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So...here's the next chapter. Enjoy! :D

Warning: Fight and violence.

"Let's have a big hand for Hachiro Tachibana, the ever-true friend of the poor!"

With the announcement of the anchor, claps of the people from different walks of life rained on the plot as the red silk curtain from the nameplate of the newly built four-storied building got drawn off by the hands of the renowned politician. On its marble-white background, the name of the party, the identity of the founder and the location of the spot were written in italic ebony alphabets. As he turned back to the audience, all them showered the petals of roses and myrtles on him. Though the name of the group was, "Impoverished Welfare Party", most of the people there were hailing from the rich classes. Everyone was well-dressed and suited-booted.

Smilingly walking forward, he shook hands and shared hugs with a few closer people. All were congratulating him for his great success. The ambiances were filled with merriment. The clicks on the cameras descended to the field, engaged in a tooth-and-nail competition with the resonations of the wild applauses. News reporters were standing there with unfolded umbrellas over their heads. Cameramen were determining the best positions to have the clearest snaps of the leader. Seeing everything going on around him, the brunette's chest rose in complete pride and self-satisfaction. Never could he have imagined that he would reach the heights of such glories one day. Soon, the audience blurted in unison:

"Your leader, our leader!"

"Hachiro Tachibana, Hachiro Tachibana!"

"Your leader, our leader!"

"Hachiro Tachibana, Hachiro Tachibana!"

As the slogans stopped, taking a deep breath, the politician started, "Dear people! There goes a proverb in politics. That is: The population is the true power! A large number of the population of my country consists of the poor people. That's why, I have named our group, 'Impoverished Welfare Party!' In this party, there's no place for a dishonest person! There's no place for black policies! All the people are together here!"

He couldn't even stop for taking a breath as the people around him again shouted together:

"Hail Impoverished Welfare party!"

"Hail Impoverished Welfare party!"

"The greatest leader of all the time!"

"Hachiro Tachibana, Hachiro Tachibana!"

His secretary became busy in making some space for his boss as the famous political leader made his way to the exit though it was not an easy job for him at all. All his followers punched in the air and uttered the mottos, marching straightly behind him. The politician's footsteps were proud and confident, so were the expressions on his face. His smirk was visible to everyone, not his unseen mask that was covering his true appearance. Soon, a person with spiked dark purple hair, wearing a long violet coat stood beside him. Recognizing him, the leader neared him to hear what he was intending to say.

"Leader, the business between us is somewhat curvy," He whispered, "The government has banned 100 tons of baby food produced in my company, declared them as inedible and ordered us to bury them. Please, do something to get them sold. You'll get a large profit."

Hearing the name of profit, his ruby eyes glossed in greed. Though he had earned a lot of fame, he still couldn't come out from his actual nature. His covetousness for wealth and money hadn't gone away yet. As a result, lowering his tone, he assured, "Don't worry, Gideon. Everything will be managed."

"Then," Gideon chuckled a satisfied laughter, "I'll lay the carpet of flowers on your way, leader! Hey everyone, be loud!"

"Your leader, our leader!"

"Hachiro Tachibana, Hachiro Tachibana!"

"Your leader, our leader!"

"Hachiro Tachibana, Hachiro Tachibana!"

The classroom was silent and still. On his four-legged wooden chair, the blonde Spanish lecturer was discussing about Rolle's theorem, mean value theorem and the relation between them. Sitting on the wide ligneous benches arranged in two separate rows, the pupils were listening to him very attentively. Some were yawning, feeling the lecture to be boring and anaesthetizing. Some were nodding furiously and responding actively, enjoying the mechanisms of the theories a lot and getting cursed by others under their breaths. Lovers were winking at one another, backbenchers were literally sleeping, resting their heads on their backpacks which were seeming feathery pillows to them at that time. The horrendous calculations written with black marker pens on the white board were getting blurred before their eyes little by little…

"Boom! Boom!"

The lecturer stopped explaining the theories, standing up from his chair. Those who were yawning jerked their heads and straightened their backs. The backbenchers jumped out of their peaceful siesta; lovers almost hugged one another in nervousness. Some dramatic and flirty girls almost landed on the laps of the boys sitting nearby them. Lewd lads also clutched the arms and shoulders of the ladies, pretending to console and comfort them. Whisperings were going on in the classroom. But when the orange-haired young man stepped out his bench, everyone shut up. They all feared Brooklyn Masefield more than the death. Gritting his jaw, the notorious student leader came out of the class as everyone followed secretively, trying to know what was happening.

Outside, a fresher was getting beaten mercilessly by another political worker. He thrashed his face twice and shoved him to the ground. The poor blonde American collided with the chest of the tangerine-head as he grasped his hair and lifted his face, having a direct eye-contact with him. All the students gasped, feeling sorry for the hyperactive American who even couldn't do the first seven classes of his university life properly. The victim stared at the cold, ruthless aquamarine pupils of the predator. His feet were uncontrollably shaking. He joined his hands together for mercy but his voice was inaudible to him, muffled and terror-stricken. The orangette had already decided what to do to him.

With his creepy smile in his lips, by the hair, the leader dragged him to the central field of the varsity. The afraid students were about to go back to their classrooms, neither being able to protest, nor being capable enough to tolerate the harsh and torturous scene before their eyes. Again, their attempts went in vein as Brooklyn kicked on the ground.

"Hey!" He screeched, "Nobody will dare move a single step. Stay wherever you are! Witness what happens when someone speaks against Brooklyn Masefield in Tokyo Institute of Technology!"

Not finishing his speech properly, the orangette elbowed the forehead of the American, blowing him off. He was about to collapse on the ground and hit his back but before it, two strong and muscular arms caught him tightly, preventing his fall. Gently, they lifted him. The American gaped at the amethyst eyes of his savior. They were deep, meaningful, cold but not ruthless like his tormentor. Mercy and goodness were there. As the VP saw the blood-stained face of the blonde, his heart throbbed. The body of the fresher was bearing so many cuts and scrapes. The area under his left eye went blue. However, what boiled the blood of the slate-haired were the signs of fear on the face of the American and his continuous trembling. How could the vice-president of the central students' union of the university bear it after all?

Looking at the Japanese blunette standing beside him and looking at the fresher concernedly, he handed the injured boy to him and spoke, "Take him to the medical room."

Nodding, the navy-haired boy wrapped a hand around the shoulders of the wounded and placed his arm on his waist. Then, crouching, he disappeared from the place as the twin-haired started folding the sleeves of his black shirt. In anger, his orbs were wanting to come out from his eye sockets. He gritted his fists and placed his eyes on the varsity terrorists who were facing him with hockey-sticks in their hands, ready to beat him into a pulp with vicious smirks on their faces. Loosening a button on the collars, he remarked, "I know how to bring these goons in their proper size."

"Get him!" Brooklyn hissed as his followers rushed to him raising their hockey-sticks, screaming. Catching one of the bats, Kai pushed his guts with his right knee, getting him grounded. Another came and raised his leg in a high kick reaching the shoulder of the VP but he blocked it with his elbow and span it. As a result, the aggressor tumbled and fell. Getting encouraged, other students also came down to join the fight and stop the nasty political workers. The whole ground of the campus became heated, fights continued between the general students and politicians. Some teachers came out to stop them and some remained in the balconies, knowing that there wouldn't be any problem when the vice-president of the central students' union was there.

Seizing the ruffled orange hair of the leader, the slate-haired pulled him left and elbowed his cheek, leaving a big red circle on his face. Hauling him from the surface, the redhead Russian kneed his abdomen and punched on his nose. An activist of Brooklyn's team hurried towards Kai with a hockey-stick and nearly thumped it on his head, swinging it horizontally but quite cunning the VP was, swooping down. In the same state, he clasped the wrists of the attacker who was inclosing the bat and placed a kick at his stomach, flinging him back. Seeing the situation worsening, Brooklyn freed himself from the hands of general students after scuffling a bit and rushed towards his large bottle-green truck. Pulling out cocktail bombs from a white sack, he started throwing them at the playground where the fierce hand-to-hand battles were still going on.

That worked for the tangerine-haired. Stopping fighting, everyone started running here and there in order to be safe from the cocktails. The small detonators were blasting one by one, releasing a few sparkles and a lot of smokes. The dreadful screams of the general students filled the peaceful environment within no moment.

"Oh my God!" Romero cried, standing beside Mr. Dickenson, the vice chancellor of the university, "Sir, I won't remain here anymore! I'll resign, Sir!"

Prodding the ribcage of another tormentor, Kai caught the wrist of a jet-haired which had been about to crush his shoulder and punched at his guts. Almost making him lie on the air holding his bangs, he blew his chest and left him crushed on the field. Seeing a girl confusedly looking at everything and a cocktail bomb falling in front of her, he exited the fight and rushed towards her. She was seeming quite inexperienced in these types of events. Almost leaping on her, he shoved her to the ground, landing on her body as the detonator exploded, harming no one thankfully.

As he lifted his face, his stagnant amethyst orbs clashed with the glimmering ruby pupils of the rescued girl. Soft and thick coffee locks were diagonally covering her forehead, falling on her rose cheeks. The rest of her velvety chocolate hair crossed her shoulders. Ivory face was drenched in perspiration, rosy lips were parted a bit as she was panting and gasping. His fingers were clutching her shoulders, her hands were on by the sides of his neck for support. She also saw his right aventurine eye filled with concerns for her. Another was concealed under his silky electric blue bangs. Fair cheeks of him had the color of the newly risen sun.

Their deep and unstable breaths met each other as their nostrils had the aroma. Kai was still panting, not leaving the brunette yet. As his body was still in contact with hers, he could easily feel her heartbeats. They were fast and unsteady from the sudden collision. His ever-stable heart also lost its beats to her, agreeing with her blood-pumping organ. The jaw of the dauntless VP was almost dropped in awe. Around them, the fights among the students were still continuing but the dual-haired didn't care. He wished he could have stared at those garnet pools for the next one thousand years. He lost himself to her heat. They didn't know how long it would go but unexpectedly, yet, expectedly, she felt that his mesomorphic body was crushing her slender one.

"Please…." She frowned, clutching his collars, "Will you have the trouble to leave me? I also have the habits of moving my hands and legs."

"Oh…." Blushing fifty shades of red and realizing what he was thinking about her, he quickly stood up, "Sorry."

She also stood up from her position. Tucking her strands behind her ear, she stared at him and smiled, inaudibly thanking him for saving her life. As he gave a silent nod, flushing like a ripe tomato, she rushed inside the building where her other female friends were waiting for her.

Meanwhile, the vice chancellor and other teachers had descended to the ground floor for inspecting everything. The navy-haired had also returned to the fight, keeping the fresher safely in the medical room. He spread his arms protectively, standing before the girls and female teachers so that nobody could harm them and stepped back to make them reach a safe place. As he made a hockey-stick-holder return by warning him strictly, enraged, the assaulter rushed towards the principal and struck on his temple, leaving a circular reddish blemish there. The bald teacher clutched his head as other teachers ran towards him for his aid.

The painful gasp of the VC made the love-stricken VP come out from his daydreams as the latter's blood again bubbled in his veins. He wasn't a person to tolerate the humiliation of his teacher in the hands of his classmate before his eyes. Snarling, he scurried towards the torturer and snatched his hockey-stick from his hand without giving him any previous warning. Not able to bear the sudden jolt, the belligerent fell back as Kai's hands smacked the bat on his waist twice. Standing up and not trying to fight back, his opponent ran forward towards the truck of Brooklyn. Already all his teammates had got into that. As he ascended, the orange-head drove it out of the campus, fleeing for that time. Exhaling, Kai hurried towards his wounded vice chancellor. All the girls and female teachers had also come out.

"Sir," The brunette gasped, seeing the red spot on the forehead of the VC who was being held softly by the dual-haired, "Are you alright?"

"Strange!" The bald man's throat splashed sorrows, "Despite being a student, Brooklyn has stooped so low?"

"But…" Another spectacled female teacher confusedly questioned, "A normal student cannot have so much courage to hit a teacher. Who has pampered him? Who's influenced him?"

'Hmm….' Leaving the back of the mentor, the dual-haired half-Russian crossed his arms on his chest, striding past the crowd, absorbed in his own deep thoughts.

'Maybe I know it…'

"Idiots!"

On his revolving chair, the brown-haired politician punched on the hardcore glass covering his meeting table, fuming in anger and disgust. In front of him, the orange-haired student leader along with his activists were hanging their heads low, realizing that they had made a great mistake which pissed their master off. Specially, the tangerine-head was stroking his left cheek after he had got a tight slap there for his deeds. Even the air-conditioners on the gypsum walls in the room now couldn't cool the head of the brunette. The tubs of pine trees by the sides of his table couldn't pacify his eyes.

"Who the hell told you to creating a chaos in the university today?" He spat, "Don't you know that my Hilary went to the first class of her second year today?"

"How'll I know that your daughter is in the same university, leader?" Brooklyn itched his cheek in a callous way, sitting down on the nearby chair, "The children of the politicians in this country like you don't study in the schools, colleges or the universities of Japan."

"Shut up!" Hachiro snapped, resting his forehead on the tips of his right fingers.

"Of course!" The general secretary furiously nodded, "What should boss do in this case? Without him, lady Hilary cannot stay anywhere and our boss cannot stay without the general mass. Am I right, leader?"

"Will you all stop blabbering?" The politician gritted his teeth, "Dial the number of the house."

"Sure, Sir." Waggling, the secretary neared the telephone and pressed the number keys of the telephone number of the house of his master. As the ringtones were heard, he quickly handed the receiver to the brunette. Soon, from the other side, a feminine voice could be heard.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Hilary?" The politician spoke, feeling relieved after hearing the tone of his daughter.

"Yes, dad," The brunette was writing something on her notebook, "I'm speaking."

"I have heard that a chaos happened in your university today," Hachiro gulped, "Are you okay, my princess?"

"Ow dad…" Hilary pouted, "You're feeling restless without any reason. Don't you know that I know karate?"

"Thank goodness!" The father huffed, pressing his chest with his hand, "My heartbeats were about to stop, my girl. You've given me relief."

"Dad," The chocolate-haired girl spread her legs on her bed, leaning her head against the pillow, "Why do you worry about me so much?"

"What to do, princess?" The politician sadly chuckled, "You're the piece of my heart. Without me, you have no one and without you, I have no one in this world. In politics, there goes a proverb. It is I who am both your father and your mother."

"Dad, I wish I could hear your sweet talks for the rest of the day," She smirked, "But I have to study now so that I can retain my position as the topper of my department. So, see you later."

"Okay, my girl, study attentively," The politician disconnected the call, "See you soon."

Keeping the receiver at its place, the female brunette went back to her study table. But unexpectedly, on that day, she couldn't focus on her studies. Instead of the fonts, the dynamic face of the cold and calm vice-president of the central students' unit of their university was floating on the blank white pages of her notebook. There had been so much fierceness in his amethyst orbs. Cloud-colored hair had been roaring like the clouds of any thunderstorm. For kicking those goons out and protecting his campus with all her members, he'd been determined. How easily he had dodged those cocktail bombs and saved her life risking his own! She couldn't have been more grateful to him. Instead of it, she'd clutched his collars and threatened him?

She became much embarrassed at her own deeds to him. Crimson her cheeks became in repentance and amorous feelings. Closing the notebook, she got up from the table and lay down on her bed, facing the ceiling. Nah, she wouldn't be able to study anymore that day. Maybe, she was liking him after all.

"So, you thrashed them like a real hero, ni-san?" Pressing the ice-bag on the swollen arm of the dual-haired, the sky-haired girl wanted to know about the heroic activity of her brother.

"Hn," Kai rested his head on another hand, "Not a big deal, Ayaka."

"Woah!" The female blunette raised an eyebrow, "And Tyson?"

"What will you do by knowing it?" The slate-haired shrugged, "He also helped me staying by my side."

"A true friend he is, isn't he?" His sister massaged his shoulders, blushing, "A long time has passed since we met each other…"

She stopped as she noticed her brother gawking at her in a deadly way as if he'd wanted to bury her under the ground right now. Shaking her head, she spoke, "I mean…who was the heroine?"

"Hmm…" Kai thought of the girl whom she'd saved back in the morning. Despite falling in danger, she'd had no sign of fear on her face. She'd been confused but confident of her abilities to protect herself at the same time. Brown locks had been as deep as her twinkling twin rubies placed at her eye sockets. On her moon-like face, there had been the vigor of hundreds of suns. He felt that the Creator had poured all the beauty, confidence and courage of the world in her form while creating her. Never had he stared at a lady in this way before it, let alone touching. While thinking of her, his heartbeats were going faster. Did he start liking her?

"Before it, I asked you this question so many times," Ayaka chortled, winking at him, "But you never remained so silent. What's the case, big brother?"

"Case?" With a jolt, the slate-haired sat up on his bed and throwing his death glares at his little sister. Gasping, the blunette stepped out of the bed. He was about to pull her ponytail but before it, their mother entered their room, completing her regular tuitions. Seeing her, they quickly hid the ice-bag under the pillow. If she knew it, she'd be very tensed once again.

"Kai?" Misaki kept her handbag on the nearest table, "I've heard that a chaos happened in your college today?"

"Not at all, mom," Ayaka shook her head, "Ni-san hasn't stepped out of the house today. How will he know it? Even his left arm is perfect and alright. Just check it…"

She lifted the left arm of her brother where pained a lot. Kai flinched badly, rubbing the hurt spot as Ayaka bit her tongue. Giving her a nasty look, her brother grouched, massaging the area. Slapping on her forehead, their mother puffed, realizing what had actually happened.

"I have told you many times, Kai," Misaki sighed as droplets of tears rolled down on her cheeks, seeing her son in pain, "Study without any extra fiasco and run this family. But you didn't listen to me. You enrolled yourself in politics. Your father was also a famous politician once upon a time. But what could he do for this nation? Rather, he had to lose his life. Why do you hurt me so much with your actions, my son?"

"Mom…." In a calm way, the dual-haired neared his mother and wiped the beads of tears from her face carefully, "Don't shed tears for your son. He's not only your son, but also the son of the whole nation. How can he forget another mother of him?"

'Maybe, for this,' Misaki sniffed, shushing her children, 'The public universities of Japan are standing straightly to snatch the children from their mothers and the worthy young people from their nation. Oh God, protect my Kai!'

So...how was it? I know the fights were cliche, so pardon me :P

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