Bitter Sweet Rivalry chapter 4

Uh….my head hurts…..wait….

His eyes slowly opened, violet orbs looking around somewhat confused. Asano realized he was sitting at his desk, his face on a book page that was slightly wet.

Wait was I drooling?

He noticed he had a blanket on him hanging loosely on his shoulders.

What time is it?

He sat up slowly, the blanket falling lazily to the floor. His eyes drifted around his table trying to find his phone. He pushed a few loose papers aside finding the device under them, it was turned off.

When he turned the phone back on and got a look at the time,

8:45am,

"I'M LATE!" He shot up from his seat causing it to fall back.

He rushed to his closet yanking down a pair of pants, dress shirt, and his usual jacket that went with his uniform. He paused suddenly wincing, grabbing his hair. His eyes closed trying to bare the sudden pain that was coming to his head. It felt like someone had took a needle and poked him in the head. Scratch that, lots of needles.

His clothing dropped to the floor, he felt light headed, he began to fall back landing on his backside. The floor didn't take kindly to him, hurting his head even more from the impact. True he didn't hit his head but the small bits of pain that hit other parts of his body felt like they were hitting his head directly.

"Dammit…" The strawberry blonde muttered annoyed trying to push himself off the carpeted floor. He quickly failed having fallen back down.

This is all Akabane's fault! If I never would have followed him I would have been fine! I wouldn't be injured! There wouldn't be rumors floating around about me! DAMMIT AKABANE!

"Asano," The boys head shot up suddenly, turning to the door, where his father stood. Dressed in a neat brown suit with a red tie. Even if he was a teacher now, he always dressed so formal.

His father examined his son for a moment, he rushed in kneeling down in front of the boy who was avoiding his father's eyes clearly annoyed. Trying to hide the pain he was enduring.

"Son, what are you-" He paused noting the clothes that had fallen on the floor. They were still on the hangers. His eyes returned to his son, "Asano you need rest. Please, get back in bed. I won't send you to school with a head injury."

Asano couldn't believe what he just heard. His father, HIS FATHER the one who always spoke about his studies being SO important. About education being first in the family, the father who smacked him so hard last year that he injured his face and made him come to school the next day….

THAT DAD was telling him to stay home and rest. Stay home and miss a day of school…

"No way-I'm fine." Asano spoke abruptly. He pushed himself up with every ounce of strength he had (which wasn't much at this point). He stumbled a little but forced himself to stay on his feet.

"How shameful, you speak so highly of education. How could you just suggest something such as that?!" Asano said his violet eyes glaring down at his father.

The man said nothing for a moment, he stood up slowly keeping his eyes on Asano's.

"I'm going to school father. You can't stop me." Asano said sternly, he turned reaching for his clothing, when he did what little strength he had left gave out.

His legs collapsed on him and he tumbled down to the floor.

"Stop being so stubborn Asano. I may have been like that but I've changed. Right now I'm more concerned for your health." His father reached down to help his son up but his hand was quickly slapped away.

The violet eyes where pained, Asano's face was pale, sweat dripping from it. He was clearly in pain, the head pain was affecting him more than he wanted to admit.

"I….don't….need….your…..help…." Asano muttered, trying to hold himself up, barely awake. His father looked at him, a pitted look on the mans face.

For once….for once in so long,

His father's eyes, his misty purple eyes, they held a soft genuine caring look. The look of a father, of a parent.

Asano wasn't sure he'd ever seen this look in his father's eyes. All he ever knew was cold, books, study, study, STUDY, not loving, caring, concerned.

Could you blame him for having trust issues towards his father?

"I said leave me alone!" Asano shouted,

The man sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, brushing back his bangs. He pulled his sleeves up suddenly wrapping his arms around his son who was flaring uncontrollable, slightly punching his father who took the hits as if they were nothing.

Honestly, right now Asano looked like a child. A child who was throwing a fit because he wasn't getting his way.

His father dropped him on the bed, the boy bit his lip trying to contain the scream he wanted to let out. The pain in his head, it began throbbing. It shifted from needles to a hammer.

"Asano, you MUST rest. Honestly, at this rate you'll just end up killing yourself."

But the mans words where to no avail. Asano just wouldn't listen to him.

He'll just keep fighting me, at this rate he won't get any rest. His father thought to himself, holding his chin. The maid could look after him, however he's likely to outsmart her and escape.

The man glanced at his son for a moment who was trying desperately to get off the bed. But his body just wouldn't listen to him. To focused on resting.

I can't stay here either, I'm not to miss to many days or my job could be in jeopardy. ….Asano it quite stubborn…..Perhaps someone of his…...level….would be suitable to look after him...Someone who could outsmart him, or nearly think similar to him.

.I think I know just the person…

" Akabane!"

The redhead paused looking up from his desk. He actually came on time today, of course he immediately noticed the absence of his rival who NEVER missed a day. Karma…( having trouble admitting it to even himself ) was actually a little concerned guy. He felt a little bad, it was partly his fault after all.

He even telephoned his father yesterday, of course using a voice changer over the phone to keep his identity a secret.

"Hello?"

"Your son, Asano, he's badly injured. He took a small blow to the head. He's currently at the hospital, I suggest you get up here, quick."

"AKABANE!" Karma looked up lazily, hardly-not at all impressed by the glaring girl in front of him. Her hair was dark, combed down slightly like Asano's. It draped down to her hips. Her eyes were a deep scarlet. Her skin was pale, and height wise, he was just about Karma's height. If anything slightly shorter. If they stood side by side she would come up to his chin.

She was currently leaning over the desk glaring at Karma, trying to intimidate him. But it wasn't having any effect.

"What" Karma said leaning further back in his chair. His arms around the back of his head, his feet propped up on the desk. Class was over, they were the only two in the room.

"I thought I told you to leave Asano alone." The girl said glaring angrily. Showing her teeth like some kind of animal that was failing to frighten it's prey.

Karma raised his eyebrow, an amused look in his eyes.

"Oh, so your the stalker." Karma said grinning, he quickly ducked his head while a chair flew over his head, crashing into the back wall. It was now in pieces.

Karma sat back up and when he did the girls face was inches from his, glaring. She grabbed Karma's shirt collar, although the redhead was calm.

"Look bastard. This is your LAST warning. If Asano doesn't come tomorrow don't bother coming. I'll make sure every bone in your damn body is broken." Karma rolled his eyes, he reached forward pushing the girl back easily. His grip on the girls shirt collar was tight, causing the students eyes to widen with shock.

"If your trying to threaten me your doing a half as job of it. I'm not scared of empty threats~ besides, what makes you think I can't kick your ass right now?"

Although Karma said that, he knew he wouldn't. Or he couldn't, not unless he wanted to get kicked out. There was no E-class, and he doubted the school would put up with his shit a second time. Once he was out, that was it. And he worked to damn hard to get kicked out so easily because of someone who was just trying to rile him up.

That's what they want. Probably, they know I get into fights, probably trying to just get me angry, kick me out. I'm not stupid.

Karma let go of the girl who was choking dramatically, she fell to the floor, coughing, holding her neck. She looked up at Karma who was leaning over his desk, that mischievous grin on his face.

"It's not an empty threat." Karma was taken aback a little. He expected the girl to run out of the room, calling for her mother. Terrified,. Instead, she rose to her feet, her hands balled into fists. That sharp look in her scarlet eyes.

"Keep fucking with Asano, and you'll see I'm not making empty threats. I'm not scare of you either Akabane." She paused, smiling slowly, Karma raised his eyebrow not sure if he should be amused or confused.

"I mean, it's not like I have anything to live for. So I could care less if you killed me!" The girl said, her hands in front of her. A humorous look on her face that also seemed dark. "But then….you won't do that.." Her voice became lower, more sinister.

Karma stood there just looking at the girl. He couldn't think of what to say.

"You might act tough and all, but your just as focused as staying in A-class as the rest of us. Your stuck. If anything your threats are empty. You can't touch me, if you do, your the one in trouble."

Karma lowered his eyebrows, about to open his mouth and tell this stranger off. About to put her in her place,

But the door suddenly opened,

It was a teacher. He stood in the doorway, he looked at the two students….then around the class.

"What are you two doing in here? Why is that chair broken?" Unsurprisingly, the teacher glanced at Karma.

"Sensei! Thank god you're here. I-I was just coming in to get something when Akabane suddenly attacked me! He threw a chair at me a-and even tried to choke me to death!" She said pointing to her neck.

Karma raised his eyebrows in shock. He never touched her neck, only her caller.

When the hell did she get marks on her neck?! She must have make marks when she was holding her neck before….dammit...she's not as dumb as she looks.

The teacher (unsurprisingly) bought the girls story.

"Akabane is this true?" Karma opened his mouth to explain but was cut off by the girl once again.

"S-sensei keep me away from him. H-he should be put back in E-class! Why did they get rid of it!"

The teacher sighed,

"Karasu-chan please, calm down." He paused shooting Karma a sudden glare. "And you young man. Your lucky you ended up in this class. You are to behave yourself. If something like this happens again I will have to have a discussion with your parents!"

Karma knew it was no point trying to explain. He knew it would only look worse if he did try. That he had no allies here, no friends, everyone including the teachers were his enemies.

"But Sensei he-"

"Karasu-chan I think that's enough. I can't prove that he didn what your implying...please, go to your next class." The girl rolled her eyes dramatically,

She paused at the door, the teachers eyes were on Karma.

She looked at Karma, glaring,

She mouthed some words that Karma could make out perfectly.

Watch your back Akabane.

Once she left the room Karma looked back at the teacher.

"Your lucky. You have someone here to pick you up, I believe it's your father?"

Karma looked at the man in disbelief.

My dad's here? Why would he be here? Since when was he in my life?

"Now run along, before I do decide to punish you." Karma grabbed his bag flinging it over his shoulder before leaving the classroom….

He pushed past some students that were in the hall, walking in the opposite direction as him. He walked down the stairs, he could hear chatter amongst the students that he passed, briefly.

"Did you hear…."

"Akabane and Asano?"

"No way!"

Karma decided to ignore it, he was sure it was nothing.

When he finally pushed open the doors and left the school he saw a limo sitting in front of the school.

It looks like my fathers limo.

The black car that his father's buttler always drove. Karma walked up to it a little skeptical. Something in his gut told him his father wasn't actually here. Or rather, it was too good to be true.

When he paused in front of the limousine the black window began to roll down. To Karma's surprise the chairmen-well ex chairman was looking at him through the vehicle.

"Ah, Akabane. So glad to see you aren't trying to skip." The redhead rolled his amber eyes, his bag hanging over his shoulder casually. The straps wrapped around his fingers.

"What's this about?" Karma said raising his eyebrow,

"Yes, I have a task for you. If your up for it."

Karma gave the man a look.

"What is it?"

~End of Chapter~

Hey guys so happy you all are reading this. It makes me happy, :) ah, wanna say a few things before I close this chapter. First off, sorry it was so short, as well for the OC.

I know some of you are already raging saying OH MY GOD AN OC THE WHOLE STORY IS GONNA BE ABOUT THEM NOW!

No, see, Asano is Karma's rival, but….in time, they won't be well...rivals I guess. Not the way they are now, y'know hating each other. And I can't just let them end up together so easily, see what I'm saying? This OC is just basically an obstacle for Karma and Asano.

Karma and Asano are still the main characters.

Ah...I forgot what else I was going to say….um...er….

Oh yeah, so...funny story (well not for me ;( ) But, yeah because my writing platform kept crashing I decided to look up some Asano x Karma fanfictions. Get a feel on how other people portray these two as a pair and such….

NEVER. DOING. THAT. AGAIN.

So…...so…..so many lemons…...and…...weird stuff…...Seriously in one fanfiction (not naming it) I didn't even get done with the first chapter before Karma starting touching Asano and saying weird things….*shutters* But uh yeah….if there are any good Asano x Karma fanfictions you guys want me to read (that aren't lemons or that weird) let me know!

Don't say The only one because I've already read it. It's AMAZING (go read it if you haven't.)

Hope you guys liked this chapter! Let me know what you think so far and what you wanna see (if anything) from the fanfiction. I'm always aiming to please you guys, the readers.

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