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Warnings: Mild to moderate violence, character death, foul language, alternate universe (i.e. kiss canon from both worlds goodbye), angst, drama, and who knows what else.

AN: This story is self-beta'd; so there may be occasional grammatical or spelling errors that crop up every now and then and for those I apologize in advance.

Chapter Two: Afterschool Encounters

Friday, April 16, 1993, Mid-Afternoon
Seishun Gakuen, Tokyo, Japan

Harry had only been attending Seigaku for three weeks and already he wished the school term was over. It wasn't the classes or the homework that was giving him issues though (despite the year he'd missed while attending Hogwarts); it was the other students. The only other freshman that was remotely friendly towards him was Ryoma and the other boy was rarely ever around after he'd joined the school's tennis club. Harry knew he only had himself to blame for the growing animosity from the rest of the students but half of the problem was out of his control; it was not like he could verbally respond to people, after all.

However, he could have made a bigger effort to interact with his peers despite his disability.

Instead, his introverted demeanor, his special privileges (strictly due to his disabilities), said disabilities, and his status as a foreigner had made him even more of an outcast than he'd been during primary school. His immediate peers mostly just avoided him and gossiped about him behind his back whenever they thought he couldn't see or hear him while the majority of the upperclassmen just ignored him completely; which made them fairly easy to ignore. Unfortunately, there were a handful of juniors and seniors that took perverse enjoyment in tormenting him at every available opportunity.

It had all started on back on the morning of the sixth when he'd accidentally knocked over a pair of bikes on the way to class in order to avoid a group of gossiping girls that weren't paying attention to where they were walking. The owners of the bikes had taken immediate offense at both their bikes being scuffed up and Harry's inability to verbally apologize for knocking them down in the first place (they'd ignored his written ones). Ever since then, the two juniors and a few of their friends had reinvented 'Harry Hunting' in their efforts to 'teach him his place'.

Harry could usually avoid the bullies in between classes but it was far harder to hide or escape from them during his lunch break or at the end of the day once they'd learned that he left school after sixth period (the group frequently skived off their committee duties and club activities now just to hunt him down). It would do no good to spend his lunch period in the library either since they'd just ambush him outside of the library once the period was over. He had hoped that they would give up and leave him alone if he just ignored and avoided them but over the course of the past week and a half they'd only grown angrier and far more determined to make him pay.

The one-eyed freshman wasn't afraid of them, he knew the worst they could do was rough him up a bit, but he feared that the moment they actually got their hands on him, he'd fall into a flashback induced panic attack that would draw even more attention to him and invite the rest of the bullies to see him as an easy target. That was something that he most assuredly did not want to have happen. He also didn't want to take the chance that his touch or his blood (if they injured him) would burn or kill them since he didn't know if that ability had been linked to his magic or him personally.

His situation wouldn't have been all that concerning if it wasn't for the fact that he'd become an outcast and a loner in such a short time; since traveling in a group would have made him less of a target in the first place. Being a loner was particularly hazardous in Harry's case since it wasn't exactly possible for him to raise his voice and call for help in the event that he was cornered. The complete lack of friends also meant that there really wasn't anyone who would even bother to go looking for him outside of the teachers (who were themselves rather busy).

The only real advantage that Harry had over those that were attempting to bully him was the fact that he'd spent most of his childhood outwitting bullies. Another potential advantage was his ability to memorize the layout of the school and take note of those hiding places that were easily accessible to one as small as him. That was an ability that had been born out of necessity during his single year at Hogwarts due to the staircases, doors, and the artwork constantly changing on a daily basis. The fact that the school he was now attending was mundane in origin just meant that he had been able to memorize the layout of the entire school by his third day of classes since nothing ever changed.

Unfortunately, Harry's luck would abandon him after his last class on the sixteenth when he found a couple of the bullies waiting for him outside of his classroom. Instinct sent Harry bolting in the opposite direction in an attempt to slip out of the obvious ambush only for him to run right into the bullies' trap when he got cornered in the stairwell by the other four bullies in the group. His attempt to backtrack was then quickly cut off by the two that had been waiting for him outside of his classroom and Harry grimly retreated into the corner on the landing between the staircases.

"Not so cocky now, are you, gaijin?" the leader of the group taunted as the six of them closed ranks around Harry in order to block any escape attempts he might make. "Did you really think that you could get away with disrespecting your betters?"

Harry felt a spark of anger burn through him in response to the almost familiar taunt; his mind overlaying Malfoy's imperious tone overtop of the junior's voice. The idea that someone could be better than him just because they had been born a year or two before him or because they had been born into a 'superior' family always ignited the fierce temper that he had inherited from his mother. Clenching his hands into fists, Harry tucked his chin lower as he allowed the strap of his book bag to slip off of his shoulder before he kicked the bag behind him once it hit the floor so it wouldn't get in his way.

"Oh-ho, boss; the little gaki is so scared he's shaking in his shoes. I bet the little runt will piss his pants and then run crying all the way home to his mommy once we've finished with him," another of the bullies interjected and Harry let a soundless snarl form on his lips as he lifted his head just enough to shoot the group a heated one-eyed glare.

"Well, well, would you look at that; the little gaijin has a bit of fight in him when he's cornered," the shortest of the juniors jeered as he stepped forward and attempted to shove Harry into the wall. Harry twisted away from the older boy's hands and retaliated with a sharp kick to the side of the knee where the kneecap sat over the joint. He was immediately rewarded with a yelp of pain from the bully as the junior dropped to the floor and clutched his knee while rolling back and forth on the ground. "Itai! Itai! Itai!"

"Hideyoshi!" the other bullies chorused in unison as two of them quickly pulled the injured boy from the floor and dragged him out of range of Harry's feet.

"You're going to pay for that, teme," the leader snarled as he came at Harry swinging with his right fist.

Harry twisted back in the other direction and crouched down at the last second so that the senior's punch impacted on the wall behind him instead of on his face where the boy had been aiming and the third year let out a howl of agony as the sound of snapping bones filled the stairwell. The green-eyed freshman then took advantage of the fact that the bigger boy was hovering right over him as he elbowed him in the family jewels as hard as he could before shoving him backwards with his shoulder as he stood up again.

The four uninjured bullies gaped in shock as their leader collapsed to the floor in breathless agony for two full minutes before they all cracked their knuckles in a show of intimidation and advanced on Harry as a group while a now recovered (but still in pain, if the limp he sported was any indication) Hideyoshi moved their fallen leader out of the way. Harry grimly stood his ground and mentally prepared himself for the coming pain as his chances of escaping unharmed just sank to zero. If they had continued to attack him one at a time, he would have easily avoided being hit but he knew full well he didn't stand a chance against multiple opponents.

That didn't mean he just stood there and took said beating though; his feet, fists, knees, and elbows lashed out at his attackers right up until two of them managed to grab hold of his arms. He was immediately forced down onto his knees by the two older boys while a third punched him once in the face (breaking his glasses and giving him a bloody nose) before he began repeatedly kicking Harry in the stomach. While that was happening, the fourth bully upended Harry's book bag and dug through his books and things in search of any cash Harry had on him.

"Che, cheap little bastard doesn't even have any money in here," the bully digging through Harry's things growled in disgust as he threw Harry's things over the stair rail before he joined the trio beating on Harry; fisting his hand in Harry's hair to hold him upright.

"We'll just have to administer a beating a day until he coughs up a daily protection fee then, ne?" the junior kicking Harry responded back as he landed another kick to Harry's abused mid-section; his words setting the entire group to laughing (bar the leader who was still recovering from the blow to his gonads).

Harry never heard the short exchange; he was in too much pain and too wrapped up in his memories due to the way the first blow to his face had set his right eye on fire and the feel of the hand that was now fisted in his hair. His torment probably would have stopped fairly quickly if Harry had been able to beg them to stop or even just acknowledge the blows they were raining on him with a few cries or grunts of pain. Unfortunately, not a single sound would pass through his lips; his continued silence unintentionally goading the upperclassmen to be more brutal in their efforts to make him cry out.

The beating would end abruptly ten minutes after he'd first been ambushed when another senior happened to be drawn towards the ruckus they were causing.

Friday, April 16, 1993, Mid-Afternoon
Seishun Gakuen, Tokyo, Japan

Fifteen year old Inui Sadaharu had been making his way to the weekly meeting of the Executive Committee in charge of organizing the School's Festival activities when a rain of school supplies clattering to the floor at the base of the stairwell leading up to the upper levels of the building caught his attention. A frown crossed his face as he changed directions and made his way to the pile of discarded belongings to pick up one of the notebooks. He then glanced upwards as he picked up the sound of several irritated voices coming from above him.

"Probably of an underclassman being bullied by a group of upperclassmen; ninety-three percent," Sadaharu muttered under his breath as he quickly collected the items littering the floor and tucked them into the book bag that had been amongst them (his eyes noting the name Evans H. written on a number of the class assignments).

He then shouldered the bag alongside of his own as he headed up the stairs to investigate the commotion. His lips compressed together in anger the moment he was far enough up the stairs to get a clear view of the scene playing out on the landing between floors. It only took him a split second to piece together what was happening based upon what he knew of the juniors and seniors involved and what little he had learned about their young victim over the past three weeks of school. A victim that he himself had been observing since he'd spied the boy hiding behind the hedges during lunch and leaving campus early on the first day of term.

"I suggest that the four of you desist immediately before your inevitable suspension and potential expulsion turns into a criminal case because your attack sends that young man to the hospital in critical condition," Sadaharu stated in a matter-of-fact tone that had all six bullies jumping in shock because none of them had noticed his arrival.

"Mind your own business, Inui," Kawano Choutarou, a fellow senior and the leader of the small gang of bullies, rasped from his position on the floor; his hunched over posture, clenched jaw, and irregular rate of breathing a clear indication that he'd recently taken a blow to the crotch. The molted bruising and swelling of his right hand was also indication that several bones in his hand had been broken; the injury undoubtedly the result of his fist impacting the wall when he missed his target.

"Stopping you from causing a fellow student more harm is my business," Sadaharu countered as he calmly reached up to adjust his glasses in a calculated move to show the six bullies that he was not in any way cowed by their presence despite their superior numbers. "I have already sent my companion to notify the nearest staff member and I fully expect an adult to arrive in less than five minutes."

Several muttered curses rang out from the group as the four surrounding the injured freshman released their victim before they collected their injured cohorts and quickly vacated the area. Sadaharu didn't allow himself to relax until he was certain they were well and truly gone; there had only been a forty-six percent chance of them falling for his bluff. Once he was certain they were alone, the fifteen year old carefully approached the fallen freshman in an effort to make himself seem unthreatening.

He needn't have bothered; the boy had passed out from the pain either just before or just after he had intervened. The moment he realized the boy was unconscious, Sadaharu knelt down beside him and carefully checked to make certain that the younger boy was breathing before he checked his heart rate. He grew rather worried when he noted how cold the freshman felt to the touch, how labored and shallow his breaths were, and the erratic tempo of his heartbeat; clear indications that the kid had gone into shock.

Cursing under his breath, Sadaharu hurriedly pocketed the broken glasses he noticed on the floor beside the freshman before he carefully shifted the unconscious boy over onto his back so he could pick him up. The moment he got a clear view of the boy's face, he froze in shock as his eyes locked onto the nasty scar marring the right side of the boy's face.

"The disfiguring scar obtained in what could only be a violent encounter, observed loner behavior indicating a distaste or fear of your peers, and an ability to incapacitate two of your attackers before you were overwhelmed by their greater numbers are all clear indications that you were the victim of repeated bullying in the past," Sadaharu mumbled under his breath as he shook off his surprise and carefully collected the injured boy in his arms.

As he headed back down the stairs with his fragile burden in order to seek medical aide for the boy, he continued to mutter various predictions under his breath, "Probability of this latest assault having a negative mental and emotional impact upon your already damaged psyche; ninety-eight percent. Odds that you will be withdrawn from Seigaku for an extended period of recovery by your parents; eighty-two percent. Likelihood of you requesting a transfer to a new school due to this incident; twenty-five percent if the perpetrators are expelled and seventy-five percent if they are only suspended for a short time as punishment."

Sadaharu was more than a little perturbed when he didn't run into a single adult on his way to the Infirmary; the chances that every single member of the faculty could have been occupied at that exact moment were actually fairly low; maybe around three percent. The fact that they were occupied at the exact moment that the freshman in his arms had been beset upon by six upperclassmen was troubling since there was an eight percent chance that a member of the staff had helped orchestrate the incident. Most people would assume the absence of the staff was merely a coincidence but Sadaharu didn't believe in coincidences.

Grumbling under his breath, the fifteen year old senior used his foot to open the door to the infirmary as he raised his voice to urgently announce, "Nurse, I have an injured freshman here in dire need of immediate assistance!"

"The nurse isn't in at the moment… Inui, is that you?" Oishi Shuichiro, a fellow senior and a member of the tennis club alongside of Sadaharu as well as a friend of his, called out as he poked his head out of the nurse's office in response to Sadaharu's statement. His eyes then zeroed in on the limp form nestled in Sadaharu's arms and immediately went into what Sadaharu privately termed Oishi's Mother Hen Mode as he hurried out of the office and crisply instructed, "Place him on this bed here and tell me what happened."

Sadaharu complied without hesitation, "I stumbled across him being assaulted by a group of juniors and seniors on my way to my weekly meeting with the Festival Committee. I sent them running and immediately brought him here once it became clear he had fallen unconscious and that his body had gone into shock. Aside from the obvious blow to the face, I witnessed one of them repeatedly kicking him in the stomach while three others held him down."

"Chikushou," Oishi breathed under his breath as he deftly unbuttoned the younger boy's uniform jacket and pulled up his shirt and undershirt to reveal a dark purple bruise that was still spreading across the boy's pale stomach; a clear sign that the boy had a significant amount of internal damage and was bleeding internally. His fellow senior immediately rounded on one of the junior's that was also a member of the school's Health Committee and ordered, "Fujimoto-kun, run as fast as you can to the principle's office and inform him that a freshman was attacked and severely injured on campus. Inui, I need you to phone emergency services and request an ambulance; our Infirmary is not capable of treating his injuries and I don't know when the nurse will return."

Sadaharu was moving towards the phone before Oishi had even finished giving him the order.

The next hour and a half passed by in a blur of chaotic fury as Sadaharu repeatedly reported what he had witnessed to several school staff members, the officers that had been sent to investigate the assault, and the emergency personnel that had arrived to transport the injured freshman to the hospital. He had also given the officers and the principle the names and descriptions of all six perpetrators. By the time the freshman, one Evans Harold, had been removed from the campus and the officers had taken their leave, Sadaharu felt exhausted and rung out; as if he'd been swept up in a tornado before being spat out again.

He couldn't even find the energy to mentally review and organize the large amount of data that he'd just collected on the mysterious little first year that he'd been observing since the first day of term.

"Inui-sempai! Do you have any idea what is going on?" Momoshiro Takeshi, a fourteen year old junior who was part of the tennis club, inquired as he, Kaidou Kaoru (another junior), and four of the current freshmen members of the tennis club approached him; the presence of the police and an ambulance on campus had naturally drawn a crowd of spectators.

"Kawano's little gang cornered a freshman immediately after sixth period; he was severely injured enough to warrant immediate hospitalization," Sadaharu replied as he glanced at the four freshmen to observe their reactions to the news; noting the glance that three of the four exchanged while the fourth only frowned, leading him to believe that they already suspected the identity of the victim.

"It was probably Evans; that arrogant jerk has been asking for trouble from day one with his attitude," Horio Satoshi, a rather loud-mouthed freshman wearing a green, orange, and white striped shirt, callously stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. His outburst confirming Sadaharu's earlier belief that they had known or suspected who the victim had been.

"Urusai, Horio," Echizen Ryoma, the freshman tennis prodigy that had knocked Sadaharu from his place on the regular's team during the recent ranking matches, growled in an uncharacteristic show of irritation. "You have no right to judge Evans-san when you know nothing about him."

"Was this Evans guy a friend of yours?" Momoshiro asked with some surprise as he snapped his gaze down to stare at Echizen.

"Iie, he's only been living with us for just over a month now; okaasan took him in as a favor for an old friend," Echizen countered with a shake of his head before he tensed his shoulders and glanced sideways at Sadaharu from beneath his cap. "How serious were his injuries?"

"Nani…!? Evans has been living with you all this time and it doesn't bother you that he still gives you a cold shoulder and practically ignores you?" Horio demanded dramatically as he reared back in shock. "I mean, he won't even talk to you! Or anyone else for that matter, now that I think about it."

"Urusai!" Echizen snapped as he cast a glare at his fellow freshman.

"You can't deny that Evans does treat people rather coldly," Mizuno Katsuo, another of the club's freshmen members, hesitantly pointed out.

"And did it ever occur to you that Evans-san never spoke to anyone because he is incapable of speaking?" Echizen retorted with a scowl. "Did you never notice the way he is constantly writing his replies down in his notebooks when he interacted with the instructors?" The young prodigy then returned his attention back to Sadaharu and repeated his earlier question, "Inui-sempai, will you please tell me how badly Evans-san was injured?"

"Bloody nose, two black eyes, and extensive bruising on his torso indicative of internal bleeding from extensive soft tissue damage," Sadaharu replied when it became obvious that the younger boy was not going to stop asking until he got an answer. "He was unconscious by the time I intervened in the altercation and his body had gone into shock. I suspect that he will be hospitalized for a minimum of one week; possibly longer, if the damage to his internal organs requires surgery to stop the bleeding."

Unsurprisingly, all six of his fellow tennis players blanched upon learning the full extent of the silent boy's injuries. He was a bit caught off guard by the brief flash of chagrin that crossed Echizen's face; as if the rather stand-offish and often arrogant freshman felt guilty over what had happened. A distinct possibility, Sadaharu thought to himself as he recalled what Echizen had said about the other boy being a ward of his family.

"Ano, what did you mean when you said he can't speak?" Kato Kachiro, the last freshman in the group, asked after several minutes of tense silence had passed.

Echizen tensed in response to the question and Sadaharu immediately deduced that the younger boy was feeling rather conflicted about the request to impart sensitive information about the boy his mother had taken in hand. Sadaharu was almost one hundred percent certain that Echizen was going to ignore the invasive question right up until he quietly, if reluctantly, answered his fellow freshman after he'd checked to make sure no one outside of their little group was close enough to hear him.

"Evans-san was kidnapped from his boarding school nearly a year ago by two members of a satanic cult. I don't know why he was chosen or what all they did to him but from what I overheard my parents saying, the people who kidnapped him intended to use him as a sacrifice him in some sick ritual and he lost both his voice and his right eye during the incident. The only other thing I know is that Evans somehow managed to fight back even though he was dying and that he ended up killing his two kidnappers before authorities rescued him."

"Barbaric," Kaidou half hissed under his breath as he moodily glared at nothing while the three less mature freshmen present turned more than a little green after hearing what their fellow freshman had gone through.

"The kid's probably going to be upset with you when he learns you've been sharing that information," Momoshiro murmured once he'd shaken off his own shock at hearing what had been done to the other boy.

"Most likely; he doesn't really like the way everyone gossips about him. I wasn't going to say anything but I'm tired of people saying such nasty things about him behind his back and treating him so badly because of something he has no control over."

Sadaharu didn't miss the way Horio cringed in response to the pointed barb and the bespectacled teen knew there was an eighty-nine percent chance that Echizen had aimed that particular comment at the tactless boy. He upped that to a solid one hundred percent probability when he noticed the pointed look Echizen shot at Horio just a second later.

"Inui-sempai, what happened to the guys that attacked Evans-san?" Kato asked in an effort to dispel the uncomfortable air that had settled over the group in the wake of Echizen's explanation.

"The police are searching for them, if they haven't already found them. At least one of them, possibly two of them, will have needed to visit the hospital themselves in any case."

"Oh… why is that?" Momoshiro drawled curiously as he arched an eyebrow at Sadaharu.

"Evans was able to disable two of his assailants before he was overwhelmed by their numbers. Kawano, at least, will need to have his right hand treated for multiple fractures. I am uncertain to how badly Yamashiro Hideyoshi's knee was damaged but he was limping fairly badly when the group fled after I confronted them."

"Why didn't Evans just run if he was outnumbered six to one?" Kaidou rhetorically demanded as he scowled off in the direction the ambulance had gone when it left the school.

"I suspect he made an attempt to avoid the confrontation but found himself cornered in the stairwell instead. I had observed him giving Kawano's group the slip a few times during lunch over the past two weeks; so I doubt he would have stuck around if he'd had even the slightest chance of slipping away."

"Baka, he could have told me he was having problems with bullies instead of slinking off alone all the time," Echizen complained half-heartedly as he took an indecisive step towards the entrance of the school.

"Oh good, I finally found you guys," Kikumaru Eiji, a playful senior and one of the regulars in the tennis club, crowed as he trotted up to the group and promptly locked Echizen in a headlock. "Ryuzaki-sensei sent me to let you know that practice has been canceled. Oh, and Ochibi-chan, sensei told me to tell you that your otousan called the school about half an hour ago and asked her to pass along a message to you."

"What was the message, sempai?" Echizen asked as he wriggled out of Kikumaru's hold.

"Eeto… oh, I remember now; your otousan said you were supposed to bring something home for supper because your okaasan and your itoko were planning to stay at the hospital until they received news on Hari-kun's condition. Ano, who is Hari-kun? Is he your otouto or something?"

Echizen muttered a few uncomplimentary adjectives under his breath after hearing his father's message before he began trotting towards the tennis club's locker room to grab his things. As he hurried off, he absently he answered Kikumaru's question over his shoulder, "No, Evans-san isn't my otouto; he's five months older than I am and we're not related."

"Who is he then?" Kikumaru asked in confusion as he stared after the fast disappearing freshman. "Oi, where are you going in such a hurry, Ochibi?"

"To the hospital," was the faint reply.

"Evans Harold is a ward his mother took in as a favor for an old friend," Sadaharu answered absently as he adjusted his glasses out of habit. "He is also the freshman that was assaulted earlier this afternoon."

"Honto…?"

"Hai."

"Are they really close then?" Kikumaru wondered as the entire group began moving in Echizen's wake in order to collect their own belongings from the lockers.

"No, they aren't friends. The only time we've ever seen them together is on lab days since Echizen volunteered to be Evans's lab partner in science," Horio replied in a subdued tone that sounded out of place on the normally hyperactive pre-teen. "We didn't even know that Evans was staying with Echizen until today."

"Sou desu ka? Wait, isn't Evans the name of that kid the three of you are always complaining about during practice?"

"Hai," Mizuno and Kato miserably confirmed in stereo. "We were wrong about him. He hasn't been ignoring everyone and giving us the cold shoulder all this time. He didn't speak to anyone because he actually can't speak at all."

"Sounds like the three of you have some serious groveling to do when Evans returns to school," Momoshiro weakly teased in an effort to cheer the trio up.

"If he returns," Sadaharu countered grimly.

"What do you mean? Were his injuries that serious?" Kikumaru asked in shock.

"Potentially, yes; however, I was referring to the distinct possibility that Evans would file for a transfer to a different school because of the attack or withdraw from the public school system entirely out of fear that he will be attacked yet again. It all depends on how shaken the incident leaves him once he regains consciousness and whether or not he is willing to face the inevitable attention he will receive once he returns."

Sadaharu then stopped and turned back to face the three subdued freshmen as he sternly added, "Knowing that, I would highly advise the three of you not to speak of what you now know about Evans's past least the spread of that information causes him further problems."

"Hai, sempai," all three boys quickly replied as they flinched away from Sadaharu in fear.

"Why… what happened to Ochibi-chan's little roomy?" Kikumaru inquired as the group began moving again.

"Phsss, a couple of sick weirdos kidnapped him from his school and attempted to sacrifice him to whatever demon they worshipped," Kaidou hissed irritably before he broke away from the group.

"Is that true?" Kikumaru demanded of Sadaharu in a low tone that had lost all of its usual playfulness.

"That is the bare basics of what we were told had happened; I am sure there is far more to it than that though," Sadaharu replied as he recalled the rather ugly scar that marred Evans's face.

Nothing more was said as the group finally reached the tennis courts and their assigned club slash locker room. Sadaharu was quick to note that there was no sight of either Echizen or Kaidou and their things had already been collected from their assigned cubby holes.

Sadaharu didn't waist any time in following their example; he had a significant amount of data he needed to record while it was still fresh in his mind now that he had had a moment to re-gather his wits.

Translations: Japanese to English

Ano – uh, um, or huh
Baka – idiot
Che – can be interpreted as a grunt of frustration or annoyance
Chigau – can be used to mean wrong, no, or to differ
Chikushou – damn/damn it
Eeto – let me see…
Gaijin – refers to any foreigner
Gaki – brat
Hai – yes
Honto – really
Iie – no
Itai – ouch
Itoko – cousin
Nani – what
Ne – used to solicit agreement or confirmation from the listener similar to using 'isn't it?' or 'right?' in English
Ochibi-chan – Eiji's nickname for Ryoma (means little boy or short boy)
Oi – hey
Okaasan – mother
Otousan – father
Otouto – younger brother
Phsss – the hissing sound that Kaidou frequently makes
Sempai – upperclassmen, predecessor; essentially someone who has studied or been there before you (also sometimes spelled as spelled senpai)
Sensei – teacher/instructor (can also refer to other professional figures such as doctors from what I understand)
Sou desu ka? – Is that right?
Teme – bastard/jerk (rude way of saying you)
Urusai – be quiet/shut up (rude)

10-02-15: Minor edits made to chapter to fix spelling/grammar mistakes and removed unnecessary author's notes.