(A/N: As promised, here is the eleventh installment of SDFG. I apologize for the delay. I caught a nasty virus so I am feeling a bit weak and tired at the moment. I apologize again for the delay! Please enjoy the eleventh installment of SDFG.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Samurai Deeper Kyo. I OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND MY IDEAS IN THIS FAN FICTION.NO STEALING!
Rating: Yuya's attitude flares. LOL! And of course Yukimura has his flirting...
Step Down From Grace—
Chapter eleven: Star Aquaintance
"Hello there Yuya 'mam. Lovely day, don't you think?" came Benitora's sing song voice.
Yuya squirmed in her seat, a shiver going up her spine. She whipped around, her emerald eyes blazing.
"Lovely until you came along. Bug off Benitora," she snapped, turning her back on him.
Benitora scuttled to the other side of Yuya, standing before her. Yuya glared at him for staring. He was really starting to fry her potatoes and her nerves as well. This crude, roughish pupil had fallen for her the first day she set foot in the classroom. It was unexplainable why and she didn't bother to consult with him about his personal affairs. All Yuya knew was Benitora Tokugawa was a love sick puppy dog. She however, was the unlucky girl he pledged his love for. Yuya sighed, turning around in herdesk just to have Benitora attempt to scuttle around to face her again. She blocked out his words, as she thought to herself. Shegazed across theroom, to the front, where Mahiro sat.
Mahiro hadbeen watching them, beforeshe caught Yuya's gaze.With a furious look she whipped around, herpurple curls flying over hershoulders. Obviously, Yuya lamented, Mahiro was upset with her for an unknown reason. It was completely strange how Mahiro behaved towards Yuya.She was just as horrible as Kyo was. It seemed Kyoshiroand the Muramasa parents were thereal only "friends" she had inthe house. Yuya sighed. What a day this ought to be...
"Hey! Yuya aren't you listening to me?"
Yuya's thoughts were broken.Her gaze flickered upwards towards Benitora's frowningface. She closed her eyes and turned away with a "hmmph." Oh yeah, back to reality and Lover Boy. Man am I lucky or what? Opening her eyes she stood up in her desk, yelling in his face which caused him to finally back off.
"WOULD YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!"
"Er...yes 'mam."
Benitora slunk off to his desk which was situated behind Mahiro. Mahiro flinched and stole a glance at Benitora who "miserably" had his head propped up on one elbow. He was handsome in his kiddish and joking way. He seldom was ever serious, he was laid back and a mellow guy. Still he was belligerent, liking a good fight and could start one easily. Benitora was your typical class clown. Girls liked his humor and he was always charming them, a real "lady killer". However he never toyed with other's affections, he just liked the attention which he usually recieved from the female side. Boys just stated he should grow up. Yuya thought they were correct.
Yuya took her seat again, sighing deeply with relief.
"He's gone," she smiled to herself. "And if I'm lucky, maybe for good."
The classroom chat level began to shrink as the teacher entered the classroom and barked for the class to get to their seats. Obediently, the class followed the teacher's orders. Yuya sat up straight at her desk as their daily lesson began. The teacher began to do an X dance around the chalkboard, ethusicastically explaining about their topic in science. Scribbling down the notes, Yuya quickly rummaged in her briefcase for her science notebook. To her horror, it didn't appear to be in her bag. Yuya felt horror drench her completely. Fishing out everything from her briefcase she carefully looked for her notebook. Her noise caught the attention of the teacher.
"Shiina-san!"
Yuya looked up attentively at the sound of her name. She watched the teacher as he marched down the aisle to her desk, stopping in front of her. She continued to stare at him before he barked.
"Shiina, do you think it's right for you to distrub me and steal from others?" he demanded.
Yuya blinked.
"Steal sir?" she asked.
"Yes, you are stealing from others. You have stole their attention and therefore I must ask you to leave if you cannot pay attention. I assure you that these notes are important and I pray that you will do well on the exams coming up. You are dismissed Shiina," he pointed at the exit door.
Yuya narrowed her green eyes at him, which surprised him greatly. She was already in a bad mood, because of Benitora and the loss of her notebook so why not let it out. Yuya already felt she could use a good fight.
"I was just looking for my notebook so I could take these notes. As for stealing from others, it's their damn problem for paying attention to me when I'm trying to find my notebook! I refuse to be kicked out of class when I was only trying to pay attention myself! As for my notebook and the noise, I only caused this minor disrupption because my notebook is MISSING!" Yuya spat back, rising to her feet.
The class was silent. The teacher was turning red and sputtering in disbelief and anger. Yuya grit her teeth, knowing very well what was ahead of her. Outraged and completely insulted the teacher pointed again to the exit door. At the top of his lungs he yelled, "TAKE YOURSELF AND GET OUT OF MY CLASS!" Yuya promptly shoved her things back into her bag and headed out the door. The class watched in shock, then smirks, giggles, and whispering starting to be heard. Yuya picked up her pace and ran from the classroom thoroughly disgusted with herself.
She ran down the halls, her footfalls echoeing off the walls. She didn't stop running until she burst through the double doors that led into the quad and dining hall. She found herselfamong the sakura trees and the tranquil nothingness. She was breathing heavily and staggered to the nearest bench where she sat down to catch her breath. She reflected on her actions.
"Well...that was stupid. That idiot's right, I will fail that test. Where did my notebook go..." Yuya wondered aloud.
"Whether you fail or not, the choice is yours."
Yuya looked up from the paved cement ground to the person shadowing her. Yuya looked up to meet another's smiling face.
"Who're you?" Yuya questioned unsurely, rising to her feet.
She blinked. She felt stupid, it was no threat. Just a boy. The boy looked calm yet his golden eyes burrowed into her own which a annoyed glare. Yuya blinked again, sitting down. He shifted weight on his legs, his gazed still interlocked with hers.
"Come with me," the boy said and began to walk away slowly, as if he expected her to follow.
Yuya was stubborn.
"Hold up! You just expect me to follow you just like that! Well I've got news for you mister-"
The boy whirled around, his lavender hair was like wispy clouds, his eagle like eyes blazing. This was unexpected. Yuya stopped herself.
"That wasn't a request. That's an order. Come with me," he remarked, stating his words with a firmer tone that made Yuya trek after him bitterly.
They walked inside the deserted dining hall which was being cleaned. The two passed several workers who were vacumming and changing table clothes and such. Yuya observed them as they passed. She was puzzled when they began to walk into the double doors marked "staff only". She felt nervous, but slightly assured since the boy continued and the staff didn't question them. It seemed like forever before they reached a dark hallway past the kitchen and workers. It was just the two of them. Yuya felt herself grow bold.
"What's your name?"
"Sasuke Sarutobi."
"Are you a freshmen?"
"No. I serve my comrade and master. I guess you could call me a 'dropout'."
Yuya was quiet. A dropout huh? Just like I was. Just who is this "Sasuke" kid anyway? So he's a...servant? Yuya didn't feel like she should inquire about his serving status to this master or whom ever. Yuya didn't even notice as they walked up a flight of stairs and reached a flat outdoor area. Sasuke walked on. Yuya scurried over to the edge and looked around. The quad? She gasped. They were on the roof of the dining hall. Sasuke stopped and watched her.
This Yuya, she was an interesting girl. She wasn't the type to backdown but she could keep her tongue at times. Sasuke felt he scared her with his cold demenor. He shrugged that off. He wasn't a softy even if he was kid. Yuya turned to Sasuke, her eyes narrowed.
"Just what did you bring me here for anyway?" Yuya demanded.
Sasuke shrugged.
"'Cause I was told to maybe. C'mon we're wasting time," Sasuke remarked and ussured her towards to figures at the far end of the flat roof. "Yukimura! She's here!"
One of them turned around, Yuya's eyes widened. Y-Yukimura? Yukimura? As in The Yukimura Sanada? The model? Indeed he was. Yukimura stood with a pleasant smile, his light, clear eyes gazed at Sasuke and Yuya who stood before him. He was garbed in school uniform as well, but Yuya found this odd since she didn't know he went to the school. She just stared before Yukimura spoke.
"I'm guessing you're the correct girl, Yuya Shiina? Sorry for all that trouble. I'm Yukimura Sanada, as you've probably guessed. I understand you've come to live with the Muramasas."
Yuya nodded, "That's correct. Nice to meet you, Sanada-kun."
He waggled a finger with a cute trademark grin.
"Aww how sweet!However, you can save the formal stuff, I'm not anyone important," he cooed, flapping a hand at her in protest. "For you; you many call me Yukimura."
Yuya raised a brow. Was he crazy or what? She wasn't the type of girl who bought fanshion magazines and drooled over hot guys on the covers and admired pretty female models or singers. She hadn't the time, money, or interest to do that. In spite of that, Yuya knew Yukimura Sanada's name and face anywhere. He was on every girl's lips at school and on the street. He had started as a model before he recently starred in a television soap opera series called "Glass Rain". He was this year's heart throb.
"B-but-arg! How can you be so modest? You're an upperclassman compared to lowly scum like me," Yuya replied, not at all embarrassed to state her status in the school and society.
Yukimura's catty grin disappeared, he opened his eyes.He's hauntingly beautiful...but creepy. Yuya felt a shiver go up her spine. Yukimura looked rather destressed which caused Yuya to feel oddly confused. Uh oh...maybe I insulted him or something...shoot!
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be rude or anything-"
"No no, it's not that at all. But I must ask you Miss, just what do you mean by 'lowly scum'?" Yukimura inquired.
Yuya felt her cheeks grow red, noticing that Sasuke and another guy by Yukimura's side had their eyes locked on her. She was in the spotlight. Surprisingly, Yukimura noticed this and waved his hand.
"Saizo, Sasuke, why don't you guys run along. I'll catch up with you later. Miss?"
"Yuya," she answered promptly.
"Miss Yuya and I will chat privately, besides. Make sure that Kyo doesn't find us yet. I know he'll be after me sooner or later."
"Hoh." "Whatever."
The two disappeared obediently leaving Yuya alone on the roof with Japan's heart throb. How freaky!
"WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE!"
"Oh will you just shut up Romeo."
Mahiro tried to eat her lunch in peace while a miserable Benitora wailed loudly. He was creating quite a stir in the dining hall which caused the two of them to become perfect targets for seniors. Mahiro barely lifted her attention from her bento box, to the crowd of boy and girl seniors that circled the table like a pack of wolves. Benitora stopped his rambling and looked around at the annoyed bunch of upperclassmen.
"Why can't you freshmen just be quiet? So immature and you call yourselves highschool students. Pathetic children," sneered one girl.
Bentiora shrugged her invectives off. He gave her a grin, "Well then, I guess I'll hafta fly to Never Never Land. So I might never grow up. Wanna come with me cutie?"
Mahiro wanted to puke. Honestly, did he have no shame? Benitora to her standards was a no good player. She was tempted to slap him silly but the senior girl beat her. Mahiro looked up boredly to see Benitora rubbing his cheek while the senior girl bunch began screech about his behavior. Mahiro sighed. Benitora continued to rub him cheek until a shadow loomed over him.
"EEP!"
Apparently that girl was taken. Mahiro looked up. Apparently the girl's boyfriend had to make things clear to Benitora that she was off limits. Benitora raised up his hands, trying to negotiate himself out of the mess, a gang of senior boys beginning to close in on him. Mahiro stood up, cracking her knuckles, meancingly.
"Back off. He's just a no good, immature tease. Back off or I'll make you," Mahiro warned the gang.
The leader smirked, grabbing her chin and pulling her face up to his. Mahiro gagged mentally, bad breath. Benitora yelped and dodged behind her. Boy, he had caused a real mess this time.
"Big words for a small girl. I ought to teach you and him a lesson," the brute sneered.
Mahiro bit her lip. It wasn't going to be an easy fight. The attention of others had been captured, the dining hall's eyes now were focused on their table. The excitement and tension of a impending fight meant entertainment. Mahiro slapped the brute's hand away, freeing herself.
"Don't underestimate me. Size doesn't mean my skills are dull," she growled.
The brute smirked, "Just because your Murmasa's brat doesn't mean anything."
"Shut up. I'm a Muramasa brat too."
The gang of senior brute's whirled around to see Kyo's dark form planted behind them. Kyo was lax as usual, his hand resting in his pockets, his bookbag slung around his left shoulder. His uniform was untidy; he had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and his shirt tails hung out slightly. The red eyed junior was a mess, but a dangerous one.
"Demon Eyes Kyo come to the rescue for his baby sister. How sweet!" the older boys cooed mockingly.
Kyo closed his eyes in complete boredom. The group of idiots before him were a waste of time and energy. He walked past them and stood before Mahiro. He ignored them completely. Reopening his eyes, he shot warning glances at the students who watched with interest. In fear of him, they quickly returned to conversations and their lunch. They knew that involvement with Kyo meant serious trouble. One table dared themselves, quite sure of their abilities. Akira, Kyoshiro, and Okuni with a few others watched Kyo.
"Mahiro," Kyo began. "Don't pick fights you know you can't win. Besides a weakling goody goody like yourself, shouldn't put a black mark on your record."
Mahiro snarled at her brother. Benitora peered from around Mahiro then dashed out of view. Too late. Kyo grinned, his fangs glinting.
"Ah now I get it. Playing body guard for your little friend again? You're such a wimp Tokugawa, relying on a woman to protect you. Surely you can do better than that."
Benitora walked from around Mahiro, sheepishly. He scratched his head, his pink striped bandana covering his strawberry colored hair. Kyo snorted and turned his heel and began to walk off. A taunting voice prevented him from leaving.
"Oooooo is widdle Kyo-Kyo 'fraid to turn around and fight? Ooooooo!" the goons crooned.
Kyo froze in his tracks. Mahiro glared at him, she knew that stance.
"What will you do?" she asked in a low voice.
"Silence them." Was the answer.
"So the only reason you decided to apply to our school was because of Kyo?" Yuya stared at Yukimura who nodded naturally.
He flashed a sheepish grin at her. The two of them were sitting by the edge of the roof, overlooking the quad. Yukimura's legs dangled off the side, he banged them lightly on the walls, the sounds echoeing. Yuya hugged her knees, her emerald eyes wouldn't leave Yukimura. He was...pretty different than what she had expected. He was modest and she admitted even charming.
"That's right," he said answering her. "See, Kyo and I used to attend elementary school together. But during grade school I dropped out, because of the modeling and all. Then of course there was my acting in "Glass Rain". Kyo and I were never close you see...er wellon 'friendly terms'. We were always 'good' rivals, pretty decient to one another. But it's a funny friendship you see. He's got worse rivals then myself."
Yuya pondered that. He's got worse rivals then myself. She easily could believe that. Anyone could hate Kyo with an attitude like his. He was...just a junvenile delinquent, an impossible one at that. Yukimura gazed out into space, his eyes were serious and slightly cold.
"Kyo's exterior is easily hated. He lets himself be that way, then again that's Kyo for you. He's not called Demon Eyes Kyo for nothing. He's a friece warrior and Muramasa trained him well. Don't let him bother you. Excuse his behavior, he's still a kid. Just a bitter child. His main nemesis, caused him to be that, a child's rivalry, but...it's become worse as they get older," Yukimura went on seeming to forget Yuya remained beside him.
Yukimura turned to her. Yuya jumped slightly. His eyes were less hardened.
"I'm sorry for scaring you. I'm just rambling aren't I? Ah well. It helps an Outsider like you understand. That's not an insult, it's safer to be on the Outside then know what really is going on. That's why I came Miss Yuya. I hope you'll never understand what I'm saying. But if you do. You'll hear more," he paused sighing then gave her a light smile. "How did you, manage to get wound up with the Muramasas?"
Yuya felt herself grow red. Now it was getting personal. But there he was, somewhat of a stranger and pouring secrets out to her, an Outsider as he said. She shifted her position a little, letting her legs dangle off the side like Yukimura's. She let out a long sigh.
"I got myself boozed up at a club and I don't really remember much. I guess Kyoshiro helped me out and then we ran into this real creepy guy. Snake man or something...anyway Kyo played superman and got us out of "trouble". So then the Muramasas offered to let me live with them. At least until the court intervenes," Yuya explained rather dully.
Yuya was beginning to feel she didn't really care talking openly about her first meeting with the two brothers. However, it saved telling Yukimura about her brother's murder and how it was unsolved. That would definately fry her potatoes or rub her the wrong way. Yukimura just nodded slowly and mumumered to himself, thoughtfully. He scooted backwards and stood up, brushing himselfoff. Yuya quickly rose to her feet.
"Well I'm sorry for having to pull you away from school like that. I guess we both ditched enoughclass. It was nice to meet you though and talk with you. Let's go to lunch, shall we?" the junior smiled at Yuya, implying they should eat together.
Yuya was hesitant. But he was harmless enough, she would stay on her guard in case he tried anything. Yukimura Sanada just didn't seem to be the type. He seemed to bubbly and pleasant to be like Benitora. She nodded and strolled after him. Boy are girls going to be jealous or what?
The phone rang. Mayumi lifted her head tiredly. Annoyed from being woken from slumber she called out.
"Muramasa! The phone!" she yawned.
Stretching, she settled herself again on the couch. She'd taken the day off and had been napping on the couch for a while. Her stomach growled. Mayumi groaned. Dinner, dinner and lunch. She needed to fix that before the kids came home. Teenagers were always hungry, she concluded. Reluctantly she rose from her comfortable spot on the couch and headed for the kitchen. There she found Muramasa.
There was a serious look on his face as he listened to the speaker. Her eyes widened as she combed out the tangles with her fingers.
"Uh huh. Un. Yes, I understand sir. Goodbye."
Mayumi walked over to her husband as he set the receiver in its charger, "That was the principal."
Mayumi felt her insides lurch, and the head ache she had slept off had come back again. One of her hand felt her forehead gingerly, trying to assuage the pain. Muramasa noticed this immediately. He strode over to where she was resting against the dinner table. He gently plucked away her hand and felt her forehead. A frown replaced his exasperated expression.
"Warm...a light fever...Mayumi how long?" he asked getting worried.
"Not long. Don't worry it's nothing bad," she assured him which didn't stop Muramasa's worrying. "It's Kyo isn't it."
Muramasa nodded, "Yes, it's Kyo."
"Here we go again."
Muramasa nodded, sighing half tiredly and half agitatedly. That boy was going to be the death of them.
(A/N: Sorry it took so long. Again, I have been trying to get over this illness. Thank you for your paitence! Except an update on The Ultimate Comeback soon. Leave me lovely reveiws!)