
The adopted daughter of the rich Kobiyashi family has a secret life. She is actually a bloody street fighter. Her life falls apart when she becomes a leader of the largest gang. To her surprise she finds that the mafia is rightfully hers through inheritance and hold secrets about another world. But she learns that the mafia is more fun and games and it gets her into trouble.REVISED
Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Tragedy - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,417 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 12-03-12 - Published: 05-03-12 - id: 3019207
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Whistling down the road I headed off in the direction of the Osaka Academy, also for the rich and privileged. It was a bit on the small side and situated in the middle of the forest on the side of town. It didn't take very long to arrive, but I decided to take a short cut anyways.
"Ama-chan! Ama-chan!." Recognizing the voice of Osaka-san, who sponsored and created the school coincidentally, I turned my attention behind me towards his home.
"What is it now Osa?" He always insisted that everyone called him by that name, young and old. Osa always duped her into doing stuff for him, so no doubt this is what it was about.
"Can you help me with my garden?" He asked sweetly. I knew it.
"W-well, I uh kind of have to go to school-" I said, trying to get away this time. He was a very persuasive man.
"Oooooh my poor back, what will I do if my poor daughter can't see her flowers?" He whined. Great, the dirty old man knew I was a sucker for helping people.
"Bu-I kinda need to get going.." I urged.
"AH the pain! Chika-chan I'm sorry! This old man can't complete your last wish!" He moaned in agony. "But, if you really have to go." He said giving a raspy sigh.
Last wish? Has he gone senile? Well, he does look in pain. No! I won't be fooled! Making up my mind on the matter I stomped off ignoring his cries.
"OOOOH Whatever will I do? Chiiiika-chan." I heard his voice from behind me. I began to walk faster, he is just playing you. I told myself over and over.
"What would her mother think of me?" Just playing you. "Mira-chan, I'm sorry I can't take care of our child!" I was down the street when I heard that, him crying to his wife in heaven...
"ALRIGHT FINE!" I yelled running over to him. Dang it, why does this have to happen.
"Oh, Ama-chan how kind of you~~~"
"Shut up, stupid geezer." I muttered rolling up my sleeves to get started. The soil better not stain my clothes.
An hour later, I was late for school and dirt was most likely all over my face! That cheap perv! He looked up my skirt the whole time and wouldn't stop making me guilty! Gave me more and more work to do! If I see him, no one will find his mangled corpse! Practically flying over the bridge, the woods came into sight. Thank God, maybe everything won't turn out so bad after all. That thought was short lived as my foot got caught on a stupid vine. I landed face first right into the harsh earthy path.
"DAMN IT THAT HURT!" I screamed in pain holding my nose, it better not start bleeding. I don't have time. Jumping up I started running off again and the doors were in my line of sight. Alright! Racing into the hall I had to back up, forgetting to put on my indoor shoes. How many more delays will there be? And then I forgot to check which class I was in. Perfect. After gathering that information, I jumped up the stairs heading out to 1-B.
Exhaling in panting breaths I slid open the door. "I'm here, I'm here!" I said flustered. There was a hush of silence in the room.
"What? Hey is there something on my face?" I asked them confused while my hands searched my face. The room burst out laughing.
"Silly Ko-chan, look at you you're a mess." A brunet came up to me, she had large eyes and wore a ponytail to the side. She was a my classmate through middle school, Emika. We had met in the second year, I was in front of the gates when I tripped and smashed my glasses, well long story short she helped me out and then we became friends.
"Ne, Ko-chan look we are in the same class like middle school." A small girl, with an eccentric smile and cute short hair said affectionately. None other than Osaka, Chika. That nasty old-man's daughter. Good thing she wasn't like him. Although she had that same "persuasive" ability. In fact the petite girl was the stunning image of her late mother. Mira-san had always been kind. Everyone loved her, I don't think there was a soul who could hate the woman. My father was good friends with their family, that is how I know Chika, she was a good friend.
"Wow everyone looks great." I said looking over them all, neatly dressed in their uniforms.
"But of course what did you expect." A girl with light brown hair, her beautiful locks cascaded down her shoulders. You could call her a Porcelain Doll, a girl the boys wanted to be with and who the girls wanted to be. Her name was Akane, we had known each other since grade school. She was never easy to ignore, always carrying an air of arrogance about her. This made it a little rough for her to have friends. Actually I was the first to compliment her, as anyone could guess she loves the praise. We have been on a type of 'I love to hate you' friend basis ever since. If I thought about it, Akane would be the only one that knew me the most. She was the closest to a best friend I have ever had. Of course I like all of my friends but I never liked being close with others.
"Oh hi Akane." I greeted her with a tired smile.
"Whats with that lame greeting." She said with a haughty tone.
"Haha, sorry, I had a bad morning." I replied sheepishly.
"Whatever. Just make it up to me later." She replied pretending to be disinterested. I always knew what she really meant 'I missed you and you greet me like that? You better hang out with me later.' Which usually means she had another bad summer, as always.
"Hey Ko-chan your sitting over here!" I turned and saw the open seat that Chika pointed out to me, it was far in the back next to a boy I didn't known. Pushing up my glasses I began to walk down the isle, before someone grabbed me aside.
"Hey Ko-chan" Sugaru, a girl with long reddish hair, smirked at me. "Not so fast. Come here"
"...Yes?" I answered suspiciously.
"Do you even know who you're sitting next to?" She continued slyly.
I gave no reply, not knowing where she was going with this.
"Come on already, if you got here on time you would know that the guy over there" Akane interjected rolling her eyes as she gesturing towards the boy in the far back. "Is the hottest guy in the grade Kyouske, and our class representative, he is known as the ice prince. Every girl is after him, well except for me...and you the airhead" She finished flatly.
I stared off wondering how everyone already decided who was the most popular guy, when it was only a few hours in the school day. The world of high school girls. Before remembering to answer Akane's small insult. "I don't think I want to hear that coming from you, it hurt my feelings." I said quietly
"Not my fault you're a Baka. I'm just bringing the truth."
"Uh, well yeah..." Sugaru began again when Akane was finished. "Now, I'm telling you, don't go falling for him." She finished in a sing-song voice, flipping open her cell.
I stood there blinking a bit confused. "What do you mean?"
"Geez, you would never understand" Sugaru said hysterical, throwing her hands in the air showing she had given up.
"Don't worry she is a block head with men, don't try to explain to this girl." Akane said waving me off with a lazy hand gesture.
"You're being so mean to me Akane-chan~" I whined teary eyed. Why must she make fun of me? It's not my fault I don't understand love.
"Baka."
"Everyone's called you that so many times I think it should become your name." Sugaru told me.
"Yup, now go sit down Baka, you interrupted class enough." Emika gave her a small push.
"Not you too Emika!"
"Leave already." Akane said irritated.
"Sugaru~What will I do, Akane doesn't love me anymore!" I cried.
"I get the feeling she didn't in the first place." She answered typing on her phone, something she wasn't supposed to do considering it's the middle of class. But when you go to a school for the rich you can find teachers are more..tolerant.
"So cruel!" With a pout I dismissed myself from the conversation and went to my seat.
Kyouske's POV
"Hey Kouske you dog." The boy in front of me nudged my arm.
"Shiki I want to sleep." I murmured
"MAN! This is no time to be thinking about sleep! Would you look at who is seated next to you!" Shiki exclaimed at his friend. "It is the one and only daughter of the Kobiyashi family, not only is she the most beautiful girl in our grade, but she is the top of the class a genius! And she is so kind and sweet, with a refreshing smile, even though she is so clumsy its cute." Shiki ranted in his own little world.
*snore*
"Listen to me!" Shiki said as he complained like a child.
When a girl of average height walked towards them. "Look there she is." Shiki whispered to me. he couldn't deny she was strikingly beautiful in her own way. Even though she had a normal and plain look, her skin was slightly darker than most, unblemished and her eyes where large pools of dark brown almost black. They felt like they would swallow you into their darkness. Her hair was tied back in a messy heap parts spilled out framing her face wavy like the sea. His thoughts where interrupted as she appeared in front of him.
"Excuse me?"
Kobiyashi POV
"Excuse me?" I spoke to the sleeping form of Kyouske.
He turned his head, I held back a slight gasp. He had raven black hair, snowy white skin, and winter blue eyes. His Sharp, blue eyes stared into mine. It felt like they looked right through me. We stared at each other, until he broke the silence.
He greeted me with a simple "hey." Shifting his head towards the window. I murmured a small greeting back before taking my seat. The boy did have an icy way about him, because of his disinterested attitude so I can understand the name. But then I think there is more to him. Well, it hardly matters the end, I need to focus. Taking my attention to the front of the room, the teacher had been patient with my interruption and had not said anything. But my first impression was awful, and after all, a first impression is everything.
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