The Way Of The Dragon
REWRITEN
STOOOOOOOOOOOP the mother fucking banana shit right there.
At first I would like to point out that the first two chapters were rewritten. The 1st one completely and the second one is 50:50. And maybe I'll rewrite the third one. I dunno.
Alrighty then. On to the show!
Disclaimer: Every thing in this fic is thought up. Any kind of similarity is pure coincidence. It's characters belong to Takao Aoki-sama, I only own the idea and the plot.
Summary: Takao Tyson Kinomiya,is moving to Japan,with his father,stepmother and new brother.He gets hit by a truck and gains a remarkable ability.Now he'll save young maiden!Takao PoV:Beware of his inner monolog of doom! KaiTyson, slight!EnriOli
Author: Reya Teniko (insert her former internet alias etc.)
NOTES: Rated PG15 FOR A REASON! P
''Talking'' Takao's Ability Actions
Chapter 2 /Playboys, cheese and surprises/
(Takao PoV)
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
SWAT
Finally stopping the annoying sound of the alarm clock, I groaned. It was to early.
Sighing I snuggled deeper in my blanket enjoying the warmth and the pine tree smell, my new mom's new fabric softener. Funny.
I never thought that pine trees could smell like cheese. And hay.
Fresh cheese and hay.
I made a frown, but still didn't open my eyes. Oh well, must be the new added smell. Although they could come up with something more original then hay and cheese.
Eh-!
Something started poking and tickling my nose. Better yet something is crawling in my left nostril.
Grimacing I untangled my hand from the sheets and swatted towards the intruder, who was currently exploring the insides of my nostril.
I grabbed...something furry. Something furry and fuzzy and it was moving...
Carefully opening my right eye I peered down at the fuzzy wriggling thing in my grasp.
And came face to face with a rat, literally. You know, one of those fat, grey, sewer rats.
I blinked at it and it blinked back.
And then I freaked.
''AAAAAAHHHHH! Sewer rat! Sewer rat! Sewer rat in my bed!''
I proceeded to run around in circles still clutching the rat in my right hand. I think I was suffocating it. Suddenly it let out a high pitched screech, I didn't even know rat could do that (1), and a second later the door burst open, revealing a pissed-off Bryan.
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him.
The rat made another screech and...
Bit me.
''YEAOW!'' I yelled, throwing my hands in the air, releasing the rat.
Bryan's eyes widened. He leaped over my bed and dodged towards the poor flying, squeaking rat.
You know, like those American football players. Heh...wonder if Bryan trained football. Anyway back to the story.
He safely caught the rat and clutched it to his chest in mid air. Then he came crashing in my chair. Everything that was on it flew.
My pants flew, my shirt flew, and my boxers flew...landing on my new-mom's face, who apparently came into see what was all the commotion.
''So…you own a rat.'' I concluded and stared at Bryan who, on the other hand, stared in front of himself.
''Yeah. I do.'' He replied. Whoah. Two words. Don't try to break your record there buddy.
''Look, I'm sorry I threw your rat into the air, but as far as I'm concerned that thing should be locked up for…ugh…hygienic reasons.'' I finish. Not to mention because of my little phobia of rodents.
But Bryan does not need to know that now does he? and neither do you in fact. Now bugger off.
''Whatever.'' Bryan replies and rummages through his bag pack. He pulls out a cigarette pack and a lighter. Why I am not surprised? (2)
Honestly. I'm starting to think my step brother's an idiot. Let me trust you with a little secret guys. Guys only smoke so that they can look cool in front of older guys who also smoke. And they on the other hand smoke so they could look cool in front of the smaller guys, and in the end it all becomes a crack filled pot party of loooove (Please note the heavy sarcasm.)
Oh don't you roll your eyes at me this is my own experience talking.
I mean, sure, I've smoked. Who hasn't? Cigarettes' a couple of times and I even tried marihuana. But that's not the shit you should brag about.
And I don't do it anymore. Kinda lost interest and it's not that all good, believe me.
There is a box being shoved under my nose, I can smell the strong scent from the tobacco. I shake my head at Bryan and he just shrugs, like he cares. I would be truly surprised if he would.
Instead he lights himself another one. Then he puffs out a small ring of smoke.
I'm going to hate myself for what am I about to say next but, he looks damn sexy like that. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a horde of fan girls.
I don't actually know how long I was observing him, just suddenly he stands, lanky figure and all and casually walks towards the opened bus doors.
''C'mon kid. Time for school.''
''Shut up Jackass! I'm not a kid!'' I yell angrily at his back and stomp into the bus. I plop myself somewhere, not really caring and glance at the clock. Good. I still have time for a short nap.
I search my bag for my CD/MP3 player and sigh in content as Orange Range blast into my ears.
Now for that nap.
Shooting my eyes open I glared at the thing that just landed on my lap and stomach, knocking the breath out of me.
Surprisingly it was a guy, about my age, maybe a year older. He had whushy blond hair and sky blue eyes. He was dressed in a yellow T-shirt and a red overall with brown baggy pants. Something was poking me in the side and I think it was his skateboard.
Yup.
Oh look at the pretty graffiti. It even has a naked woman on it .Got the sarcasm? This guy really goes under the term skater.
''It's okay Maxie! I'll just sit here!'' He casually threw over the shoulder to someone. Then he turned to me grinning wolfishly and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Okay...Child molestation anyone? I tensed and clawed myself in the chair.
Suddenly he was jerked back, letting out a small: ''EEP!''
I snickered and relaxed.
Another blond appeared and threw himself on the chair next to me.
''Sorry 'bout that. Enrique here isn't always like that. He's quite nice once you get to know him. Isn't that right Enrique!'' He glared down at the wushy blond, who was currently sitting on the bus floor.
Enrique gulped.
I chuckled again and the guy beside me grinned.
''The name's Mizuhara Max. I never saw you here. You new?'' He asked pushing hand towards me, which I took and we shooke.
''Kinomiya Takao. Yeah. Just moved in.''
I think I just heard snickering and the sentence 'Fresh meat' from somewhere upfront. Where Enrique went to sit.
I should keep an eye on him shouldn't I?
For the next 10 minutes or so, Maxie and I chatted about various things. From Music to the fact that his dad owns a small shop not very far from our house. Cool. Maybe I'll come visit him someday.
''Bakuten Shoot Highschool !Everybody out!'' The driver yelled through the microphone and the high schoolers lifted themselves from their seats.
Okay now to get from the bus in one piece that would be fine...
I'm sorry for mixing tenses. .. I is bad. I knu. D:
Enjoy! Thanks for reading and (hopefully) reviewing!
End chapter 2
(1)I don't know if rats can do that but for the sake of the fic lets pretend they can.
(2)I so do not approve of this habit. It is disgusting, even if it looks cool when you draw it.