Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Battle of the Bad Boys ❯ II ( Chapter 2 )

Battle of the Bad Boys
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Mischievous red-heads, Stoic blondes, Temperamental brunettes and raging hormones. Cram the former into a strict school, add some sodomy and you’ve got an orgy of rainbow-humping fairy’s trying to be bad-asses. High School’s never looked so good.
Read best in 3/4th or ½ width.
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:Gang Members:
Sora : Axel, Leon, Seifer, Sephiroth, Sora
Riku: Tidus, Wakka, Cloud, Roxas, Riku
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Riku’s breath slightly hitched as his eyes became reacquainted with those blue ones, the owner being his current source of infatuation. He lightly elbowed Cloud in the ribs, gesturing to the male’s that were getting the run down. Cloud snarled in recognition of his enemy, his eyes entirely focused on Sephiroth’s form.
“You,” he hissed venomously as he started forward, only making it a couple of steps before strong hands grabbed his forearms and shoulders, restraining him from his initial goal of annhilation. Sephiroth sneered as he crossed his arms over his chest, his booted feet bracing themselves as he stared Cloud down, daring him to come any closer.
“We won’t be having any of that,” came the deep booming voice of one of the administrators. Cloud growled and attempted to whip around, fighting the hands off him but they held steadfast. He suddenly found his head yanked back as one of those large hands tangled in his hair forcing his face up.
“You think this attitude of yours will get you somewhere, but here we’re more into hands on learning and I assure you that you’ll see it our way quick,” stated the man maliciously as his fingers pulled harder until Cloud‘s eyes slightly tensed in pain.
“Get the fuck off him,” snarled Axel as he strode forward to enforce his command with brute force but he quickly found himself starting backwards as a meaty fist came out of nowhere and slammed into his jaw.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?“ exclaimed Seifer, his hands clenching into fists. No, he wasn’t protecting the enemy, he was merely thinking of the unspoken code of conduct. Adults in the school system were in no circumstances allowed to be physical with a student, here however, they were manhandling them already.
“What? Are you going to try and sue us for physically enforcing discipline? Who would listen to a bunch of nobody’s like yourselves? Everyone else has given up on you, they failed setting you straight. But this time, you’re not going to be so lucky,” replied the man with a smirk.
“You just can’t do that,” said Sora indignantly, throwing his hands out in front of him as he started forward to enunciate his point.
“Hn. Watch us. Everyone listen up,” he yelled as he snapped his fingers, beckoning a female forward from behind the main office desk who carried a bundle of papers in her hands. He whipped the papers out of her hands and sent her back to her station, sifting through the papers without care.
“These are going to be your schedules, but you don’t need to worry about having them today really. Each of you will have a….mentor if you will. They know everything about the ones their assigned too. They know your personal information, they know your quirks, your personalites, what sets you off and what your weapon of choice is. So don’t try anything because they will be one step ahead of you and you won’t be able to get anything past them. Each of them knows your schedule so there will be no reason to be late for your classes as you are obviously not allowed to leave their sides,” he stated as he walked among each of the males, handing each of them a paper. On each crème colored sheet was a headshot, their personal information via Social Security, age, height, grade etc, and their schedule. Once everyone had gotten a sheet, the man looked at his watch with a cruel smirk on his face.
“My name is Xemnas, Head of this fine establishment, Administration and Security. You don’t and will never get to know me, but I will get to know each and everyone of you more than your pathetic excuse’s of parent’s do. Class starts in 15 minutes, welcome to your own personal Hell.”
And with that he turned and strode away, his fingers snapping to command the mentors to go to their personal assignment.
“Yeah, fuck you too asshole,” Axel yelled after him, gaining him a punch to the stomach from a man who had stepped up to him.
“You better watch your mouth pretty boy,” he stated spitefully before he turned and walked back to join the line of mentors.
“Get in a single file line now. I don’t care who the hell you’re friends with and I don’t care if each of you are mortal enemies just do it. Shoulder to shoulder,” a man commanded, his eyes boring into everyones. He looked down at the clipboard in his hand, not needing to see to know that no one was moving.
“Hurry the fuck up, we don’t have all fucking day,” he snapped at the males that just stared at him defiantly. Slowly, the line was made up, males jarring into another as they sneered and roughed each other up.
“Leon, step forward,” and once Leon complied he continued, “You are assigned to Xigbar, the free shooter. Since you wield the Gunblade so intricately. I thought it’d be rather convenient to pair you with an expert sniper.”
He nodded his head as the cloaked man strode forward and pushed Leon forward rather harshly in the direction of his first class. Leon whipped around and punched the man in the stomach, but in return earned an elbow to the cheek and a knee to his stomach that made him stumble back. His mentor quickly grabbed his forearm and whipped him around, proceeding to act like nothing had happened. Everyone watched the exchange in anger and slight anticipation, now seeing the severity of the situation. Xemnas cleared his throat, simply ignoring the gestures and then spoke once more.
“Sora,” he said, continuing on when Sora hesitated, but stepped forward, “You’re assigned to Zexion, the cloaked schemer. I’ve heard you’re good at disappearing and manipulating the inevitable, but with Zexion’s mastery at Illusions, I’m sure you’ll have fun trying to outsmart him,” he said as another of the cloaked figures stepped forward and led Sora away, who went rather willingly because his logical side knew struggling would be futile at the moment.
“Axel. You’re assigned to Demyx, Melodious Nocturne. Your fire will be useless against his water. How Ironic.” The man looked at his watch and cursed, noting the shortage of time. He looked at the clipboard and simply listed the rest of them rather quickly.
“Sephiroth, Lexaeus. Tidus, Luxord. Wakka, Xaldin. Riku, Vexion. Cloud, Zack. Seifer, Saix. Roxas, Marluxia.”
As soon as everyone had been taken care of and had been led away to their classes, the man smirked and walked to the front doors punching in a code to the security system that protected every crevice, window, door and perimeter. If one was breached, alarms would sound and each way of escape would have a sheet of metal slammed down making it impenetrable, let‘s just hope the kid‘s kept their fingers inside the ride at all times. A small chuckle escaped his lips before he turned and walked off, whistling the New World Symphony.
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Each male had four classes a day, each being two hours long. The variety of classes consisted of science, foreign language, literature, history and mathematics. All classes were AP and differentiated so they’d all have their work cut out for them. Sephiroth, Cloud, Leon, Cloud and Wakka were repeating seniors, meaning that they failed out of school and had to retake their senior year while everyone else were simply seniors.
When Leon got to his classroom he inwardly groaned. The desks were arranged in a single row of 12, which would mean that each person would be shoulder to shoulder. His eyes swept over the other males already seated with their mentors standing about 3 feet behind them, shoulder to shoulder. Leon felt himself being pushed towards the 9th seat, that being at the left side of the room.
He was guided to his chair, his anger at being controlled made him shrug off the heavy hand that was on his shoulder. The said hand shoved him forward, making him collide with the desk that he was supposed to sit in. He cocked his head and scowled at his mentor and then maneuvered himself into the narrow space that was between his desk and the next before sitting down.
Leon’s face melted into a stoic façade as he stared straight ahead, that was until someone brushed against him to take the empty seat next to him. The small touch made him practically snarl in annoyance, there was nothing more aggravating to him than to be touched by a stranger. He turned and meant to give the male an earful but the male’s appearance made him pause. The male looked like a tempest, his eyes a deep red and his hair black as obsidian. Leon noticed the scrape against the males high cheekbone, it looking like it was made from a ring. He arched an eyebrow at the contrast of crimson against the pale skin, he looked like a regular Goth.
“They got you too huh?” he said moments later to the male, his voice deep and collected.
“Hn. They literally had to drag me from my apartment. And I sure as hell didn’t make it easy for them. I’m Vincent,” he retorted, his voice smooth with an underlying huskiness.
Leon nodded to acknowledge what he said, “ Leon “, he replied, not able to continue by the loud wail that rang out, signaling that class had just begun.
Leon opened his mouth to continue but he immediently was silenced by the quick snap of a leather strip that whipped his shoulder. He grimaced but didn’t show any reaction other than clenching his teeth so hard that a tick appeared on the skin of his jaw, only relaxing when Vincent nudged his shoulder.
An opening of a door signaled the entrance of a female walking into the room, and by the looks of her she looked like she had just walked off the set of a hardcore bondage porno.
Leon arched a brow as he fixed a hard gaze upon her, watching her as she scrutinized each male down the line, her face set in a harsh fashion.
“My name is Paine, and my name pretty much represents everything I stand for. I won’t take your shit, and I bet that by the time class is over a couple of you will leave bleeding and or crying. I am not afraid to beat the fuck out of you, nor will I tolerate any insolence from any of you. I can almost guartentee that I will hate you more then you will hate me so don’t even bother trying to sweet talk me or try and make friends. This is AP English, so shut the fuck up and listen,” she sneered rather spitefully as she picked from her desk book by book, throwing the 600 page textbooks at each individual, successfully nailing a few in the face.
“Be a little bitch and I’ll beat the shit out of you until you suck it up. So. Let’s begin.”
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“Ich bin Tifa. Dieses ist deutsch. Lassen Sie uns anfangen.“
Wide blue eyes stared at the strange woman standing in front of the room like she had sprouted a dick from her forehead. Sora snapped out of his stupor only to look over to Axel who was giving the female the same look.
“The fuck did you just say?” vocalized Axel who then got his mentor stepping forward from his line only to punch him in the back of the head causing him to face-plant his desk.
“Shut the fuck up and listen,” hissed Demyx before stepping back.
Axel peeled his face from the desk and raised his hand to flip Demyx off but instead received a punch in the face from the woman who appeared at the front of his desk so quick he was shocked into speechlessness.
“Respect your elders, you little shit,” she snapped before tilting her head from side to side to pop her neck. She sighed before cracking her fingers and continuing on with her speech. Sora shook his head and then observed the female. She was wearing all black, her attire being rather simple in nature.
Black gloves covered her hands from view, but her arms were left bare by the black, sleeve-less top that was accompanied by a straight skirt that ended halfway down her calves, right above her combat boot contained feet. And when she moved, flesh teased through the sides to reveal black short shorts as there were two slits in the skirt that ran up the side and ended mid thigh.
Hn, she was dressed like some kind of fighter, or so her clothing was built like so for optimum movement. Axel and Sora both simply tuned her out as they both thought back to the way that they both been assaulted, which was more than they had been in their entire lives, in just a few hours. It was during school nonetheless, and the fact that it was by teachers was fucking crazy.
Sora nervously twitched, just waiting for a gun to be held to his temple as he was commanded to recite the whole freaking pledge of alleigance.
Pffft. Who knew that by heart anyway?
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Axel snapped out of his stupor when two books were slammed onto his desk, one being a 400 page textbook and the other being a thousand some page German to English dictionary.
Oh joy.
He was gonna have fun luggin those bitches around.
Axel sighed and rubbed his swelling forehead and fixated his gaze upon the clock, 23 minutes had passed.
“Oh, fuck me sidewa- ,” he exclaimed, not even being able to finish his sentence before his face once again became one with the desk, only this time he didn’t even bother removing it. It was going to be a long fucking day.
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“ERRRRRRRRRAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG!”.
Cloud nearly shit himself as the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day. He looked down and dully noted the puddle of drool that was slowly sliding down the desk.
It’s destination? His lap.
He uncoordinatedly shook his head to clear the sleep and then proceeded to realize that he was free to go.
“Fuck youuuuuuuuu!” he yelled overdramatically as he scrambled from his desk and out the door of his Biochemistry room.
“Watch your fucking mouth!“ he heard a high-pitched voice shriek before he literally had to dive onto the floor as a Shruiken was thrown at his head.
“Make me!” he yelled back as he picked him self up from the floor and bolted towards the main doors. He passed crowds of people and Sephiroth, who, of course, was calmly waking towards the doors with his usually defiant arrogance.
“Watch out for the fuckin she-ninja of death! She likes to smite little children and shank kittens with her ninja throwing stars of doom,” yelled Cloud as he yet again had to duck another one.
Sephiroth just gave Cloud a deadpan look before he bent, slid his fingers into the back of Cloud’s pants and drug him out with him by his belt.
When he finally fought through the crowd to get out of the doors, he dropped Cloud on the ground and proceeded onwards to his home.
“Fuckin prick,” he heard Cloud mutter, but decided to be nice and simply ignore him instead of going all doom and gloom on his ass. He did however raise his arm and flip him off over his shoulder.
Hn.
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The gang was currently sandwiched into a large circular booth in the corner of a rundown BK, waiting for Riku to get there. During the wait, they had already preordered their food, that being 20 dollar menu Whopper Jr’s.
Roxas swore that when he placed the order, he saw the sandwich maker get a nosebleed from the sheer number.
Finally, the silver haired teen walked into the burger joint and squeezed himself into the already over-cramped booth earning a few glares which quickly turned into nervous smiles and over zealous hello‘s at his unfriendly deadpan.
“So everyone, how was your day?” asked Roxas, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, the smile was comical because it was paired with a giant hand-shaped bruise that marred his baby smooth skin, making the entire gesture look idiotic. Cloud scowled and rubbed his shoulder, the skin teasing through the large slash in his shirt which suspiciously looked like it was made with a Japanese throwing star.
Fucking cunt.
“Why the sad faces lovelies?” he teased even further, leaning forward only to jab a finger into the bruise in the center of Tidus’s forehead.
“Ouch! Man, fuck yo couch nig-,” Tidus started only to be blatantly shoved off the edge of the booth and onto the bug infested floor.
A few tables away there be a couple of black guys smashing on a couple of Whoppers and the bigger of the two paused and narrowed his eyes.
“Shit, I think he’s onto you,” murmured Wakka out of the corner of his mouth, conjuring up a large, fake smile. Roxas turned and flashed the Westside gang symbol causing the black guy to roll his eyes and continue eating but didn’t do so before leaning a little to the left, making it beautifully obvious that he was indeed strapping.
“Fuck, look what you did,” hissed Cloud to a very agitated Tidus who had stood up already and was currently brushing himself off.
“What the fuck was I supposed to do when cocksucker over there fucking poked my bruise?“ he exclaimed, sidling back into his seat.
“Oh I don’t know? Maybe grow some fucking balls?! It was only a fucking bruise you pussy!” Roxas retorted before walking up to the counter where their number had been called.
Riku just shook his head and proceeded to drown himself in grease and salt.
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Raucous yelling and jeers were prominent in the poorly lit apartment hallway as everyone made their way to Axel’s shitty apartment. As soon as everyone had thrown themselves into comfortable seats a huge relieved sigh left the group as a mass.
“Man, I can’t believe that I got the shit beat out of me by a short chick,” muttered Axel as he fingered his split lower lip.
“God I know, that Tifa bitch is fucking insane although I heard that she isn’t as bad as Paine or Yuffie,” Sora added, a pitiful groan leaving his lips as he slowly shifted his body on the futon.
“Leonnnnnnnnn, give me a massage,” whimpered Axel as he rolled off the couch and onto the floor.
“Pleassssssssssssssssssssssssssssse,” he added pathetically as he settled on his stomach.
“Fuck you, I’m not your bitch,” spat Leon who looked less banged up then the rest of them.
“Well no…“ he started, “but you can do it out of the kindness of whatever part of your heart that’s not frozen,” he pleaded.
Leon sighed, then walked over to Axel and plopped down on Axel’s ass, his knee’s straddling his hips.
An overly exaggerated ‘Yay’ left Axel’s mouth as he wiggled to get comfortable.
Leon slowly started to work the tense muscles in Axel’s shoulders, back and neck earning several moans and “Yes‘s” of approval from Axel.
Sephiroth arched a fine eyebrow before snorting, “Axel, you’re not currently getting fucked up the ass. We all get the point that you like getting off when a hot guy is straddling you but that’s not the point so shut the fuck up,“ he stated calmly before walking into the kitchen and helping himself to a glass of Apple Pucker.
Ha. Green Apple.
“I am in dire need of nicotine,” stated Sora with an exasperated look on his face at Axel‘s stupidity, the lovely word Nicotine sparking everyone’s interest.
“I concur,” muttered Leon as he pulled himself up and off Axel who had to bite back a protest at the promise of death that the look on Leon’s face broadcasted to him.
Everyone piled out onto Axels balcony, but if they had it their way they would simply smoke inside.
I mean, what were the chances that someone who lived in the apartments had allergies to smoke?
It was probably some gnome looking grandma who had like 11 cats. And the papers that they contained the nicotine now had chemicals on them that ceased the burning after a while of not taking a hit. It was obviously meant for drunk bastards that had bad habits of falling asleep with a cigarette in their mouth. Yes, yes, let’s spare those morons because they’re not intelligent enough to remember that they’re smoking.
A few moments later, everyone had lit up a smoke and lounged on the numerous chairs spread out on the balcony. Tendrils of smoke wisped about the air, the gray smoke sometimes being manipulated into circles. Hn.
Someone obviously gave great head.
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I dully note that I am not
:Racist
:trying to sound like an insensitive bitch to the people who have died by a cigarette setting their house on fire while they fell asleep drunk. I’ve known people that that’s happened to and I still do feel sad when I think about that horrid turn of events, but I’m just writing, and it’s meant to be humorous, not a personal stab in general.
:carrying out a plot at the moment. I’m kind of just going with the flow at the moment since I’m feeling a bit of a writer’s block.
So review and leave suggestions, yeah?
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To: Amaya Mina Hikari, M GrayBlackbird, Dark Devotions, and Uzumakifan945. I corrected my rp-syle of writing. It’s habit if you spend months writing in that format and then sit down to actually write properly :x
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Thanks to: DanteMoon, Kayrii, Twilight key of yaoiness, BP, Lover’s Medium, Hiruka654, Kondha, Erokh, Hermaphrodite, XoX.Grace.Of.Darkness.XoX, Tysonkaiexperiment, JessiJinx, Obsidian Thunder and S.RAYN for your lovely reviews :3