_The Terrible Boyfriend/A Naruto and School Days Fan-Fiction_
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*Author's Note: I just wanted to make something clear is that when involving the Japanese School System, when someone says junior high it refers to them being in middle school while in senior high it refers to them being in high school. In the series Kotonoha, Makoto and Senkai were all in their second year of high school so just to clarify on any misunderstandings that may occur to the timeline. According to that, there are three years in their schools meaning thier are three years of middle school, three years of high school. This will follow the anime and the visual novels.
Also, this is an entire redone to my first original chapters. PLEASE REVIEW!
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*Chapter 1: How they met...
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Scrible.
Scrible.
Scrible.
With a pencil in hand he scribled pointless doodles. It was a means to pass the time.
Scrible.
Scrible.
Scrible.
"Oi, Katsura, you're slacking off like always I see"
He heard that familiar smug and conceited tone again like always.
"H-hai"
And again he heard that familiar meek response from the other.
Scrible.
Scrible.
Scrible.
Giving a silent grunt, his brows furrowed slightly. The pacing of his scribbling quickened.
"Ugh, how is it you became Class Rep I'll never know. All you ever do is slack, always having us do the hard work while you go off and ogle at boys all the time" a heavy sigh so fake it made his stomach lurch a bit.
"I don't..." a frail voice responded to softly for him to hear.
Scrible.
Scrible.
Scrible.
His scribbling quickened again along with the grip of his pencil tightening
"Huh? What was that? Speak up we can't hear you when you murmur like that!"
His jaw tighten. His teeth beginning to grit.
His right brow was beginning to twitch. Not only that, a burning itch was felt in his chest.
It wasn't the first time he heard them in their usualy routine. So why was he feeling this? 'Because you hate bullying' he thought to himself. He knew exactly what they were doing since the beginning of senior year and he never paid any mind to it.
Why should he? If a person was getting bullied and they couldn't stand up for themselves, they weren't worth the effort.
Scrible.
Scrible.
Scrible.
"Honestly, all we ever have to do is put up with your disrespect towards us and everyone in class. You don't even thank us when we work hard for everyone else to get the things you can't get right"
Scrible.
Scrible
Scrible.
"I... h-hai" she only said in defeat.
SNAP!
Pulling back his chair he made his way towards them.
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She never had a social life. Always cluttered at home due to her mother being strict with her, having her, wanting her, to excell in various activities that would benefit her later in life: piano, ballet, Japanese dancing and so on and so forth. Her life seemed to be caged until her mother allowed her more freedom once she enrolled in Sakakino School. And ever since then, Katsura Kotonoha felt that maybe it had been a poor choice on her part. A part she would have to endure for the next few years of her life.
All she had been doing was reading her favorite book before KatÅ Otome arrived to begin their usual routine. Beratting and belittling her with each passing minute of their free time. And like the good girl she was - the girl her mother requested out of her to be, Kotonoha endured the proccess over and over again
Her mood downtrodden, Kotonoha merely said "hai" in a weak utter. It was her mother's wish to be that excellent student, the ideal student idol to inspire to be and become.
'I didn't raise my daughter to become some degenerate that goes around picking fights'.
Those had been her mother's words. Kotonoha loved her mother regardless, doing whatever she could to provide and raise them. She and her little sister. Her eyes looked up, but fell quickly, not being able to meet the glare of Otome and her three friends.
'Why do you have to put up with them?' a small voice in the back of her mind questioned. 'They hate you, and you hate them' refusing to acknowledge how she felt, refusing to say it aloud Kotonoha pushed those thoughts aside quickly. The only thing she could even do was hold tightly onto the book she had.
"Honestly, why bother being Class Representative? Ogling boys, acting as if you're better than everyone in class, it makes me sick" Otome sneered, hands on her hips. The trio behind her all gave amused and approval looks as they all nodded together.
She didn't ogle at boys. She was afraid of the opposite gender since Junior High. Remebering that boy holding her hand and not letting go until she decided to dance with him had left her afraid.
"Making us do your work-"
"Will you just shut up!"
The usual routine had broken somehow. Flinching somewhat, Kotonoha heard someone else's voice instead of hers, Otome's or any of her three friends. Looking up, Kotonoha saw Otome and her friends shocked to have someone interrupt them.
His hair was a mop of shaggy, unkempt black hair with a slight spikiness to it, dark lines along each side of his cheeks - akin to feral-looking whisker marks - dark circles under his bright blue eyes. He didn't wear the black blazer and only wore the white button down dress shirt. He didn't wear the necktie and had a few buttons from the collar undone, the sleeves were pulled up to his elbows where he had on black, opera-length fingerless gloves wrapped by reddish-brown studded belts wrapped around it. Black slacks and black dress shoes.
Seeing him, Kotonoha found something to be very off right now. Someone just stood up for her? Caught off guard by this, Kotonoha didn't know how to respond for what was happening right now.
He continued, pinching the bridge of his nose before glaring, "Don't you have something better to do than bullying her, every morning I have to deal with hear you guys again and again! Do yourselves a favor and just shut up already!"
Out of her stupor Otome glared back. How dare he interrupt them?! Dealing with Kotonoha and her conceited attitude was nauseating enough but now here was this guy disrespecting her and her friends. Glancing at Kotonoha, Otome gave a smugged look. "Well I don't know what's up with you, but you obviously don't know what you're talking about. Me and Kotonoha here were having a girl-to-girl chat with one another before you so rudely interrupted, right Kotonoha?" looking at Katsura with her all knowing look.
Kotonoha knew what she was asking out of her. Could she say no? Could she muster up her courage, her defiance to Otome?
"Hai" responding weakly. The boiling feeling of hate ate away at her chest. She hated herself for not trying.
A smirk came on her face, "See" Otome said. "Just us girls having a chat"
Thinking that was enough to push him back, Otome and everyone else were in a for a surprise.
"Okay" he said - seeming to end the conversation there and left Kotonoha to feel a strain in her chest. Was he just going to accept that? Then he continued, "you obviously didn't understand what I'm trying to say so let me dumb it down. I don't give a fuck what you guys were saying!" he sneered, Kotonoha gaped in shock at the colorful word he used. "What I want is you and your three stooges to back off and leave her alone" slamming his hands on the desk spooked Kotonoha.
Surprised, stunned, yeah that pretty much summed up what Otome felt. 'I bet Kotonoha had something to do with this!' Otome thought, openly gritting her teeth the anger plastered on her face was obvious for what the raven haired teen said. 'Tch, typical that she'd have someone do her dirty work' before Otome could give a thing or two, one of her friends: Koizumi Natsumi took a hold of her shoulder and whispered something in her ear.
To silent for either the foul-mouth teen and Kotonoha to hear, she saw something in Otome's eyes. Was it shock again? Questionable seemed like the appropriate word to describe the look she gave to the feral-looking teen. And to Kotonoha's surprise, Otome had backed down. Giving a glare to her more than the raven haired male, Otome left.
For a short while, Kotonoha did nothing but blink. In all honesty she really didn't know how to feel. A warmth came to her chest and then to her face. Looking at the feral-looking raven with uncertainty, he kept his gaze set right at the doorway of the classroom.
"I... I um, thank you"
She had to thank him for what he did. Kotonoha had to. He was the first person to stand up for her when no else did. It felt, nice. It felt, rewarding. Turning his head to glance at her, the purplette felt her cheeks flush again. He had a very rogue appearance now that she looked at him more closely. She never saw anyone with bright blue eyes before? They must be natural much like her purple ones.
"Thank you, no one's ever -" before Kotonoha could have extended her gratitude, the raven haired teen interrupted her.
"Shut up"
Taken back, hurt ethched to her face she now faced his ire aimed at her. Not as angry when he said it to Otome, it sounded more venomous. "I didn't do it for you, I did it for me" he told her. "You're not the only one in class who has to deal with hearing their pointless bullshit" now he glared her with full fury in his eyes, "and what I hate more than bullying, are weak willed, pathetic people who don't even try to stand up for themselves. You just bend yourself over and let them walk over you like some doormat" a jerk of his head and sneer was a look of disgust writen on his face. "Don't expect me to do that again, because I won't ever do that again"
And like that he left her.
Hurt. Kotonoha was so very much hurt. Seeing a person just say those things hurt more than what Kotonoha every had with Otome. And what was worse about what he said was true. Visibly shaking, clutching her book in hand she felt so much pass her. Sadness, loneliness, and rage.
'And he's right' that small voice in the back of her head came back. She held it back. Unknown to him, even unknown to her, her once bright violet colored eyes darkened - becoming lusterless.
'You're right' she whispered to herself. He stood up for her and shot her down. Someone with fury and strength that she didn't have. A pillar that would either fall and crush her, or hold her high.
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The school bell rung.
Taken out of her trance Kotonoha gathered her things quickly, ready to head to her next class. And in thought, she thought about the raven haired teen. In some way she felt a semblance of hope that she wouldn't have to be alone. If she could change somehow, be something else than who she already was, maybe it was him.
No. Kotonoha didn't want to change into something else. She was who she was. What Kotonoha wanted was to have the strength HE had. And maybe, just maybe she would not have to be alone.
With that, she grabbed her things and left. Ready to find that pillar of strength.
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