_The Terrible Boyfriend/A Naruto and School Days Crossover_
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*Author's Note:
"The chapters are all part of some big arc about how Menma and Kotonoha met with each other and how their relationship got its head start. Short and to the point I will be following the anime, Visual Novels, and Manga in the next chapters of the story so we are finally gonna start getting serious. Please review and tell me what you think, NO FLAMES.
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He was right. After his angry snap he had with his teacher Menma stayed after school to finish the rest of his studies. The clock ticked and his pencil scribbled. Neither of them cared but Menma was able to finish his work an hour later.
"Alright, Uzumaki-san, you may go"
Sighing internally Menma left, his stomach gave a rumble when he was already walking down the the hallway. 'I'm hungry' jadedly Menma glanced at the window, seeing the fiery orange sun set. He wondered what he'd eat? Ramen sounded good.
Something moved at the corner of his eye. Looking, Menma saw the purplette in the distance from where he was. He may not pay attention much when it came to his studies, but he did know a thing or two and that was Katsura being part of the Student Counsel Committee.
His eyes slowly grew. She climbed, standing over the railing.
'No' Menma thought abhorently.'She wouldn't, she wouldn't, she wouldn't!' repeating over and over in his head. He moved, walking faster towards her. Her arm raised and dropping her phone, she moved and began to lean forward. 'She would!' adrenaline spiked through his veins and heart pumped faster — thobbing almost. He didn't even realize that once he grabbed her by the waist with both his arms locking around her, Menma pulled her in a heave that sent her back against the wall of the balcony.
"You stupid bitch!" huffing, he was right up to her with his hand raised and then, echoing with a loud smack, Menma slapped Kotonoha.
It echoed.
The sound of him slapping her so hard it left a red handprint on her cheek. One moment she just tired to kill herself, now she was confused tp understand what just happened.
The stinging on her face was one thing, but looking up and seeing her rescuer, Kotonoha found Menma glaring at her. The next thing she knew was being grabbed by the collar of her blazer and hoisted up, meeting Menma's glare.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Menma snapped.
'He saved me, again?' Kotonoha thought monotonely. She really did not understand anymore. Coming to her aid when no one else did, then shooting her down the next and berating her for how weak she was. Even when she confessed her feelings on how she felt towards Otome and her group, the purplette was shot down when Menma said so no.
Kotonoha didn't know what to do anymore and gave in.
Menma made it certaintly clear he didn't want anything to do with her, so WHY had he interfered again? "Why?" she asked meekly. It wasn't meant to be answered by him. Kotonoha felt a burning in her face and in her chest. Kotonoha felt happy - a small part in her didn't want to die. Yet there was that voice in the back of her mind, egging her, taunting her for her own weakness of not being able to handle this cruel life. How could someone like her: someone with a wonderful little sister, a mother and father that loved her deeply, and yet still feel so empty inside?
Why did she feel happy despite Menma being angry with her when HE said he hated her? Why did she feel happy that it was Menma who came to her in her once again? Why was it Menma?
Seeming to take her question, Menma in his fury could only let out an exhasperated sigh. Letting go, throwing her down he forcefully dragged one of his hands down on his face. Snarling angrily with what just happened moments ago he grabbed onto the metal railing on the balcony, causing a small ring to be heard.
Menma didn't know what to make of this? Everything just went so fast he didn't even have time to think.
Menma just found himself reacting and the next thing he knew, Kotonoha was in his arms and then he slapped her. His heart was pumping faster in his chest that it hurt. He was left panting from the spike of adrenaline rushing through his veins which pulsed and drummed in his ears. "Why?" he repeated her question to himself. Why did it have to be him? Why him of all people? He looked over the railing and saw the ground below.
They were three stories up. If she went head first, it would have been instant. Maybe more seriously injured if body, but he wasn't sure.
'Taking our lives isn't up to us. It never is' Menma thought, his anger vanishing for a moment before turning back and glaring at Katsura. "Get up" he ordered, "we're taking the train to your place, I can't have you go off and try to kill yourself again" as much as he hated himself, and hating her, especially with what little standards he had for her had fallen so low, Menma offered his hand out.
She just looked at his open hand for a moment. The color in Kotonoha's eyes came back, just a little bit for her to feel realization. "I-I'm sorry" Kotonoha muttered weakly
"Just take my hand so we can leave" Menma ordered.
And she did as she was told.
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Without her phone, Kotonoha couldn't be able to call her mother about her lateness. It would take at least another few minutes before the next train would come.
So they sat in silence since then.
-Click-
-Click-
Hearing something, the purplette turned her sight and found Menma holding something grey and metallic. Between his lips was a narrow stock with a white body and brown end. Written on the side of it read "Never Knows Best".
-Click-
-Click-
A small flame was lit, bringing the jutting end to the flame, a small plume of smoke escaped his lips when he took a breath.
The smell almost made her cough.
With the two of them alone and away from school, Naruto shocked her by smoking.
Despite what she saw, Kotonoha kept quiet.
The busty purplette gave minor glances at the smoking raven haired boy beside her. Cluching her bag tightly against her chest, Kotonoha wondered what was the feral-like teen thinking? Menma was quiet during the walk to the station and the waiting for the next train. His arms were crossed over his chest and lengthy black bangs shadowing his eyes.
"I'm sorry" it may have been the fifteenth time already when she said the same exact thing over and over since they left the school. Kotonoha hated this feeling. She just tried to kill herself not so long ago and the boy sitting beside hardly made any response in her apologies. So saying it for the fifteenth time, there was finally a response.
From the corner of her eye she saw him turn his head, looking at her while his eyes were shadowed. Taking a big puff before taking his index and middle finger and placing the cigarette between them, Menma blew the toxic fumes at her.
Kotonoha coughed, waving away the smoke.
"Shut up" there was no anger in Menma's voice. It was a cold, stoic tone that sent a shiver down Kotonoha's spine. She said nothing, only nodding. Menma didn't need the answer and gave out a loud sigh. Giving a flick of his cancer stick the bangs from his eyes moved away.
The train finally came.
The train cart have a shake, the continous cackles from the train moving under the tracts below their feet. It was almost mid-night.
Menma had been staring aimlessly at the ceiling above. A few more minutes to go and they came to their stop. Kotonoha being the one who lived in the neighborhood knew where to go with Menma following beisde her. It wasn't until half-way to her home did Menma grab her by the arm and slam her to the bricked wall that went along the street they were.
Gasping, either from the fright or ounce of pain she felt meeting her back, Kotonoha met cold, dull blue eyes meeting hers.
"What you did was stupid!"
Surprised, but not feeling anything but shame, Kotonoha could only do what she could and that was saying "I'm sorry".
"You are the absolute worst Katsura Kotonoha"
"I'm sorry"
"You tried to kill yourself"
She winced, his grip tightening around bicep.
"I-I'm sorry"
"I should slap you again just to see if it's gotten through to you about ever trying that again"
Raising his hand, Kotonoha tightened her eyes closed and braced herself. Flinching, waiting for what seemed like an eternity, she felt no pain. Instead, Kotonoha felt a flick on her nose.
Letting out what may have been the tenth exhasperated sigh, Menma brought her to look straight at him. "Just because I don't like you doesn't mean you should go and try to kill yourself. And especially just because of Otome and her group" he let go of her, gently. "I'm not going to let you pull that kind of crap on my shoulders, never Katsura"
Pulling out his windproof lighter and box of cigarettes he bit onto one and quickly lit. Still looking at her Menma let out another puff of smoke at her - which she coughed stronger than before. "You said you wanted to prove yourself to me, right Kotonoha?"
Eyes widening slightly, Kotonoha felt that same warmth in her chest again. Hope. "Y-yes" a soft utter made on her part.
"Well nows your chance" Menma pulled up his right sleeve of his dress shirt and pulling Kotonoha's too. Menma then brought down the glowing end right under her wrist. Eye's widening, before she could have let out a yelp in pain Menma quickly grabbed her mouth which slammed her to the back wall. Scared, Kotonoha saw Menma holding firm in his hold.
The cigarette was crumbled slightly with the white end still being hot, Menma then brought it down onto his own arm at the same location as Kotonoha's. "Don't regret this Katsura-chan, this is what you wanted".
This was where she was to prove herself. The pain in her arm, the pain in her chest, all of it now was churning inside her when she remembered about wanting to be friends. To start over. An oppertunity like no other.
Letting go of her, he showed his burnt wound and she hers.
"Get away from my daughter!"
Knowing who said that, the purplette quickly rolled down her sleeve despite how sensitive the burnt spot on her arm was.
Out from the gate of her home, storming her way towards them both, Menma saw a much older version of Kotonoha but with short hair and larger breasts. Moving away from her, Menma didn't bat an eyelash when Kotonoha's mother grabbed him by the arm and glared angrily at him.
"Just what were you doing to my daughter!?" Katsura Manami was not pleased.
"And where have you been, young lady? I've been calling you for the last fourty-eight minutes" Manami questioned angrily. Worrying aside, her maternal insticts kicked in and asked what delayed her. She knew her daughter was part of the student counsel committe in the later hours of the school time, but not so much where it was already dark and way passed curfew. And getting so worried that she went out to find her, she finds a BOY with her daughter.
She didn't know what to say considering what happened, so the purplette just let her mother continue to speak.
Seeing her mother for the first time, Menma saw a bit of similarity between the two. But, unlike Katsura, her mother had a small shock of blackish purple hair reaching reached to the nape of her neck. She had on red lipstick, golden necklace, two rings in her pinky and ring finger of her left hand and one ring in the middle finger of her right hand, and two earrings.
Any guy like him definitely saw the obvious between the two, and that was their large breasts. However unlike Kotonoha's, her mother's were far bigger than hers. Worse, whatever the hell kind of outfit she wore, to Menma it looked more like a loose shawl giving a window of cleavage for everyone to see.
'That's not exactly what a mother should be wearing, so I guess she's not much of roll model to her daughter if she dresses up like that' Menma for most part of his just shook his head seeing how Kotonoha's mother was asking all sorts of questions. The tall and very voluptuous, woman glaring angrily.
There was so much he could have said when Kotonoha's mother grabbed him. But painfully swallowing his pride he pulled his arm back "Geez, is this the thanks I get for walking you home Katsura? It's late outside and when student counsel is running late your mother here assumes I'm some creep"
It took her a few moments to realize what he was getting. Understanding the situation Kotonoha nodded, "Okāsan this is Menma, another student counsel memeber"
She believed her.
"Oh, is that right?" Manami gave a look, eyeing the raven haired teen.
Needing to further elaborate in their lie, Menma continued, I just happen to come across Katsura-san during the Student Committee meeting and after running late, I thought it would be best she didn't travel alone. It can be dangerous out at night and I don't want to feel partially responsible if anything were to happen to her" his eyes narrowed, glancing at Kotonoha who nodded, taking his words.
Manami knew her daughter would never lie to her. This Menma had the same, deliquient look of today's youth but sometimes looks were always decieving. Giving a light sigh, she chose to take her daughter's word for it. "Then thank you, Menma-san" saying his name was a bit shaking, not fully trusting him, but he did manage to bring her daughter back home.
Wanting to avoid anything further discussion with these people Menma turned away, he chose to end it there and leave, "See you tomorrow" giving his good-bye Manami or Kotonoha didn't get any other chance in speaking to him and saw him leave.
For the most part Manami kept looking at his direction. She had her suspicions but her daughter vouched for him, so she had no other choice but to drop the matter.
Menma kept quiet since he trip back at the train station.
On the bench, alone with no one, he suddenly grabbed his unkempt black locks and roared in anger. "She fucking got me!" he seethed, He may as well damned himself, but if it was a way to get rid of Kotonoha without having her kill herself, then it may be the only option for him. "She had to have planned this! Why couldn't I have just let her die!" panting heavily, Menma pinched the bridge of his nose wondering how he would handle Kotonoha from here. He had nothing. No plan whatsoever.
Bringing himself to lie down on the bench, Menma wondered if he really should have left Kotonoha to die. It wasnt him killing himself, so why should he even care? Shaking his head he just had to go with it now. It was already giving him a headache.