I cussed as Akaya sent me flying into a box, "Dang it Akaya!" I yelled, throwing a pokeball at him.
"Oh crap!" he muttered as he quickly back stepped away from it. The Pokemon burst open and out came a magikarp.
Akaya blinked as a vein burst on my forehead.
"AHAHAHA! YOU GOT A MAGIKARP!" Akaya began to laugh hysterically, holding his controller in his right hand as his left held his stomach, "THAT'S HILARIOUS!" he roared.
I clenched my fingers around the GameCube controller and looked at the scene with a determined expression. A smirk came to my face as I saw my opportunity come as a flying glowing ball.
As Akaya continued to laugh I crushed the ball with my foot and stood in front of Akaya, "Oi." I called out.
He stopped and looked towards the screen. His eyes widened as he tried to move, "FU-"
I hit the a button and our characters were caught in an animation as my character shot a light arrow at Akaya's brightly dressed captain. Akaya's character flew off screen and the match ended.
I looked smugly at Akaya, "Ha," I said simply, seeing the disbelief on his face.
Akaya held his hands desperately at the screen, "But I was winning! You had 89%! A falcon punch could have-"
I bonked the GameCube controller on his head, "That's why you don't look away from the game," I scolded.
He let out a frustrated yell, "You know what? Let's have a match!" he shouted, dropping the controller and grabbing his tennis racket, "Let's go!"
I chuckled and followed after the poor sport.
I stepped into the curtain door of the ramen shop, hearing a cheerful welcome from a man at the counter.
I sat down and looked towards the man, feeling dumbfounded. I glanced at him, towards the name of the shop, then towards the man, "...Kuwahara Ramen?" I asked in wonder.
The dark skinned man smiled amicably, "That's right, what can I get from you young man?"
I stared at the man again and voiced, "Surely… you are Jackal-senpai's father?"
Immediately his eyes lit up, "You're a friend of Jackal huh? I'm glad, he usually just brings the red haired boy around here. What's your name?"
I coughed into my fist, "That must be Marui-senpai." I looked at him with a small smile, "I'm Kirigaya Mamoru, a first year at Rikkaidai. Jackal-senpai and Marui-senpai have been kind to both me and my friend ever since we've joined the tennis club, Kuwahara-san."
The man smiled even wider, "You're one of the two freshmen who are joining regular practice aren't you? Well it's nice to meet you Mamoru-kun!" he seemed to think about it, "You know what, your first meal is on the house! Pick the one that looks the tastiest Mamoru-kun!"
I gaped and shook my head, "Oh no, I can't make you do that! I have more than enough money to-"
A loud crash interrupted my rambling, making us both look over to a clearly angered female in a traditional kimono and a silent and blank faced man in a neat suit sitting at a table. The woman had knocked off the bowls, utensils, and cups off the table in what looked to be like pure anger. The poor bowls and cups had cracked into clay pieces.
"Yuuko," the man breathed out lowly, but the woman interrupted.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down Ryuta! You know that your family business won't survive if you don't marry me!" the woman shouted, her eyes wide, "You don't have the right to deny my love for you!"
The man glanced around the restaurant. Besides me, there had been quite the amount of people inside enjoying a meal. The man and I made brief eye contact before he looked forward, "Yuuko, this is a private matter that should not be-"
The man stopped as the woman thrust her hand into her purse and pulled a paper out, "I'm demanding that you sign this marriage contract. You don't have a choice," she repeated.
The man seemed to have had enough, "Yuuko," he growled out, "You are aware of my sexual orientation, I cannot fall in love with you."
The whole restaurant shifted in discomfort and I could see Kuwahara-san frown, "Don't worry yourself Mamoru-kun, I'll get that horrible woman out of here."
I noticed that he had sided with the male just as I had. I stopped him by grabbing his shoulder, "I think I could dissolve this situation. Please let me handle this." He began to protest quietly but I gave him a wicked grin, "Think of it as the payment for the ramen." I told him before fixing my hair and appearance and heading off.
The woman was facing away from me but the man clearly saw me approaching. He gave me a curious look as the woman continued to rant towards the man. I gave him a small grin before letting it become a bright and innocent smile, "Ryu-san!" I cheered loudly as I attached myself to the stranger's arm, startling every single person in the restaurant, "There you are! I know I told you that I was gonna meet up with you to explain ourselves to Yuuko-san but my professor held me back to discuss my new art piece." I ranted, pouting at the man with puppy dog eyes, "Will you ever forgive me Ryu-san?"
The man had partway through realized my intentions and gave me an endearing look. He broke out of his stoic mask and mustered up a small and sweet chuckle. His other hand reached out to ruffle my hair and cupped my cheek, "Of course Kyoya-kun," he reassured me in a soft voice.
The woman across from us was incredibly flustered, "Y-you… You're already in a gay relationship?! And with a college student?!" she gaped.
I gasped and pushed my face into the man's arm, "Yadda! Yuuko-san is scaring Kyo-chan!" I cried in the third person.
The man affectionately drew me closer and exuded an aura of protectiveness, "Yuuko," he snarled.
She sputtered before gathering her stuff, "My father will hear about this!" was all she said before she left.
As soon as she had vacated the restaurant I peeled myself away from the man, "Ah geez, what a pain," I muttered loudly, "I got rid of that woman Kuwahara-san!" I called to the man who still stood stunned at the counter.
"You," the man's voice entered my ear.
I turned and yawned, "Yeah?" I drawled lazily.
He bowed his head, "Thank you for your help, I will never forget what you've done for me."
I grinned lazily at him and ran a hand through my black hair, "No problem. She was an annoying son of a bitch anyways,"
Finally, Kuwahara-san let out a huge bout of laughter, "When you said you would take care of that woman, Mamoru-kun, I didn't expect you to act your way out of it,"
I smirked at the dark skinned man, saluting him lazily with two fingers.
The customers began to buzz, discussing what had just happened, still completely shocked.
The man, Ryota, handed both me and Kuwahara-san his card. He told Kuwahara-san that he would pay the cost of the ramen and broken plates in full if he was to send a bill to his workplace. He gave me his card as he promised that if I ever needed favor he would fulfill it to the best of his ability.
When I was helping Kuwahara-san clean up the mess, Jackal-senpai had returned home.
"W-what? Mamoru-kun?!" he asked in shock.
I looked up with half lidded eyes, holding a dustpan half full with broken pieces of clay, "Ah, it's Jackal-senpai," I emotionlessly acknowledged. I bowed my head, "Welcome home."
"Tadaima." he stopped and gave me a look, "Wait that's not right! What are you doing here?!"
"Oh Jackal!" his father called out to him. Jackal turned to his father, still confused, "There was a troublesome customer that Mamoru-kun dealt with and wanted to help clean up the mess the customer left. You've gotten yourself a nice friend!" he laughed to himself as he headed back towards the kitchen.
Jackal looked back towards me and I gave him a thumbs up, "I got your dad to like me."
Jackal groaned and shook his head at my behavior, "Let's get this cleaned up so you can explain what happened to me after."
"Only if we can talk over some ramen." I butted in.
The older teen looked at the mess, to me, then to the back kitchen, "Fine. You deserve it."
Jackal gaped, his hand loosening as he dropped his chopsticks into his bowl, "You acted as a stranger's boyfriend? And that woman believed you?" he was incredibly incredulous.
I spoke over the ramen in my mouth, "Mit bosent berry dard."
Jackal gave me a mildly disgusted look, "Eat, then speak."
I swallowed what was in my mouth before repeating myself, "It wasn't very hard. I just had to give her the illusion of being a really young looking college student and that just happened to coincide with the stereotype of innocent uke." I took a sip a water and sent Jackal a smirk, "In any case, it got her to leave so I would call what happened a success."
Jackal gave me a confused look before laughing a bit.
I raised an eyebrow, "What? What is it senpai?"
He smiled at me kindly, "And here I was worrying that you were too uptight for a kid. Guess Niou was right to say that there's something about you that's more than what meets the eye."
I gave him a surprised look before smiling and laughing with him.
Following this chapter will just be some interactions between the regulars and Mamoru as he continues to practice with them. It's just some fluff stuff. Or is it? Haha.
