on the couch. Momoshiro zooms off, and we're left alone.
"So, how is Seishun High, compared to Fukagawa?" Ryuu sits down beside me. There's a can of orange soda in his hand, which he offers to me. I take a gulp.
"Fucking horrible," I say, "I'd rather get cut open by five chainsaws than go back to my old junior high."
"You're cute," he giggles, and I've got to restrain myself. He's…so girly.
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(Okay, before I go on any further, I'd just like to say that I'm and absolutely, one-hundred percent straight. There's no doubt about it. I mean, I don't really care about sexual preference in other people—I'm not a hardcore gay-hater or anything—but when it comes down to it, my sexual desire is limited to those of the female quality. It's just how I work. You know how you can walk into a bakery shop and know exactly what you want to buy, just because it looks right? I'd never pick fruit-flavored icing over jelly-bean buns—it's a fact of life. Not because I hate fruit-flavored icing, just because of my personal preference. That's how it works with sex, too.)
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Ryuu throws his head back, and I get an eyeful of his neck. It's clean and this wonderful cream color and I can't help but lean forward and…
Holy crap.
Ah, what the fuck. It's only a kiss, I reassure myself, with another guy. And the next thing I know I'm wrapped up in his arms and his tongue is licking my lips, hands stroking my back. It feels brilliant, and his mouth is softer than anything I've ever had. Unconsciously (or maybe it was just out of habit), I lifted my hands over his chest, and then I felt his hand over mine, and the clip of a bra strap coming loose…
Hold it. A bra strap? What the hell…?
"You're a girl?" I yelped, wrenching my mouth away from his –ahem, hers– and feeling a little light-headed.
"What, you thought I was a guy?" Ryuu lets out another giggle. "Shit, I guess I do kinda look like a guy, now. I never noticed."
"What's your name?" I asked, realizing that I had never known her name in the first place. I've seriously got to break this nasty habit of kissing people without knowing their names.
She smiled, "If you must. Ryuu's short for Ryuuzaki Sakuno. Doesn't my first name just make you want to throw-up? Pleased to meet you, Takagi Yuuki. You're a great kisser, by the way."
And that's how she left me, sitting on the couch with the look of having been recently whacked in the head by a cooking pot.
But wait. Ryuuzaki…Sakuno?
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Here is a memory. I am still in Fukagawa Chuu, I am a third year, and it's the end of the school festival, after a day of making thirty thousand yen off of a kissing booth. I am tired, I am exhilarated, and I have tennis practice in about an hour.
Crash. Pens and erasers tumble down out of her hands, loose leaf paper drift to the floor.
"W-Wait…" I fumble for her pencils on the ground. The girl crouches down next to me, reaches forward. Our hands brush, and in another minute I know I'm going to turn fire-engine red. "Can I…Can I get your phone number? I mean, I-I…"
"You what?" She blinks.
"I-I…" I lick my lips, plough forward with a grimace. This is going to sound damn cheesy, "I kinda like you, Sakuno-chan."
"Kinda?"
I laugh nervously. "I mean, I'd like to, you know…"
She blinks again, calm. "Go out, you mean?"
I close my mouth, nod once.
"I'm in love with someone else already, you know."
(I feel like an idiot.) "What?" (What? But we kissed. And touched each other and everything. And she's hot. And I'm hot. How can she refuse me?)
"I don't think I'll be able to give up on him any time soon. Hey, I'm sorry I led you on, Takagi-senpai. I was pissed off earlier on and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You're really too cool for me."
My mouth is dry. "W-Who is it?"
"What do you mean, who is it?"
"Who you like."
She smiles (it's such a beautiful smile on that pretty face; beautiful features and smooth long hair and she doesn't wear makeup because she's got nothing to hide).
"It's a secret, ne."
She's picked up all of her pencils now, tosses them back into the case easily. Gathers up paper and curls a small hand around the ring of her notebook (delicate fingernails and beautiful fingers and ink stains on the tips). Stands up, dusts the dirt off her jeans (she has perfect legs and perfect posture and she can probably dance though I'll never get to see). Walks away and doesn't look back.
That was my memory of the single most beautiful girl I've ever met.
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Um. I'm sorry it's a fail update? I'm sorry I took like a year? Thanks for reading! "XD Reviews of all sorts are wonderfulwonderfulwonderful.