Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM
CHAPTER TWO
"KIO'S GRAND ENTRANCE!"
"Ah, it's great to be back," I smirked.
"Kio!" kaa-san growled.
"Well, hello to you too."
Then I got up and stretched as all the pain ebbed away slowly.
"I've missed having control of the body, sooo much," I sighed before turning my attention to sisters as I continued my smug smirking. "And you two are?"
The blonde was the first to speak, "Well, I'm the person who's are gonna put your sorry ass in the ground if you try anything."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yeah, it is." she spat.
"Oh, no!" I put on a scared face, "I'm so scared."
"You got a deathwish, kid?"
My eye started twitching at the last word of her sentence.
"I'm sorry, what did you just call me?"
"A kid. Can you not hear?"
"Oh, so you wanna talk shit." I stepped closer until there was barely two feet of distance between us. "But how good are you at fighting?"
She shoved me back.
"Good enough."
I smirked and thrust my arms out. As the sleeves moved, two black butterfly knives sprang into my hands. I easily flipped them open and closed.
This took me all of seven seconds.
"How many yakuzas have you taken out?" I asked sarcastically as I continued to flip my blades around effortlessly.
The girl took three steps back. "Wh-what's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, now you look scared. I didn't mean to scare you, senpai," I laughed.
"You little maniac!" she yelled.
"Thanks for the compliment."
"I-I'm serious-" her voice wavered, "what does that mean?"
Before I could answer, I started laughing so hard that I had to bend over and clutch my stomach.
"Stop, stop, stop. I'm gonna cry!" Once I finally stopped laughing, I put on a straight face. "It means that I've taken out five yakuza groups single-handedly using nothing but my bare hands and these blades. Oh, and my two pistols," I said, making extra sure to exaggerate my flips.
"You can't be serious," the meek girl spoke up. Unlike her sister, she was still sitting, and her face was unusually pale.
Honestly I had forgoten she was there until just now. Time to have some fun.
I kneeled down next to her and smiled sweetly, "Why, of course I'm serious. I thought I made it very clear that I was serious with my knife flipping, my stories, and obviously the fact that you are in the home of one of the biggest zaibatsu families this side of Japan. But if you want to see the pistols for proof, too, I would be glad to show you."
I put my blades down behind me as Kuro handed me my two pistols. One was a smooth, jet-black color with white kanji that spelled hate on both sides of the gun. The second handgun was white with black kanji symbols for love engraved on both sides of the gun
I heard a swooshing sound to my left and quickly ducked.
Before the knife could gash across my neck, I already had the barrel of my black gun under the older girl's chin, and I had the white gun right between the younger girl's eyes.
"Tch," I clicked my tongue, "so quick to try and kill me? Well, I like your spirit, so why don't I make your end quick?"
I pulled the trigger on both guns, and the violet-haired girl had tears welled in her eyes.
"Bang," I said. No bullets flew from the chambers, neither of the girls dropped dead, only an empty click was heard.
"Oh my god, your faces were priceless." I started laughing again before relieving the blonde girl of the knife she had taken and handing Kuro my guns. I also picked up my second knife. I wanted to make sure the older girl didn't take my head off this time.
At this point, the blonde girl was horrified, and the violet-haired girl was crying.
I looked the crying girl in the eyes, as she wept. "Ssshhhh, it's okay."
She scampered back and looked at me with her teary eyes before her gaze shot to the blades in my hands.
After her gaze lingered on the knives for about ten seconds she looked away and clutched her stomach, looking like she was about to vomit. She seemed to be more focused on the knives than she was on the me, and I couldn't have that.
I inched closer to her, and she kept inching away until her back was pressed to a wall. I smirked as I hid one of the knives back in my sleeve. The second one, however, I slowly twirled. As the ebony blade danced and spun in my hand, the girl's face lost even more color. After flipping the butterfly knife for about a minute, I completed the opening cycle and held the knife in a reverse grip.
"It's a funny thing, don't you think?" I asked, smirking, "How something this small can do such big things."
"Kio, back up," kaa-san ordered.
I looked over my shoulder and saw her face. I smirked and did as I was told, "Alright, alright, but first I have one thing to ask you." I looked the violet-haired girl in the eyes. "Do I look like a normal person to you?"
After saying that I passed out as I once again resigned control to Kiyoshi.
As I sat up I was faced with a crying girl.
"You!" the violet-haired girl screamed as she pointed at me, "You will never be him!" Then she muttered something under her breath that I couldn't make out.
Well . . . that's weird. Not only am I confused, but I feel like I should feel bad for this girl. The hurt in her eyes showed a deep kind of suffering. As her eyes swelled with tears, she balled her hands into fists and repeatedly slammed them down on my chest. There wasn't enough force to hurt me, but seeing the look on her face hurt more than anything I had ever experienced.
"I'm sorry," I whispered in a barely audible voice, "I don't know who you're talking about."
After hearing that, she got up and glared in my direction. She then turned and gave the same look to my mother, "Thank you for your hospitality, but I think I'll be leaving now."
As she left the room her sister turned and slapped me across the face.
"Don't. You. Touch. Young Master!" Kuro snarled as he pulled a pistol from his side and took aim at the girl's head, but before he could fire I held up my hand. Kuro got the signal and, grudgingly, took his finger off of the trigger.
Even as the red dot appeared on her forehead, the girl just gave him the finger. "I don't care what you do to me, but stay away from my sister. She doesn't need any of you crazy people screwing up her life. Especially, you," She pointed in my direction, and, with that, she left my home.
"She's got some nerve showing up and then disrespecting a zaibatsu family," my mother said.
"It's fine; we'll probably never see them again, anyways," I said. "But do either of you know what that girl was talking about when she said I would never be "him"?"
After contemplating for a moment both kaa-san and Kuro gave the same answer: no.
"Young Master, I belive you may look like someone she knew, but this is just speculation."
"Well, I just hope it was nothing too major."
"Kiyoshi, I think we should just put all of this behind us. For now," Kaa-san said. "We have to get you ready for school tomorrow."
I moaned as I hunched my shoulders, "Ugh, I forgot about school, and I just lost about half of the last day off that I had."
"Young Master, school may be more exciting than you realize."
"Oh, really, how?" I rolled my eyes.
Both kaa-san and Kuro looked at each other before turning to me with the creepiest smiles I had ever seen in my life.
"Gunpla Battle," they both spoke in unison.
"Why is Gunpla Battle so important?"
"Gunpla is freedom, and to be able to battle with a model that you built and put your heart and soul into is one of the best feelings in the world," once again, they spoke in unison.
"I think I'm just gonna leave now."
Before I could turn around I was enveloped in a bear-hug by my sister, her alabaster hair swinging past by face before she lifted me off of my feet.
"Kuro, where do you think you're going?" she tilted her head.
"To. . . my. . . room," I managed to gasp out in-between breaths.
"But you need to learn about Gunplaaaa!" she squeezed tighter, and I was sure I could hear a cracking sound.
"L. . . et. . . go!"
"Not until you learn about Gunpla!" she screamed.
I stretched my arm towards Kuro and kaa-san thinking that they would help me, but, instead, they were sitting cross-legged talking like excited school children while gesturing towards two plastic models that were placed by their feet.
My sister squeezed tighter, and I started twitching uncontrollably.
"Oh, I almost forgot," kaa-san spoke up, " can't bear-hug Kiyoshi to death until we've taught him about Gunpla Battle."
When my sister, finally, released me from the bear-hug, and I was able to breathe normally again, I spoke.
"What if I'm not good at Gunpla Battle?"
"Oh, but you will," Kuro said.
"And, how exactly do you know that?"
"Because it's in your blood, Kiyoshi."
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Think, Kiyoshi. Even though you've never, personally, experienced a Gunpla Battle, haven't you ever heard of it and found it fascinating?"
"Not in the slightest," I put it bluntly.
"So cruel!" my three family members cried.
"Don't worry, little brother of mine," my sister called. "You and I are going to stay up all night until you've completed your first Gunpla."
"But I have school tomorrow."
"Screw school! This is Gunpla Battle we're talking about."
I looked to kaa-san and Kuro, expecting them to bring common sense to the crazy mess that is my sister, but, instead, they just nodded their heads in agreement. So much for common sense.
So, I spent the rest of that night learning what kinds of tools to use while building Gunpla. I also learned all of the basics of the Gundam universe. I learned about what types of mobile suits there were, what kind of weapons there were, and what characters my sister liked the best and for what reasons. Despite all of this, though, I never got around to finishing my Gunpla. Or even picking one up for that matter.
When I woke up, I saw my sister, dressed in the female version of our school uniform, staring intently at a Yui Ayakawa magazine. She was full of energy, despite the fact that we had spent the entire night prior discussing everything Gundam.
"Mornin', sleepy head. I was wondering when you would wake up," she spoke from behind the magazine. "We only have about twenty minutes to make it to school."
"WHAT?!" I screamed and looked at the clock. "HOW IS IT ALREADY SIX O'CLOCK?"
"You overslept."
"It's your fault!"
I quickly rushed around my room, and I got dressed in the school's uniform which consisted of a collared, white shirt, a blue tie, white pants, and black dress shoes. I put my white jacket with black lines decorating it over my school shirt. I also chose to nix the tie. I hated those things.
My sister, however, chose to keep the tie, and she had worn black stockings.
When my sister saw me running around frantically, she finally spoke up.
"You, know I'm kidding right?"
By the time she said this, I was halfway down the stairs with my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth, one shoe on with the other in my hand, and my backpack dangling from my shoulder by one strap. After hearing this, though, I fell down the stairs and landed face-first on the floor with my bag falling on my head after the initial impact.
"Are, you, serious?!" I screamed.
"Yup. I changed the time on the clock, so that you'd freak out. Your face was priceless. We still have an hour."
I sighed in relief after hearing that. After I straightened my uniform, I saw Kuro out of the corner of my eye. He, too, was wearing the school uniform with the exeption that he was actually wearing the tie, and his tie was red. The symbol of a third-year student.
"Ready to go, Kiyoshi?" he asked.
"We still have an hour, don't we?" I asked, not aware of why he would want to get to school early.
"Yes," he responded, "but we have to get to the train station to get there, and the train station is twenty minutes away and it takes twentyfive minutes to get to the school."
"You're right," I nodded. "Kaa-san, we'll be leaving."
Before I shut the door I heard her yell 'Have a good day'.
As we made out way to the train station, we made a race out of it. Half of the way to our destination, Megami chose to jump on Kuro's back to make the race easier for her. Unfortunately for me, Kuro didn't notice her weight and ended up leaving me in the dust. By the time I arrived at the train station, the other two were already there, waiting.
"Took you long enough, Kiyoshi," Megami said.
"Cheater."
She just stuck her tongue out at me like a child.
It was a quiet ride to the school building, and, when we got there, we all went our separate ways to find our classrooms.
As I made my way through the hallway to my classroom, I ran into someone.
"Sorry," I said as I looked at the person.
My stomach sank when I saw a violet-haired girl staring back at me.
Author's Notes:
Hello! Yes, I'm back. I am truly sorry for the wait, and I do hope that this chapter didn't suck. I know it isn't long at all, but I'm hoping to make up for that with more frequent updates, since summer is right around the corner, and school ends this week. I hope you guys and gals enjoyed the latest chapter of "Gundam Build Fighters: Unchained". And, for those of you who enjoy my stories, I'd like to gladly say that soon I will be releasing a new Gundam Build Fighters fan fiction. I know some may be thinking 'you can barely keep up the three that you have', but this idea has been festering at the back of my head and I really need to get it out so. . . yeah. Once again, I would like to thank you all for reading my stories. Don't forget to leave feedback (no matter how cruel). I know my grammar must be absolutely horrible, but I hope that you will continue to support me. For now, though, BYE! :)