Trouble .
Okay , This is a WeiB fic I had started a long time ago . I really had fun writing it but I wasn't able to finish it since my computer got whacked by an impertinent virus and eradicated EVERY single one of my files . So here I am , back with a vengeance [ a new computer , and an antiviral scan ] to finish this unfinished business . I can't quite remember everything . Just enough to get the general idea I had before .
Disclaimer : I do not own WeiB Kruez . Koyasu Takehito and Project WeiB does . [ Whoa ! I know who made this one ! ] So don't sue . I'm broke [ unless you want to give me money , I'm happy to comply ]
Okay , okay . I'm gonna start now . Please give some feed backs , flames or otherwise and send it to Kai_Hidaka_Blackrose@yahoo.com I love receiving e- mail so if it's connected to this or you just need someone to send e-mail to , feel free to mail me anytime and I'll try my best to reply to you . Enjoy !
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Today is Monday , and Omi has a flu . He wasn't able to go to school today so he asked me , Ken Hidaka , to run some errands for him . Unfortunately , Aya and Yohji weren't around , so I was the only one left to be bossed around . Well , the truth was , I felt really sorry for him since he looked so sick with his nose inflated like a huge red beach ball . I couldn't refuse .
" Come on Ken ! Pleeease ! I need my bhoooks anf my homewok foh my poject , I can'd passe it laaate ."
Ken stared at him adamantly . " I have soccer practice this afternoon . Those kids are expecting to see me . Hell will have to pay if I don't show up ." Ken continued to stuff his duffel bag with spare clothes , a pair of soccer shoes, a towel and a bottle of mineral water. " Besides , you have perfect grades as it is , what's to lose with a D+ or a C - ?"
" Bhut I'm rudding fer crass presidunk , I can'd affod to habe a Deee prus or a Cee midus !" Omi wheedled . [ Translation : * supposed to be whiny * But I'm running for class president , I can't afford to have a D + or a C -! ]
" But what about my kids ? They're competing next week , and we can't afford to miss one practice ! You know how they are !" Ken protested , his lip curved in pout . " What do you expect me to DO ?!"
Omi grinned evilly , [ which looked comical inclusive of the fact that he has a swollen tomato nose] " Weld dhen , why don you juz cum toh my schoul aftder you pracdice ?" He then gave Ken an imploring look .
[ Translation : Well then , why don't you just come to my school after you practice ? ]
" Oh , all right . But I'm not happy about this ." Ken grabbed his duffel bag and stalked away , leaving Omi grinning idiotically by himself .
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" I can't believe I let him talk me into this ." Ken muttered as he marched past a group of girls who had scrutinized him appreciatively and tittered like a flock of birds . He was still in his soccer attire since he didn't have time to change into street clothes and get to Omi's high school in time for departure and he felt like a smelly sweat sock being dried out in the sun . He felt like a sore thumb since he was taller than most of the students there and he could almost feel the heat rise to his face whenever girls eye him like he was some kind of chocolate bar or something . " Damn , damn , damn ." He grumbled for the millionth time that day . He suddenly halted when a girl in torn jeans and a leather jacket careened into his path .
" Hi there handsome , I don't think I've seen you around here ." The girl was about several inches smaller than him with small dark hair , brooding eyes and small pouty lips . He had gotten the idea that she wasn't one of the more discreet maidens of the high school by the way she was climbing all over him .
" I' m not from this area , actually , I study in a college quite far from here ." He said politely , extracting the tentacles from his waist as he attempted to remain courteous .
" Ooh ," the girl said , raising a fine-lined eyebrow . " A college student . All the more attractive . Lucky me then ." She smiled seductively at Ken .
" Uh ." Ken looked around desperately for a way to escape from this prehensile outgrowth that threatened to choke him should he make a wrong move .
His savior came in the form of a beautiful young lady wearing a cheerleading uniform . " Leave him alone you psychopath !" She said , behind her was a group of cheerleaders waiting to back her up . A gang of leather-wearing female punks materialized out of nowhere . " I didn't like that ." The leather-wielding girl replied slowly .
" Uh - oh . I smell trouble . Big trouble ." Ken cringed as he saw the very unwelcome sight of the girls throwing similarly unwelcome insults at their counterparts .
" What right have you to bother this really ." the cheerleader eyed at him cordially . " Really , really handsome guy . My advice to you is back off lady ." She flipped her blond hair , which seemed to infuriate her adversary .
" One thing I don't like about you cheerleaders , you're world-class dunces when it comes to anything ." retaliated the black-haired lady .
[ gomen to all the cheerleaders out there , that is NOT true , just needed some comeback for this girl ]
" Ooooooooooh !!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the cheerleader , this is waaarrrrrrr !!!!!!" With that , it exploded into an all-out catfight , terrorizing everyone in sight .
" Damn you Omi !"
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" I'm gonna kill him when I get back , that's for sure ." Ken muttered his disdain as while scaling the top of the lockers , and climbing into the ventilation shaft . As a WeiB Kruez , he had perfected the skill ; although he wasn't used to running away from his adversaries . They were women for heaven's sake ! He wasn't going to go around beating them up. He's a gentleman , he'd leave the women to battered by Aya . " I'm gonna tear him to pieces . in fact , scratch that , I'm gonna torture him and then tear him apart , limb by limb ." Ken smiled to himself maniacally ... He hadn't thought of anything vaguely like that since he was four and ripped off the claws of an unsuspecting beetle . But he was a kid then , he didn't think rationally , now he was 18 , he can be perfectly lucid if he wanted to ; he was lucid now . Oh , and also the time when someone ate the strawberry mochi hi liked without telling him.
He continued to crawl through the narrow shaft and peered through the slits of the down the confined space . This , he presumed , was the principal's office . The bald top of the administrator glared up blindingly up at him . It accused him irately of intruding .
" Trespasser !!!" it screeched . " Damn ." he muttered again , before resuming to scale the constricted air duct .
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Finally ! The extremely welcomed sight of lockers greeted him . This , he assumed was Omi's territory . He peered through the slits to see if anyone was around . It was deserted . He pulled back the cover and swung down through the opening . Landing noiselessly on the lockers , he replaced the hatch and leapt down . Perfect . He was in the " T " section . All students with surnames starting with " T" He glared in horror . In front of him , hundreds of names glared at him , better start looking .
" .. Tsukiyomi U. , Tsukiyono B. , Tsukiyono B. , Tsukiyono B. D. , Tsukiyono B. E. ... '
" .. Tsukiyono M. A. , Tsukiyono M. U. , Tsukiyono N. H. , Tsukiyono N. U. , yesss .. Tsukiyono O.
He grabbed the keys from his pocket and jammed it in the lock . it wouldn't go in . " Come on , come on , DAMMIT!"
He glanced at the locker beside it . " Oh no ." he moaned .
The entire row was named Tsukiyono O ..
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An hour later .
He finally found the right one ! He jammed the key , now battered and dull , into the lock . He had tried every single lock and finally came to the conclusion that this was right one . He turned the key . The lock opened ! He squinted in the dark , and turned his wrist to glance at his watch , to time this momentous second of immense gravity . " It was already 6:30 in the evening ! He had to leave fast . He yanked open the locker door , prepared to face anything in case Omi's locker had dust bunnies that knew karate . But there were none . In fact , Omi's locker had nothing in it . Except for the schedule labeled " Omi Tsukiyono " pasted on the inside of the locker door . Ken stood there , petrified . He suppressed the urge to holler . He had a feeling things are still going to go wrong .
" Hey you ! What are you doing there ?!"
It was the damn janitor . and he didn't look happy either .
Ken slammed the door close and started to sprint away but he just bounced off the concrete wall . Dead end . How ironic .
The bulky janitor waddled towards him . " Nowhere to go kid ." He slammed his palm against the fire alarm . By 6:34 , the whole school was on alarm .
Ken was desperate . He was going to do ANYTHING to get away . He sidestepped the janitor and hurdled over his cart . " Right or left ?" He chose the left hall and started running . It didn't matter . A couple of extremely built security guards blocked the way , in identical movements , they grappled his arms and hauled him , half dragging , half carrying him away , leaving the smug-faced janitor and the other two guards that had come from the right corridor .
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" So you are saying . Mr. . Hidaka , that you were trying to . ahem . retrieve your friend's books and homework from his locker ; but they weren't there ?" The principal eyed his clothes which were rightfully wrong for the occasion . A white jersey [ caked with dust ] and an equally soiled uh . white . soccer shorts , weren't exactly the most advisable apparel for going out .
" That is exactly what I'm trying to say for the past few minutes ." Ken replied wearily . His eyes strayed from the principal's face , to the watch on his wrist . 7 : 27 .
" Hmm.. Yes .." The principal nodded , although his mind seemed to be in other places .
" May I go now ?"
The obese man snapped to attention and said . " I'm afraid not , you have to fill this in ." He handed Ken some papers , about 1 centimeter thick .
Ken retrieved the documents resignedly .
" Oh , and , please write in print . I don't think I'll understand script writings . Poor eyesight you see ." the principal smiled awkwardly at the tall boy in front of him . For some reason , he seemed really , really angry . " Oh well ," The principal shrugged . " None of my business .
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8 : 10 p.m. . He had finally finished scribbling on the paper [ which ought to be recycled if you ask me .
* starts to parade around carrying a " save the trees " banner * ] He handed it to the drowsy administrator and after a polite goodbye , disappeared out the door and out of the school entirely .
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Outside .
" I'm never going back there ever AGAIN !" Ken breathed a sigh of relief and glanced down once more at his watch . " 8 : 12 ! Shiiit ooooh noooo ! I've got to get back !" He hopped on his bike , tossed his helmet onto his head and roared off in the direction of the Koneko no Sumu Ie . All the while muttering " All that trouble . for nothing." Almost forgetting to keep his eye on the road , he glanced at his watch again . " 8 : 20 ." When he looked up to the road , a huge 10-wheeler greeted him . " Oh damn !" With a swift jerk , he swerved out of harm's way , luckily , the road was surrounded by a rocky hill which ended abruptly on the a small pasture . He spun down the hill , his bike grazing him by inches and he landed on the grass with more than a few bumps and bruises . The sharp rocks had torn his shirt and scraped his skin . His duffel bag lay unharmed right on top of his motorbike , which was upturned in a very uncomfortable-looking manner . He staggered to his feet and took a long look at himself . He was filthy , and he needed a lot more than patching up . He was bleeding in a few places and they hurt . Damn , do they hurt . His hair was tousled and was decorated by grass and some small pebbles . His sneakers could no longer be identified as footwear , but could be mistaken for hooves . Man , what he wouldn't do for a bath right now . " This is crap ." Trying his best to dust off his clothes , he picked up his bike and his bag and guided it up the hill , trying to ignore the fact that his motorbike appeared to be in the same condition as he . " CRAP ..."
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Chapter one's through minna-san ! Feedback please !
Kai_Hidaka_Blackrose@yahoo.com
Domo arigato gozaimasu !
Okay , This is a WeiB fic I had started a long time ago . I really had fun writing it but I wasn't able to finish it since my computer got whacked by an impertinent virus and eradicated EVERY single one of my files . So here I am , back with a vengeance [ a new computer , and an antiviral scan ] to finish this unfinished business . I can't quite remember everything . Just enough to get the general idea I had before .
Disclaimer : I do not own WeiB Kruez . Koyasu Takehito and Project WeiB does . [ Whoa ! I know who made this one ! ] So don't sue . I'm broke [ unless you want to give me money , I'm happy to comply ]
Okay , okay . I'm gonna start now . Please give some feed backs , flames or otherwise and send it to Kai_Hidaka_Blackrose@yahoo.com I love receiving e- mail so if it's connected to this or you just need someone to send e-mail to , feel free to mail me anytime and I'll try my best to reply to you . Enjoy !
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Today is Monday , and Omi has a flu . He wasn't able to go to school today so he asked me , Ken Hidaka , to run some errands for him . Unfortunately , Aya and Yohji weren't around , so I was the only one left to be bossed around . Well , the truth was , I felt really sorry for him since he looked so sick with his nose inflated like a huge red beach ball . I couldn't refuse .
" Come on Ken ! Pleeease ! I need my bhoooks anf my homewok foh my poject , I can'd passe it laaate ."
Ken stared at him adamantly . " I have soccer practice this afternoon . Those kids are expecting to see me . Hell will have to pay if I don't show up ." Ken continued to stuff his duffel bag with spare clothes , a pair of soccer shoes, a towel and a bottle of mineral water. " Besides , you have perfect grades as it is , what's to lose with a D+ or a C - ?"
" Bhut I'm rudding fer crass presidunk , I can'd affod to habe a Deee prus or a Cee midus !" Omi wheedled . [ Translation : * supposed to be whiny * But I'm running for class president , I can't afford to have a D + or a C -! ]
" But what about my kids ? They're competing next week , and we can't afford to miss one practice ! You know how they are !" Ken protested , his lip curved in pout . " What do you expect me to DO ?!"
Omi grinned evilly , [ which looked comical inclusive of the fact that he has a swollen tomato nose] " Weld dhen , why don you juz cum toh my schoul aftder you pracdice ?" He then gave Ken an imploring look .
[ Translation : Well then , why don't you just come to my school after you practice ? ]
" Oh , all right . But I'm not happy about this ." Ken grabbed his duffel bag and stalked away , leaving Omi grinning idiotically by himself .
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" I can't believe I let him talk me into this ." Ken muttered as he marched past a group of girls who had scrutinized him appreciatively and tittered like a flock of birds . He was still in his soccer attire since he didn't have time to change into street clothes and get to Omi's high school in time for departure and he felt like a smelly sweat sock being dried out in the sun . He felt like a sore thumb since he was taller than most of the students there and he could almost feel the heat rise to his face whenever girls eye him like he was some kind of chocolate bar or something . " Damn , damn , damn ." He grumbled for the millionth time that day . He suddenly halted when a girl in torn jeans and a leather jacket careened into his path .
" Hi there handsome , I don't think I've seen you around here ." The girl was about several inches smaller than him with small dark hair , brooding eyes and small pouty lips . He had gotten the idea that she wasn't one of the more discreet maidens of the high school by the way she was climbing all over him .
" I' m not from this area , actually , I study in a college quite far from here ." He said politely , extracting the tentacles from his waist as he attempted to remain courteous .
" Ooh ," the girl said , raising a fine-lined eyebrow . " A college student . All the more attractive . Lucky me then ." She smiled seductively at Ken .
" Uh ." Ken looked around desperately for a way to escape from this prehensile outgrowth that threatened to choke him should he make a wrong move .
His savior came in the form of a beautiful young lady wearing a cheerleading uniform . " Leave him alone you psychopath !" She said , behind her was a group of cheerleaders waiting to back her up . A gang of leather-wearing female punks materialized out of nowhere . " I didn't like that ." The leather-wielding girl replied slowly .
" Uh - oh . I smell trouble . Big trouble ." Ken cringed as he saw the very unwelcome sight of the girls throwing similarly unwelcome insults at their counterparts .
" What right have you to bother this really ." the cheerleader eyed at him cordially . " Really , really handsome guy . My advice to you is back off lady ." She flipped her blond hair , which seemed to infuriate her adversary .
" One thing I don't like about you cheerleaders , you're world-class dunces when it comes to anything ." retaliated the black-haired lady .
[ gomen to all the cheerleaders out there , that is NOT true , just needed some comeback for this girl ]
" Ooooooooooh !!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the cheerleader , this is waaarrrrrrr !!!!!!" With that , it exploded into an all-out catfight , terrorizing everyone in sight .
" Damn you Omi !"
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" I'm gonna kill him when I get back , that's for sure ." Ken muttered his disdain as while scaling the top of the lockers , and climbing into the ventilation shaft . As a WeiB Kruez , he had perfected the skill ; although he wasn't used to running away from his adversaries . They were women for heaven's sake ! He wasn't going to go around beating them up. He's a gentleman , he'd leave the women to battered by Aya . " I'm gonna tear him to pieces . in fact , scratch that , I'm gonna torture him and then tear him apart , limb by limb ." Ken smiled to himself maniacally ... He hadn't thought of anything vaguely like that since he was four and ripped off the claws of an unsuspecting beetle . But he was a kid then , he didn't think rationally , now he was 18 , he can be perfectly lucid if he wanted to ; he was lucid now . Oh , and also the time when someone ate the strawberry mochi hi liked without telling him.
He continued to crawl through the narrow shaft and peered through the slits of the down the confined space . This , he presumed , was the principal's office . The bald top of the administrator glared up blindingly up at him . It accused him irately of intruding .
" Trespasser !!!" it screeched . " Damn ." he muttered again , before resuming to scale the constricted air duct .
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Finally ! The extremely welcomed sight of lockers greeted him . This , he assumed was Omi's territory . He peered through the slits to see if anyone was around . It was deserted . He pulled back the cover and swung down through the opening . Landing noiselessly on the lockers , he replaced the hatch and leapt down . Perfect . He was in the " T " section . All students with surnames starting with " T" He glared in horror . In front of him , hundreds of names glared at him , better start looking .
" .. Tsukiyomi U. , Tsukiyono B. , Tsukiyono B. , Tsukiyono B. D. , Tsukiyono B. E. ... '
" .. Tsukiyono M. A. , Tsukiyono M. U. , Tsukiyono N. H. , Tsukiyono N. U. , yesss .. Tsukiyono O.
He grabbed the keys from his pocket and jammed it in the lock . it wouldn't go in . " Come on , come on , DAMMIT!"
He glanced at the locker beside it . " Oh no ." he moaned .
The entire row was named Tsukiyono O ..
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An hour later .
He finally found the right one ! He jammed the key , now battered and dull , into the lock . He had tried every single lock and finally came to the conclusion that this was right one . He turned the key . The lock opened ! He squinted in the dark , and turned his wrist to glance at his watch , to time this momentous second of immense gravity . " It was already 6:30 in the evening ! He had to leave fast . He yanked open the locker door , prepared to face anything in case Omi's locker had dust bunnies that knew karate . But there were none . In fact , Omi's locker had nothing in it . Except for the schedule labeled " Omi Tsukiyono " pasted on the inside of the locker door . Ken stood there , petrified . He suppressed the urge to holler . He had a feeling things are still going to go wrong .
" Hey you ! What are you doing there ?!"
It was the damn janitor . and he didn't look happy either .
Ken slammed the door close and started to sprint away but he just bounced off the concrete wall . Dead end . How ironic .
The bulky janitor waddled towards him . " Nowhere to go kid ." He slammed his palm against the fire alarm . By 6:34 , the whole school was on alarm .
Ken was desperate . He was going to do ANYTHING to get away . He sidestepped the janitor and hurdled over his cart . " Right or left ?" He chose the left hall and started running . It didn't matter . A couple of extremely built security guards blocked the way , in identical movements , they grappled his arms and hauled him , half dragging , half carrying him away , leaving the smug-faced janitor and the other two guards that had come from the right corridor .
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" So you are saying . Mr. . Hidaka , that you were trying to . ahem . retrieve your friend's books and homework from his locker ; but they weren't there ?" The principal eyed his clothes which were rightfully wrong for the occasion . A white jersey [ caked with dust ] and an equally soiled uh . white . soccer shorts , weren't exactly the most advisable apparel for going out .
" That is exactly what I'm trying to say for the past few minutes ." Ken replied wearily . His eyes strayed from the principal's face , to the watch on his wrist . 7 : 27 .
" Hmm.. Yes .." The principal nodded , although his mind seemed to be in other places .
" May I go now ?"
The obese man snapped to attention and said . " I'm afraid not , you have to fill this in ." He handed Ken some papers , about 1 centimeter thick .
Ken retrieved the documents resignedly .
" Oh , and , please write in print . I don't think I'll understand script writings . Poor eyesight you see ." the principal smiled awkwardly at the tall boy in front of him . For some reason , he seemed really , really angry . " Oh well ," The principal shrugged . " None of my business .
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8 : 10 p.m. . He had finally finished scribbling on the paper [ which ought to be recycled if you ask me .
* starts to parade around carrying a " save the trees " banner * ] He handed it to the drowsy administrator and after a polite goodbye , disappeared out the door and out of the school entirely .
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Outside .
" I'm never going back there ever AGAIN !" Ken breathed a sigh of relief and glanced down once more at his watch . " 8 : 12 ! Shiiit ooooh noooo ! I've got to get back !" He hopped on his bike , tossed his helmet onto his head and roared off in the direction of the Koneko no Sumu Ie . All the while muttering " All that trouble . for nothing." Almost forgetting to keep his eye on the road , he glanced at his watch again . " 8 : 20 ." When he looked up to the road , a huge 10-wheeler greeted him . " Oh damn !" With a swift jerk , he swerved out of harm's way , luckily , the road was surrounded by a rocky hill which ended abruptly on the a small pasture . He spun down the hill , his bike grazing him by inches and he landed on the grass with more than a few bumps and bruises . The sharp rocks had torn his shirt and scraped his skin . His duffel bag lay unharmed right on top of his motorbike , which was upturned in a very uncomfortable-looking manner . He staggered to his feet and took a long look at himself . He was filthy , and he needed a lot more than patching up . He was bleeding in a few places and they hurt . Damn , do they hurt . His hair was tousled and was decorated by grass and some small pebbles . His sneakers could no longer be identified as footwear , but could be mistaken for hooves . Man , what he wouldn't do for a bath right now . " This is crap ." Trying his best to dust off his clothes , he picked up his bike and his bag and guided it up the hill , trying to ignore the fact that his motorbike appeared to be in the same condition as he . " CRAP ..."
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Chapter one's through minna-san ! Feedback please !
Kai_Hidaka_Blackrose@yahoo.com
Domo arigato gozaimasu !
