Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The other me ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

The other me
Author: Nekocin
Email: animecrush@sr.net
Type: AU
Genres: Humor, General
Pairing: RanKen -_-'
Warning: Shounen-ai/yaoi, crossdressing, OOC, some bastardization.
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They never did. Only the fanfic.

1) x_x I've read too much RanKen fics. So they just attached themselves on to my brains! So... I'll let them out! Ignore the weirdness. Told from Ken's POV if no one had figured it out.

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Prologue

Has anyone hated being me? No, I guess not because no one is perfect. As for me... I really hate being me. I mean I've a lot of me's, but I do hate one of the me's. That me is the part where my family comes in.

One big happy family in public, but one terrible narrow-minded family on the inside. Have I ever told you I hate them? I mean my whole family are working like puppets under my father's management, just because he's the richest guy in the family.

They can do anything if he just promises them a prize: money for the main part. HA! I like to spit on either of their feet now! Damn those money grabbers! It's not that they're THAT poor or anything. They can't stop talking or thinking about money.
Sheesh! Like I said... damn narrow -minded family. All they can think is about their own lives!

How the heck did I end up in their blood line?
Especially my father's heir. I wonder if I was born different because why do I feel like an outcast in my family?
My mother died after I was born... well, that's what I've heard.

My cousins are jerks and bitches! They slime on to me just to get on my good side. Oh, yuck! They gave me the impression of leaches! Ewww...

Anyways... you might be wondering why I hate them besides the fact that they're slimy and greedy.

Just remember when one get to learn about a lot of stuff, one can 'feel' their thoughts. Thoughts that can run faster than realization and attitudes.

I went doing a research one day. I always wondered what kind of work my father did and where the money had come from. Wouldn't you be curious if your father had never mentioned what kind of work he was doing?

Well, another side of me is sneaky. I guess that's why I never got caught afterwards. Back to the serious business.

My father is... let's just say the bad guy. He's a drugs dealer, a rapist, a big liar, a corrupter and more bad titles I never bothered reading. They're just as bad as any other I guess.

And what's worst is that I'm living under the roof of a bad dude. So where's the justice? I believe in justice when someone need one. And I need one desperately.

On option is to contact the police, but chances aren't that easy. One side I can get caught and killed by my family. The other side is that the police can take me in their custody, thinking I've also worked alongside with them. Even if I tell them the truth they'll not listen to a "reckless teenager" like me. And it's not fair that I get to be accused too. So my last option will be... escaping and hiding.

You might think it's cowardice, but it's the only thing I can think of. If you have a better idea, please be my guest. Go do justice and get yourself into trouble or even killed. Not everyone want to die so soon, well, especially when I've no desire to die as of yet. I know there's a bright future ahead of me, but I've to clash against this family clan thing.

So there I was, clinging against my bedroom balcony just to get into the nearest tree. I've tried to be stealthy and quiet when I got into the tree. My heart was thumping hard inside my chest. Fear crept through my spine, but the rush of adrenaline was... exciting!

The other me, the part where I'm quite sneaky, is back on the job. Being the heir of a bad dude can sometimes be helpful. I'm glad my family had let me take some martial arts lessons. It's tradition that the males should learn how to fight. In the old times it was always the male that protected his wife and children from danger. I guess my family still thought we're in those war periods.

I jumped down from the tree and quietly made my way to the West wall, my only obstacle to get out of here. My lungs were burning as I heaved heavily. The night air was already cold enough to bite my skin off, but seriously... it just only made the rush tempting.

I looked over my shoulder, hoping that no one had seen me and planted myself against the wall. Security cameras, you know? I had to take out my catapult and fling some rocks at them just to shut the systems down. I guess I was kind of playing with my own life, because the security might alarm the house.

I quickly clawed my way on to the wall and jumped down to the ground. My knees gave away as I rolled myself back into the shadows. I don't want to be mistaken for a thief, okay?

I ran =down the street, around a corner while I shouldered my bag impatiently. I ran as if I'd never ran before. The rush became comforting as I made my way to the nearest train station.

"One ticket to XXX, please" I breathed out and slammed my money on the counter. My hear must be sticking out everywhere, because the ticket-seller stared at me with opened mouth.

"Come on... I've got to go to college there!" I panted out. I tried not to break the ticket-house, the poor guy didn't do anything nasty to me. He just nodded numbly and passed me a ticket.

Woohoo!! Good bye 'home of the bad guys'! If we see each other again you might not even recognize me! So I might as well enjoy being me for a few hours before dawn.

I kissed my ticket with a big smile and ran to one of the trains. The rush of the cold night air had ceased, but the rush of adrenaline was getting more noticeable. I dropped down to one of the seats and grinned goofily at the occupant sitting next to me.

The old man frowned and shook his head. "Wilde teenagers there days" he'd muttered and laid his chin on his chest to sleep.
Well, what do you know? Grandpa just called me a wild teenager! It's much better than a reckless teenager in my opinion.

I hugged my bad in a comforting embrace and closed my eyes. It's better if I sleep during the ride. I'm off to another city.
Where am I going to stay, you say? Well, a college where else?

People will get suspicious if you're not at school They might want to pry into your family and past so I kind of signed myself into one of the most unsuspicious schools.
Don't laugh, okay? I know once you get to know where I'm hiding you'll burst into laughter. That's why I'm warning you right now. I'll kick you in the face once you squeak out one giggle. It's the only unsuspicious way I can think of.

Anyways... after I graduate I think I'll just find my own apartment and do some real, but fair work just to pay for my every day meal. Aa... I got my life planned and I hope nothing will come in my way.

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"Hidaka Toki" (1)

I nodded automatically as if it was very familiar. Recognize me? No, right? Or maybe 'yes'? I already warned you not to laugh when I'm telling you where I'll be hiding. one hint... I'm crossdressing.

Yeah... I'll be shaving my legs smoothly, wearing those fake boobs, wearing make-up and dress up as a girl. Stop laughing! I can hear you from over here! Want me to kick you in the face now?! I wish I could, but I'm in the middle of a conversation with the principal.

"Here's your schedule, miss Hidaka. if you have any questions just ask your fellow-students or our teachers"

"Thank you, sir" I said politely, trying not to sound like a boy. Hey! I've tried using the falsetto side of mine, but I guess it just doesn't suit me. Maybe I'll have to think of a distraction or something like I'm hoarse and such.

I walked out of the office with a stiffened back. Damn, these shoes are so uncomfortable! Next time I'll wear sneakers! I pity those who just 'love' to wear these 'stuff' just to get the guys' attention.

Remember what I told you that once my family had found me, they wouldn't recognize me? This is my plan. If I'm a girl they won't even come looking for me. I mean they might think "How can the heir change into the heiress?" Laugh out loud if you want. I guess I've been watching too much "Ranma 1/2".

As I got out of the office, I picked up my shoes. I walked bare-footed back to the girls' dormitories. I can feel eyes burning at my back. They must be thinking that I'm a strange girl. I guess they're right.

As for my roommate? I don't have one yet or should I say she hasn't come back yet?
I've heard she just got admitted into a hospital. She'd some major accident or some sort. The poor girl. I hope she's going to be fine. But anyways... fortunately for her, her innocent eyes don't have to spot my 'boyish' mess. Not that I've porn magazines or anything.

Class might begin after an hour or so. I've got to go wear the girl's uniform, you know?

Look at that skirt!!! I stared in horror at the short skirt. I think I've to wear a pair of shorts under that thing. You might never know if there are any perverts here.

Ha! Let's see if they want to mess with Hidaka Toki here. I'll give them a thrashing and let them remember that my new me is a tomboy. I quickly slipped into the new uniform and adjusted my fake boobs just to make me presentable.

I looked at myself in the mirror and grimaced. GOSH! i look like hell! I didn't sleep right.
Oh! By the way I don't wear wigs. It's too itchy and too false. I mean what if a big gust of wind blew it away? Then everyone will notice Hidaka Toki might be someone with a disease or they might believe she's fake. Of course she's fake, but still she's a different true me.

I just have to clasp my bangs to the sides and cover those purple lines under my eyes. OH! Don't forget about wearing sneakers. I hate those pointy shoes!
Wait a minute! didn't the school permit one-style shoes for the girls? Damn... oh well, I just wear socks and off I go. Hidaka Torki is born.

>>>> End prologue >>>>

Notes:

1: ^_^' Get the idea? I really can't see Ken in a dress ^o^' it would be hilarious!

Uhm... ^_^' there's my second posted Weiss Kreuz fic. ^_^' I know, I know... just sweatdrop or something.