A/N: It took some time, but here it is. The lastet chapter. Now the funs starts. Enjoy! Read 'n Review

Chapter 10: Double Trouble

The least thing Takashi need was a trip back to his school. After three days with Tomoyo, his personality changed…slightly.

Sitting in bench was Takashi himself, his head resting on the bench. He was exhausted from his so boring Algebra class. Learning this subject from a gay teacher was something he always hated, beside the fact that the teacher was gay in all. The subject was hell like this teacher.

He gave out a soft sigh, then rose up from the bench. Placing his hand on his waists, then he took off.

It was recess time and the afternoon was bright because of the sun shining above the campus. There were few clouds floating in the sky, relieving the blue color of the sky. It was a wonder Takashi looked so gloomy.

While he was walking on the path walk to his classroom, he bumped in to a girl with long, jet black hair. Both of them bounced off each other. The girl went out-of-balance and landed on the pavement butt first.

"Ow!" The girl looked up and saw Takashi staring at her. She looked a little shocked to see his face.

"You okay?" Takashi asked. He reached his hand out for the girl.

The girl was in shock and stared at him, but that expression soon changed to anger. Her eyes frowned at him. The jet-black haired girl stood up on her own, dusted her skirt off and stared at Yamazaki.

"Hmph!" she said, raising her chin up and walked passed him.

Takashi watched her go right passed him. He raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

X00X00X

Takashi slid the sliding door open and entered his oh-so-typical classroom. He walked passed Tomoyo and Sakura, who were talking to each other and did not notice him coming. He sat on his seat and sighed.

"Oh, hi, Takashi-kun," Tomoyo said. She was in front of him, smiling happily at him.

Takashi turned his head and looked at Tomoyo. "Oh, Tomoyo..."

"How's your day?" Tomoyo asked.

Yamazaki looked away for a second before he replied. "I have better days," he replied.

Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"Hey, Takashi-cha," a familiar voice said behind Tomoyo.

Tomoyo and Takashi looked behind her back. It was Nakuru, looking as perky as ever.

"Oh Nakuru-cha," Tomoyo said.

Nakuru waved at them and giggled. She leaned in front Takashi. "How are you today, Takashi-cha?"

Takashi narrowed his slit-eyes more when he saw perky Nakuru's face. He stared at the window beside him, trying to ignore her.

Nakuru frowned and pouted.

"Hey come on, answer me!"

"Hey, Yamazaki," a familiar said right behind Nakuru.

All of them turned around to see who it was. Tomoyo was the first to recognize her.

"Oh, Meilin-cha," she said.

Meilin stared straightly at Takashi, who in turn, stared back.

"What do you want?" Takashi asked.

"It's about the dare thing..." she said. "Maybe we could...uh...reconsider..."

Takashi raised an eyebrow at the the blue haired girl.

"Could we just forget the basketball match?" she said. "Let's forget that it ever happened."

He glanced at her. Meilin justlowered her head in shame.

Takashi let out a smirk. "So what do you want me to do?" he asked, trying to make Meilin repeat it.

Meilin sighed and muttered, "I just want to call off the match..."

"What?"

"I want to call...off the match."

Takashi chuckled a little, looking at Meilin pleading at him. Funny thing was, he felt not Meilin his lowly slave. He got no mood for it.

"I thought you said we're going to have a rematch sooner or later," he asked.

Meilin was silent for a second. A sweat bead appeared behind, showing how confused she was, then she blushed. She remembered.

"I--uh... Well..." Meilin was speechless. She didn't how to put it and began to sweat profusely.

She laughed nervously. "Could we... rearrange that?"

Takashi raised an eyebrow at her pleading face. He could see through that saving face of hers and knew someday she would get back at him.

He looked away and said, "Go ahead. Do whatever you like. Don't bother me again."

X00X00X

The long, jet black-haired girl entered to her classroom. She was panting heavily when she entered. Her face gave off a lot of steam seconds after she got in. She touched her chest, feeling the intense beats of her heart.

"What's wrong," a girl said.

She looked slightlyt o her side and a blond-haired girl leaning against theclassroom wall.

"Ana..." sheblurted out to the blond-haired girl.

The blond-haired girl raised an eyebrow, her dark eyes eyes staring at her.

Ana was about five-two inches tall with a lean body structure and mature-looking face. She had beautiful cream-toned skin. She looked more like a maiden, but her eyes did not show any of it. She wore the school's uniform and looked like a fighter.

"What's up with you, Kira?" she asked the black-haired girl in her stern voice..

Kira, with her long jet black-hair, straightened her self.

"Out of my way, jerk!" a girl shouted behind Kira and Ana.

A long black haired girl shoved a wimpy boy to the wall as she stormed in the classroom. She looked like Kira but her dark eyes negated it.

"Oh, Akira," Kira said.

"Oh, sis," Akira said mildly.

"Akira," Ana called.

Akira looked at Ana. Their eyes met and both of them stared at each other's faces.

"What brings you here," Akira said to Ana.

"Yamazaki," replied Ana.

Akira's facial expression instantly changed, hearing Yamazaki's name; her eyes widened.

X00X00X

A few hours had passed, and Class D-146 was having their English class. The class was not what was cranked up to be.

The English class was boring and uninteresting. That was happening now. The teacher was quite slow and grey--not literally, but she was the kind of teacher you could ignore and just sleep on your desk.

Takashi, like all the student in class, leanded over his desk, resting on his hand and looking at the window while the oh-so-boring teacher blabbered about the lesson for this hour. His eyes looks their were about to fall down.

Tomoyo glanced at Takashi while Meilin was dozing off beside her. She then returned takign down notes from the teacher's lectures.

Takashi had gone tired of staring outside the window. It only made him even bored as minutes became hours in his world.

He sighed and turned his head right, glancing at the window. That second, a long line of students appearing and disappearing in the window.

Yamazaki stared at the window of students to kill time. At that same moments, his eyes met with one girl in that line. Takashi's slit-eyes made contact with a blonde-haired girl'sserious, pearl black eyes. That second alarmed Takashi that he sat up straight up while he stared at the girl until the end of the window sill. That lowly, cold stare from that blond girlbothered him. All he could was frown.

X00X00X

It had a long day. The afternoon, as usual, was painted red orange by the sun setting for the night. The climate was cold too likea cubeice setting down, melting, while the wind blows its mist to the air and in the faces of the students walking out of the Seijo High campus.

Takashi stayedthat afternoon, and he was alone in his classroom, nothing but arranged tables and chairs, wiped chalkboard and the rays of the sunset draping down on his face.

The sun's setting rays didn't help much to compensate the chill inside the classroom, but there he was, staring down on his desk, thinking deeply. Soon, he stood up and left the classroom.

Yamazaki went to the locker room to get his stuff. He opened his locker, and to his surprise, he saw anotherletter over his sneakers. He grew quizically as he stared at the letter, raising an eyebrow to add.

"What the hell is this..." he muttered as he took the letter out, opened it and read it.

It said:

Hi, Takashi! How are you today? I'm just writing to you to see if you fine today. I'm sorry if didn't meet today. I have so much work--assignments to take care off, so I didn't have time to check up on you. My annoying teacher wants my assignments done or else... '
So that's it

Regards,
Nakuru-cha

Takashi smirked after reading that short letter. Now he understood why Nakuru wasn't around to annoy him this afternoon. No wonder. Man. She's such an annoying girl.

He folded back and inserted to the envelope, then placed back to his locker and pulls out his sneaker. Can't leave without his Nike sneakers. Grabbing his backpack, he walked out of the building to the school gate.

Yamazaki strolled to the dusty ground to the schoo's main gateway. He was in peace as he walked, looking up the orange-red sky above; the sun in front of him, shining dimly.

He faced front, looking at his way. At the gate, he saw a young girl with long black hair, about an inch shorter than him self, leaning against the gate. It looked like she was waiting for someone. The blinding flash of sun made his sight a blur that he can't get a good picture of she was looking at.

He shaded his eyes from the light with his right hand. His sight got clearer now and noticed that girl, wearing the school's uniform, was staring at him as walked towards her. The girl stared a cold stare at him which troubled him.

Takashi got nearer to her, then she stepped a foot forward and faced him.

"Yamazaki?" she said.

The dark haired boy stood a meter away from her and raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Yeah?" he replied. He gazed at the gril top to bottom and noticed something. "You're the one I bumped in to last time! Now what do you want?"

The girl frowned at him. Her dark eyes shimmered from the shadow of her dark hair. She looked at Takashi, looking like she was stepping up against him.

"We want to talk," she said.

Takashi raised an eyebrow. "Talk about what?"

Suddenly, out-of-nowhere, along black haired girl walked up behind Takashi and another one, a shoulder lengthed, blond haird girl, right beside him. Both of them werewearing the girl'sSeijo High uniform.This alarmed him as the girl closed on him. Now the girls were a meter away from him.

He balled his first at each girl sorrounding him. "What do you want?"

"Come with us," Ana, the blond girl, said.

Takashi was sorrounded by three girls. He could take them on--no problem, but there was something bothering that him. He was curious, so he played along. He walked with the three girls.

There walked to the deserted outdoor of the school; the court Takashi and Meilin once used in a one-on-one game of basketball. The three girls were behind, so he turned around.

"So what do you want," Takashi said. "I have no time for games..."

"Yeah you're right," the other long black haired girl said.

Yamazaki turned his head to the girl. "You got a name?"

"Akira and my friend here is Ana," she replied while her dark eyes stared at his slit-eyes, pointing at the blond haired girl.

"You know about the DeCult, do you?" Ana asked.

Takashi tucked his hands in his pockets and faced Ana, looking like he care nothing about it.

"I've heard about them."

"So you know they have girl friends, right?" she added.

"Sure, I've heard they were as ruthless as those..." Something came in thought as Takashi finishing his sentence. He looked surprised and looked at Ana one more time, then grinned.

He took four steps backward and gazed three girls. His grinned grew wider.

"So, you're those posses those boys have," Takashi said. "You're the DeCult girls, aren't ya?"

Akira grinned. He was right. Ana and her were those girls Yamazaki have mentioned.

"So, you've heard about us," Ana said.

"Yeah." Takashi agreed. "I heard about you girls beating weaklings too, just as your boyfriends--even girls. You can as ruthless as a bull seeing a blood in front of his eyes."

"Grr! What did you say?" Akira snapped, then charges toward Yamazaki with a balled fist along side her head.

Takashi grinned before ducking away from the punch. "Too slow."

"Grr. Darn you!" Akira deliveries another attack; a roundhouse kick to the head.

Takashi was agile enough, dodging the kick effortlessly with smirk on his face, but the girl wouldn't let up. She attacks him again with right hook.

Yamazaki caught the fist in mid-flight. He just smirked at Akira, staring down on her with his sheepish eyes, understood he's going to retaliate.

"You're too slow, girl," he said. "Now take this!" Yamazaki launched a counter-attackl; a huge hit to Akira's gut. The blow hit her squarely to her stomach, stunning her.

"Aak..." she groaned, her arms wrapped around her waist.

Akira grimaced in pain as it surges to her. Yamazaki could only grin as he watches her groaning in pain. Not much he could about.

"Now, who's next..." Before he could even finish his sentence, Ana sucker-punched him on the face and was pulled back from that massive blow.

Yamazaki staggered to recover from that blow, but Ana a step ahead of him. Before he could see it coming, she unloaded a haymaker to hisleft cheekand he got that shot pretty well.

Takashi backed two meters away from them, touching his injured chin. Blood streamed out at the side of that cheek and began wiping it off. He glared at them angrily. He did not expect for them to be this good in fighting.

"Well, you're tougher than I thought," Ana said. "Seems those beating you get from all those fighting is really helping you."

"Hnngghe! That was a good shot," Takashi praised, standing up and faced Ana. "I guess you're something after all."

Ana grinned back at him, placing her right hand on her bent hip, showing some spunk. Akira was right behind her glaring angrily at Takashi. She was on to him.

"You're gonna pay from that hit," Akira said.

Takashi bent his knee slight and raised his arms in front of him, waving his hands back and forth rapidly.

"Well come and get it."

Akira frowned. She then ran toward Takashi, who was waiting for this moment.

"Yaa!" Akira unloaded a fist to Takashi, but he evaded it.

"Nyaa!" She kicked him from the side, but his left arm blocked the kick.

"Cha!" The girls launched another fist to him, yet she missed again.

Out of nowhere, Ana just popped at Takashi's side.

"What the--" He ducked down, avoiding her left hook. It wasn't over yet. After that sneak attack, Akiracaught a opening to attack. She grinned.

"Hyah!" She side-kicked Takashi squarely to the gut, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

"Aaaah!" hecried as he crashed down to the ground. Takashi quickly rose up, touching his abdomen and wincing from the pain.

Akira laughed. "Pay back."

Takashi frowned at her and growled. That teamwork of theirs really caught him off-guard. It was shocking, even for him.

"How about that, Yamazaki?" Akira chuckled.

Takashi sneered at them as he gets to his feet. It's a handicapped match for him. These girl were not ordinary girls, they were good in fighting, and he can't somehow match up his skills with theirs at this moment.

"Now I'm mad," he said.

Ana only grinned at that remark. She was pretty confident that Akira and her self could beat this guy with no seconds flat. Akira was just itching for a fight and couldn't wait to do so.

"Had enough, Yamazaki?" Ana asked Takashi. "There is no way YOU can beat us."

"Pss! Sure, I'm no match," he said, not really meaning it.

Ana grinned at his sarcastic reply. "You're a tough one, aren't cha?"

Akira stepped forward, point a finger at Yamazaki. "And now, YOU'RE going to pay on what you have done to our boyfriends!"

Takash puffed out a laugh. "Is this ALL about? Revenge for your injured loved ones?" He lowered his head down while his right index finger and thumb clasped on his forehead. He then faced them once more.

"Oh this is something," he said.

Akira sneered at Takashi. "You think it was funny? Beating the hell out of my lovely boy?"

Takashi smirked. "The thing is, I do."

"Grr!" Akira growled. "You'll pay for that!"

Yamazaki just grinned... "Sure I will."

Akira darted toward Takashi and Takashi darted too--toward her. They were in a head-on collision with each as their momentum increase

Akira started first. She kick Takashi from the left, but Takashi armblocked it. She launches another attack to the head, but Takashi evaded easily. Takashi counters, sending a fist to her right cheek. Both of them were a brawl before Ana joined in.

The two combatants broke off, then Ana showed with a roundhouse kick to Takashi head. Her skirt flew from the force of her swing, showing off her white pantie underneath. She then chained it with a quickly executed sidekick.

Yamazaki placed his forearms in front of his abdomen, blocking the kick from Ana. Akira was still in the game and punched Takashi squarely to the cheek dead on. He quickly recovers from that hit and punched back, but the shot missed her completely.

Ana swung her body around, sending her heel to Takashi's right cheek. Like in slow-motion, her heel made its impression to his face. The force of that kick knocked him back from his feet, pushing to his left side—THUD! He crashed down to the ground.

Yamazaki grimaced from the pain, wincing. He staggered to get up to his feet, but not enough to see Akira's fist flying toward his face. PAK! Her knuckles were driven to his face, then drove her knee to his gut as quick as that.

"Ahk!" he groaned, feeling the knee in his gut. His left hand tried to grope his abdomen, but Akira wasn't finish with him. She pulled her right arm back behind her ear and unloaded a massive strike to his cheek again more devastating than the last one. It looked Takashi was losing the fight.

He was about to collapse until his right leg did not let him fall. His eyes flashed with anger. Adrenaline coursed through his system, giving a quick surge energy; energy which he used to rise up and haymakered Akria with.

"Ah!" Akira cried as she received the blow from Yamazaki, crashing down the floor and stunned for the moment.

"What the…" Ana was so shocked to see that. It was like it happened in flash—Takashi fought back.

Takashi laughed, his shoulder shaking up and down as he laughed. He raised his head and looked at Ana.

"Do you even think you can beat me that easily?" he quizzed at Ana.

"No way!" Ana exclaimed, stunned to see Takashi grinning at her. She frowned and gritted her teeth in anger. She was determined to beat the hell out of him.

She sprinted toward Takashi with a balled fist beside. "Hyaaaaaaah!" She unloaded the fist toward Takashi. He saw it coming and redirected it upward with his forearm.

"Huh?" In slow-motion, Takashi pulls an arm block to Ana and redirected her offense upward. Her momentum and shock got the better of her as she closed in to Takashi. He then grabbed one of Ana's arms and pulled her over his shoulder. The force sent her flying over Takashi. Not a moment soon, she crashed down the ground, her skirt still flying in the air.

She groaned as her back collided with solid ground, her other arm and legs spread across the ground, not moving an inch, panting. That wasn't enough for him. He raised his fist over his head. He grinned at Ana's wincing face before calling his fist down to her exposed abdomen.

"STOP!" a female voice shouted.

Yamazaki quickly stopped; his fist was about a centimeter away from Ana's abdomen. He looked to the direction where he heard the shout. It was the other long black haired, but had sincere eyes unlike Akira.

"Please stop," she said. "They can't battle anymore…" She was crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks, looking pitiful—not the serious-looking one he saw back at the gate.

Takashi stared at her as he stood up to his feet. He dusted his clothes and walked a meter away from Ana, who was lying on the ground, her chest moved up and down as she panted.

Suddenly, her expression changed to fear. The girl took a step back as Takashi walked toward her. She was trembling in fear; her hands were over mouth.

Takashi stared at her, smiling—not a malicious smile, only a smile. He turned around and walked back to Ana. Akira was still lying on the ground, wincing on her pain.

"That's enough for today," Takashi said, looking down at Ana.

Ana grimaced under Takashi. She was too exhausted and humiliated to face him. She groaned.

"If you didn't have enough, just call me, girl," he said.

Yamazaki took a last look on Ana, then took off, leaving two beat up girls and a crying one in the outdoor court.