Took me a long time to write this because I took a little break and I'm rusty. So enjoy. Oh yeah, and I don't own it, I just clone it!
Chapter 3:
It was another seemingly quiet day as the sky was a dull grey and threatened a slight downpour of rain, but nonetheless, students still sat on the ground outside facing the sky dreamily until…
"Honoka-chan!" a classmate yelled across the school yard at her. She looked hurried, and half of her school books trailed behind her. "Honoka, those mean boys are back again!"
"Oh," Honoka said flatly. Wearily, she got up. "Don't worry, I'll deal with them."
Just like brother, she wanted to add out loud. Shirahama Kenichi had left a legacy that would possibly stretch on into the future of being history's strongest disciple. He had mastered almost every martial art fathomable. He knew Muay Thai, Jujitsu, Karate, Chinese Kenpo and was a good swordsman. Now it was up to Honoka to succeed her brother and somehow make it big in her parents' eyes. But how could she do that? At least they knew Honoka was the only person brave enough to ever stand up to the gang of boys that often harassed the weaker pupils at her school.
But now I know a very good move! She thought, clenching her fists determinedly. I spent half of last night practicing it with Miu and Akisame-sensei.
That was another thing. Honoka had thought that she would be flipping Big Boobs around most of the time, but when it really came down to it, Honoka had been…
Flipped over on her back, her head, through a wall, nearly into—a little suspisciously, she thought—Shigure's pot of boiling stew again and she had dodged and slapped away Ma Kensei's hand from her chest countless times.
Miu had commented after, in the bath house with her, that Honoka was actually a very good fighter.
"You aren't as weak as Kenichi first was when he came," she remembered the blonde haired girl saying as she poured a bucket of warm water over Honoka's head. "In fact, you're a month's progress ahead of him."
Shigure, who was washing her mouse Touchuumaru in the palm of her hand across the room added, "You don't run…as fast as…Kenichi used to though."
Then, a little randomly, Shigure and Miu had thrown shurikens at the wall. She only realized later why, when Ma Kensei was sporting a black eye.
Alright, Honoka held her head up high as she turned the corner, I must make everyone proud of me.
"Now remember," a mental picture of Miu wagging her finger at her popped up, "the whole point of a single is to throw your opponent out of balance and take him down without warning. Itai Otoshi is a good example of a basic Jujitsu takedown."
And Honoka had been taken down. Again. And Again. And again.
Meanwhile, a small fragile girl laden with bags cowered weakly in the corner. She had liquid raspberry eyes and platinum curls that covered most of her cheeks and forehead. Her name was Midori Kirasaki. Midori was new, and almost everyone made fun of her hair colour or her eyes, calling her mean names. All she wanted to do, really, was go back to Osaka. But since her parents' divorce, she had been forced to live with her father.
She took the jeering and mocking quietly, not saying a word.
"Hey!"
Midori didn't open her eyes. She just muttered quietly under her breath, wishing she weren't so weak and that she was strong. Strong like…like…
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Let the girl go!"
"Make us!" the trio of trouble-makers turned and glared at Honoka.
Midori knew that girl. She was the tall curvy one, with the hugest boobs ever. Plus she had this short black hair and big innocent brown eyes. Midori wished she was just like her. Someone so brave and plain looking.
"It's just a girl," one of them sniggered. "Check it out."
"She's kinda cute," the other replied. Raising his voice he said audibly, "What do you want, Shirahama?"
"For you to let Midori-san go."
"You think you can stop us? What are you going to do? Smother us with your boobs?"
Honoka stared at them in bewilderment. She stared down at her chest. These? She poked herself and wondered if she had become the one thing she hated most in the world: well-endowed.
"These aren't big," she said, turning her back to them and sweat-dropping, she muttered under her breath something about being biggish.
"What a weirdo," everyone in the other corner sweat-dropped as well.
"…"
"Yo, Big Boobs," one of them said cockily, "we're talking to you!"
For a few seconds, Midori really thought that her saviour was going to run away. But instead, Honoka quivered—no, she quaked—and the loose stones around her seemed to levitate. There was a giant, red vein pulsing regularly on the back of her head.
"N-n-never—" Honoka's voice broke as she turned around and everyone recoiled. She looked like a demon child as smoke literally came out of her nostrils, "—call my—" she grabbed one of the boys' arms and thrust her foot out. With the element of surprise, he lost his balance immediately and it was only a matter of upper arm strength as Honoka swept him off his feet, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him down. There was a resilient thud as he landed and groaned loudly. "—boobs big."
There was a shocked silence.
The two boys ran away and Honoka was left to help Midori into an upward position.
"Are you okay?" Honoka asked concernedly.
Midori looked down and her face couldn't be seen.
"You."
"Eh?" Honoka asked.
"I w-want," Midori's voice rose as she said these last few words. She hugged Honoka tightly around her waist, "to be just LIKE YOU!"
"What?"
"That was so cool, they way you came in and you saved me. And you were so strong when you used that awesome jujitsu move on him and the rest ran away!" Midori blurted, "I want to be just like you and rescue people like you just did because I'm new and I know how it feels please, please, oh, please," Midori bowed, "please let me be your disciple!"
"What?" now it wasn't of confusion, but pure indignation. "But all I know is Itai Otoshi!"
"Teach me that move, oneesan!" Midori enthused. "I want to help you fight these boys when their brothers come for revenge!"
"Revenge?" Honoka's heart sank.
"Yes. Don't you know the Ustuuki brothers are yakuza?"
"Yakuza? Nobody told me they were yakuza!" Honoka cried, clutching her throat, imagining one of them cutting her head off for taking down their little brother. I shall surely die!
Then, for some reason, the 14 year old her fought its internal bonds and tears filled her eyes as she climbed up the wired fence, dropped on the other side and broke into a clean sprint.
"I DON'T WANNA FIGHT YAKUZAAAAAAA!"
"ONEESAN! Oneesan come BACK!"
Sakaki Shio cracked open another beer and passed it down the line. Shigure took one for herself and Touchuumaru.
"So, what do you think of our new disciple so far?" he asked gruffly.
The other masters that were sitting with him on the lip of the school building all hummed their approval. Sakaki smiled and sipped his beer.
"Her jujitsu is coming along very well," Akisame observed keenly.
"She's…got talent."
"I think she'll be a fun edition," Ma Kensei agreed.
"Apa."
"Although, we'll have to come to terms with the fact that she may be a Dou martial artist, unlike Kenichi," Akisame commented, "so our teaching methods will have to change dramatically. Elder and Miu may have to become actively involved in more of her training as Miu is an experienced Dou fighter who manages to supress her…violent tendencies."
"Apa."
Miu silently watched Honoka run down the street crying loudly whilst her new friend Midori followed, shouting, "School isn't over, oneesan! Come back!"
"It's nice to make a new friend," Miu smiled, swinging her legs over the edge with a bottle of mineral water in her hand. "And start a new adventure."
Sakaki shrugged, "Now who wants to bet she leaves in the first five hours?"
The word betting struck a chord with Miu. She snapped out of her reverie.
"Instead of gambling money, Sakaki," she got up and glared at all the masters, "you should be getting jobs! Get up! Now!" she conjured up a broom from nowhere and shooed them all away from the setting sun and horizon. "Let's make money!"
Haha. Hope you liked. Next up we will finally see Natsu! Yaay!