My god, my life is filled with firsts, and this is just another one of them. This is my first Bloody Roar fic, and it's been a while since I've played, but I've recently boned up (Hey, don't laugh) so here it goes. Just know that it will NOT BE ACCURATE because of MY OCs. Jut know I don't own Bloody Roar, any of them. Ok? Here it comes, shoved down your throat! Oh yea, and it's NOT GOING TO BE ACCURATE! Most likely…
Under-appreciation
Well, everyone knows the weirdo scientist Bazuzima, right? Heh, for the past thirteen years he's been taking care of a little baby boy he found who was too small to remember anything, except his own ragged crying. He named the boy Yujima. Partly because he found it funny that it rhymed with his last name cause Bazuzima is his last name you know… but also because he had ham and eggs for breakfast. What's that got to do with it you ask? I don't know. Anyway, the kid learned much, through all those years with his 'father'… as he called Bazuzima. He was blindingly intelligent… and blindingly weird and rude like his caretaker, too. He had his own flair to the way he acted, and his caretaker loved him for it. He picked up things he wanted to do, also. Like guitar, soccer, sleeping in trees… hiding in trees… and eating girl scout cookies. He loved girl scout cookies. Life was good… except for the fact that he hated school… let's observe.
"Dad, you know I'm smarter than the teachers! Don't make me go…" came the blunt, loud, invading voice of Yujima, as he ran a hand through his shoulder length neon red hair. It was spiked, and a little cowlick spike could be seen.
"Nooo! You're going to that school, and that's that! New or not!" Bazuzima sat cross-legged in his chair, like an iron monk.
"They'll al laugh at me! You know I'm energetic!" Yujima was throwing his best arguments at him… I guess…
"More like retarded…" mumbled Bazuzima…
"What! Those is battlin' words!" and he leaped at his father as they playfully wrestled on the floor…
Then Bazuzima and his 'son' calmed down a bit as they both sat Indian style on the floor. It was pretty much their morning ritual to expend extra energy. Now, when they were nice and tired out for a bit, Basuzima stood up, one hand in his pocket, as he held a bowl of cereal in the other. He held it out to his curious son, who began to eat it, as Bazuzima was beginning one of those important speeches of his he always told his son.
"I think I know what's bothering you, and I don't think it's that big of an issue. You should happily embrace your differences, because that's what makes yooooou….. YOU! Besides, who wouldn't like anyone who can do… this?" and of course, he unleashed that there zoanthrope power. Oh yea, full chameleon exposure, baby!
Yujima grumbled "Easy for you to say, dad… you don't go to SCHOOL, with NORMAL PEOPLE!"
He reverted back and growled to his son "Get your ass in the car, will ya?"
Yujima was saying things to himself as he jumped in the passenger's seat. Bazuzima jumped in the drivers seat, and started up the car, giving a mad laugh, and shooting off like a big, four wheeled rocket. The boy would've been surprised, IF his father hadn't driven like this every freakin' day they go somewhere. Once they got near the school, damn near everyone was staring at this junky car that was flying down the road. Make it so bad, Bazuzima was driving with his feet, as he was having some ramen for breakfast. Yujima stopped the car before they slammed into anyone, or something'…
"Well, good luck with your first day… oh wait! I know what'll help you!" His father reached in the back, with his ramen resting ON his back, to which he then flipped back over, as the ramen cup bounced and landed on his chest.
Bazuzima held out a Gibson SG body guitar to Yujima. You could tell, it was the expensive one. He even had it customized with a built-in amp.
"Well, thanks, dad. I can play while I'm there! See you after school!" He sounded happier already.
When he stepped out of the car, quite a few eyes were on him, but not all. He then turned on the built-in amp, and began a solo which got everybody's ears twitching, as he made his way to the door… then the principal stepped in front of it, looking quite red and angry, as the solo continued to tear through the kids bonds of oppression, insecurity, and self-doubt.
"What's with that anti-establish mental music! Cut that off!" and he eyed Yujima's guitar…
"But…" that's all he could get out before the principal grabbed at his guitar.
The first thing that came to his mind was bash the principal in the head… and that's pretty much what he did. No kidding! He did! Then he ran away, through the hallways of the school as fast as he could. He rushed past scores of people, whizzing past lockers, with his guitar held high, and surprisingly it was not broken. His guitar was held high as he tried to make an escape, and surprisingly, he did, just by turning a corner. He then walked up to a teacher, and showed her a schedule…
"Can you point me in this direction? I can't find this room…" He had a hopeful look on his face as he leaned lightly on his guitar.
"Why, this is my room!" the lady happily answered.
He nodded, and headed inside, giving a slight sigh to the task of having to sit in… uuugh… 'school'. The teacher turned around to him, as he walked into the class after her.
"Introduce yourself please…" she was a nice lady, really. You could tell.
Well, this is a sight, huh? A short little spiky red haired kid. Correction… bright red. He was also wearing a stiff collared martial artist's jacket, though it had palm trees and drinks on it, and he was wearing his wave print hakama pants. Basically those wide legged martial arts pants. Oh yea, with a guitar at his side. So, how do you think he looked to the class? He decided to lightly lean on hi guitar again, mostly because he felt kind of queasy, because he really wasn't a public speaker type guy…
"Hello… my name is Yujima… Yujima Bazuzima…" he really didn't even have much to say, either.
He was thinking more about playing something, so he took his guitar into his arms, like it was a beautiful woman, and started off with what would've been an awesome song, but he was looking for virtousic playing like Jimi Hendrix, or Stevie Ray Vaughn. His built-in amp's setting buttons had been pushed when the principal got beaned, so it didn't sound good, because the distortion was higher than normal. He had a Alien Ant Farm/Sugarcult sound to his guitar, instead, so it sounded like a mashed up bag of food processors. Everyone in the class laughed at him, as his face turned almost as red as his hair.
He slumped over his guitar, all the way, looking like he was touching his toes, as his hair lightly brushed the floor. The Teacher gave a soft reassuring smile, and took him to his seat, patting him on the back and suppressing her laughter….
"Here's your seat… behind Naname and Uriko…. I just noticed… you're the only guy in this row…"
He nodded sadly, and stood his guitar up against his desk, as he just sat there, having no book bag and all… yea, Bazuzima really didn't press the issue of book bags… oddly enough. The teacher said to take out paper and a pencil early on, to which he just raised a brow, and gave a deep sigh. He looked to the left of him. That guy looked bummed too. Then to the right… that guy looked super straight-faced… but it's worth a try, I guess…
He tapped the guy to which he turned around and gave him a sharp look "Uhhh… can I borrow a pencil and some paper…?"
The boy sneered without looking at him… "Look, Bazuzima… Yujima… I don't like you very much."
Uriko snapped around, from the very first seat in the row, and she called "What's your problem? Just let him borrow the stuff, Kenji…"
He scoffed a little "I'm sorry, Uriko, but no. 'Sides, we keep talking, we get in trouble."
Uriko reached in her little book bag, and pulled out some paper and a pencil, and said to Naname behind her "Hey, could you pass this to Yujima?"
She nodded and passed it back, and when Yujima got it, he happily nodded to Uriko and started on his work. Once the teacher started asking questions out loud, though… that's when he shined. She was asking normal stuff at first, and Yujima was just quickly shooting out advanced answers at a rapid rate. She could hardy believe it! He's a freakin' genius! Of course, we knew that. Then she started asking college-level questions. He was shooting those down too, and getting dirty looks from all the dudes. Especially Kenji. The girls were just looking at him with an omni-surprised look on their faces. 'Cept Uriko. She gave him the thumbs up. He couldn't help but give a laugh. The teacher stepped it up to theoretical questions, which she had to think five minutes to come up with each one. He would take a minute to think of the answer, looking like he's totally goofing off the whole time. He was right though. She couldn't really argue with that. She eventually gave up, and everyone went back to work.
The day was going quick for him. In each class he'd sit there and eat something. Well, except for first period, 'cause he liked Ms. Nomura. She was nice, and didn't get snappy with him when he proved he was smarter than she was. Well, now he was at lunch time, finishing off his lunch. The almighty sandwich. Mmm…. Steak with A1 sauce… my god… anyway, he sat with the only friend he had… and unfortunately, her little friend, who was his on-bad-terms associate, sat with her. The tension at the table was pretty damn thick, really…
"So, how did the rest of your classes go today, Uriko?" Yujima politely asked…
Uriko started out nice enough… "Oh, they went fine. Kenji was complaining about you, ya know… Says you're a crackpot's son, so you're a crackpot…"
"…Can't… be… serious… Kenji, you wanna tease me and my father, hmmm? Wanna fight 'bout it?" Yujima was pretty much serious about it.
Kenji, who was looking very serious, said coldly "It wouldn't be fair. You may be book smart, but you are purely a simpleton."
Soon as he said that, there was a loud crash, and many men flew into the cafeteria through the windows, with baseball bats and brass knuckles. Yujima jumped up, and ran straight at one, wanting to let out his anger on him. The guy swung at him with a baseball bat, and he jumped quickly in the air as the guy momentarily loss track of him, then noticed he was perched on his bat. Yujima jumped again, lifting his knees to his chest as he did, and just powerfully front dropkicked the guy in the face. He slammed into the wall as Yujima got up, and ducked a swing for his head. As he did, he put his hand on the ground, and pulled a leg scissors on the guys' shins so his knees slammed into the ground. The guy screamed out in pain, and from the leg scissors, Yujima whipped around the other way into a handstand, and bent over backwards, as his foot cracked the top of his head. Yujima kicked up to a standing position and looked around… Where was Uriko? Kenji was… slashing through the guys with a butter knife… at a speed so fast he could barely see it. WHAT THE HELL? Yujima ran towards Kenji, grabbing his guitar from his chair, and smacking a guy solidly out of the way as he made his way there.
"Kenji, where the hell is Uriko?" His voice powerfully rang out through the cafeteria.
He was looking around for her… then he spotted her in the clutched hands of a short, yet muscular man with bright blue spiky long hair crammed under a white barkers' hat to go with his white suit. His eyes could not be seen, but Uriko uselessly trying to break free, as she kicked at him was easy to see. Every kick he blocked with his thigh, easily, and after a while he violently shook her…
"Stop resisting, I need you unharmed. Stop or I'll kill your friends." his voice was cold and truthful. Eerily clear, too…
Uriko stopped and called out "Guys, forget about me… just as long as you two are still alive!"
With that, the man just powerfully walked out of the cafeteria entrance like a silent breeze. Yujima was about to run after the guy, but Kenji grabbed his shoulder, and shook his head.
"What the hell? Why can't we go follow that big bastard?" he slapped Kenji's hand off of his shoulder.
"Stealth is a lot better than busting into a place, you dumb oaf." Kenji's words did have meaning, you know…
"Fine. Let's go." Yujima agreed, but flipped him off anyway, and they began to stalk the man…
End of Ch. 1
Well, if I get any readers, I hope you all like it. The second chapter will be quite important, and pretty freakin' awesome, to boot. Well, this being my first Bloody Roar fic, I think I might have done a pretty good job. Anyway, I'll let you al go, my friends… see ya.
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