The morning got worse when she saw that the jerk, Mugen, was in her homeroom class. He even had the gall to wave at her and calls out a 'Yo' when she walked in. Although he was lounging at his desk, Fubuki noticed how everyone around him was calm; like they thought moving would incite him into rage. Apparently, he was the leader here. Awesome.
Fubuki sighed as the teacher told her to introduce herself to the class. She looked at him in disbelief. Did the man honestly think anyone would be listening? He just shrugged and insisted she do so anyway. So she did.
"My name is Fubuki Tasumi and it's nice to meet you all." She said with as much enthusiasm as a death row inmate waiting execution.
"C-cup Fubuki that looks like an A-cup." Mugen cut in, still lounging. Everyone either laughed at the joke or leered to see if it was true. Fubuki's eye twitched but she decided to ignore him and the class.
She continued. "My interests include-"
"Yelling out your bra size." Mugen finished for her. Again, laughter. A vein popped up but she still had a smile pasted on her face. She refused to let this guy get the better of her.
"Actually, my interests are in cooking and-" She started to say. Just as Mugen was opening his mouth to say something, Fubuki cut him off and pointed at him. "Don't say a thing, you rabid dog!" She shouted.
The room was quiet. No one moved. Fubuki, still pointing at Mugen, immediately regretted her words. Because from what she saw from the classes unified expression, she just made a huge mistake. Despite that, Mugen didn't look mad at all. His expression was a mix of surprise and indifference, like he wasn't used to being yelled at.
The one to end the long silence was the teacher clearing his throat. "Um, Tasumi-san?" She turned to him stiffly. "I'm very sorry but…."
"But?" She pushed, wondering why the man was sorry.
"Your seat is… next to Ak-Mugen." He stated, pointing to the empty desk next to the lounging rabid dog. "So… Sorry."
Fubuki's eye twitched. This day was turning out badly. With a forlorn sigh, she walked to her desk, her steps heavy like they were her last ones. She sat down with no trouble and dared to look across the way at Mugen. He didn't look at her at all and still held the indifferent expression, except I had a violent undertone. Like a dog waiting for a chance to scare its prey.
Hours later, at lunch, Fubuki still felt scared, except it wasn't because of Mugen. In between each class period a bunch of guys would come up to her and bother her. It wasn't too bad. Some dirty comments here, and grab there, but nothing overly perverted. Despite that, she knew it could be worse.
The weird thing was the fact that Mugen had been watching each time it happened. He didn't look concerned at all. If nothing else, he looked bored. At least until now, as he stood in front of her as she tried to leave the classroom.
"What do you want?" She demanded, too annoyed, scared and hungry to be held up. She had a bunch of bento boxes and she was planning on eating them all in the little time she had. "I'm hungry and I want to be alone so I can eat."
Mugen looked past her and leaned in close to her ear. "You know those guys are just going to follow you and possibly rape you, right?" He asked, still looking unconcerned. Fubuki looked back into the room and sure enough, the guys who had been bothering her were watching her still. She shuddered.
"W-what do you care?" She retorted, turning back to Mugen. "It's not like you really care."
"You're right, I don't." He agreed with no shame. Fubuki glared at him as he continued. "But, if you want, I could beat them up for you." He offered, still looking sinister. Her eyes narrowed.
"We both know you're not doing this out of the kindness of your heart." She stated, earning a nonchalant shrug from Mugen. "So what do you want?" He rubbed his chin, obviously thinking he won with her. Then he held up three fingers.
"Three weeks worth of lunch from you, including today." He said, leering at her lunch. "I've smelled those all day and I had to have a taste." Fubuki sighed, long and hard.
"That's what you want?" She asked. He nodded. "My well being is only worth three weeks of lunch?"
"Actually, I think indulgent for just a day's worth of protection but still…"
"It's only for a day?!" She cried, shocked by his uncaring response. She ended up saying it louder than expect, earning the entire classes gaze. She looked away, blushing. Damn him! "Rabid dog! I-"
"Hey, Mugen-sama?" Fubuki turned to see one of the guys, this somewhat rich guy who turned out to be the ring leader of the bunch who had been bothering her, standing behind them. "If you're done with Fubuki-chan, I would like to hang out with her, if you don't mind." He asked, smiling oily.
Fubuki shuddered; freaked out that this ugly guy was the one bothering her. He reached for her hand and she dodged, moving away. Except there wasn't anywhere to go. Mugen stood in the doorway, blocking it with his lanky body and the ugly guy with his pack of thugs surrounded her. So she was stuck.
"Sure, why not?" Mugen replied, shocking Fubuki. She turned to him and saw him smiling (smirking) down at her. He even moved out of the way, beckoning them to move forward. "I have no reason to help her. I'm sure you'll treat her just fine."
"Huh?" Was all she could say as the thugs started to push her out the door, chuckling to themselves. "Huh! M-Mugen?!" She called, looking back at him. He had the gall to wave at her, smiling sweetly.
"Sorry, Fubuki, but I'm just rabid dog so I can't help but not want to get involved." He said. Her eye twitched. Really?! He's insulted now of all times. They had gotten her all the way to the end of the hall leading to the staircases, before she shouted.
"T-three months of lunch!" The hall was quiet and the thugs even stopped pushing her, confused by her declaration. Because of this, no one really noticed Mugen grinning savagely nor did they hear the clanking footsteps rushing toward them.
He dealt the nearest guy a flying jump kick to the back and kicked himself off the guy before he hit the ground. They all turned to him, shocked and scared.
"M-Mugen-sama?!" The ugly guy squeaked, ducking behind some guy. "I thought you were done with her."
"That was before three months of food came into the deal." He retorted, cracking his knuckles. His smile told his soon to be opponents that he was going to enjoy the fight. He took a step forward and the thugs took a step back. This made his grin grow. "Don't piss your pants now, bitches. I haven't even started yet."
The fight ensued, taking up the whole hallway. Fubuki moved out of the way, hiding on the stairs, and watched the fight. She knew what she'd done. The only way to get a rabid dog to do what you want was to offer it food as a reward. And a rabid dog he was. Mugen, if nothing else, enjoyed fighting, if his expression didn't tell it all. Anyone else would be scared. But she wasn't scared. If nothing else, she felt more of a déjà vu coming onto her again.
All of a sudden, she saw Mugen, same face and build, fighting in a wooden building of some kind, brandishing his katana wildly. He wore a red coat kind of thing and shorts, which, she was sure, felt out of place wherever they were. He was shouting something but she couldn't hear him over her own screams and the sound of furniture breaking under the weight of those he defeated.
As fast as it happened, the vision ended and she was back on the staircases, watching Mugen kick the thug's asses. She shook her head, trying to figure out what she just saw. She had very little time to think though. Someone, most likely the ugly guy, grabbed her from behind and held something sharp against her throat.
"D-don't move another muscle!" The guy shouted. Yep, it definitely was the ugly guy. "If you do anything else, and I'll cut her." Fubuki turned her fear filled eyes to Mugen who had finished off the last of the thugs. He raised an eyebrow and scratched his head.
"Sure, but only because I'm done already." He said, looking very comfortable around his bleeding, unconscious classmates.
Afterward, this fight would be called a massacre followed by a duel to the death. Why? Well, it's because….
"What is going on?" A voice called out, calm and cool as water. All eyes darted down the hall where the annoying guy, Ichirou, stood.
"I-Ichirou-kun?" Fubuki said, shocked to see the guy walking over the bodies of the fallen students like it was no big deal at all. Like it was as normal as brushing ones teeth. Something was fundamentally wrong with this place, Fubuki thought. But then, that's nothing new.
"Fubuki?" He now stood next to where the ugly guy and Fubuki stood. He took one look at her with a knife to her throat and just nodded. "Oh, you seem to be in a bit of trouble. Are you alright?" He asked casually.
Fubuki seethed. "Do I look alright, Baka!?" She shouted, pissed that the guy was so nonchalant about her being in danger. "There's a knife to my throat and it's only my first day." Ichirou opened his mouth to say something but she interrupted him with, "Don't start that 'I'm not whatever, I'm Ichirou' crap again or I will kick you."
"You cannot reach me." He said. Fubuki, pissed that he was questioning her still, tried to prove him wrong. Fruitlessly, she tried to kick him but she was indeed too far to reach him. After moments of failed attempts, she stopped, tired from the act.
"Enshirou-senpai-" The ugly guy started to say before Mugen, apparently tired of being ignored, decided to jump in, literally. He threw a punch at Ichirou, who dodged it and took up a stance.
"Oh, so you really did decide to show here again, you bastard." Mugen said, cracking his knuckles. "And here I thought I saw the last of you this morning."
Ichirou stared at Mugen for a minute. "You mean after you ran from our fight?" He asked, making Mugen seethe with anger. "If you'd like, we can finish what we started. I'm not too busy to hospitalize you today." He offered, crouching down into a stance, like he had a sword. That's when Fubuki saw it, a wooden kendo sword strapped to Ichirou's side. He has a sword?!
Mugen grinned savagely. "Anytime and anywhere, you arrogant bastard." He retorted, grabbing a broom lying in the hall and breaking off the end with his foot.
Ichirou, closed his eyes for a second to draw his sword. "Are you always this impulsive? Fine." He said. He charged at Mugen.
"Bring it, asshole." Mugen said, holding the broom stick like it was a sword. And then the battle began. They fought, striking at each other like they held real samurai swords and were determined to get a killing blow.
Fubuki sighed. Him too! What was up with these guys and fighting?
