Title: Born a Fighter
Author: Gum-Happy
Chapter 2
Date Written: 5/28/03
Sorry! This took a long time to write, well anyways. Here's Chapter 2 ^_^;
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"So what do you think about the new guy?" Shuya Nanahara tilted his head a bit at Shougo. He then turned back to Shinji who was facing him, seated at his desk.
"Him? Eh... Not to be prejudice or anything. But that cut on his forehead looks a bit suspicious, don't you think?" Shinji leaned back in his chair, looking over to Shougo with his eyebrows slanted.
Shougo had been sitting there, reading quietly since Hayashida, or Dragonfly as they called him, last spoke up. Every now and then, Shougo would turn a page of his book, but nothing too active.
Shuya played with the eraser of his pencil with the tip of his thumb. "Do think we should go talk to him?"
Shinji folded his arms. "You can go, but I'd rather not have anything to do with him", he shrugged.
Shuya slumped his shoulders at this and looked to Shougo, then to Shinji. "Ah... Forget it then."
Shougo had heard most of their brief conversation. He looked away from his book and peered out the window. He could see a few people outside the gates of the school. A few female students walked by, probably planning to skip a class or two. As his eyes followed a bird that was flying past a roof, a loud ring echoed through his ears.
Mr. Hayashida spoke over the excited voices as the students got up to leave, "Alright so all you have to do tonight is go over your assignment I just gave you. I'll expect it in a pile, on my desk, first thing tomorrow morning."
Although everyone else rushed out of the room, Shougo took his time and slowly closed his book, got onto his feet and following after the small crowd.
As he stepped into the hallway there was a loud commotion, then a scream. Shougo wasn't very interested in what was going on, so he continued to head towards the gymnasium--that was his next class. But then a large body landed at his feet. The boy's right temple touched the toe of Shougo's left shoe. He looked up at Kawada with terrified eyes. Shougo could only look down at him, his face expressionless.
A basketball sneaker kicked at the boy's gut. Shougo's gazed turned to the assaulter. His hair was fairly long, he had that slightly naive look on his face and his lips were set into an ugly twist. The naive-looking boy looked back at Shougo with a bit of disgust, but then continued to kick the body. Just then, a slightly gruff voice spoke out.
"Leave him alone Ryuhei, we've got better things to do then watch you beat up a tub of lard."
Shougo's face then turned to the speaker. My god this guy was uglier than the first. He was tall, probably about two centimeters than Shougo. And he had a sneer on his face, which brought up even more of his ignorant image.
The assaulter, whose name was apparently Ryuhei, looked to the speaker and nodded. He turned his back to the poor boy that was on the floor--of course not before kicking him one last time. Then he spat.
"Fine, you're always ruining the fun." -He looked down at the boy-"This isn't over Yoshio."
As Shougo watched them walk off through a pair of doors, he heard a slight moan. The large figure that was lying at his feet had sat up. Yoshio turned and looked to Shougo, then his eyes widened. He let out a frightful yell, and quickly got to his feet and dashed off. A few papers fell out of his binder, but he didn't seem to care.
Shougo, although terribly confused, just shrugged and proceeded down the hall. With a loud creek he opened the door to the boy's locker room.
As Shougo closed the door behind him, he noticed the locker room reeked of sweat and the air was humid. His shoes landed heavily as he stepped towards his gym locker. It was a just across Shuya's--the boy talking to his friend earlier in Hayashida's class. Shuya had just pulled on his gym shirt, and he tilted his head to Shougo, observing him for a bit as he slammed his locker closed.
After Shougo had figured out the combination of his lock, he stood there for awhile, his gym clothes in a pile in front of him. 'How am I going to do this?' He thought to himself. He looked around a bit then just figured, 'Ah what the hell'.
As Shougo began to change, he thought of concealing his scars. But it was no use. There were too much to cover anyway. A small crowd formed on both ends of the passageway of the lockers as a several boys stared at Shougo's back, which was dotted with bullet marks. They were hideous; if anyone knew what he had been through it would be easy to suggest where most of them came from. But no one expected something like that to happen to a 9th grader right? Bullshit.
Kawada, now a little annoyed, looked back to the staring crowd and arched a brow. As though he predicted it, the students immediately stopped staring and walked back to their lockers. He let out a small sigh and smoothed out the wrinkles of the red T-shirt.
Kawada stepped out onto the wood polished floor of the gymnasium, the black bottoms of his sneakers left skid marks as he jogged towards the gym coach.
The coach turned around as Kawada tapped him on the shoulder. He stared blankly at Shougo for a bit, but then his face lit up as if something came to mind.
"Ah! You're the new student right? Pardon me; it must have slipped my mind."
The man looked at his list; it was in a small green binder, unlike the fancy leather grey one Hayashida carried around. He muttered Shougo's last name a few times to himself as he scanned the list.
"Here you are." He signaled over to a section of the gym. "You're playing basketball over at Court A today. So just tell the guys I sent you, and you shouldn't have any problem."
Shougo slowly nodded and paced to Court A; most of the boys hung out around the bleachers and the rest were just scattered in small groups around the court. He picked up a few conversations as he made his way towards, which seemed to be, the captain.
A rather bulky boy with a strange mushroom-like haircut stood there, basketball in hand. He was talking to another boy, both laughing from time to time.
"So you think Takako is hot?" The boy questioned.
The mushroom haired boy dribbled the ball once, and then spoke. "Yeah, she's pretty fine. Why, do you fantasize about her or something?" He smirked, shot the ball and missed.
"Damn, what guy around here doesn't? She's got a cold personality though. The only guy she even talks to is Hiroki Sugimura, lucky bastard...Hey what do you think about Yukie Utsumi?" He kicked his foot at the ground.
He froze like something struck him, "Yukie?? She talks too much."
Shougo was getting annoyed by the conversation, and finally spoke up.
"A little talking never hurt anyone."
The mushroom haired boy turned around a bit startled by Kawada's appearance. His face then turned into that of retort, a small sneer formed as he spoke.
"Aren't you a little old for 9th grade?"
Shougo scowled and said nothing, the boy's jaw line just tightened as the seconds passed.
Just then there was a loud whistle to the left of them. Shougo focused his eyes, it was Shinji Mimura. He stood there with the basketball in his left hand. A red beanie was pulled over his head, identical to his jersey. He threw up his right hand as he yelled, "Kazushi! Are we gonna play or what??"
The mushroom haired boy-- supposedly Kazushi, looked over to Shinji.
"Yeah okay."
Author: Gum-Happy
Chapter 2
Date Written: 5/28/03
Sorry! This took a long time to write, well anyways. Here's Chapter 2 ^_^;
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"So what do you think about the new guy?" Shuya Nanahara tilted his head a bit at Shougo. He then turned back to Shinji who was facing him, seated at his desk.
"Him? Eh... Not to be prejudice or anything. But that cut on his forehead looks a bit suspicious, don't you think?" Shinji leaned back in his chair, looking over to Shougo with his eyebrows slanted.
Shougo had been sitting there, reading quietly since Hayashida, or Dragonfly as they called him, last spoke up. Every now and then, Shougo would turn a page of his book, but nothing too active.
Shuya played with the eraser of his pencil with the tip of his thumb. "Do think we should go talk to him?"
Shinji folded his arms. "You can go, but I'd rather not have anything to do with him", he shrugged.
Shuya slumped his shoulders at this and looked to Shougo, then to Shinji. "Ah... Forget it then."
Shougo had heard most of their brief conversation. He looked away from his book and peered out the window. He could see a few people outside the gates of the school. A few female students walked by, probably planning to skip a class or two. As his eyes followed a bird that was flying past a roof, a loud ring echoed through his ears.
Mr. Hayashida spoke over the excited voices as the students got up to leave, "Alright so all you have to do tonight is go over your assignment I just gave you. I'll expect it in a pile, on my desk, first thing tomorrow morning."
Although everyone else rushed out of the room, Shougo took his time and slowly closed his book, got onto his feet and following after the small crowd.
As he stepped into the hallway there was a loud commotion, then a scream. Shougo wasn't very interested in what was going on, so he continued to head towards the gymnasium--that was his next class. But then a large body landed at his feet. The boy's right temple touched the toe of Shougo's left shoe. He looked up at Kawada with terrified eyes. Shougo could only look down at him, his face expressionless.
A basketball sneaker kicked at the boy's gut. Shougo's gazed turned to the assaulter. His hair was fairly long, he had that slightly naive look on his face and his lips were set into an ugly twist. The naive-looking boy looked back at Shougo with a bit of disgust, but then continued to kick the body. Just then, a slightly gruff voice spoke out.
"Leave him alone Ryuhei, we've got better things to do then watch you beat up a tub of lard."
Shougo's face then turned to the speaker. My god this guy was uglier than the first. He was tall, probably about two centimeters than Shougo. And he had a sneer on his face, which brought up even more of his ignorant image.
The assaulter, whose name was apparently Ryuhei, looked to the speaker and nodded. He turned his back to the poor boy that was on the floor--of course not before kicking him one last time. Then he spat.
"Fine, you're always ruining the fun." -He looked down at the boy-"This isn't over Yoshio."
As Shougo watched them walk off through a pair of doors, he heard a slight moan. The large figure that was lying at his feet had sat up. Yoshio turned and looked to Shougo, then his eyes widened. He let out a frightful yell, and quickly got to his feet and dashed off. A few papers fell out of his binder, but he didn't seem to care.
Shougo, although terribly confused, just shrugged and proceeded down the hall. With a loud creek he opened the door to the boy's locker room.
As Shougo closed the door behind him, he noticed the locker room reeked of sweat and the air was humid. His shoes landed heavily as he stepped towards his gym locker. It was a just across Shuya's--the boy talking to his friend earlier in Hayashida's class. Shuya had just pulled on his gym shirt, and he tilted his head to Shougo, observing him for a bit as he slammed his locker closed.
After Shougo had figured out the combination of his lock, he stood there for awhile, his gym clothes in a pile in front of him. 'How am I going to do this?' He thought to himself. He looked around a bit then just figured, 'Ah what the hell'.
As Shougo began to change, he thought of concealing his scars. But it was no use. There were too much to cover anyway. A small crowd formed on both ends of the passageway of the lockers as a several boys stared at Shougo's back, which was dotted with bullet marks. They were hideous; if anyone knew what he had been through it would be easy to suggest where most of them came from. But no one expected something like that to happen to a 9th grader right? Bullshit.
Kawada, now a little annoyed, looked back to the staring crowd and arched a brow. As though he predicted it, the students immediately stopped staring and walked back to their lockers. He let out a small sigh and smoothed out the wrinkles of the red T-shirt.
Kawada stepped out onto the wood polished floor of the gymnasium, the black bottoms of his sneakers left skid marks as he jogged towards the gym coach.
The coach turned around as Kawada tapped him on the shoulder. He stared blankly at Shougo for a bit, but then his face lit up as if something came to mind.
"Ah! You're the new student right? Pardon me; it must have slipped my mind."
The man looked at his list; it was in a small green binder, unlike the fancy leather grey one Hayashida carried around. He muttered Shougo's last name a few times to himself as he scanned the list.
"Here you are." He signaled over to a section of the gym. "You're playing basketball over at Court A today. So just tell the guys I sent you, and you shouldn't have any problem."
Shougo slowly nodded and paced to Court A; most of the boys hung out around the bleachers and the rest were just scattered in small groups around the court. He picked up a few conversations as he made his way towards, which seemed to be, the captain.
A rather bulky boy with a strange mushroom-like haircut stood there, basketball in hand. He was talking to another boy, both laughing from time to time.
"So you think Takako is hot?" The boy questioned.
The mushroom haired boy dribbled the ball once, and then spoke. "Yeah, she's pretty fine. Why, do you fantasize about her or something?" He smirked, shot the ball and missed.
"Damn, what guy around here doesn't? She's got a cold personality though. The only guy she even talks to is Hiroki Sugimura, lucky bastard...Hey what do you think about Yukie Utsumi?" He kicked his foot at the ground.
He froze like something struck him, "Yukie?? She talks too much."
Shougo was getting annoyed by the conversation, and finally spoke up.
"A little talking never hurt anyone."
The mushroom haired boy turned around a bit startled by Kawada's appearance. His face then turned into that of retort, a small sneer formed as he spoke.
"Aren't you a little old for 9th grade?"
Shougo scowled and said nothing, the boy's jaw line just tightened as the seconds passed.
Just then there was a loud whistle to the left of them. Shougo focused his eyes, it was Shinji Mimura. He stood there with the basketball in his left hand. A red beanie was pulled over his head, identical to his jersey. He threw up his right hand as he yelled, "Kazushi! Are we gonna play or what??"
The mushroom haired boy-- supposedly Kazushi, looked over to Shinji.
"Yeah okay."