A/N : I'm still alive! If anyone's still reading this... I'm really sorry about being so late with this chapter. My only excuse is participating in a very intensive mainframe course with two lectors who can only be described as modern slave drivers. They had us study and write our final project till the late night hours. But it's finished and I am free!

Tora Igarashi makes an appearance, so the chapter contains sexual assault, offensive language and such.

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue…

The Perv Bro

The room was enormous, and its décor was nothing like the student council room at Seika. The gold-framed paintings on the wall flaunted their vivid colors; the selves were full of antiquarian books and porcelain vases which reminded her the illustrations she saw in her history book describing the Chinese Ming Dynasty. The rich carpet didn't resemble at all the cheap, crooked flooring at her school. Misaki felt a bit overwhelmed, but remembering the purpose of her visit she collected her thoughts and turned her attention from the museum-like cabinet to its inhabitant.

Tora Igarashi sat behind a solid mahogany desk, lazily leaning back and contemplating Misaki, like an art connoisseur appraising a rare painting.

"How…quaint. So you're the president of the Seika high?" he asked.

"Yes, my name is Misaki Ayzawa. And you're Tora Igarashi, I presume?" inquired in return Misaki.

"Misaki…" he was saying her name as if probing excellent vine. He left her question unanswered.

"Turn around" as to answer to Misaki's questioning gaze, he explained "I want to see you from all the angles"

Misaki frowned. 'What's with all the males today, acting pervertly around me?'

"'You have, perchance, a younger brother at Seika?' she asked aloud.

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind. You just reminded me of someone." She made a dismissive gesture "I am here to talk about Aiko." She waited for his response, but all she got was a blank look.

"Ai-who?" Inquired Miyabigaoka's student president staring at her with the same lecherous look.

"AI-KO!" The first year from Seika you seduced and dumped the next day!"

Igarashi looked as if he sincerely tried to remember. "When was it?" Misaki was seething with hatred, but answered "She said it was at the Tagashima's branch employees party she meet you. She said you took her with him and had her way with her." Misaki looked at him accusingly.

Tora remembered the girl now. The Tagashima's branch did well enough in this quarter to justify a reception, graced with the presence of the Igarashi heir and of some representatives of the executive management. Tora was playing his role as usual, listening to boring speeches, shaking hands, smiling, congratulating, encouraging, while wishing the event to end. That evening he meet Aiko.

She was a sweet little nobody, dressed in white, all bright eyes and smiles when she saw him, the heir of the Igarashi's – he spotted her when his bored glance swept over the assorted crowd of Tagashima's employees and their relatives. He picked her up to liven up a slow evening, and because he was bored out of his skull. He thought that an inexperienced and naïve female would make a refreshing novelty from his usual refined and bitchy type.

Her simple vocabulary, Tora was sure, originated from pink covered books and soap operas. She was undoubtedly viewing herself in the role of Cinderella. The golden combination of being rich, famous and sexy made him perfect for the role of her prince. He throw in a few smiles and compliments for good measure - that's all was needed to charm her out of her fluffy white dress and equally innocent plain underwear later in his sybarite bedroom.

Well, Cinderella now knew that miracles won't last after midnight – when Tora got tired of her, he explained that he meant it to be and one-night stand, then sent the crying girl home in his limousine with a parting gift. All in all, despite the last trying minutes it wasn't a bad evening, he concluded.

Tora returned to the present. "I seem to recall her" he said indifferently. "If the gift I gave her wasn't enough, I am willing to offer monetary compensation as well." He reached into one of the drawers and pulled out what seemed like a handful of banknotes. "Will this suffice?"

Misaki looked uncomprehendingly at the banknotes for a second, then at Igarashi.

"You're unbelievable!" said Miski angrily. "Don't tell me you're actually offering money to her, you arrogant jerk? As if she… she…"

"Arrogant?" he asked "For taking what was freely given?" He looked at the fuming Misaki with honest incomprehension.

"Because she is a living human being with feelings, Igarashi!" Said the girl passionately "Not a doll you can broke and toss aside! If it wasn't serious for you, why couldn't you leave her alone? She entrusted you with her feelings and you hurt her…"

Tora was surprised to hear the deep compassion for the absent girl in her voice.

"You're being overly dramatic for no apparent reason. She should be thankful. I gave her a sexual experience she'd never forget. How many girls can say that about their first?" Tora shoot her a self-confident smile. For some reason, he enjoyed provoking her. Misaki was speechless for a moment. Then she found her voice. "You're completely spoiled, rotten brat! You don't even understand what you did to her, do you?"

"Don't' tell me you came all this way to lecture me that banging an underage virgin is unethical?" Igarashi smirked "You're really something."

"No, you perv, I came here to tell you she'd tried to commit suicide, jumping off from our school building!" Screamed Misaki in frustration.

Silence fell. 'There, now, at least I got the attention of the self-confident bastard.'

"Is she…hurt?" Igarashi's face turned pale and he looked somewhat younger.

"No, but not for the lack of trying." Said Misaki grimly. "She is unhurt – physically. But that silly girl is still in love with you, babbling on and on about how she wants you to take her back." Misaki had an expression of a person who had tasted something disgusting but was too polite to spit it out.

"So she is unhurt." Igarashi regained his posture and his insolent smile "I perceive she simply put on an act to seem more interesting, or even try to get me back. An useless attempt. You are a fool, prez Ayzawa, assisting such a clingy loser."

"You say that now, but what if she died, how could you live with that?" asked Misaki.

Igarashi shrugged. "If she was that weak and stupid, to throw away her life for imaginary feelings?

Misaki wanted to strangle him. "Her feelings were real!"

Igarashi quirked his brow with irony "O yeah? For a man she saw only in the magazines before and met first time in person for a few hours? You don't believe it yourself. Any guy in my position would fit in her frame. She is a victim of mass culture, not mine. It's social Darwinism, my dear president. Stupid people who cannot adapt and obvious of the life's harshness and fact, they meant to die or be exploited."

Misaki looked at him with astonishment. "Don't tell me you're some self-proclaimed follower of Hobbes or even worse, Nietzsche?"

"Next you will scorn me that I don't believe in fairy tales." She could see that he was having a good time provoking her. The urge to break one of the decorative floor vases on his head grew stronger but Misaki restrained herself. "I won't speak about ethical principles then. You obviously think you're above such mundane things. But you are responsible for your employees. And their families. What kind of leader would you make if instead of protecting the people in your care, you abuse them? That way you will lose their respect very soon."

She could tell her words hit the target as Tora stopped smirking and looked at her with pure hatred.

"What such a lower class nobody like you would know about leadership and authority'" snarled Igarashi. "I advise you choose your words carefully as to not regret them later."

But Misaki was wasn't in the mood to be diplomatic. "You're just a spoiled brat in need for a lesson! Moreover, I don't get it, how could the students of Miyabigaoka choose such a degraded, despicable, decadent person as their student president!"

Tora's eyes gleamed dangerously. "You know, Misaki, I wondered about the same thing…how you get so popular with the boys in Seika that they choose to elect you?"

"Why, you dirty…" Misaki almost choked in anger "I got my place through hard work unlike someone, who surely got it for simply being dad's boy!"

Tora snarled at her "Who are you, to judge me? How dare you to mention my family, you lowly commoner?"

'Well, as long as we trading insults…'

"I couldn't care less about your stupid family! I want you to keep your lecherous hands off the girls of Sekia High!"

"…or else?" Asked Tora with mild curiosity.

"Or else, I'll…" while Misaki was contemplating how she could threaten the heir of the Igarashi group, he stepped closer and took her chin with two fingers, turning her face to the light, looking at her with a smirk.

"Such a passionate nature you have. I bet you'll be much more enjoyable than that small-fry girl you keep mentioning. All those easy girls who fall on their back and start to worship me are not worth my time." He moved closer "I want a girl who will prove a challenge, one who has flame in her. You seem…acceptable. Want to be my lover? You won't regret it. You can't be rich, being a Seika student. Ask anything you want, I'll give it to you."

Misaki stared at him uncomprehendingly. "You're delusional. Are you seriously think I will agree to this? Is it what you said to Aiko? Or maybe you drugged her just to have your way with her?" As soon as she said it, she realized she'd made a mistake. Dead silence fell. Tora's face turned a mask of raw fury. Misaki stepped back, for the first time frightened by the cold hatred in his eyes.

"What do you take me for? A cheap drug dealer? A pathetic, weak junkie?" hissed Igarashi "I never touch the stuff nor give it to… others." Misaki could see that unintentionally she'd hit a sensitive spot. In the meantime Igarashi seem to have composed himself. He took a deep breath and continued more casually. "Believe me, I don't need to use drugs to get laid. Woman came more than willingly and voluntarily. You, too, should reconsider. My offer will stand…let's say… till midnight. Don't miss your chance, it's an one-time offer."

This was the moment when her already thin patience wore out. Misaki exploded. She hit his hand with her fist as hard as she could "You bloody pervert! I swear I won't let you molest any other girl in Seika! " She yelled "I'll report you to the police for molesting underages! Better yet, I myself will beat some reason in you!" Her outburst seemed to entertain Igarashi.

"Don't be ridiculous, my dear prez. Who would believe your word over mine? As about the physical threat…" Tora moved even closer, his eyes sparkling "I dare you to try."

Misaki, her face red with anger, yelled "You asked for it, spoiled brat!" She raised her fist to hit him, but he was faster. He intercepted her hand in the air then threw her at the desk. She tried an uppercut, which he easily blocked. He was trained and stronger than she, and Misaki, first time in her life, started to panic. He pressed her down with his body, effectively pinning her to the desk, his eyes burning with an unholy light. She could feel his breathing on her face. She tried to free herself, but he easily kept her pressed to the desk. She tried to hit him between his legs, but again, Tora easily blocked her. He pressed his knee between her legs, trying to separate them. She felt completely powerless. "I see you like to be in control", he breathed "But now you'll see you can't be always on the top!" He eyed her competitively "S&M is not really my thing, but I see you like it, and for you I am willing to give it a try."

"Get off me, you perv!" struggled Misaki "Or you'll regret it!"

"I might let you go, if you really don't want it – if you ask nicely" purred Tora.

"I won't play your stupid games…" she looked at Igarashi and decided that it wasn't the best time for a debate. She looked at him straight in the eyes and said with emphasis:

"Igarashi. Stop it. I don't want this. You're hurting me. Please, let me go."

As suddenly as he grabbed her, he let her go. Misaki jumped to her feet, warily eying him for a second, then fled the room.

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…So whaddya think? Do I need to raise the rating? And how was Tora? Want to read more about him? These are the introductory chapters and I was thinking inserting Hinata next, but he is kinda hard to write… and I've another 2,500 words ready on Tora which I chopped off from the original version of this one as it was too long. It mostly contains his background and his interaction with other characters.