Author Note: There's someone I'd like too thank, you know who you are, thanks for the reviews. Now, this chapter may seem… I dunno… frail, maybe. However; I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. Here we are, start of a relationship, start of a new residence, and enchanting.
Ichiro Masayuki
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Hair: Auborn
Eyes: Black
Ichiro and Ian knew each other ever since they were young. Ian and him once lived in the same town, however, Ichiro moved after being expelled from his original school (take a guess, he's a pervert). He's a womanizer, however, has respect too his teachers. His likes include women, h-manga, ecchi manga, and bars. He dislikes vegetables, his family, staring at the stars.
Love Hina Bara
Chapter 6: Ichiro returns
Inside Fishers Pub, Mr. Fisher was sweeping the store. People around him were chit-chatting or pastorally speaking too each other. " not good. Ever since Ian went off, I feel slightly moody. I just want something fun to happen."
Sound of a bell chimed inside the pub. Mr. Fisher turned his head—he wanted too see his next customer—Ian was seen. Mr. Fisher felt gaiety in him, however, didn't want Ian to think he's gone soft. He decided to talk too him:
" You're 20 minutes late for your shift, Ian."
" Sorry," Ian humbly complied, rubbing his head. " But now that am back, I can finally get back to work. That is, if you're willing to keep me here." Ian was thrown a broom and dust pan—Mr. Fisher's own way of testing—Ian nearly dropped them, caught them with his hands. " Huh?"
" What are you waiting around for?" Mr. Fisher said more sternly than asking. " Those dust bunnies aren't gonna' clean themselves y'know." Ian had an awkward feeling inside of him; he denied everything by bowing his head.
" Thank you, sir. I'll be sure this place is spotless at the end of the day." Ian ran into another room. Mr. Fisher stopped working, went over to his counter, got himself a bottle of gin.
" I missed that little idiot"
Ian was back in his classroom, writing. Aimi Chiba was in the front seat, Ian was in the very back. Ian stopped writing his note, passed it along too Kana. Kana opened the note and his eyes lit up when he saw the note.
" Pass it too Aimi," Ian spoke.
Kana was befuddled by Ian's note, however, passed it too Goro the man sitting in front of him. Goro couldn't believe his eyes—he couldn't understand what went through Ian's head. But tapped the girl in front of him, brown brunette, Jun, passed the note too her.
" Thanks. Think we can go to that karoke bar I've mentioned before?"—Jun
" Sorry, I've already made plans with my girlfriend"—Goro.
" GIRLFRIEND!?"—Jun.
" SSSHHHHH!" Everyone but Jun shushed
Jun nevertheless passed the note to a black haired brunette friend of hers. The note finally reached Aimi. The girl had to tap Aimi dozens of times on her right elbow—her mind caught up in her reading—noticed the note.
" For me?" Aimi asked innocently, pupils dilating.
" That's what the inventation says," Her friend exasperated.
Aimi took the note away, " Thank you." She could than she its message: Aimi. " Hmmm, this is a strange turn of events." Aimi unfolded the paper. She stared deeper into its contents:
Dear Aimi
Please, don't be afraid when I tell you this, turn around. I'll identify myself with open arms.
Aimi turned too the very back. She saw Ian, not too hard to distinguish, waving his left hand. Her face flustered, fear. She turned her head back to the note and kept reading.
I know you have androphobia. In a strange kind of way, I may have gynaephobia: A fear of women. Please, you don't have to reply too me, but I was wondering… hoping…you and I could talk some more.
Aimi's eyes trembled as she finished reading the note. She tried shoving it somewhere safe, down her shirt. Aimi immediately started writing down words on a piece of paper. She stopped. Turned around, she handed her paper too her friend; she wanted too carry on their conversation.
The black brunette took it. The black brunette passed it too Jun, the brown-haired brunette. Jun passed it too Goro. Goro peeked inside, cheeks blushing, nervously passed it to Kana.
" Y'know, its not nice to invade other people's business," Kana lectured.
" I just had to see," Goro nonchantly replied. " I must tell you, am surprised."
Kana passed the note to Ian. He could see its message: Aimi. "Hmmm, this is a strange turn of events." Ian opened the letter and gazed at the message inside:
Sure. My house is 567 Bara Road. My phone number: (785)-489-1209. Perhaps…maybe… we can talk a little… help ourselves with our phobias.
Ian smiled half-heartedly at the note. He got out another piece of paper, pen. Ian worked furiously at writing on the paper. Passing along, he gave the note to his friends, and the note was passed too Aimi. Aimi could see its message: Response. Aimi opened the letter and smiled as she read every word:
Sure. I'll be at your place at 6 p.m.
Ian skipped merrily with joy as he moved up the stairs to the Hinata House. He laughed flamboyantly as well joyfully.
" I finally did it! I finally got the courage too ask Aimi out…. Wait a minute." Ian stopped moving. His hands rubbed his chin. " I never said it was a 'date'. Perhaps its just a get together." Ian smiled once again, singing, " Who cares?! I finally have a chance with Aimi!"
Ian skipped as he moved into a garden of rocks. Ian picked one up, took a key out.
Ian skipped as he made way for the front door. Nothing can stop me!" Ian put the key through the doorknobs gap, turned the tumbler, those opening the door. Ian opened the door and walked inside. " Nothing can stop me…"
" Heyya Ian." Ichiro greeted, right in front of Ian's face.
" Ichiro…?"
Ichiro was kicked out of the Hinata House—literally kicked by his rear-end and fell out the door. Ian closed the door to the house, clicking noise heard from the door.
" Wait!" Ichiro pleaded. " Please let me back inside!"
Ichiro crawled back to the door of the Hinata House and punched it with both his arms, he wanted to get back inside.
" Leave this house immediately!" Ian shouted.
" Ian?" Daisuke said. " Who are you talking too?"
" Eh…"
Ichiro, Ian, and Daisuke were both sitting around the dinner table. Ichiro helped him to a cup of tea. A smug expression was on Ichiro's face, he drank a cup of tea.
Ichiro put the cup down, looking straight into Ian's eyes, smugged, " So, did you miss me?"
" GRRRR!" Ian growled.
Ichiro was kicked out of the Hinata House—literally kicked by his rear-end and fell out the door. Ian closed the door to the house, clicking noise heard from the door.
" Wait!" Ichiro squealed. " Please let me in!"
Ichiro, Ian, and Daisuke were back at the dinner table. Ichiro helped himself too another cup of tea. He retained the same old smug on his face.
" Daisuke, we shouldn't be giving him anything," Ian argued. " He's just gonna keep coming back."
" Heck'yeah am coming back," Ichiro smugged. " Daisuke, please talk to them."
" Right," Daisuke placed a hand on his head. " Ian, Ichiro is working part time here as a janitor."
" WHAT!?" Ian shouted, agaped.
" That's right, Ian," Ichiro said in another smug voice. " You and me are work-partners." Ichiro smugly raised his right hand up. But Ian just ignored him; his attention turned too Daisuke.
" How can you let him stay here?"
" He reminds me of me."
" Daisuke, you're nothing like this lowlife. He's a womanizer, a pervert, and spends more than he ever hopes too earn."
" The appearance is uncanny of course, yet the attitude seems renewal. Perhaps it'll lighten my spirit to have someone like this become part of our house. Now, if you'll excuse me, Kimza and I have important matters too attend to."
Daisuke got up from his chair and walked away. However, Ian came up behind him and grabbed him on his right elbow. " Wait! You don't know Ichiro. He's a monster."
" Really?" Daisuke catechized. " There are two different types of people. The ones who let themselves be heard or the ones that think things for themselves. I, you might already know, keep things to myself. I also have any interesting story. Their was once this preschool. In this school, there were 24 students, all were massacred, someone snuck into their school and shot them all, he shot himself in the end. They were only 10 years old."
" Ahhh…" Ian tried to speak, tongue-tied.
" What does that have to do with us?" Ichiro finished Ian's sentence.
" Oh, a lot. Now, Kimza." Daisuke pried Ian's hand away. Daisuke went back to walking away. Ian was startled. Ian sober, looked at Ichiro, grimaced.
" I still can't forgive your attitude." Ian scowled. " Let me by frank, its not because you made me look like a total pervert in school. Or that you made every girl in school hate me. Or that you set me up… one of the worse dates of my life, you get her hot sister! Or that you keep coming back and make me feel bad. I can't forgive you one reason: I despise who you are at a fundamental level."
Ichiro pouted, fake tears coming out of his eyes, said, " Oh, that hurts." Ian gritted his teeth, moved his arm up, trembling, put his arm back down.
" Where are the girls!?" Ian said in a high pitch voice.
" Oh, there chit-chatting with that Kaeda chick. By the way, I find her dominatrix outfit to be ravishin—"
Ian smacked Ichiro across his right cheek. A vein popped up in Ian's head, fist smothered in blood, yelled, " KEEP YOUR WORDS TOO YOURSELF, PERVERT!"
Rina, Yue, Foxy, and teenage Kaeda were sitting in the same room. Rina was surprisingly reading a book, Yue and Foxy were talking to Kaeda.
" So, why do you want to kill your mother?" Yue asked
" I mean, we've all had that thought sometime in our lives," Foxy chimed in." But that doesn't mean we really do it."
" I dunno?" Kaeda nonchantly replied, shrugging her shoulders. " But…" Kaeda pulled her shirt down ( just the neck, everything else covered) a scar was on her. " But this isn't the first time we've encounter, strenuous. Nearly killed me, I wasn't fast enough."
Yue gasped, " Your mother did that?"
Foxy seemed cynical, " Seems kinda unorthodox. Maybe something in an anime."
" Oh," Kaeda gawped. " There's also this." Kaeda rose up and turned around. She took her shirt off—she tried showing them her curse, taking her clothes off, a red symbol of a wolf was tattooed on her back. " I got this was in my last affray. Sure, it does make me faster and stronger, but it's like am bearing an unborn child."
" What is that?" Yue asked.
"Its like something out a light novel manga," Foxy said.
" It's the Ookami curse. Right now, its docile. But, if I ever get angry or cry, it'll awaken."
All girls turned to Rina. She was still reading a book, closed the book, got up and walked away. Yue and Foxy both looked at Rina as she walked away.
" Where are you going, Yue?" Yui asked.
" And what was with the book?" Foxy inquired .
" Am going to see Ian," Rina complied, attention the other way. There's something I want him too see."
Ian threw Ichiro a broom and dustpan, Ichiro barely able too catch it. Ian glared at Ichiro, hands too his hips( yes, boys can do that), scowling, " Okay, I want this whole place spotless by the end of the day. Understood?!"
" Hey!" Ichiro snapped. " Who died and made you in charge?"
" Am the oldest."—Ian
" Since when?" Ichiro argued. " Am 2 months older than you."
" I've been here longer. Get to work."—Ian
" Gaah!" Ichiro groined. " Man, no woman's worth this!"
" Huh?"—Ian
" Nothing. Bye."—Ichiro.
Ichiro scurried away. His broom sweeped dust away as he moved. Ian couldn't help but laugh at Ichiro's misfortune.
" Ian!" Rina's voice yelled out of nowhere. Ian turned around, Rina was right in front of him. He gasped when seeing her holding a book. Ian rolled her eyes too his facial expression. " Can I have a moment of your time?"
" Ah, sure. What do you need me too do, Rina?"
Rina walked up to Ian, looking into his eyes, hugged him. Ian's mind went blank, a women was literally hugging him. However; moment only lasted some time. Rina stood firmly up and stared deep into Ian's eyes. " Look deep into my eyes and don't stop looking until I say something."
Ian obliged. His eyes-once focused on one thing, and one thing only-Rina's eyes taking all his eyes space. Ian was entranced by Rina. Her eyes, her perfume, the way she looked at him; a combination of calm and determination.
" What's with me?" Ian pondered on such matters. " My heart, it won't stop beating. It's like, nothing else matters to me: My friends, family, school, its like living a lie. But, even though she's done nothing but taunt and torture me, I've never been so attracted to her."
Rina-her true nature: deceive. Rina's face turned into a ghastly smile. " You're mine." Ian's body grew into a wicked smile. Her true intentions were revealed, she held a book out, a glimpse at its cover: Hypnotism Ian's face grew dreary, his arms became lifeless, eyes turned white. " You're mine. You're under my control."
Day's till Ian finds his true love: 89
End of Chapter 2, Volume 2