Glad to see some Togainu no Chi fans out there, but there needs to be MOAR fans who cherish this pair!! Well, here you go- Blood Hounds Playing School Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Nitro+Chiral own TnC

P.S- Lamento fans~~ there shall be some Lamento for ye in this fic (kekeke)

Days pass by and still Akira had no leads to who the Line perpetrator could possibly be. Time was running out. If he could not find any leads by the end of the month, he would be disowned by the organization. The organization was the closest thing to a true family he had since leaving the orphanage. Everything he did, he did for the sake of the organization. Whether it was something menial or life threatening he would comply with no complaints. It was the only thing he could do to make his existence feel real and wanted, otherwise what was the point in living life if you were useless? He hated to be looked down upon, to have his presence not acknowledged. This was why he despised the Student Council President. Just thinking about that obnoxious guy made his blood boil. And he didn't even know his name yet.

Akira's phone suddenly started vibrating in his pocket. He suspected it was his boss calling from the organization. Before answering it, he quickly scampered into the men's restrooms where there was no one present. If anyone became suspicious of Akira's activities, it'd mean trouble. He took out his phone, eyes wary of any passer-bys, and answered it.

"Good day, Lost."

Lost, my code name…

"What is it?" Akira's voice was low, almost glum-sounding.

"Are you aware that you have yet to find anything about our true culprit?"

"I know. Just…just give me a bit more time."

"The deadline is in a few days. If you still haven't found any leads or clues by then, you will be retired. Understand?" Before he could even reply, the line went dead.

Retired…that's the same as being thrown away.

By now, Akira was getting desperate. He needed something to keep him from being discarded by the organization.

Any little information would do. Anything!

One single image flashed into his mind, and it was the image of someone he loathed with all his heart; the one with hair as black as his heart and whose words seethed with venom.

Of all people…hnn…it's not like I have any other choice.

He headed for the Student Council Room which was just around the corner from the men's restroom. The man got there but he had absolutely no desire whatsoever to see that asshole. All he expected to get from him was a bunch of garbage words that bitched about how useless others were. Unfortunately the same guy also knew something about the sinister Line distributions, or so Akira thought. Nonetheless the Student Council president was his only lead to the case, to his dismay.

He knocked on the door as hard as he could with the intention of pissing off the president. Strangely enough, the door didn't open. Instead an unfamiliar voice called for him from within.

"Yes? Come in."

Akira opened the door, slightly disappointed by the plain interior of the room. He was expecting to see some glamorous furniture scattered around, maybe a velvet couch or an ivory mirror somewhere, but what greeted his eyes was a simple-looking meeting room. The room comprised of a single oval-shaped table, hollow in the middle, with a few chairs scattered around it. There were other random things placed in the room like boxes stacked in the corner of the room but that was it.

Sheesh, and here I was thinking that the guy owned a luxurious room fit for a King.

"Hello!" Akira's heart nearly leaped out of his chest from the unexpectedly cheery voice. He turned his head and met eyes with a boy whose hair was tinged with green. Two unusual shapes protruding from the boy's head immediately caught Akira's attention. It almost looked like…cat ears? "Did you need something?"

"Ah, sorry. I was looking for someone but I guess he isn't here."

"Ohh, are you looking for Shiki?" The boy's cat ears perked up.

"Shiki? Who's that?"

"The Council president of course!"

Ohh…so the asshole's name is Shiki. Yeah…I'm not gonna forget that name.

"You must be new to the school if you didn't know his name. I'm the secretary, Konoe. It's always nice to meet new faces."

"Oh, uh…" Akira was dumbfounded by the boy's kindheartedness. He was actually expecting everyone from the Student Council to be evil, manipulative jerks but it seemed that Shiki was the only jerk around here. "I'm Akira. I was recently transferred to this school so I'm not really familiar with things around here, like names or customs."

"Oh?" Konoe smiled broadly as it was his chance to shine. "I can help you! Ask me about anything!"

"Eh? No it's alright really. I can-"

Wait…this is the perfect opportunity to get some information about the school. Konoe doesn't seem like a really 'bright' person so I could probably get away with asking about suspicious drug-related incidents.

He took the chance and asked the secretary. "Well…" started Akira, "There is this one thing that's bothering me. I keep hearing rumours about some illegal drug that's being handed down to students. It's probably not true but…well if anyone could tell me the reliability of those rumours, it'd be you."

Konoe tilted his head, unable to comprehend what the other just said to him. "Excuse me? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing."

"Really?"

That's strange…

The cat-eared boy frowned. "I guess I couldn't help you. But if you really want to know, maybe the president could-"

The conversation was cut short when another presence entered the room, interrupting whatever Konoe was going to say. It was an all-too familiar figure.

Damnit! Why did he have to appear now?! And at such a bad time too!

"Oh, welcome back, pres!"

Without stopping to look at the two, Shiki sauntered into the room and put down the documents he was carrying onto the table and took a seat at the far end of it. He leaned back on his leather chair with feet arrogantly on the table and finally looked at Konoe. "Hmph, you look happy. Did that stupid mutt come by again to pamper you?"

Konoe pouted. "Rai's not a stupid 'mutt', and he doesn't pamper me either."

"Whatever. Did you get those documents signed yet?"

"Oh yes. Here they are!"

Akira glared irately at Shiki, with fury that seemed to seethe from the pores of his skin.

He's totally ignoring me! What a fucking prick!

"Oh yeah," the optimistic secretary gestured towards the ignored man, "Akira wanted to talk to you! He wanted to ask you something about drugs or rumours or something like that."

Oh shit. You did not just…

"Oh?" Shiki put down his feet and hunched over, placing his knotted hands onto the table and grinned sinisterly at his unwelcomed guest. "Akira was it? I'm in no mood to deal with rebels right now so go take that sour face of yours and disappear."

He could feel something snapping from the back of his mind.

Oh my fucking god this guy pisses me off so badly! Smashing his face in wouldn't even be enough to satisfy this rage of mine.

"Hey, that's not very nice."

"Shut it, Konoe. I didn't ask for your opinion." Shiki's teeth glistened.

This arrogant, prideful punk! I swear I'm gonna-

Akira was itching for a fight against one of the most irritating guy he had ever met, but he had to refrain from doing anything that would damage his guise. He needed to focus on the task at hand- to get information about the mysterious Line distributions.

"I'll go once I get my question answered." The undercover exchange student stood up with his back straight and legs apart in order to match Shiki's prideful arrogance, and stared down at the other with eyes that could match his aura of superiority. "It is as Konoe stated before. I have a question regarding the rumours I have heard about concerning illegal drug distributions."

"And?"

I should've known it wasn't going to be easy to get through to that thick skull of his. "And if I don't get an answer, I will question heavily the efficiency of the Student Council. For all I know, you guys could be the ones responsible for the drug distributions…" Then it suddenly clicked into Akira's mind. What if the Student Council, no…what if Shiki was the one responsible for the illegal Line distributions? It would explain his avoiding of the question, plus Shiki was in the perfect position to hide any evidence that would pin the blame on him. It had to be him…In fact, Akira hoped he was the culprit behind the Line incidents.

"For you to believe in such petty rumours…who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?" By now, the president's mood evidently soured. He stood up and rapidly made his way to Akira who, stunned by his sudden movement, began to move towards the door but before he could make another move, Shiki's arms shot forward, limiting the movement of his prey.

Shit. I'm cornered! Was this the end? Was he going to get expelled? No…NO! This cannot end like this. I cannot fail the organization.

Shiki edged his way closer towards the petrified man, ignoring the shocked gasps coming from Konoe's mouth. His face was so close to Akira's that their hairs were touching. "You…I have so much I want to say to you. What makes you think that just because you're some legendary transfer student, you can march into my room expecting answers from me? I admire you for having guts to stand up to me of all people, but even my patience has its limits. Why don't you run back to your helpless friend, hmm? I don't need anymore trouble than I already have."

Akira shook his head boldly. He didn't need to take Shiki's crap. He didn't before and he wasn't going to now. He mumbled under his breath. "You can't tell me what to do."

"What?"

"I said!" The man forcefully shoved his predator off, looking straight into his eyes with unwavering resolve. "You can't tell me what to do! I won't let you order me around! You may think you have complete control over everyone in this school but here's someone you'll never grasp with your hands. No matter what you say or do, I will never acknowledge you!" And with that, Akira pulled the door open behind him and made a dash for it without looking back. He made sure to antagonize the president, Shiki. Sure, his remaining school life was probably going to be hell, but he wasn't going to go down with a fight. A faint smile appeared across his face as he ran out the vicinity.

"Pres? Are you…alright?" Konoe reached out to help Shiki who had his head on the wall, as if something extremely heavy weighed on his mind. He remained unmoved by the secretary's kind gesture, and instead started chuckling under his breath. His shoulders trembled as he continued sniggering uncontrollably, soon becoming entranced with laughter.

"Ahaha, this is rich! What an arrogant fool! To think he's the only one that has ever stood up to me like that! Oh, it makes my heart pound for more. More! I want to speak with him some more! He excites me like no other has ever excited me before! Hahaha! Akira…I want so badly for you to submit to me. I will have you within my grasp…you'll see."

Like always, comments are needed to continue the life of this fic. And Akira needs MOAR love!