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Note: Weird, cliche things will be happening throughout the story because I want this story to be SUPAH cliche. Just saying.
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::The High School Hierarchy::
Ikuto and his little jock crew were panicking as all the bar customers complained and ran outside, staff members checking for a fire. Kukai sat in the chair still, a relaxed smile curling his lips. "I doooon't likeeeee cooold showuuhsssss..." he mumbled, slumping in his chair while Ikuto and his cronies had fled, the bluenette yelling about how his expensive clothes would need dry cleaning later. The hipster queen, as sneakily as possible, quickly snatched Kukai and carried him over her shoulder as they left through the back door, leaving the chaotic bar behind in the distance.
"Geez Kukai, how are you are supposed to protect me when I'm the one protecting your mouth?"
"Ahh, coooold showerrrs make me coooold..."
Amu slapped her forehead tiredly as he hugged onto her body tightly, searching for warmth. "Amuuu, thass you? You're waaaaaaarm," he purred.
She couldn't help but laugh as she set him securely on her motorcycle. "Kukai, hold on to me tight, okay? Don't let go, or I'll kill you."
Kukai smirked as good as a drunk smirk could get. "Keeeell me...? No prawbleem, daaaaawg." He shifted his body to a more comfortable position and continued to hug the hipster's waist tightly as she started the engine to drive off, dropping him off at his house to his older brothers.
"Thanks, Hinamori! Sorry for the trouble he's caused you… We'll take care of him. Thanks again for dropping him off," they said, dragging Kukai's body through the door while he slurred a goodbye to his girlfriend as well. Amu waved with an exhausted sigh and left to go home, parking her motorcycle in the driveway only to notice another unknown motorcycle in the driveway. Weird...
"Onee-chan!" Ami shouted happily to greet her older sister. "Uncle Kiseki is visiting us for the... week? Month? I think month! He's staying in our... uhm... gah-rajuh."
"Garage?"
"Yeah!"
Amu laughed and ruffled her light brown hair before slipping off her shoes and heading up the stairs, flopping into bed. Her pink hair lightly smelled from the wet water of the sprinklers, but she didn't want to go to the bathroom and then risk seeing her uncle. Amu did not like him, but since he spoils Ami, Ami loves him. What first grader wouldn't like a man with a lot of candy that was safe to take the candy from?
"Still... I might as well shower since I still needed to brush my teeth." She picked out some pajamas before wrapping it in a light pink towel. Afterwards, the pinkette quickly stepped out of my room and into the hallway. She quietly sneaked over to the bathroom, which was in use. Sighing, Amu knocked. After hearing the flush of the toilet, the door opened and Ami appeared before the doorway.
"Hi onee-chan!"
"Hi, Ami. Going to bed now right?"
"Yep. Uncle Kiseki's reading me a stoooory!"
"Alright then, good night Ami."
"Night, onee-chan!"
The next morning, Amu left the house fairly quickly in the morning, so early that the sky outside was only beginning to brighten up, just to avoid seeing Uncle Kiseki. He was such a pain in the butt that it wasn't worth it to even greet the obnoxious man. She roller-bladed down the streets and took in some fresh air at the local park, fresh dew on the grass. Her pink phone buzzed and she stared at the device to find Kukai's text displayed on the screen.
not going to school today my head hurts like hell
She laughed.
Oh really? Remember anything from yesterday? Amu texted back after finding a dry bench to sit on.
my brothers told me you took me home last thing i remembered was ikuto calling me to a bar
The girl tiredly rolled her amber eyes.
I saved your ass. That bastard got you drunk and tried to get info from you about me. I took you out of there before anything bad happened. I had to fucking follow you and make sure nothing was spilled. Then I set the fire alarm and got everyone distracted and drove you home.
i feel so embarrassed please forgive me babe
Amu was about to reply, and then decided not to. She decided to let him think things over and suffer a few consequences. Not more than a few moments later, he had texted her again.
please don't torture me like this
"Sorry, Kukai. I love you but you need a time-out." Satisfied, the hipster happily rolled the rest of the way to school.
Amu slapped a high-five with Nagihiko after she told him what happened yesterday. He was kind of like her hipster partner-in-crimes. "Damn, Amu, that was so sick of you!" The pinkette half-smirked and shrugged.
"Wasn't much. Pretty easy if you ask me. All I'd have to do is pull the fire alarm if a war ever breaks out and we'd win."
Nagihiko laughed. "Say, you ever find out what happened to Reems?"
The hipster queen scrunched my eyebrows. Amu had almost completely forgotten about that since Rima had been acting normally the whole time after the incident in the locker room. It was now brunch time so Amu supposed she had time to go confront him. "No, but come with me and find out."
"Come with you to confront Ikuto? I wouldn't miss this event for my life." He threw an arm around her shoulder as she did the same to him. They happily walked down the hallway, waving hello to people they knew as they passed. The duo couldn't afford to be hipster-spicy, they needed as many allies we could get. The hipsters even threw some hello's to the cheerleaders, who happily gave Nagihiko a slutty air-kiss and blew them to him. Amu pretended to dodge it and fanned it away from herself jokingly. It received a few glares, but made Nagihiko laugh.
Finally, the two arrived at the corner of the quad nearest to the football fields, where Ikuto and three other guys were talking in a huddled group. One of the jocks noticed Nagihiko came over. He knuckle-punched him—Nagihiko was friends with a lot of jocks, surprisingly. Nagihiko also knuckle-punched everyone else except Ikuto.
"If it isn't the gaysters," Ikuto spat. His friends patted Nagi on the back and looked at Amu apologetically.
"He's in a bad mood," jock one said.
"Something bad happened yesterday," jock two mumbled.
"You guys should just go," jock three insisted.
Amu boldly took a step forward and stuck her face right into Ikuto's view. "What did you tell Rima on the day of the tennis game, bastard?"
Ikuto looked confused before realizing and remembering it. He smirked. "Is it any of your business?"
"Yes."
"Well, you'll have to pay a price for me to tell you."
"Tell me first and then you can name your price."
"You've got it the other way around," he insisted.
"No, I'm not. You're being stupid," Amu shot at the jock.
"Kiss Nagihiko," he stated. Nagihiko jumped and Amu backed up a step.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, kiss Nagi and I'll tell you."
'He thinks he's so intimidating, doesn't he? Assfucker,' Amu thought before playing it cool with a careless shrug. Then, without warning and with a mischievous smirk, she pulled Nagihiko's face down and planted a kiss on his cheek. He blushed furiously, although the girl didn't understand why. Didn't he do this all the time anyways with other girls? If he had a crush on the pinkette, that would be quite the problem. Luckily, it was just the matter of being kissed by his longtime friend that got to him.
"There, happy?"
"Kiss him on the lips," the blue head urged, widening his smirk. The pinkette slyly looked over to his peers, her beady eyes telling them to do something about Ikuto's unreasonable request.
With that, jock one, two, and three began persuading Ikuto to just tell the girl.
Amu thanked them with a smile. They looked happy to see it; a girl's looks actually come in handy sometimes. And so, the lead jock finally gave in, sighing and punching jock two on the shoulder. "Fine! Fine!"
"So what did you tell her?" Nagihiko and Amu leaned in curiously. He groaned before running a hand through his hair, his face becoming more serious and a little troubling to the two hipsters.
"I told her..."