MR1/MK1 Chapter Two: Start of a New Life

Suzuko Airport, Friday 1500

Shinju stopped Ryoma from boarding the Myriasmh. "I'm flying this one."

Ryoma frowned but nodded and waited for his other teammates as well as enemies arrive. "Egh, it's the Monkey King."

Atobe doubled over at the nickname. "Wah! How dare you insult ore-sama with such a filthy name as that!" Ryoma shrugged indifferently and was about to speak but he was interrupted.

"But it fits you so well, ne?" Shinju remarked with a devious smile.

"K-Kiryu?" the usually narcissistic teen was silenced when he saw Shinju.

"You two know each other?"

"Saa… how should I put it? Ryu-chan was part of our team a couple years ago with his friend but…" Fuji trailed off and sadly looked at Shinju who was doing his best not to lash out in anger at Atobe. "Saa, I suggest getting out of Shinju's peripheral range before you find yourself face to face with a bright light, Atobe."

The Hyoutei captain did just that and Shinju visibly relaxed. "That STUPID Monkey King was so STUPID that with his STUPID car he RAMMED right into Shiro! I'll kill him!" Shinju growled with a fire in his blood red eyes.

"Now, now, calm down Kiryu," Fuji pacified warily. "Hitsugaya is a touchy subject for him," the usual cheerful brunette told Ryoma.

"And here I thought nothing miffed this guy," the raven haired teen said while pointing at his comrade.

"Atobe does." Shinju stated, speaking the name as if it were venom. He then smirked disturbingly. "Ne, Commander Ayazumi sent us that second Myriasmh last night, right?"

Ryoma nodded and then smirked. "Oh, I see. You want me to give the Monkey King some payback eh? Who else is going to be in there though? I don't want to shake buchou up so much… Kikumaru-sempai can go in my plane (LOL, poor Eiji XD)."

"Hnn, let's decide things."

In Ryoma's Myriasmh: Monkey King, Jiroh, Fuji (Yuuta), Kikumaru, Inui, Kaidoh

In Shinju's Myriasmh: Tezuka, Oishi, Fuji (Syuusuke), Sanada, Yukimura, Kawamura(if he comes)

Shinju nodded and looked around once more. "Hnn, too bad. Kawamura-san didn't let his son go after all. Well, not our problem," the silverette settled himself in his seat and then brought up a video chat with Ryoma. "Yo, don't be too rough on them. After all, Syuu-chan's dear little brother is in your care. He'll kill you if Yuu-chan's hurt."

Ryoma nodded, "Can you bring buchou up here? I want to talk with him for a bit… alone," Shinju raised an eyebrow suggestively. "It's not what you're thinking!"

"How do you know what I'm thinking? Oi, Tezuka! Your girlfriend wants to talk to you~!"

Ryoma widened his eyes. "I'm not a girl! At least get that right!" Shinju snickered before leaving the cockpit.

Not long after, Tezuka entered. "…You never told me you had this secret life."

"It was my life to live, and it was my decision to make this choice. I'm sorry I couldn't say anything, buchou. I really, really wanted to tell you, but… I couldn't. That'd go against the laws of a Pilot. I'm really sorry buchou." Tezuka pinched the bridge of his nose and smiled sincerely at Ryoma. "It's fine. I'm just glad you aren't hurt."

Ryoma blushed slightly at his captain's genuine smile. "Y-Yeah."

"Is that all? You wanted to apologize? You know, there really was no need to."

"It's fine. I wanted to do it. Oh yeah, do you know why the Monkey King and Fuji-sempai were looking at me strangely when I was next to you before?"

Tezuka frowned and shook his head. "I don't know."

Ryoma nodded, even though he knew Tezuka was hiding something. "Bye, buchou."

The brunette began to walk out, but then paused and turned around. "Echizen?"

"Hai?"

Tezuka was about to talk but Shinju came in. "Don't start making out just yet. You can do that when we land."

"KIRYU!" Ryoma yelled as his face went red in both anger and embarrassment. "We were not making out! We're not even going out for that matter!"

Shinju chuckled. "If you say so. I'll allow your boyfriend to stay so you can talk to him the whole way. Just… please lay off of the kissing screens. You can kiss when we get off of the Myriasmhs."

Ryoma frowned, and Tezuka buckled himself into the seat, before glaring vehemently at Shinju. "We are not going out! Besides, how could we? Gay relationships aren't exactly encouraged. How fucked up is that?"

Tezuka looked at Ryoma sternly. "Echizen, language."

"Sorry buchou."

"Wow, you even have a pet name for him. Maybe you should call him Ryo-chan when you two are alone."

Ryoma blushed and then glared at Shinju. "No thanks."

Tezuka almost chuckled and then blinked. "Do you have experience in relationships, Kiryu?"

"Yep, why? You need some advice with Ryoma?" said teen frowned.

"I was just curious," Tezuka murmured.

"With who?" Ryoma questioned the silverette belatedly.

"Not telling," Shinju said and started the Myriasmh. His raven haired junior did the same. "I'll give you three guesses though."

Ryoma hummed as his machine began to twirl around dangerously. "Is it Fuji-sempai? The older one?" the teen asked the calm flying pilot. "You two seem perfect for each other. Smiling and good natured geniuses but can be sadistic, blackmailing people when something precious is hurt or taken away from you."

Shinju chuckled. "No. Haven't you ever heard the saying opposites attract? Besides, Fuji just isn't my type. I like more submissive people, like my boyfriend. Well, he's only submissive when it comes to me, though."

"So it's someone submissive only to you… is it anyone we know?" Ryoma asked via video chat as his Myriasmh spun out of control.

"Hnn, it depends, now… doesn't it? I'd have to tell you who he is to know if you know him or not."

Ryoma frowned and then rolled his eyes when something flashed. "Someone on the plane's calling for me. I'll put him up on the screen."

Click.

"ECHIZEN RYOMA, YOU STOP FLYING CRAZILY THIS INSTANT! I GET… air… sick… on pla…" the screen blacked out as Atobe threw up in a bag.

"Eww, that wasn't something I wanted to watch… oh well. Anymore guesses? You still have two more."

"Is it anyone with us right now? On either of these planes?"

"He's not on the planes, either of them… unless he stowed away, teehee. He's not exactly the type of person to do that though."

"How old is he?"

"Your age," Shinju stated before correcting himself. "Well, looks your age, at least."

Ryoma raised his eyebrow as did Tezuka, but Shinju waved the matter off… clearly stating that the subject should be dropped. "Though to answer your question before Atobe so rudely interrupted, Tezuka does know him.

"Do you know anyone that's my age, buchou? Someone that's 'submissive?'"

Tezuka looked at Ryoma thoughtfully and then blinked in puzzlement. "I do, actually. But… he's dead and Kiryu hinted he was currently going out with someone… so he's impossible."

"You never know. Anything is possible in this world," Shinju sang with a smile and maneuvered the Myriasmh.

"It's true, buchou. In Utsutzushi, Kiryu and I learned magic. I'm pretty sure if magic exists, ghosts can too."

Tezuka looked at Ryoma with doubt but sighed and nodded regretfully before turning back to Shinju. "Is it… Hitsugaya?"

Shinju grinned mischievously. "Bingo!"

"Who is this Hitsugaya person anyway… and give me a real explanation."

"He's a childhood friend of mine… but… that stupid 'Monkey King' killed him. I almost killed Atobe too, now that I think about it…" Shinju said thoughtfully and smiled evilly at the memory while Ryoma shivered involuntarily. "Anyway, he became a shinigami two years ago. We had known each other for a long time, being childhood friends and all."

"I never thought to ask before, but how old are you, Kiryu?"

"Hnn? Sixteen! But, that's just my appearance. On the inside, however…" Shinju's red eyes sharpened. "…I'm giving you too much information. Now, I can sense some Feitocons coming this way Echizen. Get the weapons ready."

Ryoma flipped some switches and nodded while Shinju turned to Tezuka. "Well then Tezuka-san… you finally get to see your dear boyfriend in action."

Tezuka and Ryoma both blushed at the suggestive voice the silverette was using. "We're not going out," Ryoma mumbled softly.

Shinju smirked and mumbled. "Could've fooled me," the silverette flipped a switch and fit a headset onto his head before activating it. "House U, this is MS-1. It seems that some F-Jets are trailing after us. Do we use the E-Tactic?"

"Negative, MS-1. Use the A-Tactic. If it becomes problematic for you, come back to House U immediately."

"Affirmative. MR-1, we use the A-Tactic."

"Thank goodness. I need to relieve some of my stress," Ryoma mumbled albeit softly.

"Meh, you're just frustrated because you aren't with MK-1," Shinju teased.

"Shut up," Ryoma snapped back.

"I can't go any more up than I already am, MR-1," Shinju grinned at his joke.

"Your pilot humor is horrible, MS-1."

Shinju chuckled and his eyes sharpened as a dark creature formed in front of them. The silverette pressed a small yellow button. "This is your pilot speaking. We are being attacked by F-Jets, if you know what those are, but please don't be alarmed in any way. They will be… taken care of immediately."

The residents inside of the plane shivered involuntarily.

"Make sure your seat belts are on and hold on tightly… else you'll end up throwing up your lunch," Shinju put both of his hands back on the steering wheel. "Now, it's time to eradicate some F-Jet Tails."

The plane blasted forward and Shinju maneuvered around the massive shadow creature. "MR-1, watch out behind you. You don't want to become a human shish kebob and fall victim to Syuu's wrath… now do you?"

"Che, heck no," Ryoma uttered almost breathlessly before firing at the second shadow creature, hitting it right on the head. Ryoma smirked at a job well done but narrowed his frustrated golden eyes when the Feitocon reformed. "These aren't regular F-Jets. They're Gakebeis."

Shinju muttered a curse (or two) under his breath and swerved around the Feitocon before switching the jet gun to the fourth level (the highest level being ten). "What are Gakebeis?"

"A Gakebei is a more advanced Feitocon that can regenerate if it's struck in the wrong spot. You have to completely eliminate all traces of it before you're sure you're safe. They're mad annoying things. The true name for a Gakebei is Shadow Bein," Shinju explained and increased the gun power level to seven.

"Die, F-Jet scum," Shinju growled and a bright light entered Tezuka's vision before vanishing as quickly as it came.

Ryoma's Myriasmh pulled up next to Shinju's. "Something's wrong. The Gakebeis aren't here, but they weren't destroyed in the blow."

Shinju turned off the weapons of the plane and bit his lower lip. "Those things are getting smarter. If an F-Jet returns back to House S, it recovers fully. Even if they're on the brink of death, they'll recover just like that. I guess the same rule applies to the Gakebeis."

Ryoma groaned. "Shit, this isn't good. Let's get back to House U before some H-Jets tail after us."

"I'm game with that," Shinju said and lowered the gun level back to zero before increasing the speed level to ten (the highest being twenty). "We have to get back or the commander will scold us."

Ryoma rolled his eyes and the two planes sped forward simultaneously.

Runway of Utsutzushi Academy, Friday 1800

The two planes fastened themselves on a conveyer belt before the passengers climbed out. Atobe fell onto the floor face first, twitching with a traumatized look on his face. Yuuta's face was a sickly green and Fuji immediately ran over to his brother's side to comfort him. Jiroh stumbled out of the Myriasmh unsteadily before falling right back to sleep while Inui walked calmly out of the plane and Kaidoh looked right about ready to write his will.

Oishi ran up to Eiji when the redhead was spinning around deliriously while Sanada and Yukimura just calmly walked out of Shinju's Myriasmh. Tezuka stepped onto the green tiles of the indoor runway and Shinju jumped onto the ground before looking up into a tinted window above them.

"Commander Ayazumi! We're back!"

The tinted glass seemed to rise and a violet haired man jumped onto the green tiles below without a sound. "Ryoma, Shinju, file in," the two students, used to the harsh voice by now, stood up straight. "Thank you for helping with this mission," Ayazumi said shortly and Shinju nodded while Ryoma just shrugged. "I suppose the last one didn't come?"

Shinju nodded and handed a report to the violet haired man. "Kawamura-san's parent disallowed his son to come to the Academy for fear of losing him, most likely. I fear the brute force may be weakened, but it cannot be helped. The strength in the Myriasmhs alone will do much damage."

"Good report, Shinju. Ryoma, where is the former captain's son?"

The black haired teen turned to Tezuka. "Buchou," said brunette stepped forward and Ayazumi sized the young teen up.

"…You seem to be very smart."

"Perhaps not in the ways your world is, but yes… I am intellectual in academics."

Ayazumi nodded approvingly. "You may just make the captain for your family again this year."

"May? Captain?" Tezuka asked questioningly before his hazel eyes glanced at Ryoma briefly.

"Yes. Ryoma, as of now, is the acting captain since Shinju here is too lazy to do work at all."

Shinju smirked. "Working takes up my energy."

The violet haired man closed his teal eyes and spun on his heel. "There is also a friend of yours waiting up there, Shinju. He joined the Academy already, and you know that there is no turning back once that is done."

The red eyed teen froze, his silver hair swaying ever so slightly in the nonexistent wind. A small smile graced his lips. "I see. I'll see to it that he is well informed. Ryoma, show the others around the dorms."

Ryoma looked up from the pen he was playing around with in his boredom. "Sure. Everyone, come this way," the new members followed after Ryoma as the teen brought them to the places where they would be sleeping in.

Viewing platform of Utstzushi Academy, Friday 1820

"Well, well, well… I had a feeling you'd show up here," Shinju said as he leaned against the doorway that led to the highest point of the Academy. "And darn my instincts for being right."

"I just couldn't let you do all of this by yourself. I don't want to see you… hurt…" Toushiro said as a red hue began to color his face.

"Aww, worried about me, are you?" Shinju ruffled his lover's white hair fondly and kissed the pale but red tinted cheek.

"Of course I am."

Shinju smiled lightly and hugged Toushiro close to his body. "But I'm worried about you too. What's going to happen when the Sotaichou finds out you came to this dimension?"

Toushiro gripped the front of Shinju's gray sweater and looked up into the saddened red eyes of his boyfriend. "He won't find out. I cast the freezing time spell you taught me so nothing will happen until I get back."

Shinju trapped Toushiro's hands within his own and pressed his forehead to his boyfriend's. "…Until we get back."

The blue-eyed shinigami almost smiled but refrained from doing so. "Yeah."

Shinju smirked and led his boyfriend out of the viewing platform. "C'mon, let's go!"

Dorms of Utsutzushi Academy, Friday 1830

"Your names are inscribed onto the plates that are nailed to the door."

Fuji chuckled. "So it's two people per room?"

Ryoma nodded. "I don't know how the Commander knew which one of you guys were going to be coming to the Academy… probably something to do with Shinju's percentages."

"Percents?" Inui's glasses glinted and Eiji clung onto Oishi for dear life.

"Yeah, he's kind of like you and Fuji-sempai mixed together… with a tiny bit of buchou since he does have a serious side. He just tends to not use that side as much as he should," Ryoma mused thoughtfully and shrugged. "So go into your rooms for now. There'll be a bell to signal for dinner in about thirty minutes, so unpack and get comfortable."

The tennis regulars nodded and scrambled to find their rooms while dodging each other.

"Hnn, it seems you're with me, buchou."

Tezuka nodded and the two entered the large room. "It's very… big…"

Ryoma sat down on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. "Yeah." Tezuka set his bag onto the floor beside his bed and sat down on the soft furniture. "Ne, buchou… what do you think of Utsutzushi so far?"

"It seems to be a very strict place with lots of rules and restrictions. I wonder how you live here."

Ryoma turned to his brunette captain with wonder. "Was that a joke?"

Tezuka's hazel eyes glanced at his junior with an amused look before the bespectacled captain looked away again. "Perhaps it was."

Ryoma frowned, not liking the answer, but went back to relaxing anyway.

"…Echizen…" said teen looked at his tennis captain again.

"Yeah, buchou?"

"…It will do you good to just call me by my last name while we're here. After all, you're my superior here."

Ryoma frowned before turning his full body to look at his hazel eyed captain. "Buchou will always be buchou, no matter what happens," Tezuka raised an eyebrow. "Buchou isn't just a buchou in tennis. You taught me a lot of things that you have control over. You're kind of like a sensei too," Ryoma joked.

Tezuka feigned offense.

"Haha! You seem to have let your guard down, buchou," Ryoma teased and Tezuka put his stoic mask back on.

"That won't do."

Ryoma frowned. "You shouldn't frown all the time, buchou. You look better if you smile."

Tezuka looked at Ryoma incredulously before coughing embarrassedly. "Thank you… I think…"

Ryoma grinned at Tezuka before looking out the window beside his bed. Tezuka did the same and widened his hazel eyes at the beautiful sight.

The ocean reflected the pinkish orange hue of the setting sun, and strange yet beautiful birds flew toward the bright star. "We're in the middle of the ocean?"

"Mmhmm. You could say something like that. This island is uncharted on any map, so it serves us some good here."

"What about all those codes you used during the attack?" Tezuka asked suddenly and Ryoma turned to him.

"Ah, you'll learn that in class tomorrow, but I guess I'll give you a heads up. F-Jets are Feitocons, which are creatures born from the shadows. Gakebeis are Shadow Beins, stronger than your average Feitocon."

"What about the tactics and houses?"

"The E-Tactic stands for Evasion and the A-Tactic stands for Attack. House U is Utsutzushi's base, here, and House S is the base for Feitocon's."

"Why not use F?"

"Ah, because they're creatures of the Shadows. I don't really know. Commander Ayazumi didn't really elaborate on that," Ryoma shrugged and Tezuka nodded.

"…What about MR-1?"

The black haired teen hummed. "The M stands for Myriasmh, and the R is because it's the first letter of my first name. The one is because I'm the first one assigned to an MR in this generation."

"So Kiryu would be MS-1?"

"Yep."

"Then when he said MK-1… was he talking about me?" Ryoma froze, remembering what Shinju said.

"Meh, you're just frustrated because you're not with MK-1."

The golden eyed teen nodded. "Why is he so hung up on the idea that we're… ahem, dating?"

"I don't know; it's in his nature. He's just a sadistic teenager." Ryoma bluntly stated before a bell rang. "Ah, it's time for dinner. C'mon buchou, let's go."

The brunette nodded and stood up to follow Ryoma out of their room. Tezuka stopped at the doorway and turned to looked at the window. 'I wonder what I'll be learning.'

He was expecting something more advanced than what he learned in school.

He was right.

Except for the fact that advanced meant advanced technologically and not academically.

Everyone is in for a load of surprises! Things aren't what they seem… especially in Utsutzushi! Y'know, I'm always forgetting how to spell that… even though I came up with it. Strange.