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Chappie two here!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat in any way…tho I wish I did cry
Chapter Two
Meeting Train Heartnet and Fencing
"So…what's your name?" Sven asked.
"Minatsuki Saya."
"What?"
"Er-just Saya."
"Saya?"
"Yeah."
"That doesn't sound American or anything…"
"I know- my mom was Japanese," Saya said.
"You have a Japanese name?" Eve asked amazed.
"Um…yeah?" She started panicking a little. Was it wrong?
"That's so…COOL!" Rins exploded. "A JAPANESE NAME! WHAT'S IT LIKE??" Saya was a little taken aback at her outburst.
"Um…what?"
"Wow…a Japanese name…" she murmured to herself.
(Well, all their names are American…-ish…like Sven Vollfield and Rinslet Walker and Creed Diskenth…right? Even if they're in Japan…I guess.)
"We'll have to give you a tour around here today," Sven said. Saya smiled.
"Thanks."
A few seconds later, our homeroom teacher, Ms Lunatique Tearju opened the door to begin her class. The groupie sat down at their usual spot, but Saya stayed where she was. She wasn't about to let some lip gloss decked girl take a spot that was never hers to start with.
"Um…new student…wait, do we have a new student?" She said, confused, scanning through a little red booklet. Saya was about to call out, but Rins did it for her.
"OVER THERE!" she said excitedly, pointing dramatically at her.
"Um…yeah," Saya said quietly.
"Oh, okay. I thought so. Would you like to stand and introduce yourself?"
"Um…not really," she murmured to herself, but she stood up anyways.
"Hi…" she said quietly.
"HI!" Rins burst out. This restored a little bit of Saya's confidence.
"Um…I'm Minatsuki Saya. I came from Seattle, USA, and uh…I'm starting my high school year here." She couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Obviously," the lip gloss girl smirked.
At that moment, the door opened again and a brown haired boy walked in. For any other girl, she would have swooned with his glance, fainted at his smile, and just possibly die if he ever talked to her. Saya, however, was a different case. She was taught, by her brother and 8 male cousins, how to refuse a suitor if he came, and just not notice how cute a guy is. Even so, she was a tomboy and learned most of that on her own. She only noticed another boy walk in, look at no one else until he came to Saya's desk, stare at her for a few seconds- causing gasps from every girl in the class, and sit down in the empty seat next to her.
She was probably the first girl to ever make eye contact with Train Heartnet and not blush the slightest. Her four new friends were extremely impressed.
"Okay, thank you Ms. Minatsuki. Um…welcome to a new year in Tokyo, I'm your homeroom teacher, Ms. Tearju. Make yourself at home here, and our students will be happy too show you around."
Rilo wasn't too sure that anyone wanted to do that except for Sven, Eve, Rinslet, and Creed.
"Okay, back to business. The first few days we were learning about the war between Austria and Hungry, and how the shooting led to the World War…"
She droned. On and on and on. It was so desperately dull that Saya couldn't help but resort to drawing aimlessly in the margin of her paper. It was just a basic beginning history lesson. Saya had already learned all of this last year. American Revolution, Civil War, World War, Cold War. It was completely silent, except for the teacher's talking, and that's why Saya jumped out of surprise when Train Heartnet leaned over and said,
"Who are you?" As if she was an alien or something. Saya supposed that she probably did look different from everyone else because she was wearing a red baseball cap, but it didn't get to her. She replied without looking at him once,
"A transfer student. Just came today." She sighed and adjusted her cap. She hadn't let anyone wear it yet other than her friends in Seattle.
"When does this class end-" She began but he cut her off.
"Don't talk," he said…and then completely ignored her. Saya was a bit stunned. Hadn't he just talked to her first? Who was this guy, anyway?
Then it hit her. Something the lip gloss girl said about Train…Heartnet? Popular and cool, she had said. No way. A rich, cool, cocky boy sitting right next to her. Well, she just wasn't going to take it. She ignored him too.
Twenty one minutes later, the saving bell rang, signaling the next class. The teacher said he would be back in a few minutes but that we were dismissed and he took a few papers and files out of the classroom and left. Saya stood up with her bag and started walking, but at that moment, Train crossed her and she bumped into him and fell. Everybody in the room stopped moving.
"Excuse you, shorty," he said to her, a glint in his golden eyes. He took another step and fell.
What Saya had done was out of blind anger. No one ever called her short except for two boys back in Seattle, and she had knocked them out cold. Now that she was flat on her back, she had kicked him in the back of the knees which caused him to collide into a desk. People were staring now. Saya got up and stood over Train like a tower.
"Don't you ever call me short or I will take those words and put them back in your mouth with my fist."
Train side kicked into her ankles and she would have flown backwards had it not been for her three years in gymnastics her mother had made her take when she was small. She arched her back and gracefully flipped upright and recommenced into first position. Left foot forward, right foot back, faced at an 80 degree angle. One hand for block, one for attack.
"Oh, he is so dead," Rins commentated from the back.
"You think we should do something?" Sven asked.
"She can probably handle it- and the teacher's not here," Eve said.
Creed just stayed silent and observed Saya's defense and attack positions.
Train was no longer on the floor. He got up and faced Saya.
"What are you doing?" He spat. Saya stayed silent.
"You look a little stunned…shorty."
Saya lunged and pinned him against the wall—her arm in his neck.
"I wouldn't talk if I were you. I clearly have the advantage here," she said. Train coughed.
"You are dead, Ms. Shor-" he started, but he never really got further than that. Saya had already drawn back her iron fist and would have succeeded in giving Sasuke a bloody face, if Rins hadn't suddenly tackled him out of her grip. Sven and Eve held Saya back by the arms; it was very odd- she might have been small, but her resistance was effective.
"Let me GO!" she yelled before kicking Sven in the shins.
"Oh crud…" he said, before falling.
"Heartnet- YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" And she broke from Eve's grip and tackled Train in the stomach.
"SAYA!"
Saya stopped and gasped.
Creed?
It must have been an odd sight. Sven was helping an ill-looking Eve get up. Rins was flat against the wall trying to avoid getting tackled by Saya. Saya was currently trying to strangle train. Creed had just come over and was standing over the both of them looking quite superior. He leaned over and picked Train up by his collar and raised him up to eye-level. Train narrowed his eyes.
"Don't mess with our little sister," he said, and then let go. He held out a hand to Saya, who took it.
"Erm…thanks," she said quietly. She pulled down her cap to cover her brown eyes and picked up her bag.
The five of them left the classroom together amidst the group of girls muttering and staring.
"Are you okay?" was the first thing Rins asked. Saya rubbed her shoulder.
"Yeah. Um…sorry about the kicking," she said to Sven, who smiled.
"Eh, it was nothing. I'm fine now." Saya smiled, pulled up her cap, and ran violently into something and fell backwards, skidding a foot down the tile floor before stopping. She was pretty light. And who could that someone be but—
"Heartnet," Saya sneered. He stood over her and crossed his arms.
"Get out of my face before I deck you," Saya said with despise. She stood up.
"Don't talk to me, shorty," he said and jabbed her in the forehead with two fingers. She was getting mad.
"You bumped into me you hippo," she snapped.
"Loser."
"Dorkface."
"Midget."
She lunged at Train with a fist drawn back and he smirked. Rins and Eve caught her by the arms before she could punch him.
"A LITTLE HELP HERE, SVEN!" Rins said nervously. Sven swung his arm around Saya's neck.
"Geez, SAYA! OW!" She had kicked him in the knees. She spat at Train.
"PINHEAD!"
"DOORKNOB!"
"POMPOUS!"
"WENCH!"
"PIG!"
"MORON!"
And then, running out of insults, they went back to:
"LOSER!"
"DORKFACE!"
"MIDGET!"
"GAAAAAH! LET ME GO, KIBA! HE IS SO GOING DOWN!" She yelled before dragged away. One of Train's friends had also come out and was dragging him down the hall to class. Their yells echoed down the hall.
"I'M GOING TO RUIN YOUR FACE!"
"BRING IT ON, MIDGET!"
"YOU JUST EARNED YOURSELF A BROKEN LEG YOU HIPPO!"
"AT LEAST I'M NOT A BONEHEAD!"
"YES YOU ARE!"
And sadly, it resorted to this:
"NO I'M NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE!"
"NO I'M NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE!"
"NO I'M NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE!"
"NO I'M NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE!"
"NO I'M NOT!"
"SHUT UP SASUKE! I HOPE YOU GET YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS CUT OUT AND BURNED!"
"Erm, Saya? I think you went too weird on that one."
"Oh. Sorry. WELL I HOPE YOU DIE!"
"I HOPE YOU DIE BEFORE I DIE!"
"I just hate his guts!" Saya said, infuriated. The foursome had managed to drag her away and they were in the gym for P.E.
"I don't think you hate him that much," Rins chirped, receiving a fatal glare from her.
"C'mon. You can chew him out in P.E. today. I hear we're trying out fencing now that we're freshman," Eve said.
A whistle blew and the teacher walked to the center of the gym.
"Okay, class. Please have a seat on the grass. I think since it's the first day, we oughta try fencing. It's a good, healthy sport, and we have all the equipment for two people at a time, so let's give it a go." He took out a plastic trunk and opened it. Inside were two safety-padded white fencing suits, helmets, and long, thin, metal swords.
"Would anyone like to volunteer first? I hear there's a new student joining us…Ms. Minatsuki Saya?" Saya stayed small, but raised a hand and brought it down.
"Oh, there you are. Would you like to have the honor of going first?" He asked her.
No, I'd really rather just stay here, thanks. She thought, but Rins pushed her up.
"What- oh, um…yeah, sure, okay." She stood there, feeling quite odd.
"As for your opponent, you can choose if you want," the teacher said to her.
"Um, no that's okay," Saya said nervously.
"Alright, well, this is your second class, so…who sits by you in your first class? They can be your opponent," he said cheerfully. Saya almost agreed when she was struck by reality of what her first class was.
"Oh, SNAP!" Saya said. She swore, and turned away from the gasping audience. They all knew who sat next to her in History Class.
"Train Heartnet- I sit next to her," he said, coming up to the teacher.
"Aw, man…this is not good," Sven mused.
"Well, she did want to release her anger," Eve commented.
"You're dead," Train sneered as he tied on the top part of the suit.
"Stop talking about yourself, Train-kun," Saya said as she drew on her gloves.
"I took sword lessons when I was little," Train said as he fastened his helmet. Saya swerved her cap backwards and then placed the helmet on her head. She flicked out her sword and smiled.
"My mom owned a kendo dojo in China before she died."
"Oh, so I guess it'll be a fifty/fifty shot," Train smirked.
"Ready when you are, Heartnet," Saya said. He smiled, took out his sword, and bowed.
"Ladies first."
"Then why aren't you going?" Rilo smiled.
"OH! BURRRRRRRRN!" Rins hollered. Everyone looked at her.
"Alright," the teacher began, "now in fencing, the basis is to—"
"We both know how to fence," They said simultaneously; not once looking at the teacher and resuming their glare at each other. The teacher sweatdropped.
"Erm…alright then, HEY!" He dodged just in time. Both of them had already begun to swing as hard as they could muster in each turn; an unpleasant clanging as the swords hit. They both were obviously skilled and swift.
"Tired yet, Train?" Saya smirked as she ducked a swing.
"You wish, Shorty. Your head would be in the corner had I not missed because of your vertically challenged self."
"You little—"
No one really saw what had happened next. There was a small blur of white, a clatter, a small thunk, and Saya was standing behind Train, her sword horizontally against his neck, and both his sword and helmet askew.
Rins let out a long, low whistle.
"Now, that totally beats any action movie." And no one could disagree.