Yay! Second Chapter! U
Chapter Two: Rose-X007
Yamashiro…Wakabuki….Yamabuki lingered around Seiyo Girls' for hours, and Amu, intending to be her stalker for an hour or more, stayed as well…secretly.
The pink-haired girl had given her farewells to her classmates, left the classroom, the school entrance, and had even gone all the way home. Then, she had bounded off, ducking behind trees ad trash cans. She had kept her backpack, because in it was her gun, loaded and ready to use.
So that was how she had ended up spending her precious Friday wasting time hiding under a cramped desk just to wait for the moment when Yakashiro…Yoshida…? Yama...da? No, no…it was something with a 'buki'. Oh, kobuki! No…ah…Yamabuki! Waiting for the moment when Yamabuki left!
Finally, when the moon had just risen over the horizon of Tokyo, the girl left her seat in the classroom, rushed down the hallways, clicked open a window lock, and climbed out. Hinamori trailed after her quietly, and chose a faraway window to open so that she would not be noticed. Carefully, she slipped a tree stick through a crack on the top and brought it down so that the lock clicked back into place. Somewhere off to her right, she could sense Wasabi…Yamabuki…doing the same. In the ascending darkness, she could just make out the girl's silhouette gliding towards the low separation wall, and slipping over it. Warily, after waiting a few seconds, Amu followed, copying her predecessor.
Immediately, a catastrophe of a courtyard met her straining eyes and she held back her grunt of frustration as she stepped over bits of debris and noisy trash littered upon the ground. In front of her, that Ya..Yoshida character was getting farther away, her rich curls and earrings disappearing in the velvety dark of night. The pinkette had time to see her gently pick her way through a jagged window before almost yelping in surprise when her foot hit a rubber tire on the ground.
Really? A tire? Boys were so weird…even if they were full out delinquents.
From every which way she looked, all she could see was trash, garbage, rubbish, debris, and junk. (She always won word games with her parents and friends.) Relentlessly, though, she avoided each piece of plastic, glass, or wood until she had finally reached the window where Yamabuki had let herself in. Eyeing the jutting out sharp pieces of the glass, the pinkette carefully elevated herself, then lowered herself inside the hallway of the Yankee school.
The inside was no better than the outside. Food wrappers, shirts, and dirty shoes were on the ground. Even underwear and boxers….she had said it before, hadn't she? Boys were truly weird. The hallway stretched on for miles either way, and the girl tore herself apart trying to decide which one Yamabuki had plodded down.
Amu was about to turn and choose the left path when a voice whispered beside her ear.
"What are you doing here?"
She whirled around, clenching her hands into fists, but two strong ones had already gripped onto her wrists. She was pulled towards someone who was leaning inside from the window she had just come through…and found herself staring into deep green emerald eyes that shimmered and sparkled like the surface of a peaceful lake. But these eyes weren't calm. They seemed to be hiding some evil plot behind them, a brain that was constantly inventing some new kind of mischievous act, and then doing it right away without much further thought. The person pushed her away from him until she had a full view of his face.
His hair was reddish brown, an auburn sort of color and they matched with his eyes perfectly. On his ears were earrings, and his uniform was worn sloppily. Instead of a blazer, he had a hoodie that stayed unzipped, and his uniform shirt's top buttons were unbuttoned; he wore no tie around his shirt collar. He gave her a dashing grin, that said he was serious about her, yet he was just playing with her like any other girl he came across at the same time.
It was Kukai Soma.
"What the…? Let me go!" Amu tried to wrench her hands away from his, but they wouldn't budge. Despite his laidback aura, he was actually very strong.
"Have I caught your heart?" he asked her, cocking his head to one side. That actually made him cute, but the pinkette turned her gaze away.
"I have, haven't I?" he asked, and held onto her tightly. "Is that why you're sneaking in here? To have your first kiss with me?"
"No…" Amu replied helplessly, and said, "So can you please let me go?"
"No can do, lover girl," he said cheerfully in a singsong voice, "any trespasser on Seiyo Boys' ground gets to meet up with the Punisher. Especially girls. Girls, in a nutshell, we find them very annoying. Except the sexy ones...and you," he looked at her, moving his head up and down, "definitely do not fit the bill. Now Utau Hoshina…that's one girl we let hang out with us…"
"Aren't you kind of chatty?" Amu interrupted, tugging at her captor. At her comment, he frowned at her, and jumped through the window. He retightened his hold on her arms, and let her left hand go, keeping her right in his right.
"You're right. I'm bein' too chatty. The Punisher won't be happy about that…so off we go, now."
"I-!"
"No amount of protesting is ever gonna get me to let go of your arm," he cut her off, and turned his face sideways a little to stare at her, "You know that right?"
Amu fought the urge to blush and they started to walk; Hinamori dragged behind him as he nearly tore her arm from its socket each time they rounded a corner. She, in a nutshell (the pinkette found satisfaction in mocking her captor), was very annoyed that she was trailing after this boy so obediently. Normally, she would have kicked and screamed, and punched and hollered…but there was something about the atmosphere of this situation that made her stay silent. Something about the Punisher that she just knew that she had to find out more about. So, deciding wisely to follower her instinct, she plodded quietly after Kukai, who said nothing to her as the hallways they arrived in got darker and darker.
At one point, she thought she heard something from behind one of the doors, and she almost leapt up high into the air…but she suppressed it. The only signal that let anyone know she had been frightened was a slight quiver of her body, but the boy imprisoning her seemed to notice the change in the girl's stillness. In the blackness, she thought she could make out a smirk on his face…which she dearly wanted to slap off. Although, the pinkette, choosing to be wise at the moment, didn't think that would be the most intelligent thing to do.
Suddenly, as if it had come from another world entirely, the next hallway appeared, and it was illuminated with bright light. Amu hid her eyes behind the sleeve of her shirt as she was temporarily blinded, but Kukai seemed unbothered by it. He only walked on, almost making the girl fall onto her butt with his momentum. At the middle of the hall were two boys, standing stock still in front of a door.
They looked with faint interest at Amu, but smirked when they saw that she was with Kukai.
"New girl?" a purple long-haired boy asked the auburn-haired one.
"Naw, she's not my type," Soma answered, waving off his friend's question.
"Well, she's not Ikuto's type either…if you're planning to go in there," a blonde and red-eyed boy said from the other side of the closed doorway. Kukai sighed disgustedly.
"I don't care…I need to see him…this girl was trespassing…I think she was followin' Sachi, or whatever her name is…"
"You mean Saaya?" the Purple Head asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
"You should at least remember the names of the girls you make out with."
"Yeah well…she was a great kisser and all but…"
"You guys make me sick…" Amu sniffed, and Kukai turned to look at her.
"You see why I need to report this girl to Ikuto? She's a total bi…"
"Don't you dare call me what you're about to call me!" Hinamori snapped, and the auburn-haired boy raised any eyebrow to the two boys in front of him.
"Alright," the blondie conceded, and laid his hand on the doorknob, "but prepare to be scarred for a moment."
Amu wondered what he could mean by that, but her understanding was suddenly given to her when the door swung open.
On a couch, a blue-haired boy was sitting casually on a couch while a girl with silver hair was passionately kissing him. She had his arms around his neck, and he was only lightly holding her elbows, as if this were the most natural thing ever. When the door creaked, the girl pulled away from him, her breathing audible in the medium-sized room, and she looked over at the doorway.
"Kiss time is over," Purple Head said, giving the time-out signal.
"Alright then," the girl said simply, and eyed Amu," is she next or something? She isn't your type, Ikuto."
"I agree," the blue-haired boy said, standing up and brushing off the cuffs of his collar. "Who is she?"
Before Kukai could answer, Amu blurted out, "You disgust me!"
Ikuto raised his eyebrows. "Why? We were only kissing. Nothing more. What did you think we were doing?"
The pinkette blushed. "N-nothing!"
"Kukai…why is she here?"
"She's a trespasser…and she's annoying."
"I'd say you were the irritating one," the girl muttered under her breath, and the auburn haired boy jerked his arm away from her.
Before Ikuto could say anything more, a familiar annoying voice pierced the air.
"Kukai-sama!" the rich girl wailed and prepared to fling herself at the paling boy, but she paused and turned abruptly to face Amu.
"Hinamori!?" she said in disbelief. "What are you doing here? Are you trying to steal Kukai away from me!? Are you, huh? Are you!?"
Amu, truthfully, wasn't listening. In the few minutes she had been abducted, this curly-haired, extravagant girl's name had slipped from her mind. Now, she was desperately trying to remember her name. Finally, the pinkette pointed a finger at her.
"Watanabe, right?"
A moment of silence ensued.
The other girl exploded, "NO!"
"Yamashiro?"
"No, it's…"
"Oh, I know, it's Wakabuki."
"No, it's-!"
"Or is it Wasabi…?
"It's-!"
"Yamada? Yoshida?"
Curly Head glared at her coldly. "You know, Himamori…"
"Actually Kabuki, or whatever your friggin' name is, it's Hinamori…"
"…we've spent a nice…well, far from nice actually…five years in the same class together...one in elementary, three in middle school, and now….My Daddy bought the nicest clothes for me…I stood out the MOST in school…so….how…can…you…not…know….my….name!?"
"You know, it'd be a lot easier to remember it if you weren't so irritating all the time…your voice gives me migraines. I'm surprised I've survived these five years…wait, five years?"
"Yeah…remember? You were the totally introverted geek, and I was the most popular…"
"You know…that's not exactly how I remember my early years…"
"I was the best actor, singer, dancer, poet, author, public orator…"
"Okay, now I remember you…Yamabuki, the snob, the most irritating, boy crazy person alive…you are in my…"
"Yes! I was in your history class in grade school, your science, health, P.E., and math in middle school…"
"Actually, I was about to say…you are in my English class right? You sit behind me. Hi, my name's Amu Hinamori, nice to meet you Yoshida-san."
Her words had the desired effect. Yamabuki screeched in rage, and turned to bow to Kukai, then to Ikuto.
"Kukai-sama, Ikuto-sama, I'm sorry, but I will…have to leave now…"
"Yeah...I really don't think that's possible."
Kukai, who had started to laugh behind his arm, paused and paled at the sight of Amu retrieving her gun from her bag. Ikuto himself stumbled back, until he masked his look of surprise with a façade of serenity. Saaya had stopped her departure, staring in horror at her classmate. Without a much further delay, Amu leapt towards the blue-haired boy and brought him down onto the ground, pointing her handgun at his face.
"This is the Rose-X077. Despite its small stature and pretty intricate designs of roses…it's actually very accurate and deadly. I promise you; from this close proximity, I will not miss. Now, all you need to do…is answer me honestly and slowly."
Behind her, she could hear the boys shuffling.
"Move and I press the trigger," she barked, but Ikuto smirked.
"She won't. Go you guys. Get help."
Hinamori felt a prickle of annoyance. Why was it that people always thought she could not pull the trigger of her RX77? She aimed at the ground an inch from the boy's face and shot. The explosion immediately stopped Kukai, Purple Head, and Blondie's progress to the door. Amu continued to focus all her attention on Ikuto.
"You're the leader, aren't you?" she asked, "Along with being the Punisher that is?"
"You're sharp," he smiled, "And how exactly did you find out?"
"The way Yamabuki exaggerated and stressed your name…like you were important…way more important than being someone who inflicts discipline."
"So that whole thing about forgetting her name was to provoke her to give something away?"
"Partially."
"Partially?"
"I actually did forget her name."
For a moment, a shadow of a smile passed over the boy's face but he quickly stifled it.
"And why are you doing this?"
"If I bring down the leader, then I can level up in the police department…"
"What do you mean?" Kukai asked, his voice loud. Amu glanced at him before turning back to her target. The auburn-haired boy was no longer pale, but defiant, even though his friend had a weapon aimed right at his nose.
"I'm Amu Hinamori…teenage police officer…the government allows me to hold the Rose-X077…"
"You talk as if that weapon is special…" Purple Head said, his voice also strengthening.
"…and rare…" Blondie's voice was not as firm, but it still sounded tough enough.
Amu couldn't help it…she started to laugh, softly at first, but then more loudly.
"Why do I talk about it as if it's rare? As if it's special? Because I made it…I made the RX77 with my own hands…people around me didn't think a kid could make something so useful though…so they rejected my suggestion to make more…" the girl added bitterly.
"And why exactly do you want to take me down…besides the reason of gaining a better position in the law enforcement?"
"Because people like you make me sick! Beating people up for no entire reason…kissing girls like they're objects…treating everyone as if they're tools…you make me want to vomit."
"I kiss girls like they're girls…not objects…and they like it, so they hang around me. Watch, I'll show you…"
Ikuto pushed her off him with a jolt of power and held her in his arms. Quickly, he pressed his lips against hers and held them there, holding onto her head so that she couldn't jolt away. Next to her, she could hear Kukai making a strangling sound. But she was well aware of the pumping of her blood up to her face. Finally, shock turning into rage, she took the RoseX and pressed against Ikuto's armpit, digging the barrel into his skin hard. A grunt of pain reached his lips and caused him to part away from her. Amu pulled the trigger.
*gasp* what will happen next? I'm only teasin' you guys...sorry ;D Please Review...because you know you love that box below this chapter!
