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Kchan: Well, here's a shonen ai story told from the POV of a rich, snobby, and extremely smart guy. I wanted to try this out and see how it goes! Rated Teen because Kanaye can sometimes have a potty mouth.
NOTE: Shonen ai is in this story. Meaning, there will be boys who like other boys. I don't think it'll really get lemony at all. Damn...this is probably gonna end up as fluffy, isn't it? Anyways, if you don't like the idea of two guys together, then just simply hit the "back" button and go read something else, or maybe give shonen ai a try; you never know until you try. Other than that, enjoy!
Love Me, Hate You
Chapter 1
He That Falls in Love with Himself
"He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals."
-Benjamin Franklin
My name is Kanaye Nakamura. Never heard of me?! What?! I'm only the most popular and sought-after guy in my highschool. Not to mention that I'm already getting letters from colleges because of my high grade point average (and my familys'...excess of wealth). And good looks to boot! What else could a guy ask for?
And then he came along. Riki Inamoto. Oh sure...he might seem sweet and innocent, but I just know that he's out to get me! He's taking away all my fame and glory dammit!
(Ahem)...okay, so have I confused you yet? No? Well good. Stick around while I tell you the whole story. Its a good one.
.:--:.
Today was the first day back to school after a long spring break. The school was a normal, red-brick, public school. It was a two story building with shiney red lockers lining the hallways. My parents insisted that I go to a regular public school instead of a private school. I don't mind too much. I don't want to hang around a bunch of snobby little rich boys anyways.
I walked at a leisurely pace to my locker; I like to show up early so I don't have to rush into the classroom like a lot of the fools in my classes do. As I walked, I caught a glance of a reflection of myself in a classroom window. I glanced down both ends of the hallway to make sure no one was around, and then promptly returned to starting at my reflection. I had neatly trimmed jet-black hair, and suprisingly green eyes (my mother was Irish, so I inherited her green eyes instead of my Japanese father's black eyes).
Yeah, this is part of my daily routine: stare at yourself for a little bit. Its not vain! Its natural for humans to want to look at something that's aethetically pleasing.
Smiling now, I tore my eyes away from my image and turned the corner to my library. Sticking out of the sides of the door of the locker where several envelopes; love letters from my admirers. I opened my locker, put the letters on the top shelf of the locker, and took out the books I needed for that day.
Before I got to my homeroom, three girls had stopped me in the hallway. Each of them had been blushing furiously, and asking something about going to see a movie over the weekend. I politely rejected them and moved on. Thats the wierd thing though. I had girls falling for me everywhere I went, and not one of them seemed appealing.No matter how pretty her eyes, or funny she was, or how curvatious she was, I always seemed to reject them. I think I'm just extremely picky. Don't get me wrong; I have dated girls before. Which was mainly to avoid rumors that were starting up about me being gay. Bah! I showed you, didn't I!?
Back to the present, I made my way to homeroom, sat down in one of those horribly uncomfortable desks. As bad as they are, I somehow managed to go to sleep.
.:--:.
"You might want to wake up. You don't want everyone to think that the flawless Kanaye drools while he's sleeping" someone said dryly and poked my arm a couple times. I groaned and slowly lifted my head up to find I really did have a nice puddle of spit starting up, which I hastily wiped away with the sleeve of my shirt.
The boy who woke me up was a quiet blonde-haired exchange student named Ken. I think he's just quiet because he doesn't speak much Japanese. He trails off at the end of his sentences a lot until he thinks of the right word. I think he said he's from Germany, because his family name is hard to pronounce (not like I'd ever admit that to anyone...).
"So, did you study for that history test?" he asked pleastantly.
I yawned and shook my head, "You know I don't need to study"
"Just thought I'd ...oh whats the word?"
"'Ask?'"
His eyes lit up with recognition, "Yeah! Thats it! I just thought I'd ask!"
Soon after, the rest of the students in my homeroom filed in, chatting to eachother. Of course, I got several stares from the girls as usual, who I smiled at and waved. Ken said something about how I make him sick, and I elbowed him in the gut while no one was looking.
Just another normal day.
Our homeroom teacher limped his way in, leaning on a battered wooden cane. He was an old man (I swear he's in his 60's), who tries to cover his blad head with a very bad combover. Its best to not mention the combover lest you get beaten over the head with a cane.
Yeah...just a day like every other one, right?
The teacher cleared his throat and said in his raspy voice, "We have a new student today. His name is Riki Inamoto, from Kawasaki". He motioned towards a person standing behind the door to come in.
And then I saw him.
He was kind of short, and skinny. Very skinny in fact. He had messy brown hair that had faded dyed streaks of red in it. From where I was sitting, I couldn't tell what colour his eyes were, but they were definitely bright. Maybe green or blue? My eyes moved on to his outfit which consisted of an oversized football jersey that read "Manchester United" in big white letters, contrasting the bright red of the rest of the jersey. He also wore black shorts, and bright red Converse sneakers.
"Hello!" he said in an annoyingly perky voice. He gave the class a huge grin that showed off his teeth, "I'm Riki. Its very nice to meet you all".
I saw the girls around the room immediately pay attention to him. Too much attention if you ask me. I heard them whisper excitedly, things like"Oooh! He's cute!". I have already labled this football junky as "Rival". Meh...it probably won't last. The girls will eventually be comming back to me.
The teacher coughed and looked down at a clipboard that had the class seating arrangement on it. I scanned the room quickly and found no empty seat...except...
"There's an empty seat next to Nakamura-kun" the teacher said pointing to me. "Have him show you around the school once homeroom's over with".
I glared at the boy who came trotting over to sit next to me. He however, seemed to ignore it. He plunked down in the seat rather ungracefully and stuck out his hand for me to shake, in American fashion.
"I'm Riki Inamoto, but you can just call me Riki if you want!" he enthused as I awkwardly shook his hand, "Its nice to meet you ..."
"You can call me Nakamura-san" I ground out.
Riki stuck out his lower lip in a pout, "Aww...no first name?"
"Its Kanaye...but that doesn't mean you get to call me by my first name!" I warned.
Ken smiled over at us, "And my name is Ken"
Nobody cares I thought, but instead said, "yeah, he's from Germany"
Ken's smile wavered for a second to a look of annoyance. He then smiled again and corrected, "Actually I'm from Luxembourg"
I rolled my eyes. They all sounded to same to me.
The bell rang for us to leave homeroom and go to first period. I thought I could politely ditch Riki, but the kid stuck to me like glue. Ken just ran off to his first class, giving us a weird grin. What was that for? I'd have to ask him later.
Riki looked up at me with hopeful blue eyes. Damn your puppy-dog eyes! I couldn't just leave him stranded in this school, when the only two people he knew were Ken and I.
Well...I could have, I guess...but for some reason, I felt bad even thinking about it.
.:Kyande:.