_The Terrible Boyfriend/A Naruto and School Days Crossover_
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*Author's Note:
"This is the the first official chapter to my story and hope to see what many of you think once I start following the visual novels, anime and Manga. Like I mentioned before, this will get dark because it follows the series of School Days. It still has its bumps because of how this story plays out first, but I will get to smoothing it out once things are properly set in motion. Sorry about the misspells and please review, NO FLAMES.
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*Chapter 2: Events that change everything*
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Why are you following me?" glancing behind his shoulder, Menma looked to find Katsura Kotonoha following him a few paces behind him.
The two of them had walked up a flight of steps that led to the roof of the school building.
Hesitant to look at him, Kotonoha looked down to her feet. Unable to meet his fierce gaze. "I-I" Kotonoha stuttered, unable to say what she wanted.
Annoyed, "Just spit it out" Menma griped. He really didn't have time for this. With the lunch bell having rung, Menma was going to pick the lock for the school's roof and eat in private, but he found himself being followed by the purplette he berated not long ago.
Startled, Kotonoha flinched much to the ire of Menma. Giving a breath, shutting her eyes tightly Kotonoha steeled her nerves and finally spoke. "I-I wanted to thank you with what happened with Otome" gulping nervously, she continued. "I wanted to thank you because no one ever stood up for me whenever she always said those things to me"
Menma wasn't phased. "I didn't do it for you, I told you already I hate bullying and I hate people like you who bend themselves over to someone like that" already turning the raven haired teen slowly began to pick the lock of the door.
Watching him, Kotonoha felt her strength fading with how she wasn't able to win him any way to gain his attention. She was only irritating him. Hearing a click and the door opening he was just about to step out of the threshold before something inside her made its way out.
"I hate her"
Menma stopped midway. His hand grabbing onto the doorhandle. Slowly, he brought himself to stare at her with those piercing blue orbs. Just the coldness in them left a shiver down Kotonoha's spine. Again she flinched, but not so much she would turn away, and would slowly bring herself to stare.
Her gaze was weak as her posture, nervous when she looked at him. 'Huh' Menma wondered by her abrupt statement.
"I hate Otome" Kotonoha made her claim clear, leaving Menma to stare. "She was always mean to me and I don't know why. I-I" her heart was racing. Was she really going to do this? Tell her feelings of how she felt? These same feelings she kept bottled up since Junior High and not once told a soul - not even her own mother. "She never stopped, not even after Junior High and I didn't want to fight back because my Okāsan said to never pick fights. That I have to be the bigger person, and even when I did, it hurt every time she kept calling me names and saying all sorts of things about me to the other girls. I hate Otome"
Tilting his head, Menma saw how she cluched her books to her chest. How she huffed after finishing. "And you're telling me this because, why?" he asked her, curious maybe as to why she would confront her problems to him. He didn't care, just curious about why she would put the effort.
Her cheeks flushed, saying what she thought made her feel strange. It felt different to her. A burning in her chest, a lightness on her shoulders, nervous still to see the feral-like boy that hated her Kotonoha answered, "I don't know" she really didn't know, but continued on, "it isn't the same when you said you hate me, you have a reason to hate me. And I felt, happy"
A lone brow from Menma's rose, 'she's happy that I hate her?'.
"You're right. I am weak, I am pathetic but I can't bring myself to do anything and I hate myself" angry at herself Menma saw her begin to have small tears in the corner of her eyes. Lightly wiping them away Kotonoha smiled, "Menma-san, you hating me is different from Otome and I don't mind that. I wanted to ask if we can we start over, I want to know if we can be friends because I don't have any and I want to be able to stand up to Otome" Kotonoha said.
"Oi, oi, this isn't some Manga story you 'baka (idiot)'." Menma hollered. "Don't get me invovled with your problems, I'm not some knight in shining armor for you. Solve it yourself" what kind of wierd girl does that just from him telling the honest truth of how he felt? Menma didn't know and he didn't want to get caught up with this.
As far as admitting to herself she was the things he said and that she did have a bit of... zest to admit she hated that bitch Otome, Menma begrudgingly found himself respecting Kotonoha for that.
Coming to the roof of the school building, the edges surrounded completely by a chain-link fence, Kotonoha still followed him from behind.
Her resolve withered from his rejection, but Kotonoha found herself following. "M-Menma-san, what if I can prove myself, could we be friends?" she asked.
Giving a flat stare, "There's nothing to prove, just tell that bitch Otome off and go on with your life" seriously was it so hard for this girl just to say what she felt?
Sitting on one of the benches, Menma would have started eating his lunch had it not been for the purplette just standing there in front of him. "Will you leave me alone!" Menma growled, glaring at the eye-sore.
Kotonoha felt herself crumbling. Was this a mistake? Was any of this all just some big mistake? Telling her feelings? Trying to find some way she could be more assertive?
'You never could be more assertive, even if he wanted to help you'
That dark thought in the back of her mind came to, taking away much of whatever confidence she had. "Please" she croaked saddly, "can you please help me, just at least so I don't have to be a some doormat like you said" how pathetic of her, begging and doing the very thing he despised. Kotonoha wondered if she was hopeless now.
Otome was never going to stop. Kotonoha was never going to steel herself and confront her. The lonliness, the anxiety, all of it was bearing down on her shoulders and it just kept getting worse.
'Would it all be better, if you just died'
Her heart sunk from that jaded thought. If Menma saw something, her skin seemed to have gotten paler.
"No" Menma retorted coldly.
Kotonoha gave a dejected look, tears beginning to fall. Abruptly, she turned and ran away.
Seeing her leave Menma gave a big, exhasperated sigh. "Finally"
(!)
The bell rung.
Gritting his teeth, "fuck!" Menma cursed.
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-Scrible-
-Scrible-
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His missed lunch.
Damn it!
He was back in class doing work.
Damn it!
And now, after gritting his teeth for what seemed like the hundredth time, Menma couldn't get the thought Katsura Kotonoha out of his head. Every time he did, he kept getting reminded of how hopeless she was and it was pissing him off.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Over and over it just came back. That sly, sneaking girl somehow managed to guilt trip him!
"Menma-san"
He just kept scribbling. The tip of his pencil grinding against the paper's surface. Just what the hell did that girl think would happen if he even considered helping her? Just what the fuck was her deal? The more Menma kept thinking about her the more pissed off he kept getting.
"Menma-san"
His grip on his pencil tightened, the scribbling becoming more furious. 'She can't even try and stand up for herself, needing some kind of person to cling to like some damn tick'
"Menma-san!"
His pencil snapped, he glared angrily at the person who called his name. "WHAT!" he yelled, silencing the whole class who flinched and gaped at what just happened.
His teacher apprantly didn't take to kindly for that. "Well, Uzumaki-san, if you have an attitude with answering the question, why don't you take it outside till the next class starts and you can study after the school hour ends" pointing at the door. Giving a scoff, Menma left.
With a click coming from his tin soda can, Menma chugged it down. 'After that, no doubt the teacher plans on having me stay after school' giving an exahsperated sigh after finishing, the feral-looking teen gave a wipe of his sleeve against his lips.
Finding one of the benches in the school's courtyard Menma sat underneath a large tree, giving him plenty of cool shade. There were a few students walking around but no one made any attempt in speaking to him. Hardly any noise to bother him. A breeze was felt and the leaves above him gave a ruffling sway.
'Right now, no girl, no teacher, no studies, everything is alright now' giving so much as a ghost of smile, everything was as it should be. Peace and quiet. No hastles to bother him. However, the thought of Katsura Kotonoha still lingered in his mind and left him to frown. Thinking about the purplette and her confession was a bit of a complicated one that left him to think. She was soft and meek, and so very desperate to find some way to cope over her own meekness that she would look to someone else for guidance.
Talk about a parasite. Whatever sheltered life she lived, it was obviously unhealthy.
'Probably more unhealthy than mine' placing a hand in his pocket, he felt the cold brush of metal against his thumb. It was his lighter. Giving a hum, Menma glanced to his left and right. No teachers, and minor students. 'I could take a quick one, but no doubt they'll smell the nicotine'
For someone of his age to be smoking, it was completely illegal if you weren't at the age of twenty in Japan. Yet Menma could purchase it from one of the lower districts in town at a small gas-station. The cashire didn't care so long as Menma paid and didn't mention who gave him his special brand of cigarettes called "Never Knows Best".
"Oi, oi look it's the chibi!"
Drawn out of his musing, the dark haired feral-looking teen glanced to find a small group. He wasn't sure if they were of his year, or the next. What did catch his eye though, was the small petite figure that seemed to be in the middle.
She reached out her arm, trying to grab something that the taller student seemed to have in his hold. Arm held high, the taller teen just laughed at her misfortune of being short.
The others surrounding her in a circle joined in on her misfortune.
Menma still held onto his soda can even when it was still empty. Crushing it from his anger flaring, he moved forward at the dispicable sight that was bully.
"Chibi!"
"Chibi!"
"Chibi!"
They all chanted in union.
Menma could feel the small tick mark on the side of his forehead. 'Just what the hell is wrong with this school, this is the second time less than a damn day' were they seriously bullying a fucking kid!? How low could these people be!? Katsura was one thing, Katō Otome was one thing, but to be bullying an actual kid where they were twice their size and age was flat out cowardly in his opinion.
"Oi!" Menma growled, "Teme (bastard) over here!"
"Huh?" seeing his stupid face turn to see who called him, Menma already reared his arm back and sent a right hook to his face. Hard knuckles meeting his nose, the disturbing pop and gasp of the small crowd, Menma had just knocked this bastard off his ass in one hit.
"If any of you don't want to get knocked flat on your asses, take your friend and get the hell out of here!" Menma ordered angrily, frightening them they scurried along with dragging their no named friend.
He was gonna need some ice for his hand. Managing to break a bit of skin and feeling the burning sting of his hand give a light quiver, Menma ignored it and looked to the small kid they were bullying. Yet to his surprise, the kid wore the same black uniform as the girls - being smaller to match the young girl's petite form.
Was she a student? 'Must be one of those prodigy childs' Menma thought.
After that little scuffle she had with them, a bit of her self-confidence broke and left her to huddled to the ground and cry. It was a moment of weakness whenever they called her short and flat because of her petite form. And what was worse, was having someone to defend her.
"Oi, kid, are you alright? I saw how they were giving you problems" Menma spoke, grabbing a text book that was on the ground. "Moe (jeeze) here I am wasting my time and all I get is crying. No thank you to the person who helped you from those punks"
Managing to steel herself, she stood up and glared angrily at her supposed savior. "I didn't need your help" a soft, but firm tone in her voice made him look to see the young girl glare at him. She had mid-length deep green hair that reaches slightly past her shoulder's with a red bow used to tie her hair, light skin, and ruby colored eyes.
He saw the small droplets near the corner of her eyes, Menma gave a lop sided toothy grin. "Is that right?" he asked her, "you sure seemed to be handling them quite well. I guess you really didn't need my help"
"I didn't" she retorted just as strongly, "I won't ever rely on anyone"
'Huh? Won't rely on anyone? Now that's seems better than the attitude I've been dealing with an hour ago' she certaintly wasn't like Katsura. Respecting that, Menma handed her her text book, "then make sure your strong enough not to disappoint, otherwise people like them will just keep on bullying you and will never respect you. So get stronger"
She looked at him confusingly, "how do I do that?"
"Didn't you say you wouldn't rely one anyone?" Menma smirked, he didn't sneer or give have any sarcastic wit. If anything Menma found someone he might actually like in this school of morons. She certaintly had his respect more than the purplette. Though going against what he or she said in their little conversation to one another, Menma continued. "Do what you're good at, or at least do something where you have others respect you"
The bell rung again. Giving only a wave in his departure, Kiyōra Setsuna was left to ponder.
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[Play "Come Sweet Death" featured in End of Evangelion]
She truly was alone now. After that final rejection from the only hope she had, Kotonoha felt herself breaking more than ever.
The world passed around her in a blur, no one, not one person saw the lusterless purple eyes she now had.
'So worthless that it would be better if you just died' again that dark thought came back, more than ever it taunted her for how worthless she was. And more so, Kotonoha knew that one little voice was right.
It would be better if she didn't live this life that just left her to feel so much pain. Her mother, her father, her sister, the thought of them didn't even scrub away the pain in her hear. The thought of that boy, Menma made her feel something strange inside. A burning feeling. Was it hate? She didn't know anymore.
It all seemed like a blur. The next thing Kotonoha knew was finding herself on a balcony of the school. It was where many of the students could seesee the buildings and the sun rise in the morning. Now Kotonoha saw one last time as a setting sun.
Her phone gave a light shake, vibrating.
Climbing on the railing and standing high, at least two stories high.
'It would be better if you just died' that void said again in her mind. Throwing her phone, Kotonoha closed her eyes. Embracing what there was. Was it finally content? No more bullying. No more lonliness. Hearing her phone crack below, she felt her heart sink in. She was ready.
Leaning forward, ready to finally give in and let the wieght on her shoulder go away, something made her stop. Gravity didn't pull her down and Kotonoha was left to feel a pain in her stomach. Being pulled back, Kotonoha felt pain meet her back and head. Gasping, wincing from it, Kotonoha didn't understand what was happening? Holding her head, she managed to look up and see Menma being the one responsible for stopping her.
And in his eyes Kotonoha saw rage unlike anything she had ever seen before. Walking closer to her he raised his hand high and smacked her across the right side of her face.