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RECAP
Takami Chie is an eleven year old genius who turns Namimori Middle upside down the moment she enters the school. She, along with her classmates Hibari and Ryohei, wreck havoc as they beat up a bunch of thugs, create a Disciplinary Committee, defeat a rival middle school, and throw the rules of Sports Day out the window. But there's much more to come as Chie continues fights her way to the top of the food chain of Namimori Middle, making allies and enemies and maybe breaking some things along the way.
Who are these people?
Takami Chie-Our tsundere main character. First Year Class Preseident.
Yu Haruna- Third Year Class President.
Ganehiro Kaname- Third Year Vice President.
Ajino and Kai- Second Year President and Vice President, respectively.
Yamada, Shiba, Wakamori- Thugs that were under Kusakabe, and was enrolled into Namimori Middle by Chie in order to be part of the new Disciplinary Committee.
Takami Takeshi- Chie's older brother by a year.
Takami Kei- Chie's older half brother by two years.
Takami Chizuru- Chie's mother.
Takami ?- Chie's father. Whereabouts unknown.
Karinushi Akito- Chizuru's second husband, Chie and Takeshi's step father and Kei's real father.
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"I QUIT!"
"Manager-san, no!"
Passing students glance at each other at the commotion coming from the abandoned clubroom, but took not heed. It was no longer surprising that the Namimori Boxing Club scared away another manager. The door was yanked open and a jersey-wearing boy was about to flee the room before getting tackled down by several half naked boys.
"Manager-san, don't go! We need you!" As disturbing as it was, seeing a bunch of burly looking teens beg on their knees, with their ass crack visible to the world to see, many found the scene tiring.
It was the third time this week.
No one except the boxing club members themselves knew what the managers went through only to quit in a matter of days. Luckily the boxing club was rather popular with the girls in the beginning-for they thought they get free eye candy in exchange for a few chores—so they had freshmen girls lining up at their door to become their manager. Most quickly got frightened away by the rumors that spread about the workload and the permanent smell of sweat that followed the girls who entered the clubroom. After the girls were the boys, not strong enough to join the club, but still wanting to participate in their favorite sport. But even they did not have the will to continue after realizing that they will be in charge of laundering the club members boxing shorts and wiping down the ring and gloves every 3 days.
The boxing club members got more dramatic with every quitting manager. Some even cried.
But alas, their last manager left them in his dust, and they were once again, manager-less. The head of the boxing club was freshmen Sasagawa Ryohei, for he was the one who created the shabby club the moment he entered the school. He huffed, disappointed in his latest investment. Why did all the managers run away? They weren't even the ones getting punched in the ring! What wimps, he thought.
A member turned to Ryohei, tearing glistening in his eyes.
"What do we do, Sasagawa-san? That was the last manager candidate on our list! Everyone else withdrew their applications . . ." He sniffled. Ryohei beamed, confident that he is in good favor of the Boxing God (the same way Yamamoto believes in a Baseball God I suppose).
"Don't worry, someone will turn up!" Ryohei exclaimed. The rest of the club, encouraged by Ryohei's positivity, lit up.
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"Did you hear anything I just said?"
Ryohei was still, sitting across Chie, Haruna, and Megane as they ate their lunch on the roof. His arm was frozen halfway between his bento and mouth, chopsticks in hand. Just a few meters away, Hibari was watching over the schoolyard for any trouble like the good Disciplinary Chairman he was. Haruna and Megane were solemnly looking at the ground, letting Chie grill the truth into Ryohei, they themselves not having the heart to do so. "You know that you need a manager to be an official sports team in this school, right?"
Ryohei didn't reply. Chie nibbled on her baby carrot, finding the boxing club's situation unsurprising. Well, Ryohei was the one running it after all. He can barely orchestrate a 10-minute science experiment without making a gas pipe explode.
"It means that nationwide competitions won't recognize you as representatives of Namimori Middle School, and most likely not allow your so called 'team' compete." Chie continued. She idly wondered if she could steal the wonton in Ryohei's bento without him noticing.
"Can't . . . compete?" Ryohei slowly choked out. His chopsticks wobbled out of his hand and Haruna, with her quick reflexes, caught them midair before they fell to the floor and dirtied. She wiped them with her bento hanky for extra measure before placing it on Ryohei's untouched bento. Chie, who was sitting on the ledge before the roof railing, jabbed Ryohei's knee with her foot.
"That's what I just said, dumbass, don't make me repeat myself." Ryohei continued to stare blankly at fence Chie and Megane were leaning against. Haruna fretted, uncomfortable with the quickly dimming situation.
"I-I'm sure you'll be able to find someone, Ryohei-kun! Why don't you ask some of your friends?" Ryohei blinked out of his stupor. Haruna suddenly felt a shiver and she spared a sideway glance at Chie. WHY IS CHIE-CHAN GLARING AT ME?!
"Oh, good idea!" Ryohei exclaimed. He then swerved his head towards Chie who turned her head towards Megane, who in turn started whistling as if he did not hear a thing. Hibari was long gone and Chie looked ready to bolt. Haruna slipped on a weary smile. Oh. . . I see, Ryohei doesn't really have that many friends . . . "Chie, you're my friend, right?"
"No I'm not." Chie quickly rebuffed, looking everywhere except Ryohei's hope filled eyes. Ryohei's puppy eyes must have level upped for Megane was slowly starting to crawl away, bento in hand.
"B-but, Chie! We've known each other since the first day of school!" Chie finally faced him, giving him a dead panned expression.
"You punched me on the first day of school, you twat." Ryohei pouted.
"But I didn't know you were going to be my friend." Does this mean you punch strangers until you get to know them?!
Haruna and Chie pinched their temples in an attempt to delay the oncoming headache. (Who caught the habit from who is unknown.) Trying to understand Ryohei's train of thought required one to think like a Neanderthal, and Haruna and Chie were way too ahead to able to go back to relying on their primal thought process.
"I'm busy anyway. I have Freshmen President duties in the morning and afternoons." Chie huffed. Haruna quickly jumped in, raising a hand like an eager know-it-all in a history class.
"Me too! Er, Senior President duties, that is. And Megane-kun too, so I don't think we'll be able to help you." Chie blinked, and raised two fingers before Ryohei could open his mouth to reply.
"Hands off Kyouya and Tetsuya also, they have Disciplinary Committee duties to commit to." The more names they listed off, the more crestfallen Ryohei looked. Haruna couldn't help but feel guilty. He really does not have many friends . . . and he's so passionate about this club too . . . Haruna clapped, once again trying to revitalize the mood.
"Why don't we make 'wanted' posters? I can sneak you into the staff room to freeload off their printer!" Ryohei's eyes suddenly sparkled and he fisted the air. Chie rolled her eyes. What a simpleminded oaf . . .
"Yes! That—that's a . . . that's a . . ." Haruna quirked her head.
"Spectacular idea?" He gave her a blank look.
"It means great, you imbecile." Chie quipped. Ryohei grinned, seaweed stuck between his teeth exposed. Chie grimaced and quickly scooched away from Ryohei. Gross. It was probably going to fly when he starts yelling again.
"Yeah! It's a specta. . . ta . . ."
"Spectacular." Haruna aided.
"Right! A spectacular idea!" Ryohei stood up, the bento that was on his lap flying onto the ground. Haruna looked down at it forlornly. Those poor, heart shaped rice balls made with brother-complex affection . . . Chie, on the other hand, just looked severely constipated.
I seriously need to reconsider whom I choose to associate myself with.
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Chie's eyebrow twitched, either in annoyance, disbelief, or a combination of both.
"Ryohei, what the fuck is that." The boxer looked up from his desk, where he has been working on a masterpiece for the last 3 classes until the final bell rang. Crayons and oil pastels littered his desk. Ryohei beamed up at her from his seated position.
"Like it? It's my Manager Wanted poster! IT'S SPECTACUL-"
"It's a pile of shit."
Ryohei scrunched up his face in distaste.
"You're not nice."
"And you're not an artist." Ryohei started to gather the oil pastels and place them gently back into the case, a frown still marring his face. Chie felt a teensy tiny little pang of guilt. Just a little. She shuffled her feet awkwardly and decided to change the subject.
"I've never seen you be so careful before. Are those art supplies important?" Ryohei unexpectedly grinned, his demeanor changing a full 180 degrees.
"Oh, these? Heh, Kyoko lent them to me." Ryohei showed her the side of the box, where the name 'Sasagawa Kyoko' was scrawled. Sasagawa? So Ryohei had siblings. Hopefully his stupidity was not hereditary. The boxer placed the box in his desk and scrutinized the . . . artwork on his desk.
"Do you really think this is no good?" Chie crossed her arms and snorted.
"Ryohei, I don't even know what this figure is supposed to be." Ryohei gawked at her.
"What?! It's obviously a boxing glove!" Chie gawked back at him.
"That looks more like the face of Satan! What's with the black lines?! I thought those were eyes and a mustache!" Ryohei shoved the paper into Chie's face. Her squawk of surprise was muffled by the paper.
"Those are the shadows!" Chie's tore the paper off her face.
"Grah! No wonder no one wanted to be your portrait partner during art class! You can't draw shit!" You'd probably make them look like—what are you looking at?" She narrowed her eyes at him. Ryohei was staring at her, a surprisingly subdued smile on his face. Abruptly, he grabbed onto Chie and ruffled her hair affectionately. The tinier girl wheezed and tried to claw her way out the chokehold but was efficiently stuck. She sulked in defeat as Ryohei nuzzled her head.
What Ryohei saw in that moment, was a little girl who did not know she was a little girl. The multiple colors smeared on her face reminded the older boy of the time when coloring was an actual class activity. Sometimes Chie's 24/7 grumpiness made her seem like an old lady but it was times like these that he was reminded of her real age. It was times like these, that he saw his baby sister in Chie.
And he found that part of her unbearably cute.
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Chie's face was hidden behind her hands.
"Ryohei, what the fuck are you doing?"
"GOOD MORNING EVERYONE, NAMIMORI'S SPECTACULAR BOXING CLUB IS LOOKING FOR A SPECTACULAR MANAGER! SEND IN YOUR APPLICA—oh hey Chie! Do you want to help pass out these fliers? Haruna let me print out a 100 of these! She's spectacularly awesome!" Chie dragged her hands down her face.
"More like, why are you using that word so much? I've heard it over fifty times these past two days." Ryohei blinked innocently.
"What do you mean? What word?" Chie inhaled deeply and huffed each syllable out dramatically.
"Spec-tac-u-lar."
"Oh, really? I didn't know! I guess I really liked it, huh?" The freshmen president turned around and silently clenched her fist, cursing Haruna in her head for Ryohei's new bad habit. She could have at least supplied a less . . . fancy word! It's a big word, and Ryohei is not supposed to use big words. It just isn't how the world spins. And it's super uncomfortable for Chie because she kind of always imagined Ryohei in a tuxedo and a monocle when the word comes out of his mouth. Chie shuddered. She needed to change that word, fast, before it really sticks.
Free Talk
Erm, hi, I guess. Long time to write. I don't really have an excuse for not updating for a long time. I can give you the whole list of school, life, drama, yada yada but I don't want to waste your precious time. I still feel very guilty for I got a few PMs about this story and how they desperately wanted me to update. I kind of gave them spoilers to get them off my back and to quell my guilty conscious but writing those spoilers made me miss Chie and the gang. I reread my past chapters, dry heaved, edited everything, and started on this chapter. I was surprised by the sudden traffic to this story after I edited! I guess good grammar really counts.
So, yeah. I'm really sorry for not updating for a year.
I haven't kept up with KHR after they got into the Shimon Arc and things got weird (and they were already mind fuck at that point because Amano ran out of plots to work with, thanks to JUMP having a dumb ass popularity poll policy), so I eventually fell out of the fandom. But I had so many things planned out for this story that I just couldn't drop it and leave it to gather dust for any longer. I also have so many OCs in here that it doesn't really feel like fan fiction to me. Even these canon characters aren't really canon characters yet, because this takes place before they were introduced into the series. They're my babies.
If you want, I recommend you to go reread the old chapters. They're all edited and some new things were added. One important addition is in chapter 8, where I added a BOKUTACHI TRIVIA on the bottom, which explains Chie's family dynamics and a little bit about her past so readers will not be too confused about who is related to who. I will truly go in depth with Chie's family and past in a future chapter, where Yamamoto and Chie's relationship will come to light, so please be patient. But feel free to ask questions! Just be warned that I might rebuff you as to not spoil this story for you.
Poll Update
Hibari is first with 50 votes, Mukuro second with 32, and Ryohei third with 27. Yamamoto is behind by only 2 votes.
Bonus!
In order to make up to you guys, I will put up some OC character profiles! You many choose between Ajino and Kai, Haruna and Megane, Kei and Takeshi, Chizuru and Akito, or the Tetsukusa trio. Chie's dad is excluded because he's special. Chie's character profile is already in chapter 6. Drop a review or PM on which duo/trio you want character profiles done on. Maybe I'll let you vote for two. ;)
Hugs and love,
lulu