Hey morons, I'm back and man it's fun to write again! I rewrote this chapter and I'm gonna hopefully continue this train of steam. By the way, to that guy who was shittalking me for shittalking harems, fuck harems you lonely shit. Ay for real though I saw a dhar man clip unironically that made a lot of sense about people like that guy. So this old guy begins and he goes "People are like garbage trucks, they go around collecting trash and building it up until they've built up so much that at some point they've gotta go somewhere to drop it off on someone."

Besides the point, welcome back to me reupdating this shit for the 2nd or 3rd time in 3 years give a big hip hip hurray for me. I haven't written in years and when I opened up this doc again about a month ago I had practically forgotten everything I knew about writing and kept blanking when I tried to continue it. Recently though it's been coming so easily, I don't know if it's this game of thrones ambience music I'm listening to or what but it's been very smooth so far. Anyways, who cares about that? Enjoy my writing or don't. Respectfully, I'm not doing this for you as a reader. I'm doing this for the sake of me as a writer. I want to experience this character through and through, and see how one of my favorite animes could be alternated and changed through him. See his character arcs and how he grows as someone who I want to give metaphorical life to, making him feel real and breathe as much air as you or I do. Sounds real corny, but that's the type of writer I've come to aspire to become. Having said that, let it be know I'm almost a perfectionist in the way that I'll try to make the project I'm working on as Also, not to shame other writers here, but the vast majority of works that I've read on here are one of 3 things:

2-Dimensional/Shallow

Edgy

Horny

And I'm not only talking about the fics from Highschool of the Dead, but for all of Fanfiction. Even the one's with millions of words and thousands of followers, saves, likes, whatever the fuck you know what I mean. I'm on here once every year so forgive me lol

But again, I will do my best to assure that my character feels authentic. Sure sometimes he won't be as serious for example when explaining the dad lore – you'll understand what that means soon – but most of the time he'll be living as real as you or me (hopefully). Sound's . That said, if you think it's a heaping pile of shit write a review and I'll take the criticism and try to learn from it (and also spit on you in the next chapter) otherwise shut up and read. Anyhoo I took up too much of your free time so here's what the different shits mean

"Talking"

'Probably Sarcasm, maybe some other stuff we'll see'

Thoughts or Emphasis

Action/Narration

BONK's or Important Stuff

Flashbacks

Seeya at the end folks

Lately, walking the stairs has turned into my weird hobby. Mainly because this dude I've been trying to be friends with spends basically all his time there, even after school's out. Talk about dedication. Seriously, a month ago I started skipping classes just to catch him and chat at the stairs. This guy, Takashi Komuro, is basically a walking emo cloud thanks to some orange-haired chick dumping him for his best friend. Or something like that, at least according to his incoherent mumbling. I only pieced it together because, yeah, I eavesdropped on him sometimes – don't judge – and then grilled him about it. Long story short, dude's messed up.

Today, as I made laps up and down the stairs, again, late for class. It wasn't even about comforting him. It was about making sure neither he nor his ex became news headlines for the wrong reasons. For you know, pancake.

Looking at him leaning on the rails, you know you'd never think you'd see someone so depressed that they look like they're practically rotting away like a zombie. I readied my usual pep talk, the kind that had rallied sports teams and sparked fire in the numerous nerdy clubs, but...

"Oh look at you two, as pathetic as always!" A voice dripping with disdain echoed down the stairs. Pink hair bounced as Saya descended, her glare sharper than a katana. "Kantaro Romanovich. Graduation's a lost cause on you anyway, even if you showed up. It's a shock you're still student body president, you'd be much more deserving if you actually attended class. I mean think of what Ms. Satoshi would say if she saw you, idiot!"

Ignoring the sting, I met her gaze. "Is that concern I hear, genius? You know, Saya, you come here almost every day. Is it because you know I'll be here?" I couldn't resist a smirk, watching her cheeks flush.

"Wha-what?! Of course not, idiot! I just like to remind you of how pathetic you are! And who gave you permission to call me that, Romanov?!" Her stammer and reddening face only fueled my amusement. Each sputtered denial, each angry puff, sent me into fresh peals of laughter.

She's too fun not to mess with. My toothy grin grew as I laughed more and more. My phone buzzed just as I opened my mouth to answer her, "Oh shit, I've gotta blast. My dad needs me at the port. See ya Takashi. See ya Saya." About to leave, Takagi stopped me.

I turned to look at her, noticing some kind of weird vibe I'm getting from her, "Yeah Takagi?"

Saya held out a squeeze bottle, her eyes glued to the ground. "H—y B—hd-y," she mumbled, barely a whisper. I just blinked, clueless.

The hell did she say! She whispered it for crying out loud, how could I have heard that! Ok, ok, ok… ! I looked down at the bottle in her hand. Does she need help with it? No way, she wouldn't have asked for help with a damn bottle, that's trivial.

Frustration bubbled in her eyes. "Are you gonna take it or not?! Idiot!" she snapped, her sudden yell catching me off guard. "Our class president shouldn't be thirsty when giving his dumb speeches."

Flustered, I stammered, "U-Uh…" and reached for the bottle. As I looked up, WAM! My heart did a triple flip. SHE'S SO CUTE! Then, like I was diving headfirst into an ice bath, I slapped myself twice. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, SHUT UP KANTARO?!

Ignoring her protests, I snatched the bottle and bolted down the stairs, leaving a bewildered Saya in my dust. My cheeks burned hotter with each step. Mission failed. Totally failed. Or maybe… mission successful? Failed successfully? I dunno, we'll put it in 'organize later'.

As I walk to the port my dad does all his sailing out of, I start zoning out. Man, Takagi is too funny sometimes, I chuckle a bit at the memory, I wonder what she actually thinks of me… I mean I've seen her butler guy picking her up when we were younger in elementary school, so maybe I get some cookie points there? What am I thinking about?! I stop and slap my face a few times with both hands, and look at my reflection in the restaurant's window that I'm standing in front of.

Man, am I enough to be hers…? What the hell am I thinking?! You're really doing this to me, brain? My cheeks redden further, and I slap my face a few more times. So, you really are doing this to me, huh, brain? I don't actually… like her or anything… right? I mean sure my heart might've skipped a few beats when she got close to me, and sure I'm thinking if I could be enough to be her boyfriend, but there must be a solid explanation for that other than… that... Right?

I lift my shirt and beneath my school uniform lies a lean physique honed through dedication, discipline, and years of boxing experience – it also appears to be made of fire.

AHHHHHH MY ENTIRE BODY IS RED NOT JUST MY FACE. IS THIS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I THINK OF HER LIKE THAT? OR MAYBE THIS IS THAT EVIL WITCHES CURSED CYLINDER OF LIQUID AT WORK?

Pulling the bottle out of my backpack's side pocket, I wonder why she gave me this? It's definitely some sick twisted wretched bottle full of poison that she's doomed me with. Wouldn't expect anything less from that goblin.

I uncapped it and poured some on the back of my hand to feel its temperature. It just has to have hot water, huh Saya? I shrugged it off, poured some in the palm of my hand and washed my face off with it, then continued to walk.

About three minutes until I'm there, if I had to guess.

Did Dad tidy up the place? It looks neat.. too neat. I push open the dock office door, inhaling the familiar scent of salt and fish. Skeptically narrowing my eyes surprised by the unnatural tidiness. And who said miracles don't happen.

Tip-toeing my way to the backroom, I peeked around the corner noticing nothing out of the ordinary, then entered. Putting my bag down on the table, I got a plastic cup and filled it with coffee.

I wonder what kind of shit dad cooked up today. Sipping at the coffee, it tasted pleasant at first, but then I took a gulp. Let's just say that I'm never gulping down another 'dad coffee' again. I left my bag, and the mystical sewer coffee cup, on the table before I walked out of the backroom and through a few hallways over to the storage room.

I was surprised to find the heavy door unlocked as I put the key in. Entering the room, I was engulfed by absolute darkness, silence, and a deadly cold breeze that's got me shivering like a camel in antarctica.

"Must not be here yet, well I'll go ahead and check what they caught recently then." I thought out loud.

I turned to look at where the light switch usually is, fumbling and flicking it. As I turned back to look at the lights turning on I heard a raspy though energetic masculine voice in front of me, "The only thing you'll be checking are these gifts, son! Gyahaha!" My eyes observed the sight of my dad and the presents beside him, laying on a table set up in the middle of the room.

"Oh shit dad, thanks!" I automatically said as I ran up to give my short dad a hug. Presents? Wait, Takagi gave me something too. Is today a holiday or something? My joy notably turned into a confused expression.

"What's wrong, Taro? Did you outgrow the whole present thing?" Dad asked as he put on a jokingly playful tone.

"Is it Christmas?" I asked.

"Whaa-! It's your birthday, dumbass! Christmas is in winter, and it's spring right now, Gyaha! My boy's so worked up at school that he doesn't even remember his own birthday!" He proclaimed seemingly gleeful.

Oh right.. The 20th of April is my birthday. Looks like time flew by since last year, but still the look in his eyes says it all. He knows what I'm about to ask.

"Calm down, Mikhail. The boy's had a tiring day at school, can't you tell…? WHAT WITH ALL THE ABSENCES IN HIS CLASSES, DUMBASS BRAT!" A feminine voice I hadn't even detected up until now spoke up to my left and wound up her massive russian hammer fist before…

BONK

"OW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT YA OLD WITCH?!" I turn to look at her as I rub at the goose egg-sized lump growing out my head like something straight outta Looney Toons.

Natalia Satoshi, my aunt Saya mentioned at the staircase, was a teacher. Guess they're the only two that came… again. I drop my hands and ball them into fists, on the brink of shedding tears.

"Dad.. when will She be here? I wan-want her to see how much I've gro-grown since she last saw me.." My voice shivered while speaking and I raised my head to look at my father, my eyes red, needing one more reason to explode into an emotional crying mess.

Emotional over my family, I know. Well, it's more like 'Emotional over my mother, I know'. The reason being is that my sweet old mom's been gone for the past 6 fucking years without even so much as a goodbye note when she left or letters over the years at all. I've heard nothing from her and I've grown to despise her because of it, but it makes me want to find her all the more to tell her how I feel about her abandoning us and how I yearned for her to be there nurturing me all that time instead of doing… whatever the hell it was she was doing. Probably off with a second family or something…

"Oh sweetie, it's alright. She'll be here before your next birthday." Auntie said, comfortingly. She embraced me as if I were a child that just lost his favorite toy or blankie, taking my head and nuzzling her hand against my hair.

Damnit, they said that last year! Why do they have to- I noticed my father's dejected face when I looked at him from over my Aunties shoulder, I-I see.. it's affecting him as much as it is me, how selfish of me. Breaking free from my Aunties grasp, I went over to the presents near my dad. I know this is going to sound childish, but fuck it damnit it's time to man up. Child Mode: Activate motherfucker!

I slapped his shoulder and gave my signature toothy grin, "We don't need her! We can make it in life and be happy on our own! Now let's get to the presents!" I tried sounding like I didn't care. Like I didn't want her to be here, but, with every fiber of my being I want to see her again. I'd do anything to see her.

Dad's face lit up a bit at that last comment and he was back to his eccentric 'GYAHAHA'-type self. Looking at either present, I decided between the two before coming to a realization, and glanced at the bottle that Saya gave me, This was a present..? That means that she remembered my birthday.. That means… I've got no other option but to treasure this. Wai-Wait a minute, IT'S JUST A BOTTLE, CALM DOWN YOU DELUSIONAL HALF-RUSSIAN HALF-IDIOT HALF-JAPANESE HORMONAL NEW 18 YEAR OLD! After all, how could I like a stuck-up, cotton candy-haired, crazy eyebrows, beautiful, adorable… STOP LOVERBOY YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN. I smell it. YOU'RE HOPELESS.

"Can we get out of here first? I'm freezing and it smells like fish." Aunt Natalia sweatdropped, the soul almost leaving her body from how bad her teeth were chattering as she pulled me out of my Takagi-induced trance.

"Oh yeah GYAHAHA, who's idea was it to hide in the fish closet that's temperature is below zero anyway?" Dad scratched his head, feigning ignorance.

"IT WAS YOURS YA JACKASS." Aunt Natalia shouted as she raised that illustrious hammer fist.

BONK

And just like that she made his Alzheimer's worse.

Now in the walkway, I opened the blue wrapped present, pulling out a customized black 1911 with an extended magazine, a 5MW laser dot, and a suppressor attached. Also, the barrel seems to be longer, to be specific it looks to be about 5.5" or 6".

"Woah where'd you get this from pops?" I lit up, pulling the slide back and inspecting the craftsmanship.

"GYAHAHA, I knew you'd love it! I retrieved it overseas from our most recent 'fishing trip'. Well? What are you waiting for? Try it out!" My dad said with a prideful smirk, setting up different-sized fish on hooks in the doorway of the storage room.

Okay, lore time. Pops is a 'Fisherman' who specializes in smuggling in firearms through his own privately-owned port, primarily from - you guessed it - America in order to sell it to the people of Japan. His main motive when he began was once my father and my mother moved to Tokonosu, my mother had nearly been raped by this man at night as she was walking home. She hurried back to my dad and told him everything, that's when my dad set out alone and found and executed the man without leaving a single bit of evidence for the detectives. He knew that not all women were as lucky as my mother to have escaped, let alone have their attacker be penalized in such a way. He believed that women needed other kinds of protection, one that the government of Japan had completely banned.

So from thereon out he decided to transition his innocent little fishing business that has built up high trust with the local government into a fully-fledged gun dealer which still disguises itself as the former. It accomplishes this through over half of the hires being completely oblivious and carry on fishing and raking in massive amounts of fish while the trusted others are in the know and many help carry the various fireguns to Japan.

His reputation spread massively through testimonies from many women who've been arrested for using the guns they bought from him to defend themselves. People have traveled from places as far as Hokkaido, the Ryukyu Islands, South Korea, and even China to Tokonosu to buy from him. The police have found that he meets with his clients through at most two disguised men. While there are times when the police department carries out stings and attempts to ensnare the messengers, not a single one has said a single word to them. This loyalty means they'd rather resign themselves to prison than rat on their boss.

Dad also carries out hits on bastards who've violated women, on murderers, human traffickers, and on other criminals like them who've either evaded the law entirely, got their charges dropped due to a loophole in the system, or served their term and left prison. None of them are safe as they've all committed unforgivable acts. Some call him the Rapist's Boogeyman – Reipu-ma no Namahage in Japanese, so that's what he goes by in the underground and even on the official case file. My father evaded the police department for years and they've wanted nothing more than to try him for years for 'taking the law into his own hands'.

Alright that's all the dad lore you get, want more? Preorder the gold, or ultimate edition on sale for only $119.99 now! Anyways back to scheduled programming.

"You got it!" Facing the targets, I held the handle and felt its grip tape as I held it forward with both hands and aimed in towards the hanging fishys.

The iron sight seems to be normal. Then I checked the magazine and saw about 15 bullets in there. I held it back up and flicked the safety off, pulled the slide, cocking the hammer, aimed down the sight, and put my right finger on the trigger then pulled.

14 Bullets. It hit the target dead in its little dead, now blasted-off, head.

I pulled the trigger again.

13 Bullets. This time it hit the same fishy dead center and exploded the fuck out of it.

I turned to my dad, "This gun has no recoil so if someone were to try me-" Without even looking, I shot at the larger fish and hear a big boom - which by the way the gun made no noise at all because of the suppressor, it was the frozen fish exploding into bits and flying everywhere. Turning to look, I was delighted at the sight of fish parts coating the door, the ceiling, and the floor.

12 Bullets. I flicked the safety back on.

"Gyaha! Good shots, you're a natural, Kantaro! That's my boy!" Dad slapped my back, congratulating me. I gave him back my signature toothy grin.

BONK

"YOU CRAZY OLD HAG, I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING THAT TIME!" I turn to look at her and see fish guts dropping piece-by-piece from her infuriated demonic face with my dad doing his best 'GYAHAHA' in the background before consequently getting his own respective BONK too.

"Oh." I sweatdropped, wiping her face clean after placing the 1911 down on the nearby table and slid the other, larger and longer present to a more comfortable position for me to open it.

An all-black stainless steel self-defense bat was unveiled to my eyes. I lifted it up, and just from the grip of the handle, instantly I was attached to this thing. It was black and nonslip, meaning if I were to swing it the damned thing wouldn't ever slip out of my hands and I'd look like a fuckin badass with it at the same time.

Dad points to a Bob XL the other 'fishers' used that was against the wall behind me, telling me to try it out. Turning around almost instantly, as if charging an attack in an MMO, I slammed the bat right into the side of its head, sending it tumbling onto its side.

Imma bring these things to school- wait a minute you idiot, everyone's going to think you're a school shooter. Eh, I'll just hide the pistol and the bat's a bat. I'll just say that I have baseball practice afterschool. Yep, I have officially gone insane.

About to try the gun again, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and turned to face it. I thought I saw my Mother for a split second, but it was just my Aunt. "Now, Kanta, you remember the golden rule your father gave you when handling weapons, right?" She asked with a finger pointed up in a lecturing way.

"Of course, Auntie. Don't put your hand near your weapon unless you're intending to use it." I remembered the mantra I had always repeated in my mind whenever I entered any establishment at all with any sort of weapon – usually knives.

Yeah, like hell am I leaving this beauty anywhere besides with me, after all I might need to defend myself. As I foam at the mouth admiring the masterpiece that this gun is.

The rest of the day was fun, and it was splendid. We did the whole cake thing and blew out some candles. The next day? Let's just say; not as much.

The bat, strapped onto me, was placed snugly on my back, with my sleek all-black 1911 and three 15-round magazines stuffed deep inside my bag. Again, I was doing laps of walking up and down the stairs that Takashi wastes away on. Did Takagi really have to come here just to say that?

[A Couple of Minutes Ago]

Takashi muttered something under his breath as I continued my walk up the stairs for the third time.

"That's so stupid." A familiar voice causes the both of us to look up at who was coming down it. Saya.

"What do you want?" Takashi asked, his voice poisoned with gloom.

"Every time you have to face something you don't like, you always come to this stupid staircase. It's like your own little pity-" I then jumped in between both of them to stop her from finishing but masked it as appreciation for the bottle she gave me yesterday for my birthday, though I truly was and still am appreciative of it. Thank god that she left Takashi alone, this guy was dealing with way too much at the moment.

[Flashback End]

"Takashi." I stopped walking down on the level he was at. He simply nodded his head as if to tell me to continue.

"The past is the past, but you can make the future yours. You shouldn't look back to dickheads for approval in order to define yourself as a man. Heh, I remember when I was little I was on a trip to Russia and- What the fuck. Takashi look." I point at the school gates, which he gazes at and upon looking his eyes - as well as mine already - have locked onto a weirdo just repeatedly walking into the gate.

"Who's that? A trespasser?" Takashi rhetorically asked, and a few teachers - some notable ones being Ms. Hayashi and Mr. Teshima - were walking towards the gate.

"Teachers? And 4 of them, wouldn't anyone have run away at this point at the sight of them? This is more than a practical joke, just what the hell is that guy planning?" I asked no one in particular, and saw Mr. Teshima put his arm through the gate and gripped the guy's collar, probably trying to intimidate him.

"HA! Look at Teshima, trying to act all tough in front of—what the fuck!?" Teshima collapsed to the ground, blood spurting across the floor as he clutched his now-bloodied arm. The teachers, likely even more shocked than we were, staggered back in alarm. His yells were more than audible from where me and Takashi were, but soon he stopped. He just stopped. You'd be forgiven if you thought big manly Teshima was dead for good with the way he laid on the ground.

But the moment he twitched, the female teacher, Ms. Hayashi, stepped closer to the supposedly still-breathing Teshi— "What the fuck!" Myself and Takashi were taken aback at the sudden events; Teshima grabbed Hayashi by the collar and sunk his teeth in her, causing her to shout in pain and seconds later the same thing that happened to Teshima, happened to her.

Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit! No, just calm down. We need to get the fuck out of here, Kantaro. I put my bag down, pulled my black 1911 out, and looked it over - finding everything is as it should be. Looking up, I opened my mouth to say something to Takashi but it seems he already bolted.

My eyes widened as a thought came to my head. But the amount of students that'll be killed by those things Mr. Teshima and Ms. Hayashi turned into, Takashi, Saya. You have a gun, you can make a difference. Goddamnit, Kantaro, what has your father taught you? He risked the death penalty just for the sake of giving the weak a means to protect themselves! I took a few deep breaths as I ripped my sleeves off to wrap a makeshift holster to my belt and stuck my 1911 in there, letting it hang at my thigh.

Before I grabbed anything else, I noticed a bottle sticking out the side pocket of my backpack. To be specific, the bottle that Saya gave me. Well, it'd be disrespectful if I just left it here, especially after all the trouble she must've gone through to pick it out for me… YOU'RE FIDDLING YOUR THUMBS OVER A BOTTLE WHEN THE SCHOOLS ABOUT TO BE ATTACKED, GET OFF YOUR ASS.

Afterwards, I pulled my bat from my bag, stuffed the magazines into my pockets, and dashed away from the staircase, leaving my bag behind.

Not long after that at all, I arrived in a hallway not yet plagued by those walking corpses. Yep, that's what I'm calling them now, 'zombie' is too corny.

Having been sprinting in the hallway for some time, I notice a certain pink haired chick and a.. crawling chubby blob? "Saya! Come with– " What interrupted me was an announcement telling all students to evacuate and..

"HUAAA! HELP– HUAAAA! HUUAAAAAAGHHH!" That's the fucking principal now. That's him. Now dying and probably going to turn into a corpse. What followed was yelling and panic all around the school, which was all much more than audible.

"Hey glasses, get off your hands and knees, we're gonna be doing something called getting the fuck out of here." I held a hand out to him.

He seemed really familiar.. Where do I know this guy from? Oh well, that REALLY doesn't matter right now!

"Follow me." Saya took off running, followed by the chubby guy. I sighed and followed her, the bat resting on my shoulder. She's gonna be the death of me...

"Saya, do you actually know where we're going?" I asked, with a bit of an annoyed tone.

"Do you have a better idea?" Saya asked, looking over her shoulder at me as we ran.

"We could stay and go save as many students as we can." I answered, patrolling our surroundings with each step.

"That's useless. What do you think a bunch of useless idiots will do for us if we have to save them?" She asked as we arrived at a bridge between the two sides of the school and came to a stop.

"Look, you see them?" She pointed to a group of students knocking on the teachers faculty room. "Let's see if they can help themselves." We watched as the door opened and the kid in the front was knocked to the floor and chewed on by a single corpse while others came out and attacked the other shocked students.

"Do you think they would've been helpful, huh Kantaro?" She asked rhetorically in a snarky tone.

Shock and warm feelings filled me when she used my first name but it was slightly overwhelmed by the immeasurable rage amassing in my body, "We could've helped them! Goddamnit Saya, I'm taking the initiative from now on, no sarcastic rebuttals 'cause it's gonna cost our fucking lives." I angrily answered, causing her to protest, she made such a fuss that one of the corpses that were part of the students group began walking our way.

"You idiot, get behind me." I tightened the grip on my bat, and readied myself for it.

"Who do you think you are telling me what to do, and who are you calling an idiot?!" She protested, but still got behind me along with the chubby guy.

"Shut the fuck up already!" I shouted, swinging my bat down on the corpse's head, nearly flattening it while splattering blood on myself, the bat, the railing, and even some on Saya and Glasses. At the sound of a head being cracked open and a body hitting the floor on top of all that yelling, the feasting corpses left their dinner, got up, and began towards us.

"This is what happens when you're bitchy, Saya. We should start going unless we wanna be their seconds!" I knocked one of the leading corpses back into the others behind it with the tip of my bat, slowing them down somewhat, and started sprinting away to the other side of the school followed by the other two.

A/N: First rewrite complete, let me know what you think. I've changed some things like his name and his backstory and whatnot. Now shut up and wait another three years for me to get past the first chapter again