Ah... Yet another streak of inspiration at 5 am. I'm not too sure where it came from, but I bet it has a lot to do with the bowl mac n' cheese that I just had about an hour or so ago. How can I eat something like that at this time at night... er... in the morning? Simple! ^^;; I am the human garbage disposal ... that uses a lot of alkaseltzer for indigestion...
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I'm still waiting by the Christmas tree for Santa to make a special trip to drop off Fushigi Yuugi to me, since he obviously forgot it on the 25th. What? I'm *sure* I'm not the only one that has a tree up still... though I think my Mom is the only one who leaves it up until her b-day... which is Feb. 22nd ::sweatdrop:: Yes ... it's a fake tree.
"So, Genrou. How's th' sessions comin' along?" a blue-haired teen, clad in clothing of the same style as the red head, asked as he leaned casually against the row of lockers, a mischievous smirk lighting his face. Genrou flinched a little, but he coolly continued his mission of shoving thick text books on his side of the small compartment that was already jammed with other random items, which included one shoe.
"How'd ya know 'bout them, Kouji?" he asked, glancing briefly to his best friend who still had that playful grin on his face.
"I called ya th' other day t' see if ya wanted t' catch a movie or somethin', an' Regina said that ya were at yer session."
Genrou grumbled a little, slamming the door of the locker shut, only to grumble more when it didn't close all the way, which was fixed with a well placed kick. "She's got a fuckin' big mouth sometimes..."
Kouji frowned and pushed himself up from the lockers and shoved his hands into the front pocket of his baggy sweatshirt. "Ya mean ya weren't plannin' on ever tellin' me 'bout them?"
"I wasn't plannin' on tellin' anyone at all."
"Aw, that's not nice, Genrou." Kouji gave a half joking pout as he walked with Genrou down the crowded halls towards their hang out spot, which was picnic bench located under a large pine tree in the middle of the quad of their school campus. "I'm yer best friend! Or have ya fergot that? I wouldn't tell no one that yer seein' a shrink."
Genrou's eye twitched as he noticed a few odd gazes from the more popular kids that they passed by. "Ya don't hafta... Every one's gonna know now, cause yer fuckin' loud."
Kouji grinned again and slung an arm good-naturedly over Genrou's shoulder "Ya know, it's not a bad thing... Seein' a shrink, that is. I mean, it's not like yer crazy or anythin'. Ya just need ... help."
"Oh, gee thanks fer pointin' out somethin' I'm already away of," Genrou mumbled, rolling his eyes at his companion. "Yer a complete idiot at times, Kouji."
"Eh, school does that t' ya," the older boy sighed, removing his arm from about his friend's shoulders and sticking his hand back into his sweater pocket with his other. "Good thing this is our last yer, eh?"
"Ya mean *your* last year. I'm just a junior, remember?"
Kouji grinned at that and nudged Genrou lightly with his elbow. "It could be worse, ya know."
"Eh?" was Genrou's response as he lifted one, fine eyebrow.
"Ya *could* of been held back."
Genrou snickered and shook his head, his locks of fiery, red hair falling into his face. "Yeah, but I suffered six weeks of summer school t' make sure that it wouldn't happened."
Kouji playfully narrowed his eyes. "Yeah... But what 'bout that promise ya made?"
The younger boy blinked in confusion as he kicked at a cap to a soda bottle on the ground. "What promise?"
"Th' promise ya made t' do good, so that ya could get bumped up a grade an' graduate with me?
"Ah... *That* promise." Genrou grinned sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand. "I guess I kinda fergot."
Kouji took his turn at rolling his eyes. "An' ya call yerself my best friend!"
Their laughter, however, was cut off when tall, heavyset boy stepped out before them, decked out in what was know as the "thug" apparel, his thick armed crossed over his chest and resting on his bulging belly. Kouji grimaced at the sight of the rolls peaking out from under the over weight boy's shirt as Genrou raised his other eyebrow.
"Hey, boys. Wuz up?"
"Ah, not much, Mark... We're just on our way t' our spot," Kouji answered, not even bothering to hide his annoyance.
"Oh, you mean the table over there?" the chubby boy named Mark inquired as he gestured over his shoulder with a fat thumb. "Sorry, but that's not your place anymore."
Genrou narrowed his eyes at the upper classmen, clenching his fists at his side as he felt his temper start to rise. "What th' fuck are ya talkin' 'bout?? Ya know that's always been our spot since Kouji's freshmen year!"
Mark shrugged his heavy shoulders as a smirk came across his puffy face. "Well, that's just too bad for you two then. It's my group's table now, and we don't want you hanging around it anymore."
"Why you little..." But Genrou was cut off when Kouji placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a look.
"It ain't no big deal... We can find some where else t' hang out."
"Naw!" Genrou shrugged out of his grasp and glared at Mark. "I'm sick o' bein' pushed around by some greasy oinker who thinks he's tough shit! I get enough o' his crap in class!"
Kouji frowned at that. He was a little upset over the fact that he had been booted from his spot even though he was an upper classmen, but he didn't want to get into any trouble over something that wasn't *that* big of a deal. He knew that Genrou wouldn't tolerate it though. For as long as he's know the quick-tempered, red head, Genrou had always been quick to jump at the chance to fight, while he himself had merely remained the pacifist.
"Awww, are you gonna go home and cry to your mama?" Mark smirked again before adding, "Oh wait... I forgot that you don't have one!"
Genrou twitched at that as he whole body went rigid with anger. "What was that, Piglet?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. Kouji bit his bottom lip. Mark was pressing a button on his friend that would release his temper full out. Immature? Yes, but Kouji was very well aware that there was no calming down Genrou now, no matter how much he pleaded. He was more afraid for his friend, however. Mark was one tough guy, and he didn't think Genrou stood a chance at all against him.
"You heard me, you reject. What? Was your mama so ashamed of you, she abandoned you?"
"Don't you fuckin' talk about my Mom," Genrou's voice was still low and dangerous.
"What are you gonna do about it, loser? Cry to your fake Mom who's just gonna end up dumping you off back at the shelter?"
That did it. Genrou felt something inside him snap that cause his vision to cloud over with a reddish colored haze. It happened quickly for him, but for Kouji, it seemed to play out in slow motion. Genrou leaped at Mark, swinging his fist as he did, catching the heavy kid off guard and clipping him in the jaw. But that was just one of many attacks. Genrou executed ninja like moves that one would think would only be possible in a Jackie Chan movie.
Soon, Mark was on the ground, and Kouji could only watch in shock as his friend's body began to glow with a faint, red light, as he proceeded to beat the older boy mercilessly with his fists. Clusters of other students began to gather around like moths drawn to light, cheering and encouraging Genrou on, but no one, not even members from Mark's own group, stepped in to stop the senseless fighting.
A shrill scream of a whistle sounded about the hubbub of the noisy high school kids, and they parted like the Red Sea as deans made their way to put an end to the commotion. It took about three of them to wrench Genrou off the hapless boy beneath him, who was hurt pretty badly, while the red head only suffered a bruised eye and split lip.
Slowly the red haze faded from Genrou's vision, and he blinked his eyes a few times as he began to calm down and realization hit him. For a moment, he could only stare at his bloody fists before he lifted a wide, horrified gaze to Kouji. The older boy could only frown and spread his hands before him, at a loss of what he could possible do. Genrou closed his eyes as more faculty members came to the scene, shooing away stunned students while the dean's escorted him towards the office. He made no protests, and only glanced back once at Mark, who was still on the ground, receiving medical attention. All Genrou could wonder was: What was that strange light, and where did that sudden burst of strength come from?
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I'm still waiting by the Christmas tree for Santa to make a special trip to drop off Fushigi Yuugi to me, since he obviously forgot it on the 25th. What? I'm *sure* I'm not the only one that has a tree up still... though I think my Mom is the only one who leaves it up until her b-day... which is Feb. 22nd ::sweatdrop:: Yes ... it's a fake tree.
"So, Genrou. How's th' sessions comin' along?" a blue-haired teen, clad in clothing of the same style as the red head, asked as he leaned casually against the row of lockers, a mischievous smirk lighting his face. Genrou flinched a little, but he coolly continued his mission of shoving thick text books on his side of the small compartment that was already jammed with other random items, which included one shoe.
"How'd ya know 'bout them, Kouji?" he asked, glancing briefly to his best friend who still had that playful grin on his face.
"I called ya th' other day t' see if ya wanted t' catch a movie or somethin', an' Regina said that ya were at yer session."
Genrou grumbled a little, slamming the door of the locker shut, only to grumble more when it didn't close all the way, which was fixed with a well placed kick. "She's got a fuckin' big mouth sometimes..."
Kouji frowned and pushed himself up from the lockers and shoved his hands into the front pocket of his baggy sweatshirt. "Ya mean ya weren't plannin' on ever tellin' me 'bout them?"
"I wasn't plannin' on tellin' anyone at all."
"Aw, that's not nice, Genrou." Kouji gave a half joking pout as he walked with Genrou down the crowded halls towards their hang out spot, which was picnic bench located under a large pine tree in the middle of the quad of their school campus. "I'm yer best friend! Or have ya fergot that? I wouldn't tell no one that yer seein' a shrink."
Genrou's eye twitched as he noticed a few odd gazes from the more popular kids that they passed by. "Ya don't hafta... Every one's gonna know now, cause yer fuckin' loud."
Kouji grinned again and slung an arm good-naturedly over Genrou's shoulder "Ya know, it's not a bad thing... Seein' a shrink, that is. I mean, it's not like yer crazy or anythin'. Ya just need ... help."
"Oh, gee thanks fer pointin' out somethin' I'm already away of," Genrou mumbled, rolling his eyes at his companion. "Yer a complete idiot at times, Kouji."
"Eh, school does that t' ya," the older boy sighed, removing his arm from about his friend's shoulders and sticking his hand back into his sweater pocket with his other. "Good thing this is our last yer, eh?"
"Ya mean *your* last year. I'm just a junior, remember?"
Kouji grinned at that and nudged Genrou lightly with his elbow. "It could be worse, ya know."
"Eh?" was Genrou's response as he lifted one, fine eyebrow.
"Ya *could* of been held back."
Genrou snickered and shook his head, his locks of fiery, red hair falling into his face. "Yeah, but I suffered six weeks of summer school t' make sure that it wouldn't happened."
Kouji playfully narrowed his eyes. "Yeah... But what 'bout that promise ya made?"
The younger boy blinked in confusion as he kicked at a cap to a soda bottle on the ground. "What promise?"
"Th' promise ya made t' do good, so that ya could get bumped up a grade an' graduate with me?
"Ah... *That* promise." Genrou grinned sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand. "I guess I kinda fergot."
Kouji took his turn at rolling his eyes. "An' ya call yerself my best friend!"
Their laughter, however, was cut off when tall, heavyset boy stepped out before them, decked out in what was know as the "thug" apparel, his thick armed crossed over his chest and resting on his bulging belly. Kouji grimaced at the sight of the rolls peaking out from under the over weight boy's shirt as Genrou raised his other eyebrow.
"Hey, boys. Wuz up?"
"Ah, not much, Mark... We're just on our way t' our spot," Kouji answered, not even bothering to hide his annoyance.
"Oh, you mean the table over there?" the chubby boy named Mark inquired as he gestured over his shoulder with a fat thumb. "Sorry, but that's not your place anymore."
Genrou narrowed his eyes at the upper classmen, clenching his fists at his side as he felt his temper start to rise. "What th' fuck are ya talkin' 'bout?? Ya know that's always been our spot since Kouji's freshmen year!"
Mark shrugged his heavy shoulders as a smirk came across his puffy face. "Well, that's just too bad for you two then. It's my group's table now, and we don't want you hanging around it anymore."
"Why you little..." But Genrou was cut off when Kouji placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a look.
"It ain't no big deal... We can find some where else t' hang out."
"Naw!" Genrou shrugged out of his grasp and glared at Mark. "I'm sick o' bein' pushed around by some greasy oinker who thinks he's tough shit! I get enough o' his crap in class!"
Kouji frowned at that. He was a little upset over the fact that he had been booted from his spot even though he was an upper classmen, but he didn't want to get into any trouble over something that wasn't *that* big of a deal. He knew that Genrou wouldn't tolerate it though. For as long as he's know the quick-tempered, red head, Genrou had always been quick to jump at the chance to fight, while he himself had merely remained the pacifist.
"Awww, are you gonna go home and cry to your mama?" Mark smirked again before adding, "Oh wait... I forgot that you don't have one!"
Genrou twitched at that as he whole body went rigid with anger. "What was that, Piglet?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. Kouji bit his bottom lip. Mark was pressing a button on his friend that would release his temper full out. Immature? Yes, but Kouji was very well aware that there was no calming down Genrou now, no matter how much he pleaded. He was more afraid for his friend, however. Mark was one tough guy, and he didn't think Genrou stood a chance at all against him.
"You heard me, you reject. What? Was your mama so ashamed of you, she abandoned you?"
"Don't you fuckin' talk about my Mom," Genrou's voice was still low and dangerous.
"What are you gonna do about it, loser? Cry to your fake Mom who's just gonna end up dumping you off back at the shelter?"
That did it. Genrou felt something inside him snap that cause his vision to cloud over with a reddish colored haze. It happened quickly for him, but for Kouji, it seemed to play out in slow motion. Genrou leaped at Mark, swinging his fist as he did, catching the heavy kid off guard and clipping him in the jaw. But that was just one of many attacks. Genrou executed ninja like moves that one would think would only be possible in a Jackie Chan movie.
Soon, Mark was on the ground, and Kouji could only watch in shock as his friend's body began to glow with a faint, red light, as he proceeded to beat the older boy mercilessly with his fists. Clusters of other students began to gather around like moths drawn to light, cheering and encouraging Genrou on, but no one, not even members from Mark's own group, stepped in to stop the senseless fighting.
A shrill scream of a whistle sounded about the hubbub of the noisy high school kids, and they parted like the Red Sea as deans made their way to put an end to the commotion. It took about three of them to wrench Genrou off the hapless boy beneath him, who was hurt pretty badly, while the red head only suffered a bruised eye and split lip.
Slowly the red haze faded from Genrou's vision, and he blinked his eyes a few times as he began to calm down and realization hit him. For a moment, he could only stare at his bloody fists before he lifted a wide, horrified gaze to Kouji. The older boy could only frown and spread his hands before him, at a loss of what he could possible do. Genrou closed his eyes as more faculty members came to the scene, shooing away stunned students while the dean's escorted him towards the office. He made no protests, and only glanced back once at Mark, who was still on the ground, receiving medical attention. All Genrou could wonder was: What was that strange light, and where did that sudden burst of strength come from?