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Chapter 4: Power

Orange-yellow light cascaded through the windows as the young freshman strolled down the hall. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the abandoned corridor of the 1st year wing. He stopped abruptly, his arms still locked behind the arc of his neck as the kendo sword aimed for his snapped in half right before impact with his skull.

"You should really watch where you swing that thing, Hyuuga-kun," Zenkichi spoke plainly, his composure unfazed by the sudden attack.

The assailant known as Hyuuga froze, confused and began backing away slowly. "Wh-what did y-you do?" he asked, his curiosity risen to its peak.

Hitoyoshi was known as a normal among normals. He had average grades, did averagely well in sports, there was no outstanding traits about him. Unless you counted that odd hairstyle of his. But at this very moment, he felt somewhat...strange..? Hyuuga didn't have a word to describe him. There was a mysterious air around him that wasn't there before.

"Nothing," Zenkichi replied with a twisted, eerie chuckle.

Hyuuga shuddered at Zenkichi's tone. The way he spoke was…almost the opposite of his usual self.

"Why hasn't those scum been cleared from the Kendo Hall?" he bellowed aggressively, preparing his broken sword for another blow.

"I had requested that they would be removed," he demanded, his voice rising in volume, "Why you are fuckin' training them?!"

Zenkichi remain quiet as his classmate interrogated him. His smiling expression still glued to his face. "Hoho, is that so?" Zenkichi remarked mockingly, his shoulders shrugging in false confusion.

Hyuuga was angered by this. He lunged forward with his sword in hand. Zenkichi then remembered what Shiranui had said to him at lunch.

-000-

"By the way, don't mess with Hyuuga-kun," his best friend spoke muffled in the sound of ravenous eating. "He's a pro when it comes to Kendo."

Zenkichi laid his head on his desk, snoring rudely as he slept. Oddly enough, Shiranui took no notice.

-000-

"Huh," Zenkichi grunted softly, his eyes shadowed from the yellow tint of his hair.

...

Hyuuga laid motionless in the crater of the cracked school floor. His uniform barely concealing the body covered with cuts and bruises, twitching uncontrollably from the horror it just experienced.

The sun began to set as Zenkichi left the school building unscathed.

"Maybe I should have held back a little more," he whispered to himself as he made his way home. "Whatever, I'll come early to fix it tomorrow."

-000-

Zenkichi yawned loudly as tiny tears began to form in his eyes. He had come to school early today to clean up the 'mess' he made from the other day.

To his surprise, there stood yesterday's group of delinquents. Dressed in the traditional kendo uniforms and carrying their kendo swords, they shot evil glances and spat in disgust towards him.

Zenkichi merely shoved their stares aside, keeping his stony expression unreadable to them all.

"We're not gonna lose to that bitch, ya hear!" The leader exclaimed full of confidence as his followers gave a few cheers.

The posse then left, continuing their journey to the Kendo Hall as Zenkichi just stood there, not moving from his single spot.

A couple moments later, he too left, but in the opposite direction.

"Looks like Medaka's got this covered." He spoke as a sour frown grew on his face.

-000-

Upon stepping into the classroom, the odd mix of cooking oil and various spices assaulted Zenkichi's nostrils. Although he should have been used to it by now, the strange group of smells always seemed to surprise him.

"What's on the menu today, Shiranui?" He sighed as he slid open the door, still exhausted from today's 'to do' list.

"Hmm...The usual! ~" She replied gobbling her 18th piece of steak.

Zenkichi's face began to brighten to a full-fledged smile as he sat down beside his gluttonous friend.

"Do you ever stop eating?"He teased playfully, "You know that if you keep eating like that then you're bound to get fat."

Shiranui's mouth stiffened, crumbs sticking to her porcelain-smooth skin, as the donut, she held, hovered barely outside the rim of her 'food-hole'.

"Wi-Will you h-hate me if I become f-fat?"She asked shyly, her eyes staring desperately for confirmation.

'Cute...' He thought to himself as he looked at his best friend, now clinging onto the jacket of his uniform. This made Zenkichi's words stumble with embarrassment, even more than that time with Medaka. He didn't know what to say. Shiranui was acting all strange all of a sudden; more than usual actually.

"N-no, of co-course not!"He retorted, his eyes shifted away from her adorableness. "I-I would… never hate you, Shiranui."

After his response, the two quietly returned to their designated desks, attempting to rid the blush from each other faces.

-000-

"Hah..."Zenkichi sighed deeply, slouching over to water the small potted flower in the Student Council Office.

Apparently, with Medaka's guidance, the group of bullies and Hyuuga now 'cooperating' in the Kendo Hall, and things looked pretty peaceful at Hakoniwa Academy. Although, he always seem to disappear whenever Zenkichi enter the classroom, whatever. Medaka had gone to fulfill more requests from students; every time adding another flower into the office, Shiranui was absent from class, again and Zenkichi had nothing else to do other than to water this tiny plant. After completing his visits to almost all the school clubs, he had decided to explore the school some more.

"You could truly call this a peaceful day...~"He spoke, walking down the hallway, the cheers and shouts of encouragement from the field barely audible through the newly constructed walls. Just as he was about turn a corner, he knocked into someone running down the hall.

"WOAHH!" Zenkichi gasped, his feet rocked forwards until he found himself, face first in black lace, "HUUHHH?"

A large crash sound shook the windows, papers flying all around the air in disarray as Zenkichi was considered the luckiest man on Earth.

"Hohoho, are you enjoying the view?" Asked a mysterious voice as Zenkichi quickly pulled his head out of what was a girl's skirt!

"I-I'm s-sorry!" He begged sincerely, bowing pathetically for forgiveness from the stranger, he bumped into.

"It's alright. Stand up already." The feminine voice spoke confidently as he slowly lifted his head and stood back up.

Soon as everything settled, it was revealed that the voice was a tall, slim girl. With light yellow-green hair stretching to her shoulders, cat-like features and modified uniform, the girl stood her arms crossed as she glanced closely as Zenkichi. A sly smirk slowly grew on her face.

"This is bad." Zenkichi thought to himself as the girl continued to inspect his body, from his head to his toes.

"Are you Hitoyoshi Zenkichi?" His mysterious visitor queried as poked him in the chest.

"Ahh...yes?"He answered unsure of question.

The girl's smirk only grew even larger as she leaned up against him, their faces inches away.

"Nekomi." The girl whispered into Zenkichi's ear, "Nekomi Nabeshima."

Zenkichi stumbled back, mortified by Nabeshima-san's outwardness and took deep breathes to try to calm himself.

Nekomi Nabeshima giggled joyfully at his feeble demeanor, rapidly picking up her entire stack of papers and turning away as she began walking away.

'I wonder if I'll meet her again' Zenkichi thought to himself, as he continued his rounds till it was time to lock up and go home,

'Nah.'


Author Notes: Sry for the slow updates, but come on. There's a new line-up of awesome anime series to watch and their not going to watch themselves. Reviews this chapters are greatly appreciated and thanks to Sora Yuuki Uchilen (My AWESOMELY, NEW Beta-reader) for beta-editing this.

All Hail Maou-Sama, the full-timer at MgRonalds! (⌒.-)=

P.S. This fanfic is needing a new name soooooooo if anyone's got any new ideas... I, 4m350m3n355, DEMAND YOU TELL ME! /Geass Powers Activate/