Me. My neighbor. Our secret

A/N:

First of all, I do not idolize or glorify the Yakuza with this so I hope you wouldn't as well. They may seem all cool and stuff as they were portrayed in other forms of entertainment (I thought they were too until I actually did research) but no matter how cool, adorably idiotic etc. they may be, it does not change the fact that they are criminals. Well, I made this because I wanted to show that just like the Italian Nosa Costra, even when they bask at the fame attached to their names, they do not all live glamorous lives. I want to show two sides of their lives here and not only their "glorious" side.

Feel free to tell me what you think. The humor will come very soon (as in chapter two lol)

“This is not the last you will see of me.”

His deep husky voice muttered in between harsh pants.

“...Tch. I will chase you to the ends of the earth.”

I huffed as I clutched my chest in pain. Drained of energy, my legs felt like they were melting.

“I'll be waiting for you then. Don't disappoint me.”

I forced up an arrogant smirk at his reply.

Suddenly, his cold voice seemed distant. I felt the cold, damp concrete against my skin. I looked up one last time and saw the most frightening thing. His teeth against his bloodstained lips, gleaming in the darkness - it was the grin of the devil.

Chapter One

Seishou Senior High School

Class 2-C

“ Hey, you.”

The expressionless jet-black haired guy turned his head to the direction of the voice.

“ You. Isn't it about time you pay up?”

The look on his face did not show any change. He looked at him for a moment but quickly returned his focus back to the lecture.

“Huh, what the... Do you know who I am? A new student like you...if you want to stay here unscathed you have to...”

“Ugh...” The guy suddenly looked unwell. His stomach growled and he was now biting his lips. He was unshaken by the yankee's threats and seemed so preoccupied at the moment as he cast his head down.

Failing to get his stoic classmate's attention, the bleached haired punk in his black school uniform's jacket unbuttoned and loose necktie, quickly stood up from his seat and grabbed his jet-black haired seat mate by his shirt's collar. He pulled him up and took his face close to his'.

“U...Ueda, we are in the middle of class ri...right now? Uhm...maybe..” The teacher, Usaki- sensei, hesitantly approached the bleached-haired yankee in an attempt to settle everything down nicely.

“Don't get yourself involved in this old man.” He snarled before throwing the expressionless guy across the classroom.

Ueda walked towards the guy he just threw. “What? Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you the the new transferee from Hokkaido? Don't they teach you to speak in that place? You think you're so tough when you barely got here for three weeks?”

“...” The bruised young lad turned his head on the other direction to dodge Ueda's glare.

“Huh?! Look at me when I'm talking to you bastard!”

He lifted him up and finally tossed him out of the classroom with a loud crash. The class quickly moved away from the two of them.

“Ichimura!” The old teacher with graying hair exclaimed upon seeing how he had crashed on to the tables before sliding out of the door.

Students and teachers from neighboring classrooms immediately peeked out after the loud crash. Soon the curious students were now surrounding the two with mixed expressions on their faces. Teachers tried to get close but Usaki-sensei gestured them not to.

“Stop it now Ueda! I'm your teacher listen to me!” He tried to restrain him by pulling his arm but the bleached-haired yankee was just too strong for him.

“Stop it now! At this rate I would have to call...”

He swiftly shook the teacher off making him wobble behind. He accelerated and even got more infuriated upon seeing how Ichimura was slowly getting up like his bruises and cuts did not hurt.

He was taken aback for a moment when he saw how Ichimura stood with an air of superiority. His respectable stance as he wiped dirt off his cheek and the deep stare he gave him did not help his anger either. He was threatened of his actions showing no emotion which made Ichimura look like he couldn't care less of him.

“Did you have enough?”

“What?!” Ueda retorted with his raspy voice.

“I asked whether you are done. We are interrupting the class.” Ichimura calmly replied.

Ueda clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. He lunged at him sending him down to the concrete floor. He raised his fist and shouted, “Do you think you can just get away with it just like that? Even if you lick my shoe I will still...”

The sentence of the bleached haired punk with his black school uniform's jacket unbuttoned and loose necktie was cut short. He felt the rough texture of a hard block of wood against his throat. He tried to stay calm until he heard an intoxicating voice behind his ear.

“...Will still?”

The sweet, hypnotizing yet deep, voice disappeared with the wind and the punk froze still. His knees were all wobbly and he finally fell to his knees.

“A..ha..Sa..Sakurai! When did you..?”

He looked up with pleading eyes as he basked under the belittling stare of the auburn haired male. The charming guy cast his head down with a mocking expression and held the wooden club down at his side.

He was good looking. He had a deadly glare but his features were angelic. His dark brown eyes sparkled in the sun's rays from the window and his fair skin glowed radiantly. His shaggy hair – slightly longer than the allowed hair length of the school, swayed with the wind.

He pursed his glossy lips and grinned before turning about. He eyed the student being assaulted before he finally turned back toUeda. He let out a soft chuckle.

“Lick your shoe? Even your dog wouldn't do that. Go ahead and scram, yankee wannabe.”

The bleached-haired punk stood up quickly. Nervously, he glared at Sakurai.

Ueda sneered at Ichimura who was twitching his shoulders. “You got lucky.” He snorted before walking off. “Sensei, I'm ditching class!”

Ichimura stood at the even more populated corridor just outside his classroom, 2-C. His graceful stance made him look like he was perfectly fine until he felt his stomach churn. He turned down and covered his bruised lips with his hand as if he was about to throw up.

“Ah! Ichimura!” Usaki-sensei quickly ran to him and caught him by the waist before he can fall down.

“Someone! Help me get him to the clinic!"

Dismissal Time

“Did you hear? There was an incident this afternoon! I heard it was that pathetic Ueda again.”

“Really? Didn't he get suspended like last month? He's at it again? Sheesh, he never learns.”

Girls' gossiping, giggles, “ooh” and “ah” filled the shoe locker hall as students made their way out of the school building. They darted stares at every guy that passed by trying to identify the latest victim.

“They're at it again. They don't care about the casualties. They just want something to gossip about.”

“Maybe. Things like these don't interest you does it Masaki?”

A dark brown haired girl with streaks of blond on her hair asked the girl, Masaki, who had straight, long black hair. She tossed her indoor shoes in the locker and grabbed her bag.

“Other's misfortune shouldn't be treated as a form of entertainment! Don't you think so Yuri?”

Masaki closed her locker and followed Yuri close behind as they made their way to the school's main gate.

On their way to the gate, students started to halt their steps and turned around as the noise rose from the crowd outside the school's main building. Soon, many of them were running back to see what the crowd was fussing about.

Masaki looked back and tried to see as well. Yuri looked back and was curious enough to drag Masaki to the crowd.

“Hey, wait. I want to go home.” Masaki tried to resist but Yuri was quite forceful and managed to pull her through the crowd to get a clear view of the cause of the commotion.

“Ichimura! You are so tough! I thought you barfed because of that Ueda's throw but it seems like you just ate something bad. So, your stomach was acting funny huh?”

“What did you eat? Ha ha!”

Boys, who seemed to be Ichimura's friends helped him walk by supporting him by the shoulder.

Ichimura could barely look up. He did not seem to enjoy the attention he was getting.

“I can go on my own. Thanks.” He pulled his self up and moved away from the two boys. His hair was messy. It was like he just got up from bed and his face was certainly far from attractive at its current state but it was inexplicably charming under the sun.

He was trying to dodge the curious onlooker's stare at him and tried his best to walk away without having any eye contact to anyone as he pushed himself through the crowd.

“Hey, isn't that guy the new student from Hokkaido? Good for him Sakurai-sama was there! Oh my, I wish I had seen him when he came to his rescue!” One girl muttered.

“I wouldn't mind getting beaten up if I will get saved by Sakurai-sama!! I wouldn't be able to fight back anyway!” A girl with bleached hair squealed.

It caught Ichimura's attention and he found himself stopping. Out of the crowd, a girl with flowing long black hair appeared in front of the blond girl. It was Masaki.

Her hands were clenched in to a fist and she had her head cast down. Ichimura can see her fists shaking as if she was trying to stop herself. Finally, she jolted up and shouted at the girl.

“THAT'S PATHETIC!”

The crowd was taken aback for a moment and almost everyone stepped back. They watched the black-haired beauty walk towards the bleached haired girl who was obviously nervous. Her teeth were tattering and could not break the stare of Masaki who was coming for her.

“Do you even know what you're talking about?” Masaki's volume decreased and she seemed to calm down a little. She stopped when the girl almost fell to the ground.

“Even if he's so “cool” for saving that Hokkaido guy he's still not someone you should look up to! His ways are that of a gangster!! Don't you understand that?!”

She caught her breath and looked away for a moment. Yuri was watching not far behind but she was obviously worrying about what Masaki would do. She was preparing for another round of sermons. From the looks of it, she seems to be getting infuriated again and this was something the crowd knows well since no one dared to step in to stop her.

“To think that you are willing to get beaten up for that GANGSTER! Don't you have any sense of self preservation?! Why would you wait for him to save you?! Stand up for yourself! Bullies exist because you let them to! Just what exactly are you...”

“Fighting back is not always the best thing to do! It will make matters worse more often than not. It's not always about self preservation...Don't speak like every person getting bullied is a pitiful weakling!”

Ichimura looked surprised by what he just yelled. He found himself stunned behind Masaki. He was not talking consciously, it was all a spur of the moment.

“crap.” He grumbled.

Masaki quickly turned around. She was acting on impulse now. She approached Ichimura who do not look a bit shaken. He had good control of his composure but Masaki don't.

Without thinking, Masaki yelled back at him, “It's because of you people that our future is getting plagued by useless people taking advantage of the weak! It's because you give them the chance to do it to you regardless of the reason you might have!!”

Her eyebrows now met each other and there was an angry wrinkle on her nose. She was no longer the mild-mannered Masaki that she was. She felt her fist and cracked her knuckles. Without any intention to, she subconsciously gave Ichimura an uppercut making him fly a few feet away.

She looked down at him with a glare so piercing that it seemed to see right through the core of his being.

“The likes of you are the kind of people... I HATE THE MOST!”

A/N again:

It took me forever to update -- The finals sucked the life out of me...If I ever had a life lol. Anyway I hope you liked this. I know that the prologue was boring since it was all about old men lol. What do you think? I like Sakurai. Ichimura is a sissy or is he? Ha ha...Okay I'll stop here for now.