Fubuki walked ahead to school. She had bumped into some guy but just kept walking even as they yelled at her. Usually, she'd yell back but after all that drama with Ichirou, she was too tired to do so. The guy was too much. She turned her head and glared at said boy.
Ichirou briskly walked behind with his eyes straight forward. He'd been there for a long while. If she turned left, he'd turn left. If she took a shortcut, so did he. The man must have been following her.
"Stop following me around, you creep!" She shouted as she spun around. Ichirou stopped.
"I thought I told you. I'm Ichirou, not some creep." Ichirou claimed, totally ignoring the first part of Fubuki's sentence. He shook his head mournfully. "I guess you are confused. It can't be helped, I suppose."
A vein popped on Fubuki's forehead. "I'm not the confused one here, dumbass." She snarled. She held up a hand Just as he was about to say he wasn't a dumbass but was Ichirou. "Listen." She emphasized. "I'm asking you a question. Why have you been following me?" Fubuki was trying to calm down but with this guy, it was hard to keep a cool head.
"I wasn't following you." He denied, walking forward to her side. "We seem to be going in the same direction. In fact, I actually thought you were following me. Like some creepy stalker girl."
Fubuki's eye twitched. She wanted to yell but she was determined to stay calm this time. "How the hell could I be following YOU, if I was walking ahead of you? It's not possible for me to know where you're going if I don't know anything about you."
Ichirou was silent for a time and started walking. Fubuki was a bit surprised. She had thought he would say some stupid crap about it being perfectly possible to follow someone from in front of them, just so he could annoy her. Now he was walking away. Fubuki slowly smiled. She had finally won against this stubborn mule. Fubuki felt like pumping her fist in the air and crying out for joy. She had finally shut the man up.
"Aw, are you embarrassed to be wrong, Ichi-Chan!" She teased from a foot away. She saw his body tense at the nickname. Thinking she might get to see him embarrassed, she walked up behind him. But as soon as she got close, he started walking again. She had to run to catch up to him but she eventually caught his shoulder. "Gottcha!"
He turned his head to her. "Now you're following me." Fubuki stopped, staring incredulously at the teens back as he started walking again. She couldn't believe what he'd just pulled. He knew she was right so he made his point true. Forced it even. His I'm-wrong-so-I'm-going-to-walk-away thing was a ruse to trick her.
"Bastard." She whispered under her breath since she didn't want to hear him introduce himself to her for not calling him by his name. Again. Fubuki was so pissed, she wanted to throw her bag at the guy but though better of it. Especially when she felt her wrist tingle with pain. She squeezed it to help with the pain and walked up to him again. He looked down at her.
"I'm guessing your wrist still hurts from before?" He asked, almost sounding like he cared. Almost.
"What do you think?" She asked. Ichirou stared blankly at her, with his usual expressionless face. "Oh, right. I'm talking to you. Yes my wrist still hurts. You could apologize for that, you know. That really hurt!" Fubuki said. She knew she was whining but still! She had tried to hit him with her bag before but before it could connect, the guy had turned, grabbed her wrist and twisted it till she cried out. At which point he let her go and stared at her as she nursed her bruised wrist.
"Why should I apologize? You attacked me." He said. Fubuki flinched at the truth of his words but he didn't stop. "If anything, you should apologize to me. I was minding my own business when a certain woman tried to hit me over the head when my back was turned." Ichirou shrugged his shoulder and shook his head, saying. "How dishonorable you are, Fubuki."
"Shut up!" She screamed as he walked ahead with a smirk on his face. She pointed a finger at him. "And who said you could call me 'Fubuki' so casually! We have only just met and you should call me Kasumi-san!"
"Again, you started it." He said turning the corner. The guy had a point, Fubuki thought begrudgingly, recalling her words before. 'Ichi-Chan'. It still made her laugh a bit. Fubuki ran to catch up to him. "By the way, Fubuki, where are you going right now?" The sudden question took her by surprise.
"Birin High school. You're a student too right?" Ichirou nodded. "I'm going to be a first year there. What about you?" They had reached the school gate by this time. The school sign looked like crap but Fubuki thought nothing of it, hoping that her worrying was unnecessary. It didn't help when Ichirou blocked her view of the school itself.
"… All I can say to you, Fubuki, is this." He placed both his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes like someone about to deal some bad news would. "Good luck to you." Then he turned and walked into school gates with his head held high. There were some shouts, the sounds of fist hitting faces and thuds. She could have sworn she saw a tooth fly out.
Despite every fiber of her being telling her to run away and forget about this unseen place, she took several steps and took her first look at her new high school.
What she saw was horrifying.
Thugs and punks of every shape and size funneled their way into the near condemned looking school building. The windows were broken or cracked. The walls were covered in graffiti and the school itself had a 'enter at your own risk' aura about it.
The place was a delinquent school. Not only that but it seemed that she was the only girl student there. Fubuki could have and probably should have run at this point. Any other girl would. But Fubuki wasn't the type to run. She was a fighter and right now she fought her fear.
She took her first step into Biren High school, and her new life began.
End of chapter 2
Authors note.
I've tried to improve my writing this time. As such, this chapter may be a bit longer than chapter 1. I really hope you all enjoy this one. please tell me what you think. :)
