All righty...my first fic on here. Let's see how it goes...
Disclaimer: I, like every other fanfic writer on here, do NOT own the show I am writing a fic about, namely, Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, I would be a lot richer than I am now. I do, however, own most of these characters...for whatever that's worth.
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~Soldiers of Spirit-The Tensaari Saga~
Chapter 1-Tomogata
"Well? Does anyone know the answer?"
Sighing, I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible as Ms. Yumo gazed around the classroom. She was going to pick me; I just knew it. Ms. Yumo always picked me to answer questions when there were no volunteers. Probably because I usually knew the answer, and she wanted to demonstrate that if someone paid attention in class, they would learn. That was probably the reason I was Ms. Yumo's favorite pupil, and also probably the reason why pretty much everyone in our ninth-grade math class hated me. Couldn't the teacher see that with every question she picked me to answer, and every compliment she gave me, she was just making the class hate me more and more? Not that they were making it any easier on me. It was an easy question; surely I wasn't the only person in class to know it. Yet none of us raised our hands, and the silence dragged on, as Ms. Yumo realized nobody was going to volunteer.
"Tomogata? How about you?"
I let out a small groan and looked mournfully at Merrakai, two rows back and three to the right of me, who sent me a sympathetic glance in return. He was probably my only friend in this class, and he understood my frustration. He would have helped if he knew the answer, I was sure, but there was nothing that could be done now.
"Tomogata?"
Shifting uneasily, I finally answered her. "The formula for finding the area of a circle is pi times radius squared, and the formula for finding the circumference is pi times diameter, or pi times radius times 2."
"Very good," she said smugly, looking around at the rest of the class. "At least I have one student who listens and learns."
I sank down further into my chair, feeling the hateful stares of my classmates burn on the back of my neck. Did Ms. Yumo have any idea what she was doing to me? Now I would have to get out of school fast if I wanted to get home without getting something stolen. Or broken.
The rest of the period was spent in mostly silence as we copied down notes on circumferences and areas and the like. When the bell rang, I shoved my way out the door and half-ran to my locker, panting as I spun the combination out.
"Man, Tomo," Merrakai said as he came up behind me, "Ms. Yumo really has it in for you, doesn't she? Did you see some of the looks you were getting in class? I'd get out of here quick if you wanna keep your health."
"Thanks, Merrakai," I said ruefully. "Any chance you can walk with me today?" I felt pretty pathetic asking for Merrakai's protection, but my tall, black-haired friend was one of the toughest guys at school. He would discourage most potential attackers.
"Nope, sorry. I've got detention after school," he replied. "I should probably get to that, by the way. See ya later, Tomo." He jogged off, leaving me alone and, as I knew, pretty defenseless.
Threading my way through the crowd, I made it out of the school with no trouble. As I turned the corner and started down the sidewalk towards home, I felt optimistic. Maybe I would get home fine after all. Perhaps Ms. Yumo actually hadn't signed my death warrant this afternoon. Glancing ahead at the people walking towards me, I suddenly stopped cold. Maybe Ms. Yumo had signed it, at that.
The five immense, beefy boys surrounded me and slowly pushed me into a side alley. I felt a cold flash of fear. If they didn't actually want to be seen, they must be planning something really bad this time. Sweat coursed down my back in torrents, but I tried to make my voice firm as we stopped moving. "What do you want now, Seriasko?"
The tallest, most muscled one of the lot stepped forward, grinning, while his cronies fanned out to make sure I didn't escape. Whenever torment was involved, especially mine, Gima Seriasko was usually at the forefront, grinning wickedly. "Nothing much, Ryu," he replied. "We just came to ask you to lighten up in math. You know, maybe get a question wrong once in a while, and stop making the rest of us look like morons."
"I gave you a perfectly good chance today," I said, my voice quaking. "It's not my fault you didn't-"
I cut off as Seriasko's fist slammed into my stomach, cutting off my breathing and making me double up with pain. "I didn't give you permission to talk, Ryu," he said. "This isn't like math class, where you're Ms. Yumo's favorite little boy, nice, perfect little Tomo Ryu. Here, you're weak little Tomogata, and you don't mouth off to me, or I hurt you."
Gasping, I slumped to the ground, trying to force some air back into my lungs. "How does it feel, little Tomo?" Seriasko grinned, "Do you like being made a fool of? 'Cause I sure don't. And I'm gonna make that clear to you." The next thing I felt was his foot connecting with my face, and my head exploded with pain. Through the haze, I heard Seriasko continue in a taunting tone.
"Poor little Tomo, weak little Tomo. Not so fun to make fun of us now, is it? You're a pathetic, snobby bastard who's talks big, but is too weak to back it up. Weak little pisshead, you are. Just like your dear old dad."
Even as I lay bleeding on the floor, my fist clenched. Seriasko never missed an opportunity to insult my weakness, or my family. And he had done it so many times before, but this time it was really...pissing...me...off.
"Oh, getting angry now, little Tomo? Gonna hurt me, gonna punch me, gonna kill me? You go ahead and try. Any time you want, go ahead. I just want an excuse to put you through the meat grinder. You and your whole family of snobby shitheads."
Rage flared up in me, pulsed like a red-hot flame. The flame spread to all parts of me, filling me with new fire, new vigour. I was on a breaking point, somewhere I had never gone before, about to overflow with rage. And Seriasko still continued.
"You know what I think? I think the only reason you be so smart and such a good little boy in school is cause your mommy needs you to. And you know why? Cause she's so drunk and drugged up that she's gonna rely on you for money for the rest of her life, being the useless bitch she is."
He had gone too far. Something inside of me snapped. The fire turned into a raging inferno, which cocooned my whole body in white-hot hate. I was done listening to Seriasko and all his taunts. I was done being helpless, being pathetic in front of this bastard. I was done being weaker than him. I pushed myself to my feet, blood and anger pounding like a war drum in my skull.
"Holy shit!" one of Seriasko's cronies exclaimed. "Look at him! He's...he's...what the hell is happening to him?"
A small fraction of my mind noticed that this was probably a rational reaction. My body was surrounded by some glowing, bright blue-white aura that shone and waved eerily. Most of me didn't care, though. Most of me was focused on one thing: hurting Seriasko as badly as possible.
Lunging forward at him much faster than I could have normally, I noticed Seriasko's face, usually so smug around me, was filled with fear. I enjoyed his fear. I hungered for his fear, and his pain. Despite my mind not having any idea what to do, my body reacted quickly, slamming a knee into Seriasko's stomach. He groaned loudly, eyes widening in shock in pain. Screaming with rage, I pulled back a fist and slammed it into the side of his head harder than I could have thought it was possible for anyone to hit. I felt something crumple under the force before Seriasko was thrown backwards, at tremendous speed, into his cronies and collapsing onto the ground, motionless.
Seriasko's cronies stared at me, eyes widening in shock. I took a small step forward towards them, my head still pounding, but they grabbed their boss and ran away like the hounds of Hades were chasing them. Stopping, I stared at my fist, which was mottled in blood and still surrounded by that glowing, bright light. What...just happened? I thought faintly. What the hell did I just do? Shock, exhaustion, and pain overwhelmed me, and I slipped into darkness.
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Well, there's the first chapter done. Please, please, please read and review. I need feedback! Even if it's just to write, "Your story sucks. Never write again," please comment. You will be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I, like every other fanfic writer on here, do NOT own the show I am writing a fic about, namely, Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, I would be a lot richer than I am now. I do, however, own most of these characters...for whatever that's worth.
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~Soldiers of Spirit-The Tensaari Saga~
Chapter 1-Tomogata
"Well? Does anyone know the answer?"
Sighing, I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible as Ms. Yumo gazed around the classroom. She was going to pick me; I just knew it. Ms. Yumo always picked me to answer questions when there were no volunteers. Probably because I usually knew the answer, and she wanted to demonstrate that if someone paid attention in class, they would learn. That was probably the reason I was Ms. Yumo's favorite pupil, and also probably the reason why pretty much everyone in our ninth-grade math class hated me. Couldn't the teacher see that with every question she picked me to answer, and every compliment she gave me, she was just making the class hate me more and more? Not that they were making it any easier on me. It was an easy question; surely I wasn't the only person in class to know it. Yet none of us raised our hands, and the silence dragged on, as Ms. Yumo realized nobody was going to volunteer.
"Tomogata? How about you?"
I let out a small groan and looked mournfully at Merrakai, two rows back and three to the right of me, who sent me a sympathetic glance in return. He was probably my only friend in this class, and he understood my frustration. He would have helped if he knew the answer, I was sure, but there was nothing that could be done now.
"Tomogata?"
Shifting uneasily, I finally answered her. "The formula for finding the area of a circle is pi times radius squared, and the formula for finding the circumference is pi times diameter, or pi times radius times 2."
"Very good," she said smugly, looking around at the rest of the class. "At least I have one student who listens and learns."
I sank down further into my chair, feeling the hateful stares of my classmates burn on the back of my neck. Did Ms. Yumo have any idea what she was doing to me? Now I would have to get out of school fast if I wanted to get home without getting something stolen. Or broken.
The rest of the period was spent in mostly silence as we copied down notes on circumferences and areas and the like. When the bell rang, I shoved my way out the door and half-ran to my locker, panting as I spun the combination out.
"Man, Tomo," Merrakai said as he came up behind me, "Ms. Yumo really has it in for you, doesn't she? Did you see some of the looks you were getting in class? I'd get out of here quick if you wanna keep your health."
"Thanks, Merrakai," I said ruefully. "Any chance you can walk with me today?" I felt pretty pathetic asking for Merrakai's protection, but my tall, black-haired friend was one of the toughest guys at school. He would discourage most potential attackers.
"Nope, sorry. I've got detention after school," he replied. "I should probably get to that, by the way. See ya later, Tomo." He jogged off, leaving me alone and, as I knew, pretty defenseless.
Threading my way through the crowd, I made it out of the school with no trouble. As I turned the corner and started down the sidewalk towards home, I felt optimistic. Maybe I would get home fine after all. Perhaps Ms. Yumo actually hadn't signed my death warrant this afternoon. Glancing ahead at the people walking towards me, I suddenly stopped cold. Maybe Ms. Yumo had signed it, at that.
The five immense, beefy boys surrounded me and slowly pushed me into a side alley. I felt a cold flash of fear. If they didn't actually want to be seen, they must be planning something really bad this time. Sweat coursed down my back in torrents, but I tried to make my voice firm as we stopped moving. "What do you want now, Seriasko?"
The tallest, most muscled one of the lot stepped forward, grinning, while his cronies fanned out to make sure I didn't escape. Whenever torment was involved, especially mine, Gima Seriasko was usually at the forefront, grinning wickedly. "Nothing much, Ryu," he replied. "We just came to ask you to lighten up in math. You know, maybe get a question wrong once in a while, and stop making the rest of us look like morons."
"I gave you a perfectly good chance today," I said, my voice quaking. "It's not my fault you didn't-"
I cut off as Seriasko's fist slammed into my stomach, cutting off my breathing and making me double up with pain. "I didn't give you permission to talk, Ryu," he said. "This isn't like math class, where you're Ms. Yumo's favorite little boy, nice, perfect little Tomo Ryu. Here, you're weak little Tomogata, and you don't mouth off to me, or I hurt you."
Gasping, I slumped to the ground, trying to force some air back into my lungs. "How does it feel, little Tomo?" Seriasko grinned, "Do you like being made a fool of? 'Cause I sure don't. And I'm gonna make that clear to you." The next thing I felt was his foot connecting with my face, and my head exploded with pain. Through the haze, I heard Seriasko continue in a taunting tone.
"Poor little Tomo, weak little Tomo. Not so fun to make fun of us now, is it? You're a pathetic, snobby bastard who's talks big, but is too weak to back it up. Weak little pisshead, you are. Just like your dear old dad."
Even as I lay bleeding on the floor, my fist clenched. Seriasko never missed an opportunity to insult my weakness, or my family. And he had done it so many times before, but this time it was really...pissing...me...off.
"Oh, getting angry now, little Tomo? Gonna hurt me, gonna punch me, gonna kill me? You go ahead and try. Any time you want, go ahead. I just want an excuse to put you through the meat grinder. You and your whole family of snobby shitheads."
Rage flared up in me, pulsed like a red-hot flame. The flame spread to all parts of me, filling me with new fire, new vigour. I was on a breaking point, somewhere I had never gone before, about to overflow with rage. And Seriasko still continued.
"You know what I think? I think the only reason you be so smart and such a good little boy in school is cause your mommy needs you to. And you know why? Cause she's so drunk and drugged up that she's gonna rely on you for money for the rest of her life, being the useless bitch she is."
He had gone too far. Something inside of me snapped. The fire turned into a raging inferno, which cocooned my whole body in white-hot hate. I was done listening to Seriasko and all his taunts. I was done being helpless, being pathetic in front of this bastard. I was done being weaker than him. I pushed myself to my feet, blood and anger pounding like a war drum in my skull.
"Holy shit!" one of Seriasko's cronies exclaimed. "Look at him! He's...he's...what the hell is happening to him?"
A small fraction of my mind noticed that this was probably a rational reaction. My body was surrounded by some glowing, bright blue-white aura that shone and waved eerily. Most of me didn't care, though. Most of me was focused on one thing: hurting Seriasko as badly as possible.
Lunging forward at him much faster than I could have normally, I noticed Seriasko's face, usually so smug around me, was filled with fear. I enjoyed his fear. I hungered for his fear, and his pain. Despite my mind not having any idea what to do, my body reacted quickly, slamming a knee into Seriasko's stomach. He groaned loudly, eyes widening in shock in pain. Screaming with rage, I pulled back a fist and slammed it into the side of his head harder than I could have thought it was possible for anyone to hit. I felt something crumple under the force before Seriasko was thrown backwards, at tremendous speed, into his cronies and collapsing onto the ground, motionless.
Seriasko's cronies stared at me, eyes widening in shock. I took a small step forward towards them, my head still pounding, but they grabbed their boss and ran away like the hounds of Hades were chasing them. Stopping, I stared at my fist, which was mottled in blood and still surrounded by that glowing, bright light. What...just happened? I thought faintly. What the hell did I just do? Shock, exhaustion, and pain overwhelmed me, and I slipped into darkness.
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Well, there's the first chapter done. Please, please, please read and review. I need feedback! Even if it's just to write, "Your story sucks. Never write again," please comment. You will be greatly appreciated.