Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love Confessions at the Academy (Story) ❯ Spit Wads? RAPE?! ( Chapter 1 )

Wow, you guys really loved my drabble-thing. I got a whopping three reviews, so much for the ego boost. Ah, well, you guys get to suffer through more.

 

 

 

Well… I decided randomly to make that little teaser thing a full-blown story since I haven't written a full story in almost a year. I feel so lame ;( Some of the circumstances are a little different, (i.e. no cram school) but I'm going to try my best to go as in depth into this damn thing as is possible for me. So enjoy, and please review me… I need the self-esteem

 

 

 

This is rated M for Mature for those of you who are rating retarded, so it does contain mature themes not suitable for those of you who are uncomfortable with male on male related material or are under the tender age of 18.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love Confessions at the Academy Pt. 1

 

 

 

Nervousness was a feeling Ken was often plague with throughout his life; but today, he was too tired and bored to feel nervous. He was back a school… again. Today was the start of his junior year of high school… w00t? Sighing, he looked at his absolutely grotesque uniform, the maroon and sky blue looking back at him obnoxiously as he stared at himself through his smudged bathroom mirror.

 

 

 

“Blargh… I wanna die.” Ken's summer had sucked… Royally, immensely, awesomely sucked. He spent the entirety of it working, dealing with his drunkard manic depressive mother and being followed/stalked by his ex-girlfriend, Yuriko.

 

 

 

She had gone so far as to duck tape herself to his balcony's window when he refused to pick up her calls, throwing out her letters and disposing of the piles of melted, moldy chocolate she had somehow loaded into his garage and car. And she wondered why he preferred men… He massaged his forehead as he felt the impending migraine start to build. God, just thinking about her gave him a brain tumor.

 

 

 

Straightening his tie one last time, he sighed as he mentally prepared himself for the grueling and gloomy day ahead.

 

 

 

“KEN! WHERE THE FUCK'S THE COFFEE?”

 

 

 

A loud pounding the door punctuated his mother's bad mood. He swore lightly under his breath… His mom usually wasn't up by now, the hangover setting in about 9 a.m., well after he headed off to school.

 

 

 

“We don't have any mom, remember? You drank the last of it a week ago and I haven't been able go shopping yet.” It was true… Ken paid the bills, cooked, cleaned, and took care of things. It was quite a burden for someone Ken's age, but he found he didn't mind; He loved his mother and she had taken good care of him up until his dad died two years ago… Now it was his turn.

 

 

 

The banging on the door stopped when his mom finally realized Ken was right, the alcohol still fogging her mind as she walked away, muttering to herself about her useless bastard son.

 

 

 

Ken just rolled his eyes, used to his mom sour disposition as he looked himself over, walking out into the kitchen and grabbing his lunch and some toast his mother had randomly made sometime in the last five minutes. She had wondered off somewhere, probably back to bed he supposed.

 

 

 

Heading out the door, he yelled a goodbye and ran off to school, munching absent mindedly on his burnt piece of toasty-goodness.

 

 

 

 

 

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“Yo, Kenny boy! OVER HERE!” Ken grimaced as he spotted his best friend. Youhji was quite the flamboyant one this morning, as usual. Glowering to himself, the thought of death by strangulation of his school bag's straps passed through his head as his overly-excited best friend ran towards him, waving his and Ken's bright pink schedules erratically. The color they used to print these things got more annoying every year.

 

 

 

He had met Youhji back in his first year of Junior high. He remembered the day like no other, the memory still fresh in his mind. Ken hadn't been so well off then; going to a rich school on a soccer scholarship didn't really make him fit in well with the student body and they often gave him shit for it.

 

 

 

One day, when he was walking home from school, some of the upper classmen decided to show Ken just how much they thought of him. It was seven to one and Ken was losing badly. But Low and behold, appearing out of no where was Youhji, sunglasses and all. His now best friend had saved him from what was most likely to be a horrible beating. No one bothered him after that incident.

 

 

 

“I see someone got their dose of caffeine pills this mornin- ack.” He cringed as Youhji tackled him, throwing his arm around the smaller boy's neck. Landing a good blow to Youhji's stomach, he struggled beneath the older blonde, squirming until he threw his friend's useless meat bag of a body off of him.

 

 

 

“Wow, someone didn't… What crawled up your ass, Kenken?” Kicking the insufferable man one more time for good measure, he snatched his schedule from long grabby fingers, stepping on his friend as he walked over him to go sit down in the grass that lined their school's quad.

 

 

 

“This is what's up my ass, Youhji… AP Chemistry and English.” Youhji whistled, squirming up to the younger boy as he made himself comfortable beside his friend.

 

 

 

“Wow… Is this some kind of joke on you by the administration or are you really just that much of a masochist?” Grabbing Youhji's repulsively hot pink paper from him, he growled to himself and smacked his smirking friend on the head. “Your violent today too… Jesus, don't tell me some big black guy raped you on your way home from work, traumatizing the man I love forever and destroying your sense of self.”

 

 

 

“No- what the hell?…Where do you get this shit from, Yotan? Christ… “Ken's warm amber eyes twitched at the mental imagery. “When my teachers told me they where going to recommend a change in academic level, I thought they need my permission to do so… I can't handle all this shit plus work, are you kidding me? I might as well shoot my brain out and shove it up my ass now… Save my English teacher the trouble.” The taller man chuckled at Ken's absolutely mortified expression. Suddenly, the shorter boy paused as he mauled over his friend's schedule.

 

 

 

“How in the hell did you manage AP Chem.?” Youhji was by far the laziest person he had ever met. He didn't work, didn't do anything but eat, sleep, and hump things. The afore-mentioned pouted.

 

 

 

“Well, you know my ass… It's infinite and therefore I can pull anything out of it, including large black men. You don't think I'm smart enough to make it in AP? Aww… You make me so sad, Kenken, to think you have such a low opinion of me.” Ken snorted, shoving the blonde's class list back into his ever eager hands

 

 

 

“At least we have the same teacher, eh? Who is this… Fujimiya guy? I've never heard of him… He must be new.” `Hmm' slightly, Ken gently ran his thumb over the name. A new teacher? Where they really that desperate for student control? They hadn't hired anyone new in years, not seeming to notice the complete lack of competency of the current faculty.

 

 

 

“Yeah, great… I get to sit in the front of the class while you hurl spit wads at the back on my head… perfect…” Ken gently tapped his finger on his lip, thinking.

“This Fujimiya guy must be replacing that one teacher who got throat cancer or something…” Youhji snerked from his position sprawled out beside him.

 

 

 

“You know you love it… I know all about those weird fetishes of yours.” The taller boy smirked, staring at him mischievously through the dark lenses of his ever present sunglasses. Ken just hit him again, making sure to aim for the same spot.

 

 

 

“You really have to quit that… You don't want me to have an aneurysm or anything do you? I could sue, you know.” Youhji's puppy-dog eyes always freaked him out.

 

 

 

“YES! Do the world of favor… One less walking wheel-o-STD would do the female population of this school an immense favor.” Cackling evilly, Ken ran to his first class with an irate Youhji fast on his heels.

 

 

 

 

 

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The day was ticking by ever so slowly and it was driving Ken up a fucking wall. He was only to six period and he was ready to climb up the tallest staircase in the school and throw himself off of it. Then, he would laugh as they had a hard time trying to remove his brains from the concrete… and would therefore you Coca-Cola to do the job, giving a shameless plugs to all of Cooperate America.

 

 

 

If your product can dissolve human remains, place add here.

 

 

 

Here, of course, being Ken's forehead.

 

 

 

The only thing he had left to look forward to was sitting in a desk at the front of the classroom in his next hour class. The one he had with Youhji… Great… AP plus Youhji equaled a violent death in his mind and he was not looking forward to a down fall involving spit-soaked wads of paper and embarrassing notes accidentally left where a teacher could see. Some friend Youhji was.

 

 

 

He recalled one time he had Youhji in the same class with him… Math? He couldn't remember…What he did remember though was the steroid infested and slightly hairy bitch of a teacher he had though… Not fun. And he failed that class, go fig.

 

 

 

Youhji just made it worse, writing a note to him randomly about how he heard she was a lesbian who had caught syphilis from a hooker in Portugal. Honestly, how the hell did he come up with this shit?

 

 

 

Anyway, he thought it be funny if he tossed it into the middle of the classroom, missing Ken by a good six feet and landing it squarely in front of his previously mentioned teacher.

 

 

 

Youhji got a referral, he got detention for two weeks… How, he did not know. He gave Youhji a good ass kicking though, which made it all better in his mind and he stared at the big red F on his report card.

 

 

 

The doorway to his chem. Class seemed to give off an exceedingly evil aura and he cringed, resisting to the urge to cower in the corner as he forced himself to walk through the door just as the bell rang.

 

 

 

“Hello class… My name is Ran Fujimiya and I will be your new Chemistry teacher…”

 

 

 

 

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