Author: Miles Montgomery PM
Kensui is an antisocial guy. Until he comes across a girl who's really an elf. And through miscommunication, marries her. Now he's got to figure out how to deal with a wife, school, and how to explain this to his girlfriend. Rated T for some language and violence. Now completed.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 24 - Words: 33,695 - Reviews: 347 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 09-27-12 - Published: 08-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3050733
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Opening: Me Against the World-Nightcore
Chapter One: High School Blues
Kensui Kusinagi sat in his desk, tapping his pencil against the top surface of the desk. My life is boring, he thought to himself. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of my life. Kensui was 17 years old, had black hair and green eyes. He had a skinny figure and wasn't very athletic. He was a bit of a slacker. Somedays he didn't even come to school. And since he lived on his own, he had no parents to nag him about it. If it wasn't for Harumi Osinaka, he probably would've dropped out by now. He looked across at her. She had brown hair and blue eyes, and was around 16 years of age. She wasn't the prettiest girl in school, but that didn't mean she didn't have a few curves here or there that was pleasing to look at.
He looked out the window as the teacher droned on and on about World History. Why do I care? It's not like I'm ever going anywhere. Nothing exciting will ever happen to me anyways. He watched as a couple of bullies proceeded to beat the snot out of some freshman geek. Not my problem. He changed his view to the junior high nearby. It looked like a teacher was showing her class the different types of leaves on the nearby trees. To be that young again with hardly any worries. He sighed, turning his attention unwillingly back to the teacher.
What he or the rest of the class couldn't see, was a blue light that drifted across the sky, wobbling on the breeze, like a feather drifting from place to place. It lowered itself towards the school and into his class. It spiraled around the room some and floated into his left eye.
"Ow!" he cried, rubbing at his eye.
The teacher misunderstanding, thought Kensui was rubbing his eyes as a sign of pride, simply stated, "Mr. Kusinagi, I'm delighted that my lesson brings tears to your eyes, but you don't have to interrupt the entire class to pretend that you have something in your eye, instead of simply being moved by my divine teaching." He turned back to the chalkboard. "Now as I was saying…" He began again as the class chuckled at Kensui.
Kensui rubbed his eyes a few more times and then crossed his arms, grumbling.
"Hey, Kusinagi," a voice called out to him in the hallway, as he felt someone slap him on the back. He turned his head to see his friend, Satomu Furikawa, standing beside him. He had red hair and brown eyes and looked very athletic. "Rumor's going around saying that you actually started crying in Mr. Fuwizaki's class. What's up with that?"
"I wasn't crying," Kensui growled. "Something got in my eye."
"Sure, man," Satomu said. "That's what they all say."
Kensui turned his head. "Whatever. Believe me or not, I know what happened."
"Whoa! No need to get so defensive and pissed, bud. I believe ya!" Satomu said, slapping him on the back again. "See you after school for Track tryouts?"
"Yeah," Kensui said. "I'll be there. You wouldn't let me say no, remember?"
"Whatever, bud." He lowered his eyes and a blush crossed his face faster than anyone could see. "I...um...I just want what's best for you," Satomu said. He waved as he walked off. "Later."
"Kensui!" someone said as they latched onto his arm.
"Aren't I the popular one today?" he asked, extremely annoyed. I don't like this much attention. It makes me feel uncomfortable. He looked down to see that it was Harumi attached to his arm.
She playfully punched him in the arm. "Don't be like that," she said, giggling. "We've been going out, for like what, two months now?"
"Only because Furikawa wouldn't leave me alone until I asked you out."
"Meanie," she said, punching his arm again and sticking out her tongue. "It's only because he looks out for you, you know? He only wants what's best for you. Being antisocial all the time can't be healthy. Speaking of healthy, why were you crying in class?"
THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! "FOR THE LAST TIME!" he yelled. All the students in the hall grew quiet and looked at him. "I WAS NOT CRYING! SOMETHING GOT IN MY EYE! THE NEXT PERSON WHO MENTIONS IT WILL KNOW HOW I FEEL AS I PUT MY FIST IN THEIR EYE!"
The students all stared at him, blinking, for a few seconds. Then a few of them laughed and the hallway went back to normal.
"Why do I bother?" he asked, hanging his head dejectedly.
Harumi giggled. "So, will I see you out on the track today, trying out for the track team?"
"Only because I have no choice," he said.
She giggled again. "That Furikawa," she said, cheerfully. "I'll see you there!" She waved, as she ran off to her next class.
I think I'm gonna skip the rest of the day. He headed for the roof. There was a fence surrounding the roof so students wouldn't fall off. There was also a table sitting on the floor of the roof. He dropped his bookbag down on the ground near the table and stepped up on the bench, sitting down on the table. He then swung his feet up on the tabletop and laid down. He watched the clouds drift by as he slowly fell asleep.
"Well, well, well," he heard as he was suddenly yanked off the table. He looked into the eyes of Yusuke Fujio, the school bully. He was also known as the "Bully King" and was 19 years old. He had red hair and green eyes. Rumor was, he'd been held back 2-3 times as a senior. Five of his comrades were standing around the table. "What do we have here?" Yusuke asked, as he breathed into Kensui's face. "Do you know what we do to punks who trespass upon our turf?"
"Treat them to dinner?" Kensui asked jokingly.
"This one's a regular comedian, boss," said one of the guys standing around.
"Gotta pay the bills somehow," Kensui joked. Why am I pushing my luck?
"He ain't funny," Yusuke said. "How about we show him our comedy act?"
The guys all began cheering. Yusuke drew back his fist and let it fly towards Kensui's face.
Just then, the roof door opened, and out walked the principal. Mr. Hikawa was a small man, but rumors say that back in his day, he was the number one fighter in town. He had silver hair and blue eyes. "What's going on here?" he asked roughly.
"N-n-nothing much, sir," Yusuke stammered. Rumors also say that Yusuke had actually attacked the principal once. He had woken up in the infirmary. "We were just showing our friend, Kensui here, our comedy act." He looked around at his men. "Right, boys?"
"Right, boss!" they all chimed.
"Right?" Yusuke growled lowly at Kensui.
Mr. Hikawa stepped forward and all the boys backed off. "Let him go, Mr. Fujio."
Yusuke dropped Kensui back onto the table like a sack of potatoes.
"Now, Mr. Kusinagi?"
"Yes sir?" he asked.
"Has everything Mr. Fujio said been true?" Mr. Hikawa asked him directly.
"Of course not, sir. He was about to show me what beef felt like when it was tenderized."
"Really? Mr. Fujio, you're suspended for another week."
"And a call will be placed to your father."
Yusuke's face fell. "Anything but that," he said as he fell to his knees. "I beg you! Anything but that!"
"You should have thought of that before, Mr. Fujio. Have a nice day."
Yusuke got up and walked past Kensui. "You're dead, punk," he said as he passed him by and headed for the door.
"The rest of you, back to class. I come up here again, and any of you are here, the ones I find will be expelled. Am I clear?"
"Yessir!" all the boys said.
Mr. Hikawa followed behind Yusuke.
The boys looked at Kensui. "I hope you enjoyed your life, man," one of them said. "Because the boss is gonna kill you." The boys all chuckled as they left the roof.
After school that day, Kensui and Satomu did their stretches out on the track field.
"Okay! Listen up!" the track coach called. "This being the tryouts, your test for joining will be to run 8 laps around the tack without stopping. The ones who cannot do it, better luck next year."
She went over to the starting line. "The track is a quarter mile around from beginning to end. So the test is to run 2 miles, basically," she explained. "Line up!"
The kids all lined up at the starting line. "On your marks! Get set! Go!" The kids all took off at a run.
At the get go, two people collapsed. A few made the first lap and collapsed.
"Kids nowadays," was all the coach could say.
At the end of the tryouts, only 15 kids had made the full eight laps out of the 40 that had shown up with Kensui coming in last.
"Congrats," the coach said. "You barely came in last but you still made the team."
Kensui went to the locker room and changed for the day.
He was walking through the park, when he came upon a girl. She looked to be 17 with blonde hair. She was laying face down. "Oh my gosh!" he yelled as he ran over to make sure she was okay.
"Can you speak?" he asked.
She opened her eyes. "Manke amin?" she murmured, her voice sounding like gentle bells.
"I'm glad you're awake," he said to her, sitting her up.
"Ya lle?" she said, apparently asking a question.
"Do you understand me?" he asked her.
"Lle rangwa amin?" she said. Then she shivered.
He took off his coat and put it around her and her eyes widened. She felt the coat, looked at it and then at him. "Vesta?" she seemed to ask shocked.
"I'm sorry. I can't understand you," he said. "But it'll be ok."
She smiled and pulled out a ring and handed it to him. "Sinome."
He took it. "What do I do with it?" he asked, looking at it. She made the motions of putting it on her right index finger. He followed her example. There was a bright glow and when the light died down, she had a ring on her right index finger as well. She blushed at him. What's going on? Why is she blushing? Have I done something?
At that moment, Yusuke and his boys appeared down the path behind Kensui, unable to see the girl. Two of the guys came over and yanked Kensui up, dragging him over to Yusuke, not even noticing the girl. "I told you what would happen if we met again, Kusinagi," Yusuke said threatingly. "My old man beat me. Now I'm gonna beat you ten times worse." He drew back his fist and smashed Kensui in the face making him fly back. "And by ten times worse, I mean dead."
Yusuke started towards Kensui. But suddenly, there was a girl in between them. She had orange hair with red hair on the side of her face hanging down in front of her ears to her chest and red bangs. She had olive skin, purple eyes, and ears that came to a point below the top of her head. Kensui noticed she had a ring on her right index finger.
"Get outta the way, bitch!" Yusuke said. Seeing she wasn't moving, he charged towards her. She dodged to the side faster than the eye could see, grabbed his arm, and flung him over while turning around. Yusuke hit a tree and went down.
The other five guys saw this and charged her. She jumped in the air and kicked while spinning around, taking out two of the boys. She grabbed two more of the boys and slammed them together, then clotheslined the third, punching him to the ground out of the air, all in one motion.
She then faced Kensui and knelt down in front of him. She grew shorter and changed into the girl he had just helped. She pointed at herself. "Mela."
"Mela?" he asked, repeating her.
She nodded, smiling and looking pleased. She then pointed at him.
"No. Ken-su-i" he corrected.
"Almost," he said. Ken-su-i. Ken as in the doll. Su as in sushi. And I pronounced as the letter e. Kensui."
"Right," he said. She looked pleased.
Elsewhere, in the world of elves, a male and female elf were in their house eating when bells began ringing around their house.
"Those are…," the woman started.
"She didn't…" the father said with eyes widening.
"If that's the case…" the female began.
"It's time to meet our new son-in-law," the male finished.
Ending: Listen to Your Heart-Nightcore
Do what? Son-in-law? What's Kensui going to do about this? Worse, how is he going to explain it to Harumi? Don't miss out next time.