Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Interesting Encounter ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Serena1985

Chapter One

Akira reached out grabbing the man who had just opened the curtain and jerked him quickly inside the small stall with him. Using his strength he covered the man’s mouth and held him close to his body while holding a choking arm over his throat. The man flailed around trying to get Akira off of him while he was being choked into unconsciousness. As the others kept moving curtains aside and working around them Akira worked hard to control his breathing while the man in his arms slowly went limp. Once he was sure the man was down but not dead he laid him on the floor of the shower stall and stuck his head out. Seeing the coast clear he stepped out of the shower and opened up the locker across from it very slowly so as not to make a sound. Just as he’d finished putting on his boxers however a man at least four taller than him walked around the corner, smiling when he spotted him. The man advanced slowly on him, calling out to his friends as he did so that soon Akira knew he was surrounded and the only way out was either get beat up or beat them up. Akira looked at the men nervously as they crowded close; two blocking the path to the door, one blocking the other path. A tall man stood beside the shower where their other friend still lay in the small stall unconscious with Akira’s things scattered off to the side of him.
“Very clever,” said the tall man looking first at the still form of his friend and then at Akira. The man had slender but heavily muscled body that worried Akira more than he could say, his skin was a shade lighter than his and he was clearly Japanese just like him though he was sure he had him by a few years in age. Akira avoided the man’s jet black eyes framed with matching lashes, instead watching the tail of hair that fell past his shoulders and was in a tight french braid down the middle of his head. “Do you think its wise to be ignoring me?” The man asked drawing Akira’s attention back to his face. The younger man looked at the older one with eyes so rage-filled they were more violet than blue. The look that flitted across the older man’s face for a moment however had Akira’s anger draining away into puzzlement.
“Look he started it,” Akira began as the man continued looking down at him, “I came in here to take a shower and then go to bed. You guys are always fuckin’ hassling me so why don’t you just lay off. It’s not like its my fault I have a girly face and I don’t cut my hair because my mom asked me not to.” The older man blinked at him confused before he began laughing uproariously and his friends joined in. “What the hell’s so damn funny?” Akira demanded.
“I think you have made a mistake,” the tall man said through peals of laughter.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Akira demanded. The older man held his hands up still smiling so much that it reached all the way up to his eyes.
“Calm down,” the man said, “first off I’d like to say we’re sorry we scared you and we don’t mean you any harm.” Akira looked at him still suspicious but he nodded slowly.
“So then what do you want?” He asked more calmly shivering as his wet hair slid around his legs.
“We’re part of the JV martial arts division in our school,” the man said shrugging. “You’re part of the Freshman/Sophomore division right?”
“Yeah,” Akira said shrugging. “So what, what’s this got to do with me being hassled while taking a shower?”
“Well I need some tutoring,” the older man said, “would have asked you sooner but you’d already left for your concert by the time we stopped by. Nice violin playing by the way.” Akira blushed shrugging.
“Thanks,” he said shrugging again before he turned looking at the man still sprawled on the floor who began to stir slightly. “Sorry about your friend,” he said motioning to the guy who was finally coming around and coughing roughly while grabbing his bruised throat. “Tell him not to talk for a few days,” he said as an after thought. The guy behind him moved forward and knelt to help his coughing friend into a sitting position. Akira was sure the guy was going to be pissed as hell but he just smiled as his friend helped him to his feet.
“Great choke hold,” the guy said raspily before he stopped talking. Akira knew it must have hurt like hell to get the words out and he sighed looking up at the older man who’d made the request. “What’s your name anyway?”
“It’s Myoji, Ichiro” the man said bowing formally to Akira in a traditional Japanese style.
“I’m Takahashi, Akira” said the younger man bowing in return. After they stood Akira sighed shaking his head as he smiled.
“What’s funny,” Ichiro said frowning.
“Just thinking that you went through a lot of trouble for a little tutoring, “he said chuckling softly.
“Yes well slipping grades means I can’t compete in the upcoming tournament,” the older man said as his frown deepened. “So can you help me?”
“When’s the next tournament and what do you need help in?” Akira asked as he moved away from the men to turn his shower back on and let the water warm up.
“It’s in two months and I need help in science,” Ichiro said laughing softly in a self-derisive way.
“What kind if science are you taking?” Akira continued as he adjusted the water to his liking and stepped in closing the curtain behind him. He bent grabbing the shampoo and lathering up his hair while he listened to the man outside the stall.
“Can you hear me in there?” The man asked curiously.
“Yeah every word,” Akira assured him. “Now what kind of science are you taking?” When the man mumbled his answer Akira frowned moving closer to the curtain while still attacking his hair with the soap. “What was that?” He asked confused as he fought to keep soap out of his eyes. When the man mumbled again Akira sighed and twitched the curtain aside enough to stick his head out. He regarded the man through one eye as he squeezed the other shut against the soap that poured down from the top of his face. Akira realized briefly that they were alone but shrugged it off and repeated his question once more.
“Why does your mom make you keep your hair so long if she knows how hard it is to maintain it?” Ichiro asked evading the question.
“Because my father’s hair is long as are my two older twin brothers,” Akira said grinning, “now the class.”
“It’s advanced anatomy,” Ichiro finally answered blushing furiously.
“I see,” Akira said as he ducked back in to the shower to rinse the soap out of his hair. “He lathered conditioner heavily in his hair plastering it on top of his head as he carefully bent to retrieve his towel and soap. “Don’t feel bad,” Akira said as he opened up the body wash and a thick woodsy and very masculine scent filled the steamy air while he poured it on the towel.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Ichiro demanded before a bang let Akira know the older man had punched a locker door.
“Because,” he said as he rinsed off his soap drenched body and lathered himself up again, “Mrs. Rullsvien chooses the hardest, most uninformative book she can find, assigns backbreaking homework loads, and undeniably sadistic tests. I myself barely scraped by with an A-.” Akira rinsed off again and reached down for his toothbrush in its protective case and his toothpaste. He brushed his teeth thoroughly while he talked through the mouthful of foam. “Someone actually tried to complain about the book she chose but when the dean asked what he was doing in an advanced class if he couldn’t handle it the guy let it go.” He rinsed his mouth out before applying fresh toothpaste to the brush and attacked his teeth once more. “Normally I’d agree with the dean because that’s a very true statement. But what that lady does is harsh she’d break down anyone’s pride,” Akira said as he rinsed his mouth out again and put the now capped toothbrush and toothpaste back on the floor. He began rinsing out his hair as he listened to Ichiro agree with him.
“Damn right she does,” he muttered, “and she does it all with a bright cheerful smile that would make even an angel sick.” Akira laughed brightly as he finished up his hair and turned grabbing his soap to wash his face.
“Don’t worry I’ll help you,” Akira said in a half muffled and garbled voice as he rinsed the soap off his face.
“Say what?” Ichiro asked laughing softly. Turning off the water Akira gathered up all his things and twitched the curtain aside before answering.
“I said I’d help you,” he said with a cheerful smile, waiting for Ichiro to move to the side so that he could open his locker. Putting the wet items on top of the dirty clothes Akira grabbed his towel careful not to drop his stuff that had lain on top of it before using it to quickly dry off. Using the still wet scrunchie he tied his hair in a loop before warping the towel around it and securing it to his head. “If we work really hard for the whole school year, not just before the tournament I think I can get you an A+. That should burn her up really good,” Akira said with a mischievous grin as he grabbed some deodorant and applied it to smooth, hairless underarms.
“You shave your underarms?” Ichiro asked curiously.
“No,” Akira answered him as he grabbed some boxers and put them on before pulling on his drawstring sweat pants. “They’ve always been like that,” he said shrugging as tied the drawstring in place and pulled on the matching top that was clearly two to three sizes too big for him like the pants. After he’d gathered his stuff together he flipped through his key ring and found the one for his dorm smiling at Ichiro.
“I’ve never seen a man with no hair under his arms,” Ichiro said.
“The only two places I have hair are my head and down below’” Akira said laughing, “its like I’m a doll except I got real working parts and a mind to think for myself. Anyway what time you comin’ by tomorrow to get started?”
“It’s kinda cool and kinda weird at the same time,” Ichiro said running a hand over Akira’s arm curiously before letting it fall back to his side while he shrugged at the question.
“Up to you,” he said grinning, “just help me pass before I lose my chance at my medical licence.”
“You’re studying to be a doctor? That’s cool,” Akira exclaimed as he and Ichiro walked out of the shower room and back up the hallway. “Well look come by tomorrow at ten pm,” he said shrugging, “I know it’s late but after tomorrow we get a holiday so there’ll be better times I promise. But for now I have violin and karate practice and I know you have karate practice too.”
“Sounds cool,” Ichiro said nodding as they reached Akira’s door, “and two weeks should be plenty to get me through the exam she’s giving our first day back.” See ya tomorrow Takahashi-Kun.”
“You too Myoji-Kun,” Akira said before going into his dorm and putting his things away neatly. After his room was clean and the plaster from the wall vacuumed up Akira yanked the towel off his head causing his hair to fall down his back while he tossed it in the dirty clothes. Ignoring the still damp hair he fell into his bed and drifted immediately to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.