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Chapter Five: Death and Rebirth
Gently, Tasuki lay Chichiri to the ground. As silent tears dripped down the bandit's face, the red-head moved the monk into a better position and brushed fallen bangs from his forehead. With a sad smile, Tasuki stroked Chichiri's cheek. "Wait fer me 'Chiri...I jus' gotta take care of somethin' first... He's too powerful for me t' defeat and stay standin'...but I'll take 'im with me..." The last suzaku sichiseishi in the Universe of the Four Gods stood and turned to the demon Naraku, giving him an icy glare. "Yer gonna die fer what ya jus' did, bastard." The bandit's fists clentched around the handle of his tessen.
Naraku laughed. "Do you really believe you can kill me and stay alive?" The demon smirked. "You will die right here, seishi."
Tasuki pointed his tessen at the ground. "I know I will." Tasuki smirked. "But I'm takin' you with me! REKKA!!" The fan was plunged into the ground. "SHINEN!!"
Miles away, you could still hear this cry for holy fire and see the light of the white hot flames that incinerated a field outside a villiage. There was only one thing left in the clearing, mong the ash, a fan made out of pure diamond. But unless you were there, you would never see the fan for it faded away minutes after the explosion.
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Junior Genrou walked down the hallway of his high school early one morning. He was minding his own buisness, going to his locker when from no where, like a shark striking, came a blur of violet and "GEN-CHAN!!" rang through the air.
"GAH!!" The red-head was tackled from behind and slammed into the floor, face first. "Ryuuen!!" He growled. "Get the hell offa me!"
The short, violet-haired senior crawled off his friend. "Gomen, gomen!" He stood and stuck out his tongue. "But you didn't hear me! I called you five times!"
The junior sat up, blinking. "Really? I didn't hear ya!"
"Thats what I was saying--aaa..." A passerby caught the senior's eyes, which followed the figure's every movement. "It's HIM..." Ryuuen sighed dreamily. "It's Saihitei..." The senior has stars in his eyes.
Genrou sweatdropped. "Why don'tcha go TALK t' him?"
Ryuuen spun around to face Genrou. "Are you CRAZY?!" The girlish looking senior went back to obsessing. "he's too perfect for the likes of me to talk to..." He gushed.
Genrou stuck an arm in the air and started waving it around. "Oi! Saihite--!! GAH!!" The poor red-head was slammed into a row of lockers and slid to the floor with Kenshin swirly eyes.
As Saihitei turned to look for his caller, Ryuuen whirled around before the brunette could see him. Not seeing anyone, Saihitei shrugged and kept walking.
When Saihitei was out of sight, Ryuuen whirled on Genrou and grabbed his shirt collar. "YOU IDIOT!! WHAT WRE YOU THINKING?! I'LL KILL YOU!!"
Genrou chuckled despite his dangerous position. "I was jus' tryin' t' help ya out with talkin t' him."
Ryuuen sighed, shaking his head, dropping his friend's collar. "I'll talk to him in my own time...maybe graduation day so he doesn't have to worry about me stalking him or something..."
Genrou took his turn to sign. "You really need some more self esteem." Ryuuen shrugged. "Now, what are ya here this early? Yer never here until five minutes 'till the bell."
Ryuuen crossed his arms. "Student council meeting. Thank god spring break tsarts after today."
Genrou blinked. "Studen council meetin'? On a Friday?"
"We're getting a new student today. Houjun Ri. We're meeting to find out if any of our schedules match any of his classes."
"Oh, I see..."
"Doukun got all the information on him that he could. The guy lives alone, he's a senior, he's eighteen and has no friends...."
"That ain't that much info. Usually the genius comes up with more than that..."
"Which means that only people close to him know alot...but he doesn't have any friends..."
Genrou grinned a fanged grin. "He will t'day."
Ryuuen looked at his watch. "Well I gotta run to my meeting! Ja!"
As Genrou watched his friend go he thought to himself. Houjun Ri... Why is that name so familiar...? The redhead shrugged and started back down the hall. An unfamiliar profile caught his eye as he approached the seniors' lockers.
Powder-blue hair and gravity defying bangs. Genrou froze. Atleast from the side, this guy looked gorgeous. The boy was short for being a senior. The eye that Genrou could see was a beautiful mahogany color and that eye's depths were so deep it was like a bottomless pit of shining spirit and passion. The boy's fram was lean and slightly muscular, his hair was pulled back into a ponytail that fell halfway down his back. This must be Houjun... How could anyone not want to be his friend?
Genrou reached out a hand and tapped the older boy's shoulder. "Are you Houjun?"
The senior turned to look up at the red-head and Genrou blinked, taken aback and startled. The blue-haired boy's left eye was shut, a long, jagged scar sealing it closed. The scar went from his left eye and trailed over the bridge of his nose and ended under his right eye.
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Houjun felt a tap on his shoulder. "Are you Houjun?"
The blue-haired senior turned and sighed when the speaker was taken aback, most likely because of his scar. He cursed inwardly when he took in the red-haired stranger's appearence because he had to fight not to blush. He had the most gorgeous red hair Houjun had ever seen, it was hard to believe it was natural but Houjun was sure that such a color could not be manufactured. The boy was taller than Houjun by a few inches. He had a body slightly more muscular thatn Houjun's own. He wore jeans, a white muscle shirt, and a leather biker's jacket finishing off the punk look. Two dangling earrings moved when the boy's head did and the unruly flaming locks of hair played across golden eyes set in a handsome face. Two fang-like teeth were visible in the boy's half open mouth and Houjun half felt his own mouth open slightly at the sight of this gorgeous guy. Houjun hoped and prayed that this boy wasn't a bully or gang memor or something to that extent. "Yes, I am, no da."
The red-head extended his hand. "I'm Genrou."
Houjun took the redhead's hand and shoot it. "I think you alkready know who I am, no da..." THe senior smiled. When they broke their handshake, Houjun grinned. If you're a bully, I've been at this school for a long time. IF you're not a bully, then I'm new here."
Genrou laughed. "Ya won't have'ta worry about bullies if ya stick with me. My friend Ryuuen an' I keep the bullies in check most of th' time." Houjun smiled. "Do ya need some help findin' yer homeroom or firs' period class? Th' day is gonna start soon, so..."
The blue-haired boy nodded. "That would be wonderful, no da. Arigato, na no da. My first class is Calculus, no da."
Genrou looked up at the ceiling in thought. "Homeroom...R... Oh yer lucky. Yer homeroom and firs' period class are in the same room. 'Ere, follow me." The redhead waved the new student to follow and started walking down the hall as the senior closed his locker and followed him.
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As Genrou started towards his own homeroom, Ryuuen ran up next to him. "Gen-chan! I got something for you~!" THe senior said, giggling, waving a paper around in Genrou's face.
The redhead snatched up the paper. "What is it?"
"I was watching you and Houjun. So, I brought you a copy of his schedule."
Genrou's eyes scanned down the paper. "Thanks Ryuuen!" The red-head then proceded to mentally change his routes between classes so that he could see the cerulean-haired student as often as he could. This was going to be a great final quarter.
****
Houjun walked out of his fourth period class with his heart half fluttering in his chest. After every class, Genrou was always somewhere in sight. The redhead would walk by with a smile or wave and Houjun found it hard not to melt into a puddle on the floor. Houjun had never given much thought to his sexual preference and wasn't really surprised to find that he red-haired Genrou sent his heart speeding up. The blue-haired senior feld that the boy's name was familiar...there was always something about the hair and those fangs... He blinked, shaking his head. Careful Houjun or you're liable to walk into a wall...Lunch. Houjun didn't realise how hungry he was until now. I wonder if Genrou has the same lunch period as I do... The senior opened his locker and pulled out his lunch. Well, I'll find out I guess...
****
Genrou wanted to skip down the hall. He and Houjun had the same lunch period! The junior felt liek he was in the clouds...until reality sent him crashing to the ground. Since when did I like guys...? The redhead shook his head, tossing his flaming curls around. Since when did I care? I've been best friends with Ryuu long enough. I guess I'm even more open minded than I thought. He chuckled in his mind.
The redhead walked into the careteria and looked around for a head of blue hair. Spotting his target, he moved into the lunch line, keeping an eye on the senior sitting alone off in the corner of the cafeteria.
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Houjun sighed as he ate his sandwich half-heartedly. There hadn't been a sign of Genrou anywhere. I guess we have different lunch periods no da... But a flash of red-orange caught the corner of his eye and his head short up. Genrou was moving into the lunch line! And he was looking Houjun's way! The blue-haired boy's heart started to pound in his chest and his stomach tied itself in knots. No one had ever, ever made Houjun feel this way. His heart felt like it would burst in his chest as Genrou came out of the line and started over towards him. Calm DOWN, Houjun...
Genrou walked over with his tray and smiled. "May I sit 'ere?"
Houjun nodded, not yet trusting his mouth to speak. As Genrou set his tray down and began to sit...there was a violet blure and..."GEN-CHAN~!!!"
"GAH!"
Houjun watched, blinking rapidly as Genrou was tackled to the tiled floor by a human, violet-haired battering ram. "...Genrou, no da...?" He blinked again.
"Ryuuen, get OFF!"
The violet-haired boy once again crawled off his friend and jumped to his feet. "hey, Houjun!" He waved.
Genrou pulled himself into his chair. "You two know each other?"
Ryuuen plopped into a chair. "yeah, we're in art class together! But Houjun refuses to let me see his cketches!"
Genrou sweatdropped. "Maybe cuz they aren't sketches? Ya don't know th' difference between pain and pastels! Ya got int' that class cuz Saihitei is in it."
Ryuuen crossed his arms. "I'm learning things! I'm actually enjoying it!"
Houjun couldn't help but start to laughing at this conversation. He could tell, these two were good friends.
****
As Genrou continued to argue with Ryuuen, a sweet, soft sound reached his ears. It was a laugh, the sweetest, clearest laugh that Genrou had ever heard. Stopping his bickering, Gnerou looked up and saw that the source of the laughter was Houjun. The redhead smiled. "So, how's yer first day of school?"
"It's been good, na no da. It could have been better though."
"Oh?"
Houjun smiled as if unaware of what his next statement could imply. "Hai, you could have been in my classes, no da." He pretended not to notice when Genrou blushed.
"Well, I..." Gnerou didn't get a chance to finish as the loud speaker came on.
"Due to a date mix up, today's afternoon classes are canceled! Have a nice spring break!"
While Genrou leapt from his seat, shouting cheers, Ryuuen blinked. "Will wonders never cease?"
Houjun put the rest of his food back into his lunch bag. "I have a few books to put in my locker, but you two are more than welcome to come over to my apartment for a while." He smiled, standing, walking off with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
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As Houjun went to walk back into the cafeteria, a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around roughly. "Hey, newbie. I gots a proposition for ya." Houjun found himself looking up into the face of enji Koto. Enji had been held back four times from graduating and Houjun was also told that the teachers were too afraid to do anything about his bullying activities because his brother was the leader of the most powerful and dangerous gang in town. Enji and his posse were the only bullies that weren't kept at bay by Gnerou and Ryuuen, one girl had told Houjun. "If you do my homework, you won't be bothered by me an' my boys."
But despite all that, Houjun was ont about to be pushed around. "No, thank you for the kind offer, but I won't do anyone's homework for them, no da."
Enji's eyes narroed. "Ya think yer tough? Scar face? Hmm?" Houjun remained silent. "And what the hell is up with the stupid "no da"? Freak."
Houjun turned away and continued back towards the cafeteria. "Ja."
A hand grabbed the back of his shirt, pulled him around, and Houjun found himseld doubled over an arm that belonged to the fist which had drilled itself into his stomach. As the blue-haired boy tried to catch his breath, a hand cam down and hit the back of his neck, sending his vision into stars and black sparks. "...Tasuki... no da..." Was what came to his lips before he slipped into unconciousness.
****
Genrou looked up sharply and Ryuuen looked over at him. "What's wrong?
"I jus'...got an odd feelin'... Liek a hand clentched around m' heart..." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Somethin's happened t' Houjun..." The redhead leapt to his feet and bolted out of the door.
"Genrou!!" Ryuuen exclaimed, starting after him. The violet-haired boy ran after him, but Genrou was famous for his speed. Trying to catch up, Ryuuen rounded the corner only to slam into someone. With a cry, he started to fall, but strong arms caught him and the senior's eyes flew open. "Gomen nasa--!" Lilac eyes met goldenrod. "S-saihitei!" A light blush crept onto Ryuuen's cheeks. "I-I-I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I..I..."
Saihitei put a finger to Ryuuen's lips to silence him. "I should have been watching where I was going." The soft deep voice sent shivers up Ryuuen's spine. "I've been watching you, Ryuuen."
He knows my name~! Wai! Wai! Ryuuen blushed. "O-oh?" The short senior squeaked.
"Yes...I have..." He smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Blushing furiously, Ryuuen shook his head. "Well...I'll be the first. You're very beautiful."
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Genrou cursed vhenemly when he saw Houjun's backpack by his locker, on the floor. "What or who coulda..." HE stopped and his golden eyes narrowed. "Enji." He knew where Houjun was and could only pray for the senior's safety as he ran out of the school, hoping he wasn't too late.
****
With a groan, Houjun's eye fluttered open. "Where...?" He stopped, his vision focusing in on his surroundings. He was in a dark alleyway and enji's gan was standing over him and around the alleyway as if waiting for something or someone.
Enji walked up and towered over Houjun, smirking. "Well, well, aren't you a feisty one? Not many wake up the same hour they're hit like that." The delinquent pulled the senior up by his shirt collar, the blue-haired boy's wrists and ankles were bound tightly. "Nothin' personal, but I've gots a score t' settle with Genrou, an' yer the easiest way t' lure 'im here."
Houjun's eye narrowed. "If you touch him, I swear I'll--"
He was cut off as Enji shoved a gag in his mouth. "You'll do what?" He kneed Houjun in teh stomach and smirked when teh boy's eye flew wide with pain. He let the blue-haired senior sink to his knees as his attention was drawn to the end of the allway. "Been a long time, Genrou."
"Let 'im go." Genrou stated dangerously.
Enji chuckled darkly. "I will....if you can beat the gang."
Houjun lifted his head weakly, trying to focus his vision. Genrou, no da... He can't fight them all on his own, no da...
Genrou cracked his knuckles. "A'ight. I beat th' shit outta 'em before an' I kin do it again."
Enji raised a hand. "Go! Beat 'im to a pulp!"
Houjun held his breath as five members of Kenji's gang lept at Genrou, followed by five more, then the last three. He then watched in awe as each member of Kenji's group was thrown back as soon as they came near the firey haired junior. Genrou's movements were lightning fast and each had an impact harder than a brick. As he drop-kicked the last of Kenji's gag, Genrou smirked. "Easier than before."
Enji chuckled. "I planned on that...but my bro lent me a few of his gang." Five older men stepped from the shadows.
With knives.
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Gah...so..tired.... *yawns and stretches* Its...11:33pm...Imma go to bed now...Review responses will be in next chapter...nighty...*Curls up on bed*
Chapter Five: Death and Rebirth
Gently, Tasuki lay Chichiri to the ground. As silent tears dripped down the bandit's face, the red-head moved the monk into a better position and brushed fallen bangs from his forehead. With a sad smile, Tasuki stroked Chichiri's cheek. "Wait fer me 'Chiri...I jus' gotta take care of somethin' first... He's too powerful for me t' defeat and stay standin'...but I'll take 'im with me..." The last suzaku sichiseishi in the Universe of the Four Gods stood and turned to the demon Naraku, giving him an icy glare. "Yer gonna die fer what ya jus' did, bastard." The bandit's fists clentched around the handle of his tessen.
Naraku laughed. "Do you really believe you can kill me and stay alive?" The demon smirked. "You will die right here, seishi."
Tasuki pointed his tessen at the ground. "I know I will." Tasuki smirked. "But I'm takin' you with me! REKKA!!" The fan was plunged into the ground. "SHINEN!!"
Miles away, you could still hear this cry for holy fire and see the light of the white hot flames that incinerated a field outside a villiage. There was only one thing left in the clearing, mong the ash, a fan made out of pure diamond. But unless you were there, you would never see the fan for it faded away minutes after the explosion.
****
Junior Genrou walked down the hallway of his high school early one morning. He was minding his own buisness, going to his locker when from no where, like a shark striking, came a blur of violet and "GEN-CHAN!!" rang through the air.
"GAH!!" The red-head was tackled from behind and slammed into the floor, face first. "Ryuuen!!" He growled. "Get the hell offa me!"
The short, violet-haired senior crawled off his friend. "Gomen, gomen!" He stood and stuck out his tongue. "But you didn't hear me! I called you five times!"
The junior sat up, blinking. "Really? I didn't hear ya!"
"Thats what I was saying--aaa..." A passerby caught the senior's eyes, which followed the figure's every movement. "It's HIM..." Ryuuen sighed dreamily. "It's Saihitei..." The senior has stars in his eyes.
Genrou sweatdropped. "Why don'tcha go TALK t' him?"
Ryuuen spun around to face Genrou. "Are you CRAZY?!" The girlish looking senior went back to obsessing. "he's too perfect for the likes of me to talk to..." He gushed.
Genrou stuck an arm in the air and started waving it around. "Oi! Saihite--!! GAH!!" The poor red-head was slammed into a row of lockers and slid to the floor with Kenshin swirly eyes.
As Saihitei turned to look for his caller, Ryuuen whirled around before the brunette could see him. Not seeing anyone, Saihitei shrugged and kept walking.
When Saihitei was out of sight, Ryuuen whirled on Genrou and grabbed his shirt collar. "YOU IDIOT!! WHAT WRE YOU THINKING?! I'LL KILL YOU!!"
Genrou chuckled despite his dangerous position. "I was jus' tryin' t' help ya out with talkin t' him."
Ryuuen sighed, shaking his head, dropping his friend's collar. "I'll talk to him in my own time...maybe graduation day so he doesn't have to worry about me stalking him or something..."
Genrou took his turn to sign. "You really need some more self esteem." Ryuuen shrugged. "Now, what are ya here this early? Yer never here until five minutes 'till the bell."
Ryuuen crossed his arms. "Student council meeting. Thank god spring break tsarts after today."
Genrou blinked. "Studen council meetin'? On a Friday?"
"We're getting a new student today. Houjun Ri. We're meeting to find out if any of our schedules match any of his classes."
"Oh, I see..."
"Doukun got all the information on him that he could. The guy lives alone, he's a senior, he's eighteen and has no friends...."
"That ain't that much info. Usually the genius comes up with more than that..."
"Which means that only people close to him know alot...but he doesn't have any friends..."
Genrou grinned a fanged grin. "He will t'day."
Ryuuen looked at his watch. "Well I gotta run to my meeting! Ja!"
As Genrou watched his friend go he thought to himself. Houjun Ri... Why is that name so familiar...? The redhead shrugged and started back down the hall. An unfamiliar profile caught his eye as he approached the seniors' lockers.
Powder-blue hair and gravity defying bangs. Genrou froze. Atleast from the side, this guy looked gorgeous. The boy was short for being a senior. The eye that Genrou could see was a beautiful mahogany color and that eye's depths were so deep it was like a bottomless pit of shining spirit and passion. The boy's fram was lean and slightly muscular, his hair was pulled back into a ponytail that fell halfway down his back. This must be Houjun... How could anyone not want to be his friend?
Genrou reached out a hand and tapped the older boy's shoulder. "Are you Houjun?"
The senior turned to look up at the red-head and Genrou blinked, taken aback and startled. The blue-haired boy's left eye was shut, a long, jagged scar sealing it closed. The scar went from his left eye and trailed over the bridge of his nose and ended under his right eye.
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Houjun felt a tap on his shoulder. "Are you Houjun?"
The blue-haired senior turned and sighed when the speaker was taken aback, most likely because of his scar. He cursed inwardly when he took in the red-haired stranger's appearence because he had to fight not to blush. He had the most gorgeous red hair Houjun had ever seen, it was hard to believe it was natural but Houjun was sure that such a color could not be manufactured. The boy was taller than Houjun by a few inches. He had a body slightly more muscular thatn Houjun's own. He wore jeans, a white muscle shirt, and a leather biker's jacket finishing off the punk look. Two dangling earrings moved when the boy's head did and the unruly flaming locks of hair played across golden eyes set in a handsome face. Two fang-like teeth were visible in the boy's half open mouth and Houjun half felt his own mouth open slightly at the sight of this gorgeous guy. Houjun hoped and prayed that this boy wasn't a bully or gang memor or something to that extent. "Yes, I am, no da."
The red-head extended his hand. "I'm Genrou."
Houjun took the redhead's hand and shoot it. "I think you alkready know who I am, no da..." THe senior smiled. When they broke their handshake, Houjun grinned. If you're a bully, I've been at this school for a long time. IF you're not a bully, then I'm new here."
Genrou laughed. "Ya won't have'ta worry about bullies if ya stick with me. My friend Ryuuen an' I keep the bullies in check most of th' time." Houjun smiled. "Do ya need some help findin' yer homeroom or firs' period class? Th' day is gonna start soon, so..."
The blue-haired boy nodded. "That would be wonderful, no da. Arigato, na no da. My first class is Calculus, no da."
Genrou looked up at the ceiling in thought. "Homeroom...R... Oh yer lucky. Yer homeroom and firs' period class are in the same room. 'Ere, follow me." The redhead waved the new student to follow and started walking down the hall as the senior closed his locker and followed him.
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As Genrou started towards his own homeroom, Ryuuen ran up next to him. "Gen-chan! I got something for you~!" THe senior said, giggling, waving a paper around in Genrou's face.
The redhead snatched up the paper. "What is it?"
"I was watching you and Houjun. So, I brought you a copy of his schedule."
Genrou's eyes scanned down the paper. "Thanks Ryuuen!" The red-head then proceded to mentally change his routes between classes so that he could see the cerulean-haired student as often as he could. This was going to be a great final quarter.
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Houjun walked out of his fourth period class with his heart half fluttering in his chest. After every class, Genrou was always somewhere in sight. The redhead would walk by with a smile or wave and Houjun found it hard not to melt into a puddle on the floor. Houjun had never given much thought to his sexual preference and wasn't really surprised to find that he red-haired Genrou sent his heart speeding up. The blue-haired senior feld that the boy's name was familiar...there was always something about the hair and those fangs... He blinked, shaking his head. Careful Houjun or you're liable to walk into a wall...Lunch. Houjun didn't realise how hungry he was until now. I wonder if Genrou has the same lunch period as I do... The senior opened his locker and pulled out his lunch. Well, I'll find out I guess...
****
Genrou wanted to skip down the hall. He and Houjun had the same lunch period! The junior felt liek he was in the clouds...until reality sent him crashing to the ground. Since when did I like guys...? The redhead shook his head, tossing his flaming curls around. Since when did I care? I've been best friends with Ryuu long enough. I guess I'm even more open minded than I thought. He chuckled in his mind.
The redhead walked into the careteria and looked around for a head of blue hair. Spotting his target, he moved into the lunch line, keeping an eye on the senior sitting alone off in the corner of the cafeteria.
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Houjun sighed as he ate his sandwich half-heartedly. There hadn't been a sign of Genrou anywhere. I guess we have different lunch periods no da... But a flash of red-orange caught the corner of his eye and his head short up. Genrou was moving into the lunch line! And he was looking Houjun's way! The blue-haired boy's heart started to pound in his chest and his stomach tied itself in knots. No one had ever, ever made Houjun feel this way. His heart felt like it would burst in his chest as Genrou came out of the line and started over towards him. Calm DOWN, Houjun...
Genrou walked over with his tray and smiled. "May I sit 'ere?"
Houjun nodded, not yet trusting his mouth to speak. As Genrou set his tray down and began to sit...there was a violet blure and..."GEN-CHAN~!!!"
"GAH!"
Houjun watched, blinking rapidly as Genrou was tackled to the tiled floor by a human, violet-haired battering ram. "...Genrou, no da...?" He blinked again.
"Ryuuen, get OFF!"
The violet-haired boy once again crawled off his friend and jumped to his feet. "hey, Houjun!" He waved.
Genrou pulled himself into his chair. "You two know each other?"
Ryuuen plopped into a chair. "yeah, we're in art class together! But Houjun refuses to let me see his cketches!"
Genrou sweatdropped. "Maybe cuz they aren't sketches? Ya don't know th' difference between pain and pastels! Ya got int' that class cuz Saihitei is in it."
Ryuuen crossed his arms. "I'm learning things! I'm actually enjoying it!"
Houjun couldn't help but start to laughing at this conversation. He could tell, these two were good friends.
****
As Genrou continued to argue with Ryuuen, a sweet, soft sound reached his ears. It was a laugh, the sweetest, clearest laugh that Genrou had ever heard. Stopping his bickering, Gnerou looked up and saw that the source of the laughter was Houjun. The redhead smiled. "So, how's yer first day of school?"
"It's been good, na no da. It could have been better though."
"Oh?"
Houjun smiled as if unaware of what his next statement could imply. "Hai, you could have been in my classes, no da." He pretended not to notice when Genrou blushed.
"Well, I..." Gnerou didn't get a chance to finish as the loud speaker came on.
"Due to a date mix up, today's afternoon classes are canceled! Have a nice spring break!"
While Genrou leapt from his seat, shouting cheers, Ryuuen blinked. "Will wonders never cease?"
Houjun put the rest of his food back into his lunch bag. "I have a few books to put in my locker, but you two are more than welcome to come over to my apartment for a while." He smiled, standing, walking off with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
****
As Houjun went to walk back into the cafeteria, a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around roughly. "Hey, newbie. I gots a proposition for ya." Houjun found himself looking up into the face of enji Koto. Enji had been held back four times from graduating and Houjun was also told that the teachers were too afraid to do anything about his bullying activities because his brother was the leader of the most powerful and dangerous gang in town. Enji and his posse were the only bullies that weren't kept at bay by Gnerou and Ryuuen, one girl had told Houjun. "If you do my homework, you won't be bothered by me an' my boys."
But despite all that, Houjun was ont about to be pushed around. "No, thank you for the kind offer, but I won't do anyone's homework for them, no da."
Enji's eyes narroed. "Ya think yer tough? Scar face? Hmm?" Houjun remained silent. "And what the hell is up with the stupid "no da"? Freak."
Houjun turned away and continued back towards the cafeteria. "Ja."
A hand grabbed the back of his shirt, pulled him around, and Houjun found himseld doubled over an arm that belonged to the fist which had drilled itself into his stomach. As the blue-haired boy tried to catch his breath, a hand cam down and hit the back of his neck, sending his vision into stars and black sparks. "...Tasuki... no da..." Was what came to his lips before he slipped into unconciousness.
****
Genrou looked up sharply and Ryuuen looked over at him. "What's wrong?
"I jus'...got an odd feelin'... Liek a hand clentched around m' heart..." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Somethin's happened t' Houjun..." The redhead leapt to his feet and bolted out of the door.
"Genrou!!" Ryuuen exclaimed, starting after him. The violet-haired boy ran after him, but Genrou was famous for his speed. Trying to catch up, Ryuuen rounded the corner only to slam into someone. With a cry, he started to fall, but strong arms caught him and the senior's eyes flew open. "Gomen nasa--!" Lilac eyes met goldenrod. "S-saihitei!" A light blush crept onto Ryuuen's cheeks. "I-I-I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I..I..."
Saihitei put a finger to Ryuuen's lips to silence him. "I should have been watching where I was going." The soft deep voice sent shivers up Ryuuen's spine. "I've been watching you, Ryuuen."
He knows my name~! Wai! Wai! Ryuuen blushed. "O-oh?" The short senior squeaked.
"Yes...I have..." He smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Blushing furiously, Ryuuen shook his head. "Well...I'll be the first. You're very beautiful."
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Genrou cursed vhenemly when he saw Houjun's backpack by his locker, on the floor. "What or who coulda..." HE stopped and his golden eyes narrowed. "Enji." He knew where Houjun was and could only pray for the senior's safety as he ran out of the school, hoping he wasn't too late.
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With a groan, Houjun's eye fluttered open. "Where...?" He stopped, his vision focusing in on his surroundings. He was in a dark alleyway and enji's gan was standing over him and around the alleyway as if waiting for something or someone.
Enji walked up and towered over Houjun, smirking. "Well, well, aren't you a feisty one? Not many wake up the same hour they're hit like that." The delinquent pulled the senior up by his shirt collar, the blue-haired boy's wrists and ankles were bound tightly. "Nothin' personal, but I've gots a score t' settle with Genrou, an' yer the easiest way t' lure 'im here."
Houjun's eye narrowed. "If you touch him, I swear I'll--"
He was cut off as Enji shoved a gag in his mouth. "You'll do what?" He kneed Houjun in teh stomach and smirked when teh boy's eye flew wide with pain. He let the blue-haired senior sink to his knees as his attention was drawn to the end of the allway. "Been a long time, Genrou."
"Let 'im go." Genrou stated dangerously.
Enji chuckled darkly. "I will....if you can beat the gang."
Houjun lifted his head weakly, trying to focus his vision. Genrou, no da... He can't fight them all on his own, no da...
Genrou cracked his knuckles. "A'ight. I beat th' shit outta 'em before an' I kin do it again."
Enji raised a hand. "Go! Beat 'im to a pulp!"
Houjun held his breath as five members of Kenji's gang lept at Genrou, followed by five more, then the last three. He then watched in awe as each member of Kenji's group was thrown back as soon as they came near the firey haired junior. Genrou's movements were lightning fast and each had an impact harder than a brick. As he drop-kicked the last of Kenji's gag, Genrou smirked. "Easier than before."
Enji chuckled. "I planned on that...but my bro lent me a few of his gang." Five older men stepped from the shadows.
With knives.
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Gah...so..tired.... *yawns and stretches* Its...11:33pm...Imma go to bed now...Review responses will be in next chapter...nighty...*Curls up on bed*