(A/N: Okay I lied. I had time when I least expected it. Once again I encourage to read and review my other fan fics if you like SDK and others. Thank you!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo characters or plot. I DO OWN MY OWN CHARACTERS AND ALL OF MY IDEAS IN THIS FAN FICTION. I DO NOT TOLERATE STEALING!
Rating: I'll rate this PG, thus I warn you. The rating will go up to at least PG-13. I'm not the type to write intimate scenes, but believe me, there will definately be "fluff" Kyo/Yuya. (grins) The best couple. In this chappie, they'll be language from Kyo and Yuya and some of Okuni's thoughts on Kyo. Happy reading!
Step Down From Grace—
Chapter seven: T for Trouble
"Damn the pervert! And I'll have to live with him for who knows how long?!"
Yuya's golden ponytail flowed after her frusterated form, as she flew down the hall way to her classroom. She cursed bitterly, remembering how Kyoshiro attempted to feel her up. She wouldn't think twice now, learning from her mistake, that the innocent Kyoshiro was actually a pervert. Yuya's emerald eyes darted around, trying to locate a classroom number.
Absent mindly, she ran into a tall, lanky form. Dazed, she stumbled backwards, still on her feet. Blinking she gasped, it was just her luck. Kyo.
He stood there, a hand in his pocket, causally with a girl clinging onto his arm. His crimson eyes sized his "victim", Yuya up, as well as his female compainon. Yuya stared at him for a second longer before, she started to take in the appearance of his little "friend."
She had pale, ivory skin; a perfect complextion that had probably been achieved by wearing sunscreen and avoiding most sun exposure, things Yuya hadn't listened to, while her brother was alive. She had a good, light tan. She snorted. The girl probably spent time getting whatever tan she had, evened out.
The girl looked older, she probably was. A senior? Yuya thought to herself. She looked it. Yet maybe, because of the makeup it made her appear older. The girl had long silken hair, that reached past her waist, and kept in a low ponytail. Two random shrands of ashen bangs, flowed in front of her face. Yuya made up her mind about the girl almost immediately, a sissy girl.
"Well Kyo baby, is that the girl? The one Kyoshiro rescued?" the girl inquired, staring at Yuya, as she spoke to Kyo.
He closed his eyes, growling. He shifted his weight around, before he began to walk forwards pulling the girl with him. He reopened his eyes and grinned, maliciously at Yuya, who stiffened.
"I'm watching, always watching," Kyo passed on by Yuya, still refusing to answer the girl who continued to bug him, as they disappeared down another hall.
Yuya bristled and in her fury, dropped a notebook; it had fallen out of her bag as she sped walked to her classroom.
A pair of ice colored eyes, watched from the janitor supply closet, a hidden character. The pair of eyes darted about, quickly, before the person reveled, himself. A smiling, good natured boy, with cream white hair, so light it wasn't even refered to as blonde. The boy's eyes were closed, little did many know, they wouldn't open. Not any more. Yet he could see, in an unexplainable way.
The boy, clad in the school uniform, bent down to retrieve the fallen book. He had a cat like grin upon his face. He opened the note book, paging through, finding just the thing he wanted.
"Shiina, Yuya. How interesting. I'm sure that He would be interested with this."
Yuya groaned.
She glanced at the clock, her eyes almost closing sleepily. How she hated chemistry. She'd forgotten how boring school was. The young high schooler, stifled a yawn so sensei wouldn't bother her. The other pupils were so far ahead, it would mean extra work and effort for her.
There was still ten minutes to go. It seemed like ten years, Yuya thought mournfully. Someone tapped her gently on the shoulder, which awakened her mind.
"Sorry, but can you get my eraser? It dropped."
Yuya blinked. Eraser? Her emerald eyes searched around her. Soon Yuya discovered, a small rubber purpled colored, rectangular prism, underneath the sole of her foot. Using her foot, she rolled the eraser to the side of her desk, before reaching down, when sensei wasn't looking, to swipe it off the floor.
Yuya looked behind her, and held out the eraser. Her eyes widened. Mahiro? Yuya was about to speak, when she winced. A ruler was brought down forcefully upon her head by a stern looking sensei.
"Eeep!" Yuya turned around her in seat, rubbing her head to face sensei.
The aged man, pointed with the ruler to the door of the classroom.
"If you're not going to pay attention, Yuya-san, then pack up and wait outside until this class ends. Go!" the man ordered.
Yuya resentfully, began to shove the contents of her desk, into her bag. Promptly she stood up from her seat and marched to the door. The rest of the class watched in awe. Yuya was dying to snap at them all, but held her tongue for the best. Mahiro's plum colored eyes watched the familiar girl, leave the classroom, her purple eraser clutched in her hand.
A sigh escaped Mahiro, Yuya was in for a rough first year. It wasn't going to be very easy for the former drop out.
Yuya stormed out of the classroom, purposefully slamming the door, which shook the hall way, the lockers rattling. Yuya sighed, leaning against the wall and sinking to floor. She tucked up her legs, and hugged her knees, her bag beside her. She rested her carmel colored head upon her knees, with a tearful sigh.
"Brother...I need you. I hate school. Why did I get talked into this?"
"Muramasa-kun! Get your butt out of my classroom!" an exasperated called from the front of the classroom.
Kyo lifted his head, lazily. His eyes opening, blood red piercing the frusterated teacher's gaze. His face was emotionless before emotiones began to sink in, one by one. First glee, than annoyance, to anger. Kyo's voice came out with a harsh, definant tone.
"I don't believe you're the boss of me, little lady. No one tells me what to do. I'll leave, because I want to get out of your bum class. It sucks anyway," Kyo got up and started to trudge for the door, the students gawking at his language and addressing of their respected sensei.
Sensei began to sputter and gasp. No student before Kyo Muramasa had ever addressed or spoke to her in such a rude and horrid fashion. The woman's body shook with angry and shame hearing Kyo's insults.
But Kyo had files on him. He had gone through so much, yet no man could tame such a demon. No one. It would be a miracle, a supreme Act of God to change such a hoodlum as Demon Eyes Kyo.
Kyo reached the door, his hand reached out for the door knob, before the sensei spoke up again. Angry and insulted the sensei fought back, not to recieve any mercy from Kyo's rage.
"Y-you...you little monster! How dare you talk to me like that, let alone anyone? How can you be this way?! Such a demonic child! Why it's impossible to understand how you turned out this way, your brother Kyoshiro and your parents were-" the realization of the sensei had come too late, the students began to shift their positions around to one side of the classroom.
Kyo's hand dropped to his side. His head hung, his obsidian locks falling in his eyes. His teeth clenched, his hands balled into tight fists. He whirled around, his blood red eyes blazing. He charged with speed of an in human power, to the front of the classroom. In minutes it seemed, he was face to face with sensei.
"Don't you dare. Don't you dare bring up anything of that, bastard Kyoshiro. Or my god forshaken parents. Don't you dare!" Kyo bellowed; an amplifier wouldn't have reached the voice level of Kyo.
He stormed from the classroom and through the halls, the door slamming behind him. Kyo walked straight ahead for the double doors, that lead to the outside. The wind sent a gust of cold air towards Kyo as he burst outside. The red eyed demon's temper didn't cool until he had a chance to collasp, beneath a shaded tree to soothe his nerves.
There was a sweet chuckle above him. Kyo's crimson eyes flashed above his head to see the sissy girl, labeled by Yuya. She ran a hand through her black hair and giggled softly. Kyo raised a brow, lazily with a insane smile.
"Do you want to die little lady?" Kyo asked of her. "Okuni."
Okuni's smile and chuckling faded, her face growing rather sorrowful. Both of them had ditched class. One to cool down, the other had followed. Okuni gazed at Kyo, whose gaze still remained on her form, longingly. If only he could understand...feelings...but he did not. The only things he loved was blood, death, and darkness. Not love itself.
Okuni sighed, painfully, "Not yet Kyo. You may kill me. But not yet."
She closed her eyes for a brief second, before opening them again.
"Not yet."
(A/N: Sorry was that sappy? Choppy? Too short. Well yes...it's always too short. Ends too quickly, right? Sorry it took two days. Time is precious, but I need more of it! Thank you minna-san!)