Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be filthy rich right now... But... I'm not. It's sad, really.
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews!!! I love them all!!! I love YOU all!!! {Background music: 'Love Makes the World Go Round' by: The Powerpuff Girls} {chibi-onna: o.O} Um, sorry about that.. I sometimes get bouts of 'irregularities'... Just got out of the mental hospital. Horrendous medicine... Nice staff, though... Anyway, I hope you also like this one!
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Chapter 3: The New Guy
It was a beautiful morning at the Araiso Private High School. The sun is shining, the breeze is cool, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Students milled around, each with different businesses at hand. Some took the opportunity to study. Others hung out with their friends. But for Ookita, a beautiful morning consists of making at least five people miserable, bullying seven lower classmen, feasting on some innocent newbies, and planning 101 ways to get back at the Shitsukoubu for all the 'injustice' they did to him, each more gruesome than the next. Nothing but trouble, ne? But of course, to each his own.
The morning was anything but beautiful for the gangster. He was still short on newbies and freshmen to bully around. Right now, he'd settle for even just one of those to feel some semblance of fulfillment. Yes, he was that desperate. He mumbled a random curse as he rounded a corner. And as he did, a smirk found its way to his ugly face. Lady luck finally smiled at him.
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Meanwhile, Tokitou was grumbling to himself. One could catch some keywords but they weren't enough for him to make sense: words like 'PS2', 'slave-driver', 'stupid', 'Kubo-chan', 'orders', and 'why me?'. Of course, anyone who was chummy enough with the Shitsukoubu would be able to understand his current dilemma.
Apparently, Katsuragi had things her way again. She sent all the members of the Executive Committee on patrol, saying that she could man the headquarters alone and keep Fujisawa company while she's at it. Tokitou protested vehemently at the thought of leaving his half-finished game at the PS2, but when the slave-driver from hell insisted that they do individual rounds for his cheek, he immediately shut his trap. He was about to tell Kubota to say or do something, but decided against it when he saw the cheerful and accepting smile plastered on the face of the person in question.
Tokitou sighed. "Stupid Kubo-chan," he muttered, "following that woman's orders..." He had ignored the fact that he, too, complied with her terrorization----I mean, wishes. He lifted his gaze to the heavens and asked, for the umpteenth time, "Why me?" He knew it was such a useless thing to do, but he did it anyway. He was broken out of his ranting spree with a defiant tone of voice.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I told you already, or is your skull to thick for that to come through?" A sigh of exasperation. "It's for student insurance, okay? Now pay up." Ookita held out his palm.
"Show me some form of I.D. that connects you to this insurance thing."
The bully snorted. "I left it at home." Such a smooth liar, that one.
"No. I wouldn't trust such institutions that have irresponsible officers." For a new student, he was quite confident.
The gangster finally lost his temper. "Why you insolent--- I'll show you!"
"Show him what?" Tokitou had been disturbed from his rave. Perhaps he didn't have to intervene, but he did. It was his duty, after all.
Ookita turned, saw him and gulped. "I knew it was too good to be true..." he thought bitterly. Sulking, he backed off. It was a bad enough day, and he didn't want to ruin it further by acquiring physical damage from the fiesty Exec. Comm. member.
Tokitou turned to face the new student, but somehow, he never really paid much attention. "Hey," he greeted with a small smile, "Ya got spunk. Be careful, though. That one doesn't forget. Doesn't forgive, either." He paused. "If you need any help in dealing with those freaks, don't hesitate to ask assistance from the Shitsukoubu." He smiled again and went on with his patrol. He wasn't having a good day, but Tokitou thought it was rather pointless to lash out at anyone who came his way... Well, maybe except trouble-makers. For once they were excemptions to a rule.
"Anou, sumimasen.."
Tokitou was, again, broken out of his reverie. "Nani? ... Oh, it's you."
The newcomer smiled faintly. "Thanks.."
Tokitou just shrugged. "Don't worry about it, it's my job. You could've gotten out of the situation by yourself, anyway. I just prevented someone from being sent to the clinic." He winked, turned and walked away.
He was gone before the other boy had a chance to ask for his name.
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Kubota had his usual apathetic face on, one that the general public feared and/or respected. No one can ever read that guy. He's always cool, calm and collected, giving off an aura that says 'I don't give a fuck about your business so don't give a fuck about mine'. Either that or he's overcheerful, a dangerous unwavering smile decorating his boyishly attractive face. The others easily found the latter a lot scarier because that's when things ususally got ugly: that's when you cross Kubota Makoto's line... Or so they thought. They absolutely can't understand how on earth Tokitou could hang around with the guy so much. Well, apart from the rumors that the two were romantically involved, they had no clue whatsoever.
Kubota strolled down the path assigned to him. He never encountered a single casualty. Lucky him. When he finished, he made a beeline for his next class. Tokitou would probably do the same when he's done. His kitten was seething with anger when Katsuragi unplugged the PS2... He chuckled at the memory.
Kubota ducked his head to pass through the door. He made his way to his seat at the back and waited patiently for the kitten.
As if on cue, the door opened again to admit Tokitou. He waved to Kubota and went to his own desk, adjacent to his partner's.
"What took you so long?"
"A bit of trouble in the halls..."
It was then that the sensei decided to appear. "Good morning, class. We have a quiz today--" Groans were heard all over the room. "--but before that, I'd like you to know that you have a new classmate." He motioned for the new student to come in and introduce himself.
A handsome young man entered the room. Girls, bi's and gays practically swooned at his intimidating beauty. Even Tokitou was a bit stunned. A hand curled into a fist as this particular observation was made.
A low voice full of confidence and charm poured forth from the delicious-looking lips.
"Watashi wa Mano Akira desu. Douzo yoroshiku."
TBC
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A/N: Woohoo! I did it! I finished chapter 3!!! Oh, and before I forget, Mano Akira is from the shoujo manga "Never Give Up".. I forgot who the author is... But I still disclaim him, anyway... I know it's short again, but I can't help it!!! Sorry!!! In any case, please, r&r..
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews!!! I love them all!!! I love YOU all!!! {Background music: 'Love Makes the World Go Round' by: The Powerpuff Girls} {chibi-onna: o.O} Um, sorry about that.. I sometimes get bouts of 'irregularities'... Just got out of the mental hospital. Horrendous medicine... Nice staff, though... Anyway, I hope you also like this one!
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Chapter 3: The New Guy
It was a beautiful morning at the Araiso Private High School. The sun is shining, the breeze is cool, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Students milled around, each with different businesses at hand. Some took the opportunity to study. Others hung out with their friends. But for Ookita, a beautiful morning consists of making at least five people miserable, bullying seven lower classmen, feasting on some innocent newbies, and planning 101 ways to get back at the Shitsukoubu for all the 'injustice' they did to him, each more gruesome than the next. Nothing but trouble, ne? But of course, to each his own.
The morning was anything but beautiful for the gangster. He was still short on newbies and freshmen to bully around. Right now, he'd settle for even just one of those to feel some semblance of fulfillment. Yes, he was that desperate. He mumbled a random curse as he rounded a corner. And as he did, a smirk found its way to his ugly face. Lady luck finally smiled at him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile, Tokitou was grumbling to himself. One could catch some keywords but they weren't enough for him to make sense: words like 'PS2', 'slave-driver', 'stupid', 'Kubo-chan', 'orders', and 'why me?'. Of course, anyone who was chummy enough with the Shitsukoubu would be able to understand his current dilemma.
Apparently, Katsuragi had things her way again. She sent all the members of the Executive Committee on patrol, saying that she could man the headquarters alone and keep Fujisawa company while she's at it. Tokitou protested vehemently at the thought of leaving his half-finished game at the PS2, but when the slave-driver from hell insisted that they do individual rounds for his cheek, he immediately shut his trap. He was about to tell Kubota to say or do something, but decided against it when he saw the cheerful and accepting smile plastered on the face of the person in question.
Tokitou sighed. "Stupid Kubo-chan," he muttered, "following that woman's orders..." He had ignored the fact that he, too, complied with her terrorization----I mean, wishes. He lifted his gaze to the heavens and asked, for the umpteenth time, "Why me?" He knew it was such a useless thing to do, but he did it anyway. He was broken out of his ranting spree with a defiant tone of voice.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I told you already, or is your skull to thick for that to come through?" A sigh of exasperation. "It's for student insurance, okay? Now pay up." Ookita held out his palm.
"Show me some form of I.D. that connects you to this insurance thing."
The bully snorted. "I left it at home." Such a smooth liar, that one.
"No. I wouldn't trust such institutions that have irresponsible officers." For a new student, he was quite confident.
The gangster finally lost his temper. "Why you insolent--- I'll show you!"
"Show him what?" Tokitou had been disturbed from his rave. Perhaps he didn't have to intervene, but he did. It was his duty, after all.
Ookita turned, saw him and gulped. "I knew it was too good to be true..." he thought bitterly. Sulking, he backed off. It was a bad enough day, and he didn't want to ruin it further by acquiring physical damage from the fiesty Exec. Comm. member.
Tokitou turned to face the new student, but somehow, he never really paid much attention. "Hey," he greeted with a small smile, "Ya got spunk. Be careful, though. That one doesn't forget. Doesn't forgive, either." He paused. "If you need any help in dealing with those freaks, don't hesitate to ask assistance from the Shitsukoubu." He smiled again and went on with his patrol. He wasn't having a good day, but Tokitou thought it was rather pointless to lash out at anyone who came his way... Well, maybe except trouble-makers. For once they were excemptions to a rule.
"Anou, sumimasen.."
Tokitou was, again, broken out of his reverie. "Nani? ... Oh, it's you."
The newcomer smiled faintly. "Thanks.."
Tokitou just shrugged. "Don't worry about it, it's my job. You could've gotten out of the situation by yourself, anyway. I just prevented someone from being sent to the clinic." He winked, turned and walked away.
He was gone before the other boy had a chance to ask for his name.
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Kubota had his usual apathetic face on, one that the general public feared and/or respected. No one can ever read that guy. He's always cool, calm and collected, giving off an aura that says 'I don't give a fuck about your business so don't give a fuck about mine'. Either that or he's overcheerful, a dangerous unwavering smile decorating his boyishly attractive face. The others easily found the latter a lot scarier because that's when things ususally got ugly: that's when you cross Kubota Makoto's line... Or so they thought. They absolutely can't understand how on earth Tokitou could hang around with the guy so much. Well, apart from the rumors that the two were romantically involved, they had no clue whatsoever.
Kubota strolled down the path assigned to him. He never encountered a single casualty. Lucky him. When he finished, he made a beeline for his next class. Tokitou would probably do the same when he's done. His kitten was seething with anger when Katsuragi unplugged the PS2... He chuckled at the memory.
Kubota ducked his head to pass through the door. He made his way to his seat at the back and waited patiently for the kitten.
As if on cue, the door opened again to admit Tokitou. He waved to Kubota and went to his own desk, adjacent to his partner's.
"What took you so long?"
"A bit of trouble in the halls..."
It was then that the sensei decided to appear. "Good morning, class. We have a quiz today--" Groans were heard all over the room. "--but before that, I'd like you to know that you have a new classmate." He motioned for the new student to come in and introduce himself.
A handsome young man entered the room. Girls, bi's and gays practically swooned at his intimidating beauty. Even Tokitou was a bit stunned. A hand curled into a fist as this particular observation was made.
A low voice full of confidence and charm poured forth from the delicious-looking lips.
"Watashi wa Mano Akira desu. Douzo yoroshiku."
TBC
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A/N: Woohoo! I did it! I finished chapter 3!!! Oh, and before I forget, Mano Akira is from the shoujo manga "Never Give Up".. I forgot who the author is... But I still disclaim him, anyway... I know it's short again, but I can't help it!!! Sorry!!! In any case, please, r&r..