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Chapter 4 - Troublemaker
Noise filled his ears as soon as he walked into his classroom. It was swarming with students. He noticed that some of them were wearing their uniforms now. Those were probably old students from the school and the ones not in uniform, like him, were new transferees, he thought. Sparkling deep blue eyes scanned the area for possible seats. He saw one in the middle. Casually he walked over across the room to take his seat, ignoring the sudden murmurs of giggling girls behind him.
He sat down on his chair, placing his bag on the floor. Girls continued to giggle flirtatiously behind him. He could actually hear them talking about how cute the guy in front of them was. Now, they were comparing him to some other new boys they just saw.
Fujima tried to hide his laugh. "These girls still think their in high school."
The classroom clock was now 11:25. Their professor was ten minutes late.
"So, the rebelling princess finally exchanged the pauper for a prince." Someone said, standing right beside him.
He turned his head to look and found a small looking girl. The girl was already wearing her uniform, which was a dark blue coat with white blouse inside and a red silk necktie. Below she wore a short pleated skirt, knee-high socks and platform shoes with steel buckles. She had beautiful golden brown curls that reached her shoulders. Her make-up was overused though.
"I beg your pardon?" Fujima asked, his forehead creasing.
"I'm sorry to be impolite or anything but I just saw you by the parking lot with that girl." She replied acidly.
"You mean Kana?"
"Who else?"
"I was on my way to school and she needed a ride. So I gave her a lift." He explained in a as-a-matter-of-factly manner.
"Oh, how nice of you. What did she bribe this time?" The girl said rolling her eyes.
"Nothing." He sounded irritated. "We live in the same apartment."
"How exciting." She said flatly, then afterwards she flashed him a smile. "I'm Yukari. Satoh Yukari." Then she held out her hand.
"Fujima Kenji." He responded.
"You are new here, aren't you? Fujima-san?"
He nodded.
"Pre-law as well?" She sounded so innocent.
A returned another nod.
"That's so nice. We're the same!" Yukari clasped her hands. "How come I didn't see you earlier during the first class?"
Why does this girl ask so many questions?
"I woke up late."
"Why? Your roommates didn't wake you up?" She played with her curls.
It's none of your business. He wanted to answer. "No. I overslept."
"I could let you borrow my notes, if you want too." Yukari offered, changing the subject.
"Thanks." He replied dryly. "Maybe next time." Fujima sensed that he was very uncomfortable with her around.
"Fujima-san, I'm very sorry about my very rude introduction. You might think now that I'm just one of those girls who flirt with every good-looking guy they see." She placed one hand on his shoulder. "I'm just concerned about your well-being since you are new here." She pressed his shoulders hard. "As soon-to-be president of the freshmen political science council, I warn you about that woman and her friends---" She paused, "---if she has some." Then she lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "She's a troublemaker, so watch out or you might be her next victim."
Yukari walked back swaying her hips to her seat in the front. Fujima felt a little relieved that she left him but there was a slight notion of confusion upon what she just told. He shrugged it off anyway. Their literature professor finally came in.
He listened carefully and took down several important notes, like what references were they going to use and the current website of their subject.
The class ended soon after. Pangs of hunger attacked him as soon as he stood up. He forgot to eat breakfast, so he rushed out of the classroom to beat the line in the cafeteria.
There was some commotion going on over the cafeteria when he arrived. Students flocked a certain table, cheering and yelling. Out of curiosity, he walked over to take a peek.
Because he was a few inches taller than the other students he could see half of the excitement. To his surprise he saw her. Kana. She was arm wrestling another student. A guy. Kana was still wearing his Shoyo jacket, and it was stained with ketchup.
He frowned.
"Go girl! Don't let him beat you!" One student cheered.
"You're gay, Satoshi!" Another guy from somewhere screamed. "My sister fights better than you!"
"Ready to give up, Sato-kun?" Kana gritted her teeth.
"Not in a million years, Matsuzawa!" The guy shot back, his face turning red.
For a woman, Fujima found Kana simply astonishing and at the same time, stupid. Why does she have to fight like that? It was obviously childish. Was this the one Yukari mentioned to him? About her being a troublemaker?
"I'm gonna kick your sorry ass in the street!" Kana gloated. Then she moved her shoulders a little forward, pushing and pressing her strenght down to her wrestling arm. In an instant, she yanked Satoshi's arm down the table creating a loud wham.
The people roared in laughter and triumph. Some clapped their hands, while others whistled. Fujima shook his head with embarassement for the guy and turned away from the crowd walking over the counter to buy his food. He sat down an empty table, far away from the noise and munched down his chicken sandwich and apple juice. He could still hear some shouting from where he sat.
Then the mass of people began to cheer again. But this time it was different, and got his attention again.
There was some kind of shrieking coming from them. He knew what that was. It was a fist fight.
Was Kana in trouble?
He quickly rushed towards them and squeezed his way through the booming crowd.
"Ungh." Fujima got his breath knocked out of him. An elbow came out of nowhere and came in contact with his shoulder. He winced at the pain, but he still continued to fight his way in.
It was a really shocking scene for him when he reached the middle. Kana was fighting yet again, this time with a girl. The girl was bigger than her, but Kana seemed to be winning.
"Kana-san!" He called out.
That got her attention.
"Fujima-kun?" Her eyes wide. Then all of a sudden, while she was distracted, the other girl's fist came directly towards her face and punched her right on the cheek.
"Bitch!!!" Kana screamed in surprise, putting one hand over her face. She didn't topple down as she received the blow, instead she raised her fist and instantly punched the girl on the jaw knocking her off.
The girl's body slammed on the floor, unconscious. The crowd around them suddenly went wild and howled in amazement.
"What on earth do you think you're doing!?" Fujima kneeled on the floor to check the other girl's pulse. She was still breathing.
"She called me a whore! What was I supposed to do?" Kana protested, wiping her face with the sleeve of his jacket.
Before Fujima could add anything else, the crowd separated and maked way for a middle aged man with glasses and spiky hair.
"This will stop, now." The man announced.
"Of course, the fight's over, Mr. M." Kana answered coolly.
"I order you all to go to your respective classrooms." The man glared at every face his eyes could reach. "All, except for you, Matsuzawa-san." Then he looked at Fujima who was kneeling on the floor. "Could you please take Ishida-san to the clinic?"
Fujima nodded and helped the girl up. The he looked at Kana one last time and shook his head disappointedly.
Kana just shrugged and followed the other man out of the cafeteria.
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"Please be still, Fujima-san." The nurse said as she treated his bruise.
Fujima winced. "It's okay. You don't need to do that. Please tend to your other patients."
The nurse smiled. "I must treat you first. Ishida-san will be fine."
"No. Please. I'm late for my other class." He stood up and forced a smile. He noticed the nurse was blushing. When he mentioned the word - class, he remembered that he left his bag in the cafeteria. Fujima bowed his head at the nurse and left the clinic.
While walking, he saw a familiar face. With that person was his bag.
"I told you she was trouble." Yukari handed him his backpack.
"Thanks." Fujima replied, taking the bag and swinging it over his left shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to return your things. I saw you at the cafeteria with that boxing queen friend of yours."
He chose not to say anything.
"I checked your schedule. It looks like we'll be classmates for the whole semester." She smiled sweetly.
Great. That was all what he needed. A stuck-up snob who invaded his private life.
Yukari Sato accompanied Fujima to their next class and stayed with him until the rest of the day.
Economics was his last class and it ended about five-thirty in the afternoon. The rain seemed to abate by then. He gathered his things and walked out of the classroom before Yukari could catch up.
Walking all by himself in the corridors, he could sense girls gaping at him when he passed by. Fujima took out his car keys from his pocket and hurried to the school exit. When he got outside he saw Kana running down the stairs. He followed her every move, and it seemed that the commotion inside the cafeteria was really nothing to her. The girl stopped from running and jumped, then she landed safely in the arms of Eichiro. The couple looked at each other, smiling happily and kissed.
"Very good friends." Fujima nodded solemnly, looking away and walked towards the other side of the stairs.
He reached his two-door sports car and quickly drove out of the campus. To his dismay raindrops started to pour again. It grew darker and darker. Finally, he turned on his headlights to see the road.
While driving, his cellphone started to vibrate inside his bag. He reached in and fished out his flip-top phone.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Fujima, it's me." The voice replied.
"Hanagata!"
"So, how's our old captain doing so far?"
"Good, good. You?"
"Doing fine. How's my cousin treating you?"
"He's cool."
"School?"
"Today was my first day. Yours?"
"My classes start next week. Hasegawa and I are still looking for a place to stay for the school year."
"Still haven't found one, huh? I told you before, you guys can always go to Daigo with me."
"Daigo doesn't have med school."
Fujima laughed, narrowing his eyes on the road while driving as the rain continued to pour.
"How's the first day of class?"
"Interesting." He said, remembering of all the uncanny things that happened that morning.
"Interesting?"
"Yeah. College is a lot more different than senior high."
"I know. Joined the basketball club yet?"
Fujima shook his head. "No. Not yet. I'll try to concentrate on my studies first. I plan to enter when I reach second year. I enrolled a lot of subjects this semester and---" He saw a vague figure on the road and screamed. "HEY! Get out of the road!"
He quickly stepped on the brakes, making his car stop all of a sudden and produced a loud screech.
"I'll call you later, Hanagata. Something's up." He put down the phone and raced out of the car. The hard rain made it difficult for him to see and move. He walked to the front and found a woman crying helplessly on the ground.
"Are you all right?" He squinted and stooped down.
The girl looked up to him gravely. "I… I twisted my ankle." She said nervously.
"Don't worry. I'll help you." He offered and aided the girl into his car. Then he ran back to his seat and closed the door. Both of them were cold and soaked. Fujima ran his fingers through his wet hair and started the engine.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked, looking at her. The woman had short, chin length brown hair and brown eyes, her face was pale and her lips and fingers were trembling.
The girl gave a faint smile. "It's all right. I'm okay. The streets were very slippery."
"I'm new here, so I don't know where the hospital is yet. I could take you there just lead the way." He insisted.
"No. I'm really fine. It's not broken or anything. I could still walk."
"It's too dangerous if you walk alone at a time like this." Fujima explained while driving slowly. "Where can I drop you off?"
"I'm actually on my may to work." She wiped her face. "Maybe it's good if I just head home."
"Good idea," He agreed. "Where do you live?"
"Chisa Drive at Shun'en." The girl told him.
"You live in my area. That's fine, I know the way." Fujima made a quick left turn.
"Thank you, sir."
"It's Kenji. Fujima Kenji." He smiled.
"Nice to meet you, sir. I'm Sen, Nishimura Sen." She bowed and smiled back.
"Why do you keep calling me sir? I think we're just the same age."
Sen shook her head and laughed. "It's just my way when I speak to strangers. I might look a little young, but I'm sure I'm older than you are."
"Well, we're not really strangers now. Just call me Kenji or Fujima." Fujima took a quick glance at her before her made a right turn.
"Okay, Fujima-san." She paused. "Thank you again for your help."
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