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CW: This story will contain violence, strong language, sexual humor and situations, drug use, Moroboshi Ataru, and Happosai. You've been warned.
|Delinquency|
Kuno Tatewaki, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, the Rising Star, the Hero of History, and all sorts of other titles bequeathed upon him by he himself… was not just some guy who scared people with his weird personality and the wooden sword he freely brandished at anyone who stood up to him. He was the top student of Furinkan High School, its authority that even the school's faculty bent to without hesitation, and with his position was the ability to influence the area around Furinkan as though it were his own Kingdom–whether he was aware of it or not.
His authority didn't just come from his strength of force and personality. Among the wealthiest families in Japan and the surrounding region, the Kuno family ranked among the top five. In the Nerima Ward, where there were effectively no rules, this was the greatest power. Strength, wealth, charisma; It was possible to get by with any one of them, but with none of them there was trouble.
Clear on the other side of Nerima, was Butsumetsu High School. An All-Boys Reform School where many of the Ward's worst delinquents wound up. Here, in spite of the school's purpose, the delinquents were free to brawl and scrap as they saw fit, on and off the school grounds, and even during the middle of school. They were a band of brigands, and not an uncommon sight in the lawless town–motivated by an uncaring faculty and society that'd given up on most of them as failures who would never amount to anything more than violent thugs.
Their boss was the intimidating and powerful Soban. The bald, big-lipped, and burly young man of indeterminable age literally loomed large over the boys in his gang physically–but wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Soban, however, was fine with not being very sharp. He hit like a hammer, after all.
He and his gang were meeting in an empty lot on the edge of their turf with the more affluent Taian neighborhood. Rough and tumble youths who seemed to cover a wide swath of delinquent culture and stereotype, from the old schoolers like himself to the more stylishly modern looking guys. They all proudly wore the black uniforms of Butsumetsu–some had patches from past damage, others no sleeves, and others just draped the uniform jackets on their shoulders like capes as they brandished all manner of blunt instruments like weapons.
The Butsumetsu boys were squaring off against their complete opposite: A gang of a dozen immaculately dressed, well-styled, and exceptionally pretty young men from the Taian neighborhood. None wore school uniforms, but their sharp, casual clothes were on point–they looked more ready for a date than a backlot brawl.
Their leader, wearing a cream-colored suit, with spiky brown hair and matching-colored eyes, stepped up ahead of his stylish underlings, and sniffed dismissively towards Soban and his crew.
"I see you guys brought your tank with you, hoping to soak up some damage, hm?" The leader of the well-dressed young men, Suzuki, asked the group.
Just beside Soban, another delinquent stepped up. Average-sized (but looking small beside Soban) and built, he had short curly black hair that gave him the nickname he went by in his gang, Curly.
At Suzuki's taunt, he rolled his eyes.
"And here you pretty boys go, walking onto a battlefield like it's a game. This is Butsumetsu turf, you Pick Up Martial Artists don't belong on this side of the tracks!" The curly-haired delinquent shot back.
Suzuki scowled at the nickname. "We're Host Club Martial Artists! Get it right you jackasses!"
Curly brought a hand to his ear. "What was that? I could've sworn you guys just practiced karate to impress chicks and then pump and dump 'em when you've roped them in… that sounds way less stylish than a host."
That cut too, and Suzuki assumed a fighting stance. "You're talking mad shit for someone within ass-whooping distance."
Curly put up his dukes, like he was ready to box against Suzuki's more esoteric martial arts. "I could be closer."
Suzuki sneered and his entire body flickered before reappearing halfway between where he had stood and Curly. He accelerated, remaining a blur as he closed in to shut the bad-mouthing Butsumetsu punk with a chop to his throat, but as he reached him, he stopped and jumped away.
Soban, who had not been moving previously, swung at him with one of his powerful arms–the giant of a young man much faster than his size suggested.
"Shit!" Suzuki yelped as the air disturbed from the blow threw him off, and he landed several paces away from Soban and Curly with his guard up.
I didn't even see him move… The handsome young man realized.
Laughing at Suzuki's reaction, Curly folded his arms as Soban stepped up, cracking his knuckles. "This guy gets zapped by Lum Invader every other day, and even in a straight fight she couldn't keep him down! What makes you think that you're going to stand a chance against him?!"
Suzuki adjusted his stance. "That's a good question but let me ask… when was the last time you fought someone other than an alien chick?!"
He vanished again and reappeared a few paces forward, to Soban's right, striking a fabulous pose straight out of JoJo. "Dazzling!"
Flickering again, he was at Curly's left, posed with his jacket open, its short back blowing in a nonexistent wind. "Stunning!"
Before either could move, Suzuki disappeared again and was suddenly above Soban and Curly, rose petals and sparkles surrounding him before he abruptly accelerated downward towards him. "This is a… STYLISH KICK!"
Soban swung an uppercut into Suzuki's dive kick. Instead of shattering his leg and sending him twirling through the air, Soban's mighty fist connected and both attacks stopped–a powerful shockwave exploding from the impact and pushing back delinquents on both sides.
Jumping back, Suzuki landed again, stunned by the sheer strength of the other student. Behind him, his gang were similarly shocked.
"Aniki's attack was on fleek, h-how could a buffoon like that just stop it with one punch, man?!"
"That thing's as strong a monster as it's ugly!" Exclaimed another.
On Butsumetsu's side, there was a mutual surprise at Suzuki's ability to not be instantly killed by Soban's blow.
"Eeesh, I could've sworn that PUMA would've been blown away," one of the rowdy, rough boys said in surprised amusement.
"He's more than just a pretty face!" Another declared.
"Good, he might hold up a bit while the boss is rearranging it!" Teased another one.
Soban shook his hand. "Hmph, that stung."
Curly slapped the back of his hand against Soban's side and laughed. "Geez, big guy. Way to show off!"
He turned his attention to Suzuki. "All right, the exhibition's over. Are we going to throw down, or has it gotten into your pretty little head that your flashy moves ain't gonna help you against our down and dirty styling?!"
The other Butsumetsu boys broke into cheers, throwing their fists into the air as they got fired up.
Sniffing, Suzuki stood straight and brushed his fingers through his hair. Swinging his hand aside, he smirked as sparkles flew off his fingertips and masculine beauty radiated from his posed form. Behind him, the other members of his gang struck fabulous fighting poses–sparkles, bubbles and roses rising like an aura around them.
"It's not our policy to cater to males, but we're going to serve you up a beating straight to hell!" Suzuki promised.
The two sides, bursting with the violent energy of youth, began to fan out as they sized each other up. Strategies and tactics forming and failing on the fly, as they prepared to plunge into a melee. With the tension skyrocketing as Suzuki assumed a more conventional stance and Soban posed like a bear ready to lunge, neither side was prepared for another smaller boy from Butsumetsu to come running into the lot in a panic, flailing his arms.
"Guys! Guys!" The student shouted as he ran straight up to Soban and his right-hand man. "Boss! Curly! You guys ain't gonna believe this!"
Curly looked over to him. "Hey, Chibi! We're in the middle of smacking down these joke PUMAs!"
"We're Hosts!" Suzuki corrected at the top of his lungs.
"Forget about them, this is way more important! Kuno Tatewaki is in the hospital!"
Both sides forgot about their confrontation on the spot and looked towards Chibi like he'd just told them the emperor had been assassinated. Curly and Soban both fell slack-jawed, the other Butsumetsu boys shouting in disbelief around them. On their side, Suzuki went tense with alarm while the other Host Martial Artists looked at each other with worry.
"The hell happened to the strongest guy in Furinkan?" Curly asked over the other boys in the gang clamoring for info as they gathered around, only to be held back by Soban to keep them from crowding on the smallest member of their gang.
Chibi was grateful for the gesture and explained. "Yesterday morning, he got into a fight in the school yard, and he got destroyed. They're saying every bone in his body's been broken!"
One of the strongest guys in the Neirma ward… the Soaring Eagle of Furinkan High School, one of the rising stars of the Kendo Circuits. A guy whose skill with a wooden sword was enough to keep Butsumetsu away from the river that bordered their turf with the Furinkan neighborhood to the south. Kuno Tatewaki was as weird as they came for this town–but his power was recognized, respected, and feared.
Even Soban was wary of taking him on, so he wanted to know the responsible party more than anyone. "Who did it?"
Curly agreed. "Yeah, who'd he piss off?!"
Suzuki and the other Host Martial Artists came over as well. With everyone more concerned about this development, their battle could wait for later–much later if Kuno was really going to be down for the count.
"Out with it," Suzuki said, "Who's the guy that kicked Kuno off his throne?"
Chibi looked over at Suzuki and stepped back to address everyone. "That's just it! It wasn't a guy… Kuno got his butt kicked by a girl!"
Silence fell, as both sides stared at Chibi like he'd abruptly grown forty feet tall. Curly recoiled a step from Chibi, before he leaned in. "What? There ain't a girl that strong at Furinkan."
Suzuki couldn't believe it either. He had heard rumors of a girl in the last few days who'd gotten Kuno's attention, but…
"There is! Two of them even!" Chibi shot back.
Confusion went right back to full-on astonishment. Two super strong girls? Curly wasn't having it. "Dude… that doesn't make sense. We would've heard about two girls that strong a long time ago!"
Another boy spoke. "Yeah, that sounds like Lum-chan, or Fujinami, or Shin-"
Everyone in both gangs lunged to silence the boy, and for good reason as Soban became more alert than he seemed even in combat just moments ago. Frozen, the boys all stared at the Butsumetsu boss, who looked around with fervent eagerness, before calming back down.
All of them sighed in mutual relief.
Suzuki looked back at Chibi. "Please tell me you have some details or proof, or something?"
"I can tell you what happened, from what I overheard. The guys at Furinkan were trying to go out with this girl, and she just kept beating their asses when they tried to ask her out. She won't date anyone who can't beat her so pretty soon the entire school got into it," he explained.
The boys began to murmur in disbelief even as Chibi continued.
"Then yesterday, Kuno himself shows up to take her on–and this other girl just steps in and nearly kills him for trying! He couldn't even touch her!"
Astonishment petered out, turning into mild skepticism. The boys of both groups looked amongst their own sides and even to the other as they tried to process that. Now Curly was flat out having a problem with the concept entirely.
"Yeah, I'm gonna call bullshit on it… you got any proof at all?"
Before Chibi could offer any, Soban–who towered above his peers–pointed towards the edge of the vacant lot. "Those are Furinkan boys."
Everyone looked over, and sure enough spotted a couple Furinkan students wandering past the chain-link fence that bordered the lot and the street. They shambled as they walked, dragging their feet and swaying back and forth like zombies. There wasn't a single hint of color with them, all life and vibrance was drained from their bodies.
It was a disturbing sight for everyone to behold. "What… happened to them?"
Chibi pointed over. "That's the worst part. After Kuno got creamed, the girl all the guys had been fighting just went nuclear. She screamed and howled at them... calling them weak and that no girl would ever date them."
Walking over to the open gate of the fence, the other boys following, Chibi grabbed one of the wandering Furinkan boys and pulled him over. Without resistance, the young man let himself be led over to the group.
"How do you think I found out? I saw these guys wandering around and I asked them what happened!"
Chibi shook the Furinkan boy. "That's what happened yesterday, right?"
To the Hosts and Delinquents, the Furinkan student nodded. "It's true… we screwed up… no girl will ever like us… we're weak… we're pathetic… we always were…"
Curly gasped as this sunk in. "Two… two girls took down Furinkan's best fighter and chopped the balls off every other guy who could stand against them…?"
He lowered his head and began to shake. "That… that…"
Looking up, there were tears in his eyes, as he broke into hysterical laughter. "THAT IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I'VE EVER HEARD!"
Chibi jumped back, as the Butsumetsu students and almost all of the Hosts joined him in laughing.
"A couple of girls!" One boy yelled, in tears.
A host was covering his eyes with his head tilted back as he guffawed. "The strongest in Furinkan couldn't hit one girl in a straight fight. What an idiot!"
"To think we were scared of those guys! Oh no, my sides! They are achieving escape velocity!" Another Butsumetsu student howled.
Even Soban was bellowing, his hands resting on his fat stomach as he rocked back and forth trying not to double over.
Suzuki was the only one not laughing. He had hit upon something. "Wait, wait…"
He took Chibi by the shoulders. "Let me get this straight: Kuno's in the hospital now."
Chibi nodded. "Yeah, it could be months before he even gets out."
"All of the boys are like this." Suzuki gestured to the grayscale student.
Chibi nodded again. "Yeah, just about every boy in the school. The girls want nothing to do with them."
"And there are how many girls at Furinkan High School…?"
Chibi stopped and thought about it. "I don't know, two hundred? Two fifty?"
Suzuki looked towards the direction of the river border; his eyes alight as what Chibi said was cottoned onto by the other Hosts. "Iiiinteresting."
He let Chibi go and looked back to his gang. "Guys! We're out of here! We'll call this your win, Butsumetsu! But the next time you see us! We'll be unstoppable!"
The delinquents of Butsumetsu barely had an instant to act before the rest of the Hosts quickly vacated, following Suzuki in a full sprint out of the lot and down the street. Curly, watching them go, looked over to Chibi.
"Hey… what are they in a hurry for?" He asked.
Chibi shrugged his shoulders. "Heck if I know, man. That PUMA just asked me about the boys at Furinkan not being around and how many girls there… were… at… the…"
All of the other Butsumetsu students stopped laughing as Chibi trailed off.
Silence filled the air for a few moments, before again Soban was the first to say something.
"… Wait."
Moments later, the few listless boys from Furinkan wandering the streets of the Butsumetsu neighborhood were knocked flying or trampled underfoot by a stampede of their peers from the rival school. At the front of it, Soban led the charge, while Curly held onto his back, pointing ahead.
"WE CAN'T LET THOSE DOUCHEBAGS BEAT US TO THAT TURF!" He yelled over the roaring youths behind him.
A/N: Lots of OCs, but you know... it comes with the territory. I'll at least try to keep in with the spirit of the setting.