Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Rock My World ❯ First Day Of School Blues ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2 of Rock My World

First Day Of School Blues

The blaring sound of her alarm clock woke her up. Slowly her deep brown eyes fluttered open and by reflex she grabbed the clock and chucked it against the wall. Pieces of it went flying all over her room as she shrugged it off and pulled a nearby pillow over her head.

“Need…sleep…” she mumbled weakly.

She didn’t want to get up, not when her bed was so comfortable and the fact that there was nothing to look forward to today. She just wanted to sleep through the day after all, she was still suffering from the drastic time change. How she detested jetlag. Perhaps her mother would pity her and let her stay home instead.

Doubtful. Very doubtful.

Kira sighed as she held onto her covers, just thinking about it wasn’t going to help much either.

“Wake up!” Her mother yelled knocking furiously on the door to Kira’s room. “You’re going to be late for your first day.”

Kira waited until her mother walked away then muttered, “She’s acting like it’s my first day of kindergarten again…” Her mother had done this every single time they moved. She expected Kira to get up and go to school instantly the next day.

Kira reluctantly got up and ran a hand through her hair. She felt so groggy this morning. She blinked and stretched her arms over her head as she glanced out her window, “It’s too nice of a day to spend it in school anyways.”

Beams of sunlight poured into her dark room which was cluttered with a jungle of unpacked brown moving boxes.

She stood up ignoring her aching legs, her night shirt that went down to her knees nearly swallowed her entire figure as she went over to one of the boxes labeled in big red letters ‘CLOTHES’. Kira opened it and ruffled through it looking for something that would make a good impression today on her new peers. This being a new school, a first impression on intimidation was very important. It was first priority to show them that she wasn’t going to take any shit from them.

She pulled a long sleeve red shirt with black cuffs over her head then slipped her arms through her short sleeve dark denim jacket that had band patches pinned onto it. For pants she decided on regular jeans and put a black and white checkered skirt over it with a studded belt around her waist. And of course for apparel on her feet she wore pink chucks. Hopefully this would get the message to her peers that she wasn’t a push over, though she usually went for a much simpler outfit, but on the first day of school, exceptions could be made. This was more of something she would wear to a club, if she could find any decent ones out here anyway.

As for her hair she took her hair band off and let her waist length hair flow over her shoulders in the manner it pleased to. Though it was straight, it was quite unruly at times.

Still half asleep, she went to the kitchen only losing her way twice in the new house.

The smell of cinnamon rolls and toast wafted through the air when she stepped in to see her mother now spilling syrup over a stack of pancakes.

“A little much, eh?” Kira looked suspiciously at her mother with a raised eyebrow.

Her mother poured a glass of orange juice while humming, “I made all your favorites.”

Whatever was going on Kira wasn’t buying into it, “So?” Kira went over to a nearby cabinet, ignoring the delicious food her mother had made and grabbed a cherry flavored pop tart and put it in her mouth. “I’m leaving kaasan.” She took a bite of the pop tart and smiled smugly.

Her mother waved looking disappointed, “Remember after school, I’m taking you to visit the Minamino‘s house.”

Kira nodded as she walked out the door, too bad she didn’t have the intention of coming home after school.

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“What’s my first class…” Kira scanned her time table. “English, room E-3. That will be a birdie course.” She tucked the slip of paper into her back pants pocket. “Now where is E-3?” She looked up at the nearest classroom number, B-4. How the hell was she supposed to figure out where anything was when the rooms were numbered like this? She began walking down the hallway which was packed with students for the bell hadn’t rung yet and they were conversing with each other. Kira heard a few whispers directed at hers and she made a mental note to kick the crap out of those people if she ever saw them again, but finding her homeroom was her mission at the moment and nothing was going to deter her from it right now.

The bell rang and students hustled into their classrooms to start school, leaving Kira in the hallway still confused as hell. “A-2? What the?” Did she pass it?

“Ohayo,” somebody said behind her, “Are you the new student Kamiyama Kira?”

Kira turned her head over her shoulder and nodded curtly, “Hai.” She saw a girl just about an inch taller then her with brown hair in pigtails wearing the school’s blue dress uniform.

“The teacher wanted me to find you,” she explained slowly as if Kira was an idiot. “You’re in my homeroom. I’m Keiko.” She smiled and extended her hand, but she withdrew it when she saw Kira eyeing her oddly.

Kira then narrowed her eyes, “Gomen. I‘m not good with greetings.”

Keiko made an ‘I can see that’ face, but hid it with a stern expression, “Well, follow me. Watanabe-sensei will be upset if you don’t hurry up.” She beckoned Kira with her hand like an owner beckons their dog.

Kira wanted nothing more then ring this Keiko up by her hair on a flagpole at the moment, perky teacher pets didn’t side well with her. Kira shoved her hands in her pocket, she already get the feeling that today was going to be a really long day. One of those painfully dull ones too, the kind she detested most. Why couldn’t school be remotely interesting it was so…unnecessary it seemed and pointless to her. It wouldn’t get her where she wanted to go with her life.

They entered the classroom and Kira was once again greeted with wondering stares.

The teacher, a balding man who towered over her, stood by his desk with a cigarette in hand, “Ah Kamiyama, you have decided to grace us with your presence.”

Kira’s eyes lingered on Keiko as she watched her flounce to her seat in front of the class.

All the students looked at her, examining her with intense eyes. Probably already plotting to humiliate her somehow because that was usually a tradition for new students to go through as Kira had learned but, if that was their plan…they were going to be biting off more then they could chew.

“Well?” The teacher gave her a look of anticipation, “Tell us something about yourself.”

Kira smiled, she had already prepared her speech mentally last night before she went to sleep. “If any of you give me any shit then I’ll beat you so hard that nobody will be able to recognize your bloody corpse.” It was brief and to the point, just the way she wanted it.

Everyone went even more deafly silent at this and the cigarette fell out of the teacher’s mouth as his jaw dropped.

Shock was what she wanted, “So, where do I sit?” She asked still grinning.

The teacher grinded the cigarette with the heel of his shoe quickly, “Well that was sure enlightening.“ He then pointed to an empty seat in the corner of the classroom next to a window, “In that empty seat in the back next to Akira.”

Kira went directly to her seat sending death glares to anyone who dared glance at her. This was too easy for her. They were already terrified of her or surprised at her choice of action. She sat down and couldn’t help being pleased with herself, that was defiantly a lasting impression. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as the class now began.

Within the first few minutes of his droning she could feel herself get dozy, but a whisper soon interrupted her, “So you’re the new girl.”

She looked at the boy from the corner of her eyes, it was that Akira guy. “Obviously, baka.”

He leaned over closer to her, “Do you need someone to ‘show’ you around school?”

Kira didn’t like the tone of his voice, “Something tells me that’s not what you actually want to do.”

A perverted smirk crossed his face, “You’re not stupid, I’ll give you that. So, what do you think?” He winked.

“Let me think about it…” It didn’t take much thought. “Go masturbate hentai. You think what I said up there was a bluff?”

“C’mon.” He pleaded quietly.

This agitated her more, “Do you want me to introduce your face with the floor better?”

“Heh. I like it when girls talk dirty.”

“Trust me, what I say is my word.” She huffed angrily, clutching her fist.

“Really?” He questioned, still wearing his self confidence on his sleeve.

She knew his type already. He was the guy that was always looking for what no girl would ever give him and sick freaks like him pissed her off and before she could control herself so punched him square in the jaw without remorse or fear for consequences. The impact of the blow sent him falling out of his seat and hitting the ground hard. “Shut up you sick bastard!” She stood up over his fallen form, “I can’t stand weaklings like you anyway you pitiful-”

“Kamiyama!” The teacher shouted over her. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Kira paused, “Your class is full of perverts, don’t you guys have Sex Ed here?” She grabbed her headphones that were in her pocket with her CD player and put her headphones over her ears. She had the big kind of headphones that covered her ears completely and blocked out the rest of the sound around her. Kira then made her way out of the classroom ignoring the teacher who was concerned over his unconscious student who was on the floor and shouting at her at the same time, “Get back here Kamiyama!”

She shrugged it off as she left the school. She could care less about the damage she had caused. Perverts get what they deserve, there was no simpler way to put it.

The people on the streets didn’t even bother with thinking twice about her, everybody was too concerned with his or her own business. Nobody gave a damn if that annoyed looking teenage girl who brushed past them had decked at classmate. It was like home in an odd way, the packed streets and it was somewhat soothing as she listened to her music.

It was hard to miss the nearby arcade. How could anyone miss a huge glowing sign that basically said ‘ARCADE’ in big green letters? She peered inside cautiously and her eyes widened in mild surprise. It was packed with teenagers. She smirked inwardly at this, “Teenagers in Japan know how to have fun.” Back home skipping was frequent as well, but kids mainly did it to do drugs not to blow their allowances on arcade games which were better and safer in her opinion. She deeply detested drugs.

Kira scanned the games and a combat game similar to ‘Mortal Combat’ caught her attention instantly. She removed her headphones so they were around her neck and got change from a machine then she sat down and put a quarter into the machine and placed her fingers over the controls, readying herself for the fast paced game.

Hours seemed to fly by as she played, beating the games high score four times. Her fingers flew over the buttons and her hand moved the joy stick flawlessly as she played.

“A girl?” A deep voice said out loud.

Kira didn’t remove her eyes from the screen, “Yea, so? What’s it to you?” She paused the game and turned around, “Have something against it carrot top?” She looked him over, judging by his blue uniform he went to her same school. “Sarayashiki Junior High boys…” she muttered under her breath quite coldly.

“So you go to Sarayashiki too?” He asked.

She nodded with little interest, “I’m new there.”

“You’re not wearing the uniform.” He noted to her as if she hadn‘t known that herself.

“For good reasons too, I hate the color blue.” Kira scoffed.

“I’m Kuwabara Kazuma.”

“That’s nice,” She grumbled, “Maybe you should wear a sign for everybody to see then.” She sighed, “I’m Kamiyama Kira.” She restarted her game and continued until she died.

“We have the same initials.”

She rolled her eyes, “Your middle name is Ren, too?”

“Iie. That’s not what I meant Kamiyama.”

“Then perhaps you should think before you speak.” She berated him. “Or don’t speak at all.”

“You’re not like other new kids,” Kuwabara said scratching his neck. “Let’s just hope you won’t get your ass kicked with a mouth like that.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Kira retorted. “I can handle myself.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Kira get to her feet, “You’re annoying Kazuma.” She put her headphones back on and blasted her music as she walked past him and out of the arcade.

She walked quickly as the sun was setting and she was bracing herself for the verbal lashing she would receive from her mother when she got home. The blare of her headphones made her oblivious to everything else around her as the pink and orange sky darkened to light purple overhead.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and stopped mid stride. She lowered her headphones, “What the fuck?” She whirled around to see Akira with a bruise on his jaw with four boys behind him all dressed in Sarayashiki school uniforms. “Oh, its you. I thought I wasted you this morning.”

‘That was a fluke,” he informed her sourly. “It won’t happen again I promise that.”

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, “I don’t have time for this, leave me alone.”

Kira felt him grab her wrist, “Nobody says ‘no’ to me Kamiyama.”

She pushed him away, “Except me jackass. Do you need another lesson in manners or are you too brain dead to learn anything?” Kira sneered at him.

“Shut up.” He ordered calmly. “Since you’re new I won’t punish you that badly.”

She arched an eyebrow and sized up what she was up against. Five wannabe bad ass teenage boys. Akira, by the way he was standing in front, was the leader of the little group. This was going to be too easy for her. She gave a dark chuckle, “You think you can beat me?” Kira got into her fighting stance her eyes burning with the intensity to fight them and beat the crap out of them, “Well, what are you waiting for then?”

“You heard her boys.” Akira announced. “The girl says she wants to play, so let’s play.”

They charged at her, but suddenly froze when a dark shadow cast over them. “K-Kuwabara.” they sputtered, now backing away. Even Akira looked abashed by his appearance.

“Didn’t your kaasans ever tell you not to hit girls?” Kuwabara asked.

“Gomen.” They all cried. “Please spare us of the wrath of Urameshi!”

Kuwabara twitched at this, “Don’t you mean that I should spare you of my wrath?” A vein throbbed in his head. “Scram before I kill you!”

They all did as they were told and Kuwabara and Kira watched them run off like frightened chickens.

She immediately turned on him once they were out of sight, “What was that for?”

“It is my personal belief that guys shouldn’t hit or pick fights girls.” He explained, “It’s my Honor Code, or something like that.”

“I don’t care.” She spat, “I told you I can handle myself. Weaklings like them don’t take too much to scare off.” She had been ready to kick some asses and now her only amusement was gone.

“Don’t tell me you think you could take on all five of them.”

“Does it require much to put idiots like them in their place.” Her tone sounded bitter. “Don’t do me any ‘favors’, got that? Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own. It’s guys like you who stereotype the entire female gender in being helpless little damsels. Well, newsflash. I’m not a damsel who needs a knight in shining armor, I’m the girl who can look out for herself.”

“Then what do you need?” He inquired, although he was quite confused at what point she was getting at. She could have just simply said, “Mind your own business!” Or something along the lines of that.

“What I need and want is for you to stop asking me pointless questions.” She snapped fiercely at him. “I have to go home so don’t you dare follow me and don’t jump in like that ever again unless you want me to rip off your head. Alright?” She didn’t even wait for his response for she was already fuming and stomping off in the direction of her house.

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My index…finger…THE PAIN!!! Who would have known that something so stupid hurts so much? Arg. Anyways, for those who might be thinking that Kuwabara and Kira are going to have a romantic relationship, get those ideas out of your head. This chapters purpose was to start a relationship between the two, though it doesn’t look very bright I admit and I made Keiko too…you know…too ‘perky’ I will say. I dislike Keiko, but I’m not going to bash Kuwa though, he’s personally a favorite character of mine. So…*long awkward pause*…REVIEW!!!