Tan, fit, and absolutely gorgeous. 'This guy's like a model or something...' was the first thing that crossed Kaname's mind. At first look, he seemed a lot taller than her, but upon closer inspection, he was taller by half a head or so. But that closer inspection also brought the 6 pack and iron pecs he was hiding into view. Some of the girls cat called, and others whistled. Yukiochi Akiyama already had the female population under his thumb, and was enjoying every minute of it. He gave a deep bow, and gave the chalk he had pinned to the board to his bewildered teacher. 'Eck, he's kind of a show off...' Kaname grimaced. 'Wait a minute...he seems kind of familiar...'
"Ahem!" Kagurazaka-sensei cleared her throat, trying to regain control, "Does anyone have any questions for Yukiochi-kun?" She smiled sweetly at the new student, "That is, if Yukiochi-kun is willing to satisfy the needs of some poor peasants like us?" At this, Yukiochi bowed again, and crisply replied,
"Why, of course! Anything for my loving little kittens!" He winked at the class, and blew a kiss, causing an uproar loud enough to irritate the teacher from the class next door. As Kagurazaka-sensei repeatedly apologized to the neighboring teacher, Yukiochi grabbed the reigns again, and started answering every question thrown at him with amazing speed.
"Yukiochi-kun! What's your hobbies?"
"I tend to read, work out, and sometimes, I like to just steam in the bath." At the mention of him being in a bath, one of the girls in the third row splurted blood out from the nose, and fainted.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Black on myself, yellow on the ladies."
"What's your favorite food?"
"Curry on rice." The class seemed to become more and more infatuated with him by the second.
'This is getting out of hand...' Kaname thought to herself. 'Whats so great about that guy anyways? Sure, he looks good, and is kind of cool. He has fashion, and seems really nice, but that's it! And why can't i shake this feeling that I've met him before!'
Two girls in the front row started prodding a third girl in between them. The third girl blushed bright red, and finally blurted out the question everyone wanted to know the most.
"Yukiochi-kun! Are you single?" Yukiochi looked at her, and strolled over. Lifting her head by the chin with his index finger, he leaned in until he was only an inch away from her face.
"Why don't we find out?" At this, the screams increased in volume, and the ruckus continued until a very aggitated Kagurazaka-sensei stomped back into the class.
"WILL YOU GUYS BEHAVE YOURSELVES!" she roared, silencing the entire room almost instantly. Yukiochi shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly, surrendering control back to the very harrassed teacher. "Yukiochi-kun, I believe everyone has already asked their questions. Why don't you take a seat."
Yukiochi flashed her a smile. "Okay," he crooned, "Where do you want me to sit, Kagurazaka se-n-sei?" Kagurazaka-sensei blushed and quickly hid her face behind the roll call register, waving her hand wildly towards the class.
"Alright," Yukiochi pointed at the seat next to Kaname's, walking towards it as Kagurazaka-sensei chastised herself for 'acting like a high school girl', "I'll just sit right here then, that okay se-n-sei?" Without waiting for an answer, he plopped into the chair, and cracked his neck. Kaname stared at him, desperetly trying to recall where she had seen Yukiochi in the past.
'Was it a poster? Maybe he is a model...' She turned away, thinking hard. 'Maybe if I get a better look...Oh, I know! I'll just introduce myself, as the good neighbor!' She turned back to Yukiochi, with her best smile on, only to discover that he was staring just as intently at her. 'Wh-What?' Kaname panicked, 'Better if I just follow through on the plan, although him staring at me makes it kind of hard...'
"H-Hi there Yukiochi-kun! My names Chidori Kaname. Good to meet you!" She extended her hand as a greeting, "I hope we can become good friends!" Yukiochi smirked, and gripped her hand.
"Good to meet you, Miss Chidori Kaname!" He laughed a little, "Or should I say, Little Miss Cinderella?"
"Eh?" Kaname drew back, slightly shocked. "What are you talking about Cinderella?"
Yukiochi laughed again."Well, while not nearly as romantic, I guess your case still does resemble the Cinderella story." He reached into his bag, looking for something. "Here, this belongs to you right? You're 'glass slipper'?" He tossed her halisen onto her desk. Realization hit Kaname about as subtely as an angry rhino.
"AAAHHH!!!" She yelled, pointing at Yukiochi, "You're that guy from this morning! The guy who helped me up!"
Yukiochi stared at her. "Umm, yeah..." He scratched his face, slightly confused, "You just realized that? And what's with the overreaction? The teacher's going to get pissed at you, y'know." At this, Kaname clapped her hands over her mouth, and after checking that the situation was still safe, leaned over again.
"Well," she whispered, "Thanks for helping me up this morning, was really nice of you." She smiled at him. "I hope we can be friends."
Yukiochi stared at her, slightly dumbstruck, and laughed softly. "Yeah, that'd be pretty sweet."
As Kaname returned to her book, Sousuke leaned over. "Kaname, do you know him?" he whispered.
"Not really," she replied, "I tripped this morning, and he helped me up. That's all." Sousuke sat back in his seat, cupping his chin with his hand.
"Hmm...If that's all, then that's good. But be careful around him, Kaname, something doesn't feel right about him..." He stared at Yukiochi. "I just can't tell what..."
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The bell rang, and the students all rushed the door like a pack of rabid dogs after a rabbit. "Heh," Kaname laughed, "I knew it would be packed today, so I brought my own lunch! Ah, the freedom of eating without worry..." She patted the bento box lovingly. "Tempura, gyoza, tempura, pickled veggies, and even sweet egg, all on top of delicious white rice!"
'I even brought a share for Sousuke." Kaname grinned to herself, 'This ought to grab his attention!'
"Woah!" Kyouko exclaimed, "That's amazing, Kana-chan! It looks sooo good!" She clicked a picture of the extravagent lunch and whipped out her own lunch box. "I've only got leftovers from yesterday's dinner..." she pouted. "Neh, Sagara-kun, Yukiochi-kun, what did you guys bring?"
Sousuke reached into his bag and pulled out what looked like shriveled pieces of bark. "Beef Jerky."....okay, shriveled pieces of beef.
Yukiochi reached into his bag and pulled out a box, and opened it. Inside was pancakes covered with bananas, strawberry's, blueberry's, whipped cream, sprinkles, jelly beans, a cherry on top, and finally, enough maple syrup to fill a lake(Yeck!! XP). "I've got the Yuki-Suprise! It's my favorite!" The group stared at the mess inside with repulsion, each person imagining the horrors they would suffer from taking a sing bite of the monsterous creation.
'That thing will give you a HEART attack with one bite...' Kaname thought, turning green from the smell. Yukiochi grabbed a knife and fork, and after tucking in his napkin, dug in. The ensuing scene was so horrific, the author had to censore it to save the readers. After his meal, Yukiochi wiped his mouth, and seemed downtrodden.
"W-What's wrong Yukiochi-kun?" A terrified Kyouko hesitantly asked, "Was it not good?"
"Hmm," Yukiochi kicked back in his chair and thought for a bit. "It wasn't sweet enough..." At this, Kyouko fell off the chair and, to no ones suprise, passed out. As Kazama and Ono-D carried Kyouko off to the infirmary, Yukiochi stretched out, balancing on the two hind legs of his chair. Sousuke, who was munching on his beef jerkey contentedly, instantly saw it. Although it was black to blend in with the coat, the shape of the hilt was unmistakable. Yukiochi had a knife. And it was no ordinary knife, it was a specially crafted combat knife. Only professionals could handle those. Sousuke reacted immediately. A threat was present, and it was only two meters away from him. He jumped from his desk and tackled Yukiochi to the floor. The two scrambled around on the floor for a few seconds before breaking away. Sousuke drew his gun, took aim, and fired. The bullets flew straight towards the middle of Yukiochi's forehead, but things would not be that easy. Yukiochi flipped backwards onto his hands, and while still in his handstand, he kicked up a chair with a sweep of his leg, and mule kicked the furniture so that it flew straight into Sousuke. He flipped back onto his feet, and laughed, bouncing on his toes.
"Sousuke!" Kaname yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"Stay back!" Sousuke bellowed as he climbed to his feet, stopping Kaname in her tracks, "He's dangerous!" From his eyes, Kaname knew he was dead serious.
Yukiochi whistled softly. "Oh? So I'm dangerous, am I?" He raised his fists into fighting position. "That's kind of insulting, coming from you." He grinned at Sousuke.
"Why don't we find out just who's more dangerous, Mr. Lone Ranger?" He rushed in, throwing a flurry of strikes. Not even Sousuke was able to keep up with all of them. A punch to the gut, a kick to the ribs, an elbow to the jaw.
"Sousuke!" Kaname took a step forward, only to retreat immedietly, or risk losing her arm. "Sousuke, move back! Make some room!"
"Understood!" Sousuke lept backwards while shooting, and rolled into a crouched position, firing at the shadow that was Yukiochi. Suddenly, Yukiochi grabbed Sousuke's gun arm, forcing around his head, past his ear, and the sergeant felt a fist impact his liver with the strength of a bull. He quickly recovered and grabbed Yukiochi's jacket with his other hand, using Judo to flip the man onto his back. Yukiochi refused to release Sagara's hand, dragging Sousuke down with him, keeping the gun past his head the entire time. The two scruffled on the floor again, and finally, a victor was decided. Sousuke, gun still pinned, this time with its barrel to the floor, had trapped Yukiochi under him, in a standard mounted position.
"Surrender," he spat, "And I will ensure your safety until interrogation."
Yukiochi sneered, seemingly unfazed. "Why the hell would I do that? With your gun the way it is, you cant shoot me anyways."
Sousuke paused, but continued. "Surrender. Even if I can't shoot you, with your current position, it's only a matter of time until you lose your grip. And I am a very patient man."
"Hah!" Sousuke stared at Yukiochi as he exploded into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny, you damn terrorist?!" He yelled. Suddenly, he panicked, "It couldn't be, is it a bomb?!"
"Hoo boy..." Yukiochi chuckled, "No, there's no bomb." Sousuke looked back at him. "I was just thinking about how stupid you were."
"What?" Sousuke gripped Yukiochi's shirt even tighter. "What do you mean stupid?"
Yukiochi smiled. "Well, just because you have my shoulders pinned, it doesn't mean I'm helpless y'know?" Staring at Sagara's confused face, he let out an exasperated sigh. Suddenly, Sousuke felt something tapping against his inner thigh. Something hard, and cold, even through the trousers. It was the knife. "You get it now?" Yukiochi laughed, "It's checkmate, man! You can't shoot me, but with just a flick of the wrist, you'll be one nut short of a pair." He grinned. Suddenly, he let go of Sousuke's arm and, using his now free arm to grab the sergeant's neck, pulled the bewildered man into a full blown kiss. Sousuke felt a tongue force its way into his mouth and slide down his throat. Shocked, he fell backwards, barely missing the edge of the bladed weapon, and sat on the floor, panting for breath. Trying to recompose himself, he raised the pistol. There was a flash, and as the knife went back into it's sheath, Sagara's pistol barrel fell to pieces. Suddenly, Yukiochi was behind him, and put him into an arm lock.
"I saw you eyeing me in class." He whispered into Sousuke's ear,
"You were giving me the look. The look that only people on high alert have." He licked the side of Sousuke's neck, from the base, to right under his ear.
"You were all innocent, but you still got that weird vibe from me." A hand slipped under his shirt, feeling his stomach and chest.
"Want me to tell you what that feeling was?" A gentle nibble on the earlobe.
"I know what it was, you terrorist." Sousuke hissed, "It was simply me reacting to your intentions, even if you didn't say them out loud!"
Yukiochi let out a low chuckle, his wandering hand already exploring all of the insides of Sagara's shirt, and was now carressing his neck. "If that were the case you would have attacked right away." He clutched the soldier's neck gently.
"You didnt attack right away because you didn't know what the feeling was." A swift kick to the back of the legs, and Sousuke was kneeling on the floor.
"You see, you reacted to something else in me, and it was pretty close to my intentions, but not quite." Yukiochi twisted Sagara's wrist, and the remainder of the gun fell out of his hands.
"You reacted, not because I'm a threat," his other hand grasped the the top of Sagara's head, and forcefully turned it towards him.
"but because I'm-" Yukiochi descended again, stealing a drawn out kiss from Sousuke, sucking on the tip of his tongue, and massaging it with his own. Sousuke struggled, but soon, his body went limp, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"-Gay" the final word was whispered sensually, as their lips parted. Suddenly, all hands removed themselves from Sousuke's body, and a push in the back sent him sprawled out on the floor, his unconscious body twitching, remainders of Yukiochi's saliva still dripping from his mouth. Yukiochi towered over him, laughing. He licked his lips, and wiped them with his thumb.
"You know what, Sagara Sousuke-kun?" He said with a radiant smile. "I think you're my type."
