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Chapter 2 - Operation: I Like Spike
About two weeks had past since the first day of school. Naota watched in horror as Ed stood did a handstand on the desk in their Math class. "EDWARD! GET DOWN!" the teacher shouted. Ed grinned. "Okay." She flipped into her seat and grinned at him. She was assigned to the seat right next to him, much to his dismay. "Ed's gonna call you Naota-kun from now on."(A/N: -kun is a suffix in Japanese that represents friendly familiarity. Most commonly used with boys.) "My name is Naota, okay. Just Naota, not Naota-kun." "Okay, Naota-kun." Ed smiled mischievously. Naota groaned and sank further down into his seat. The first class was kind of boring. They both sat staring blankly at the board while the teacher droned on about the radius of a circle. Naota's curiosity finally took the best of him. He leaned over to Ed. "Hey Ed, how do you know my student mentor?" "You mean Spike-person?" He nodded. "Spike-person is Edward's brother." He looked slightly surprised by her answer. "Is he always so mean?" he asked. She shook her head. "Spike-person is grumpy a lot. He's been like that ever since Jule-Jule went away." "Who's Jule-Jule?" Naota sat up. This was starting to get slightly interesting. "Spike-person's ex-girlfriend." Ed whispered. "The girl he was with before Carey. That's why they broke up." He figured that Carey was Spike's most recent ex. "Why?" he asked. She leaned closer to him, so no one else could hear their conversation. "Spike- person loved Jule-Jule, and she was her friend. But that's all Edward can say. Ed promised not to tell Spike-person's 'personal life'. Does Naota-kun promise not to tell anyone what Ed just told him?" He nodded, and then sank back into his chair to wait patiently for next bell.
"You're late, Spike." said a young man. Spike nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I had to get out while no one was looking. It's my lunch now." The man glared up at him. He was sitting behind a large dumpster, so not to be noticed. "Do you think that I care?" he growled. "I told you to be here at 12:30, not 1:00. Learn how to tell time." His insult stung like bees, but Spike's face didn't show it. Spike just smirked slightly. "That's why I'm in school, Vicious." Vicious' gaze remained unchanged. "Don't play with me, Spike. Where is my money?" Spike looked away nervously. Vicious only got louder and more, well, vicious. "I said, WHERE IS MY MONEY!" Spike shifted uncomfortably. "I-I don't have it." he muttered. "WHAT!" Vicious yelled. "Give me some more time. I swear I'll get it. All of it." Spike said, tone unchanged. "I've given you enough time as is." Vicious said. "I know you have, but I don't have it yet. I haven't been making any money, and I'm trying to be legit......I just need a little bit more time. Just a week more Vicious, come on, one week!" "Fine. I'll give you a week longer, but you'll have to give me every penny you have. You know what'll happen if you don't, correct." Spike nodded. "Thank you." he said, and walked away.
Ed sat miserably at the lunch table with her new friends Naota, Haruko, and some of her friends, staring hungrily at their lunches. Haruko messed with her with a mouth-full of food. "Wah ih-ih ooh eh a wunf? (Why didn't you get a lunch?) Arnf ooh ungi? (Aren't you hungry?)" Ed nodded. "Ed is very hungry, but Spike-person didn't give Ed her lunch money, so Edward can't eat." Haruko looked at her in shock. "You and Spikey are related?" she practically screamed, spraying bits of hamburger and fries all over Ed's face. Ed got a napkin and wiped her face clean, then nodded. "Spike-person is Edward's brother." Haruko jumped up, practically ecstatic and grabbed Ed by the shoulder and started shaking her wildly from across the table. "Spill! Is he nice at home? Does he have a hot body? What's his shoe size?" Ed looked at her woozily. "Ed is getting dizzy..." Haruko was oblivious to everything Ed was saying. She continued her harsh interrogation. "....Does he have a girlfriend now? I heard he sleeps with his blankie....does he? WELL! TELL ME! TELL ME!" Naota decided to pipe up "Hey, uh, Haruko...." She glared at him ferociously, and he could've sworn that she snarled and bared her teeth (which were frighteningly pointy) "Not now Takkun! I have business to attend to! Well Ed! Answer me!" Haruko let go of the girl's shoulders and she collapsed across the table. The table began to creak loudly. "Holy CRAP!" one of the girl's shouted. "It's unstable!" Naota yelled. CRAK! The two legs closest that were closest to Ed fell snapped off and flipped cartwheels in the air before they landed on a cheerleader's head, knocking her unconscious. The table flipped over, pinning Ed under it and sending everyone's lunch flying. One girl's slice of pizza landed splat Ninamori's head. Naota's pudding beamed a wrestler straight on his forehead. Another girl's egg salad sandwich flew open, splattering some with egg bits and two others with slimy bread slices. The cafeteria went dead silent. Then out of the blue, came the call that everyone was waiting for. "FOOD FIGHT!!!!"
It was like a war zone when Spike returned to the cafeteria; pudding cups flying like hand grenades, bowls of steaming hot soup scalding people, like little, edible flamethrowers. Spike staggered backwards after a stale loaf of bread was cracked over his head. He clutched the injured spot. "GAAAH! WHAT THE HELL!" It was some freshman bastard. "Uh....sorry, dude. I didn't know it was stale!" Spike knocked him over the head. "The hell you didn't."
"You're late for class, Spike." said a very familiar, cold voice. He turned around. It was just Faye. Spike gave an audible sigh of relief. "It's just you." he murmured. Faye didn't pay his comment much mind. "Did you do your half of the project?" Spike nodded. "Yeah. Why?" "Because you never turn your homework in," she snapped back. "You know, this is your senior year, Spike! You've got to get better grades than this if you're planning to go to college." Spike slid into his seat. "God, Faye, you sound like my mother. Give it a rest already....."
"ARE you going to college? Well? I don't want to see you begging on the street in four years...."
"Shut UP already, would you! Sorry to disappoint you, but I DO have plans for the rest of my life, and they have NOTHING to do with being homeless!"
Faye sighed. She was tired of them arguing like this.
"You're changing, Spike. You're changing for the worse. We USED to be best friends, you know. Can you remember that far back?" she said sarcastically.
"Yeah, we were friends, until you became an annoying bitch. Now, would you please shut up?" he said loudly.
"I am NOT an annoying bitch! I'm trying to look out for you, but I can see that you don't really WANT my help..."
"NOW you're getting it!"
It was the end of the school day, and Haruko and Naota were on the hunt for Spike pictures. Naota, obviously not there by choice, was Haruko's way to a Polaroid picture of all of Spike, and 'his Spike-y goodness'. "Why do you have me doing this, Haruko!!?" he whispered frantically into his walkie-talkie. "Aw, Takkun, don't you want to do your best friend in the whole wide world a big favor a big favor?" Haruko said childishly. "No." he responded, monotone-ly. "Okay then, you're doing it because I'm holding your history project hostage." she said. "Now, commence with Operation: I Like Spike!" "Couldn't she have thought up a more original title than that." he murmured to himself. As he snuck quietly up to the boy's shower he could've sworn he heard Haruko humming 'Hey Ya' in the background. That's when he saw Spike. He quickly whipped out the camera and took three quick pictures. As the flash momentarily blinded Spike, Naota attempted to make his getaway. "Wha...What the...GET BACK HERE!!" Spike stammered. Then, at the worst ever possible time, Naota slipped on the wet shower floor, and was having serious issues getting back up. Finally he gave up and began to scramble frantically towards the exit. "Takkun! What is the holdup?" Haruko whispered through the walkie-talkie. He heard the thumping and splashing of Spike's feet on the wet floor getting closer and closer. He was so close to the door now that he could almost touch it. All of a sudden, poor Naota was being pulled into the air by his ankle. Luckily for him, Spike had on a towel. Naota was terrified. "Uhhh....hey Spike...."
Chapter 2 - Operation: I Like Spike
About two weeks had past since the first day of school. Naota watched in horror as Ed stood did a handstand on the desk in their Math class. "EDWARD! GET DOWN!" the teacher shouted. Ed grinned. "Okay." She flipped into her seat and grinned at him. She was assigned to the seat right next to him, much to his dismay. "Ed's gonna call you Naota-kun from now on."(A/N: -kun is a suffix in Japanese that represents friendly familiarity. Most commonly used with boys.) "My name is Naota, okay. Just Naota, not Naota-kun." "Okay, Naota-kun." Ed smiled mischievously. Naota groaned and sank further down into his seat. The first class was kind of boring. They both sat staring blankly at the board while the teacher droned on about the radius of a circle. Naota's curiosity finally took the best of him. He leaned over to Ed. "Hey Ed, how do you know my student mentor?" "You mean Spike-person?" He nodded. "Spike-person is Edward's brother." He looked slightly surprised by her answer. "Is he always so mean?" he asked. She shook her head. "Spike-person is grumpy a lot. He's been like that ever since Jule-Jule went away." "Who's Jule-Jule?" Naota sat up. This was starting to get slightly interesting. "Spike-person's ex-girlfriend." Ed whispered. "The girl he was with before Carey. That's why they broke up." He figured that Carey was Spike's most recent ex. "Why?" he asked. She leaned closer to him, so no one else could hear their conversation. "Spike- person loved Jule-Jule, and she was her friend. But that's all Edward can say. Ed promised not to tell Spike-person's 'personal life'. Does Naota-kun promise not to tell anyone what Ed just told him?" He nodded, and then sank back into his chair to wait patiently for next bell.
"You're late, Spike." said a young man. Spike nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I had to get out while no one was looking. It's my lunch now." The man glared up at him. He was sitting behind a large dumpster, so not to be noticed. "Do you think that I care?" he growled. "I told you to be here at 12:30, not 1:00. Learn how to tell time." His insult stung like bees, but Spike's face didn't show it. Spike just smirked slightly. "That's why I'm in school, Vicious." Vicious' gaze remained unchanged. "Don't play with me, Spike. Where is my money?" Spike looked away nervously. Vicious only got louder and more, well, vicious. "I said, WHERE IS MY MONEY!" Spike shifted uncomfortably. "I-I don't have it." he muttered. "WHAT!" Vicious yelled. "Give me some more time. I swear I'll get it. All of it." Spike said, tone unchanged. "I've given you enough time as is." Vicious said. "I know you have, but I don't have it yet. I haven't been making any money, and I'm trying to be legit......I just need a little bit more time. Just a week more Vicious, come on, one week!" "Fine. I'll give you a week longer, but you'll have to give me every penny you have. You know what'll happen if you don't, correct." Spike nodded. "Thank you." he said, and walked away.
Ed sat miserably at the lunch table with her new friends Naota, Haruko, and some of her friends, staring hungrily at their lunches. Haruko messed with her with a mouth-full of food. "Wah ih-ih ooh eh a wunf? (Why didn't you get a lunch?) Arnf ooh ungi? (Aren't you hungry?)" Ed nodded. "Ed is very hungry, but Spike-person didn't give Ed her lunch money, so Edward can't eat." Haruko looked at her in shock. "You and Spikey are related?" she practically screamed, spraying bits of hamburger and fries all over Ed's face. Ed got a napkin and wiped her face clean, then nodded. "Spike-person is Edward's brother." Haruko jumped up, practically ecstatic and grabbed Ed by the shoulder and started shaking her wildly from across the table. "Spill! Is he nice at home? Does he have a hot body? What's his shoe size?" Ed looked at her woozily. "Ed is getting dizzy..." Haruko was oblivious to everything Ed was saying. She continued her harsh interrogation. "....Does he have a girlfriend now? I heard he sleeps with his blankie....does he? WELL! TELL ME! TELL ME!" Naota decided to pipe up "Hey, uh, Haruko...." She glared at him ferociously, and he could've sworn that she snarled and bared her teeth (which were frighteningly pointy) "Not now Takkun! I have business to attend to! Well Ed! Answer me!" Haruko let go of the girl's shoulders and she collapsed across the table. The table began to creak loudly. "Holy CRAP!" one of the girl's shouted. "It's unstable!" Naota yelled. CRAK! The two legs closest that were closest to Ed fell snapped off and flipped cartwheels in the air before they landed on a cheerleader's head, knocking her unconscious. The table flipped over, pinning Ed under it and sending everyone's lunch flying. One girl's slice of pizza landed splat Ninamori's head. Naota's pudding beamed a wrestler straight on his forehead. Another girl's egg salad sandwich flew open, splattering some with egg bits and two others with slimy bread slices. The cafeteria went dead silent. Then out of the blue, came the call that everyone was waiting for. "FOOD FIGHT!!!!"
It was like a war zone when Spike returned to the cafeteria; pudding cups flying like hand grenades, bowls of steaming hot soup scalding people, like little, edible flamethrowers. Spike staggered backwards after a stale loaf of bread was cracked over his head. He clutched the injured spot. "GAAAH! WHAT THE HELL!" It was some freshman bastard. "Uh....sorry, dude. I didn't know it was stale!" Spike knocked him over the head. "The hell you didn't."
"You're late for class, Spike." said a very familiar, cold voice. He turned around. It was just Faye. Spike gave an audible sigh of relief. "It's just you." he murmured. Faye didn't pay his comment much mind. "Did you do your half of the project?" Spike nodded. "Yeah. Why?" "Because you never turn your homework in," she snapped back. "You know, this is your senior year, Spike! You've got to get better grades than this if you're planning to go to college." Spike slid into his seat. "God, Faye, you sound like my mother. Give it a rest already....."
"ARE you going to college? Well? I don't want to see you begging on the street in four years...."
"Shut UP already, would you! Sorry to disappoint you, but I DO have plans for the rest of my life, and they have NOTHING to do with being homeless!"
Faye sighed. She was tired of them arguing like this.
"You're changing, Spike. You're changing for the worse. We USED to be best friends, you know. Can you remember that far back?" she said sarcastically.
"Yeah, we were friends, until you became an annoying bitch. Now, would you please shut up?" he said loudly.
"I am NOT an annoying bitch! I'm trying to look out for you, but I can see that you don't really WANT my help..."
"NOW you're getting it!"
It was the end of the school day, and Haruko and Naota were on the hunt for Spike pictures. Naota, obviously not there by choice, was Haruko's way to a Polaroid picture of all of Spike, and 'his Spike-y goodness'. "Why do you have me doing this, Haruko!!?" he whispered frantically into his walkie-talkie. "Aw, Takkun, don't you want to do your best friend in the whole wide world a big favor a big favor?" Haruko said childishly. "No." he responded, monotone-ly. "Okay then, you're doing it because I'm holding your history project hostage." she said. "Now, commence with Operation: I Like Spike!" "Couldn't she have thought up a more original title than that." he murmured to himself. As he snuck quietly up to the boy's shower he could've sworn he heard Haruko humming 'Hey Ya' in the background. That's when he saw Spike. He quickly whipped out the camera and took three quick pictures. As the flash momentarily blinded Spike, Naota attempted to make his getaway. "Wha...What the...GET BACK HERE!!" Spike stammered. Then, at the worst ever possible time, Naota slipped on the wet shower floor, and was having serious issues getting back up. Finally he gave up and began to scramble frantically towards the exit. "Takkun! What is the holdup?" Haruko whispered through the walkie-talkie. He heard the thumping and splashing of Spike's feet on the wet floor getting closer and closer. He was so close to the door now that he could almost touch it. All of a sudden, poor Naota was being pulled into the air by his ankle. Luckily for him, Spike had on a towel. Naota was terrified. "Uhhh....hey Spike...."