Thank you for the reviews. Even though I am kind of pissed at the guy who flamed me. I appreciate you for using your first amendment but please if you are going to complain let it be about something I did in the chapter not what's going to happen. Your personal views are fine but I like the pairings I have and if you don't like it then you don't have to read.

Chapter 2: Gym Class Hero

Michael was almost limping to the P.E building when he kept thinking about all that was going on. The building was very large and held about 3 different main rooms and two changing areas. On the outside was a nice grass field for the mile runs and to the sides were large metal bleachers. He had followed Matt and Tai all the way to the right side of the building which had in large black letters 'BOYS LOCKERS' at the top of it. Michael made a silent gulp and walked in, the room smelt of dry must and lingering cologne odors in the air. You could actually fell the wet sticky air on your head as you entered and it made most people want to vomit.

"What's your locker number Mike?" asked Izzy as he followed the guys in.

"Its 079."

Izzy pointed down the alley way and Michael realized that it was him, Izzy, Tai, and T.K on that row. This was bad but it could be worse. Michael opened up the papers and found the locker combination; he put it in and unhinged the small metal door. He stripped off his pants first, no problem with any scars there, so he slipped on the short red elastic pants given to him and threw his pants, jacket, and back pack into it. Then he slowly lifted up his shirt and prayed silently when he finally had it removed. Compared to everyone else he was the most physically built. He had a nice chiseled look to him and his 6-pack was visible from across the room, Izzy was a scrawny guy, T.K had no real body fat and looked like he had some muscle, Matt had nice arms but his abs were basically flat and Tai well he had good everything except his chest was sort of chubby. But the only thing that made himself different from him were the three long dark brown scars grazing down his abdomen the two lines on his arm and the very brutalized lines on his back. Maybe they weren't that noticeable. But Tai was the one who saw them first.

"Dude what's with the scraps? You get into a fight some time ago?"

Michael sighed and just nodded, yeah it was a fight alright a fight with the devil; but he couldn't think about it again not after all the trouble of keeping it down for these 2 years. Before Michael could do anything else a large man entered the room. He wore a red T-shirt with white sleeves and a long silver whistle hung from his chest and his face was wide and sort of slung together to look like a bulldog. He had no hair on his head except on his chin was a small white beard almost no existent in the sunlight. He wore a baseball cap on his skull.

"Alright ladies, lets get a move on! You got 2 minutes then your late!" yelled the bull dog faced man.

"Yes sir Mr. Hatomishi sir!" yelled the boys at one time.

"Fat old bulldog bastard." Mumbled Tai under his breath as he slipped on his school t-shirt.

"I heard that Tai!"

Tai looked up like he was an accused child and sighed. Michael had to laugh this school was weird, very weird, but the people were at least fun to hang out with. But the new kid just sighed and closed his locker and turned to face a frustrated Izzy who couldn't close his locker door.

"Hold it down for a second." Michael stated as he watched Izzy close the door and with a heavy grunt smashed the full weight of his power on the middle.

When Izzy lifted his hands the door stayed close.

"Thanks man."

"No problem."

The 5 boys walked out of the smelly locker rooms and into the main gym. It was a huge building with peach colored walls and a long hard wood floor. On the wall was a large red dragon with golden wings; probably the schools mascot. But as he entered the room he saw all the cute high school girls in mini shorts and tight shirts. It was a sea of hot girls and Michael couldn't help but stare. Then he turned his head and saw Sora standing on the wall. She was gorgeous, her amber red amber hair slowly swaying in the wind from the air conditioning and he clothes made her look like a goddess, a lush's goddess with velvet skin. Michael almost fell head over heels. Then again he always was when he saw Sora and saw a smile on her face. And he had only known her for 2 hours.

"Hey Michael, looks like the clothes you wear aren't all for show." She stated as he leaned up against the wall next to her.

"What do you mean?" he responded with a confused look upon his face.

Sora just let out a little laugh and shook her head. He felt the blush come to his cheeks and embarrassment set in his gut like a heavy rock.

"Ok boys and girls, sense today is a brand new day I want to make a few new changes. We will not be doing the normal criteria for P.E like we usually do and won't be doing it for a few weeks. No today sense we are having a shortage in students coming into the new sports we have bought for the school. Every one of you will be training in a specific sport of your choice and hopefully you will join the team." said Hatomishi.

Izzy raised his hand with a little doubt," What kind of sports Mr. Hatomishi?"

"Good question you little runt. The sports will be as followed. Baseball, football, and basket ball are all full so if you're not already on one of those three teams then your choices are: track, soccer, tennis, boxing, or swimming. Now have any of you been involved in any of those 5 sports?"

Michael stupidly raised his hand. Yes he had been in one of those sports but that was a long time ago, he didn't really like remembering.

"Yes new kid, what sport?"

"Boxing."

"Really, were you just in it for practice or did you go into any tournaments?"

"2 time county champion, 1 time city wide champion, and runner up state champ."

Mr. Hatomishi looked at him in disbelief. He didn't believe him, no one ever did, but it was the truth, he had to medals and the small trophy for the state. It was fun while it had lasted, and when he thought about being in the ring again a small smile came to his face. It was one of the happiest times of his life when he was in the ring.

"Jr. League?"

"No only the state tournament I was in the minor league. But everything else I was at the normal."

"Come up here boy."

Michael made a soft and walked up to him. He saw the stare of the eyes, everyone starred, especially at the scar. But it for once wasn't about that it was acknowledgment for his actions.

"Listen boy are you bull shitting me? Because I don't take kindly to BS makers, just ask anyone around here." whispered Hatomishi as he put his arm around the young teen.

Michael shook his head no.

"Then show me what you got."

"What do you mean? What do you want me to hit?" asked Michael as he looked around, all there was in the building was a small blue mat.

"I want you to hit me, were going to have ourselves a little match."

Michael gave him a look of pure astonishment, these people were insane.

"Well are you going to look at me like I'm stupid or are you going to wrap up?" Hatomishi was serious, but Michael was doubtful.

Hatomishi lead him into a back room, and there were weights all around the place. To the far end of the room was a long red punching bag and there was a small ring in the middle of it all. It looked brand new for a room this old. It smelt of sweat and cheap air freshener. But before Michael could check the ring ropes Hatomishi pulled out two pairs of gloves, one red and the other black and tape. Dirty nasty tape but it was tape.

"What's wrong, do you need someone to do it for you? If you want one of your buddies to come and hold your hand up there then I will let you have a friend as your ring man!" laughed the bull dog faced man as he pulled out protecting masks.

"No cups?"

"No you feather duster I think were both man enough not to touch each others lower areas!" laughed Hatomishi again.

Michael shook his head as he saw the kids pile into the door way. Hatomishi was an idiot he just wanted to waste some time. And Michael didn't like to waste too much of his time in the ring. The longer you keep an opponent up the more dangerous and careful he becomes of your steps. So Michael slowly wrapped the tape around his fist just like he used to in the old days. It was nice to fell the white tight substance around him again. He strapped up his gloves and fit his protector on nice and tight. It was just like the old days. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Michael, Hatomishi is an idiot, he just likes showing off that he's better then us, so don't go easy on him." whispered Sora into his ear.

Michael gave a little wink and felt the red coming again to his cheeks. He was such an easy blusher. But he quickly slipped between the ropes and looked on at the large crowd formed around the ring. Tai, Izzy, and Sora were the closest to him on the side and Matt, TK, Kari, and Mimi were just behind him. He had some support. But Hatomishi looked like a fool a great big one. He wore his gloves too loosely and his face guard was crooked. He didn't know the first thing about boxing. He needed a brace in his mouth to protect his teeth but Michael just shrugged it off, this dummy wasn't going to lay one good punch on him.

Some goofy looking kid in the back made the sound of a bell and Hatomishi came out of his corner hands down and face out right. He expected Michael to just do the same but the ex pro knew better. He put up his guard and bounced out. He was a little slower then he used to be, but everyone slows down with age. Hatomishi made a big bear swing to the side of his head with a left but Michael made a little laugh and ducked under it; and watched as another left came this time as a wobbly hook. But with a simple push of his hand he blocked it. The old man was pathetic; there was almost no power behind the throws, so Michael just started having fun with the old bull dog, pushing back his lousy throws. Until he let out a straight left hitting the man in the shoulder. It wasn't much but he knew the bull dog felt it. A small cheer erupted from the crowd as he hit him again this time in the other shoulder. Since Hatomishi never put up his block then it was easy to plant one on him. Two more lefts to the chest and Hatomishi almost stumbled back. Michael grew tired of letting this on and slammed his right hand square into Hatomishi's stomach. He heard the old man gasp and groan and Michael shot up his left hand and slammed a big uppercut on the bull dog's chin. He fell back flat on his ass and sighed in pain. Michael didn't really give it his all but he shrugged his shoulder and turned to face the crowd. All of the class was clapping, and Sora, Tai, and Izzy had big happy smiles on there faces.

"Well Mr. Hatomishi looks like this class is over!" laughed Michael as he stepped towards the ring post.

Hatomishi rose up in shock and anger. His face was practically glowing red with anger. The bull dog charged at Michael with his fasts cocked. But as he took a swing the younger teen bobbed and weaved. When the teacher had fully extended his hand out Michael swung a large right planting a square punch directly on Hatomishi's nose. This time the teacher flew back wards onto the mat and clapped his hands over his face.

"Correction, now it's over." Michael stated as he did a little hop over the ropes.

On the outside of the ring he was met with claps and laughter. Tai pretended to be an announcer and lifted Michael's right hand high up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is unanimous by 1st round technical knock out the winner of this match and heavy weight champion of the school Michael!"

Everyone extended laughs and began to leave the room. Sora wrapped her arms around the new kid and gave him a humongous hug.

"You were amazing!" she laughed as he walked out of the room with her still clenched around him.

Michael felt wobbly on his legs as he felt Sora's soft body up against his.

"Thanks, I guess I'll dedicate that win towards you then."

Sora let out a soft laugh and walked on. Michael felt for the first time in a long while proud. He had beat up an elderly man but he was proud all the same. He was still confused onto why he had to do all that but if Sora liked it then he didn't have a problem with it.

As he walked back into the locker room he noticed that everyone was going into the shower area, he didn't like the fact that he had to take a public shower but at least the stalls had doors latched to them. He still felt a little awkward of showing all his friends the scars on his back.

As he let the warm water run along his hot and sweaty skin Michael let out of gasp of relaxation. He thought about what he was going to do next but before he could really go into detail he heard Tai and Matt talking in separate stalls.

"Man he was awesome, I wonder if I should join the team? If he is going to be on it we will win no doubt about it!" came Tai's voice.

"Yeah but did you see those scars? I wonder what he also did in the past." came Matt's.

Michael sighed again but this time in depression, it was almost 2 years ago he lost it all and he still felt it every day.

"You know I can still here you!" Michael yelled not letting his friends here the sadness in his voice.

"We know!" they yelled back in unison.

Oh yeah he did a lot more in his past, more then they would know.

Well that's the end of this chapter. But next time I will tell you all about Michael's sad bloody past and a little more class time is in order. Also, is there a trouble brewing inside this small new school already?