I would like to thank the people who read my story, thank you very much. I was so encouraged by my reviews, thank you guys, you rock. So without further ado, please enjoy chapter two. Yay, I made a rhyme.
Chapter 2: Sticking it to the man!
Wataru stormed down the street leaving behind an almost comatose Kawamura on the pavement.
'I can't believe his nerve. Telling me I look like a lady. Ha, yeah right. I'm the manliest guy around. He doesn't know what he's talking about at all.'
So troubled by the statement made by Kawamura, Wataru never notice when a bunch of burly guys followed him around the alley. Their presence wasn't made known until a cat crashed into a trashcan overflowing with filth. The black cat stared at them with wide, unblinking green eyes.
"Meow," the cat mewled before scurrying away underneath the cover of the darkness. It was then Wataru noticed his uninvited guest and slowly backed up.
The leader, as he was so obviously leading the pack smirked at him.
"Well, boys, it seems that the chase is up." Shrugging his shoulders lazily in an exaggerated movement, this caused the rest of them to grunt in a sad attempt of laughter.
Wataru continue to back up, glancing back to see if he had a clear access to run. Just as he was about to sprint away, he found himself shoved up against the grimy wall of the alley.
The leader gave slow sneer and brought his face quite close to Wataru's face.
"Say now, you weren't about to run now, eh?"
As the rest of the guys chortle at the remark, it left Wataru wondering what was so funny. I mean, it wasn't as if he had made a joke or anything. Wataru internally shrugged, they were idiots after all following this loser around.
"So, what's a pretty thing like you doing out so late? If you're looking for some adventure I can show you a good time. You'll like that wouldn't you, girl?"
Snickers were heard again from the peanut gallery, and Wataru saw red. While the guy was distracted, Wataru grabbed his fingers and twisted them. The macho man began to grovel at his feet until a final kick on top of his back had him kissing the ground. The followers stared at Wataru before running away shrieking, 'Demon'.
Watching their cowardly selves run he stared down at his victim before scoffing at the unconscious man.
'Maybe, Kawamaru was right; I do look like a chick.' Wataru thought thoughtfully, thinking about all the past experience of boys coming up to him under the assumption of him being a girl.
Glancing at his reflection in a nearby window, he stared at his thin frame.
'I don't understand. I'm certainly flat in the chest area.'
He turned around to peer behind at his butt.
'I certainly don't have back or whatever. What do boys see that I don't?' Wataru thought as he walked by unaware of the admiring looks of the boys he passed on the street. They definitely saw something worth obtaining.
Wataru was oblivious to the fact his wide, blue eyes were so deep like an ocean it drew man to it's depth. His "thin" frame had all the right curves, his peaches and cream skin glowed a healthy shine underneath the sun's ray, and his ebony hair was darker then night itself. His butt was shape-able, not to big, just perfectly round. He was beautiful to say the least, he just didn't know it. He would later.
I'm sorry for it being so short but I promise it would get longer, especially since the next chapter is when it's back to school and meeting Kazuki. Till next time folks