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Mondo: bro, we are rivals. It’s ok to pin me up against a wall. I’m ur nemesis. I hate you. ... bro, we are kiss ing now . . No don’t stop bro .. bro ...

My art becomes trash after I outline it, haha.~ sorry for the post spam, haha.~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 3

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Last part of this oneshot!~ The next stories that will be posted will be requests that I've gotten!~ Exciting!~

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Part 2

After two more hours of ignoring Fuyuhiko's stares, and having an entire hour of practice of some new moves in the school dojo, I was extremely tired mentally as I trudged through the mostly empty halls to detention. I wasn't worried about Fuyuhiko bothering me anymore since I'm sure Kiyotaka would kick him out if he tried to come in to talk to me.

A heavy sigh resonated from me as I walked through the door, greeted by the sight of red eyes boring into me expectantly.

"(Y/N)-Sama! It is good to see that you did not forget your detention! Please, have a seat and keep in mind the following rules-"

Guiltily, I toned out Taka's words as I turned to sit down, only to stop right in my tracks as I saw my detention partner.

"-and lastly, no music or talking to the other students! Fuyuhiko-Sama is your only other fellow delinquent today, so I hope that will not cause any problems,"

No matter how much I wanted to speak, I couldn't. The boy leaned back in his far right corner seat, black suit and all, stinging his green eyes into me and looking relatively unhappy but not fully upset.

"(Y/N)-Sama, please take your seat," Kiyotaka ordered, spurring me into motion hesitantly as I stiffly sat down. 'Well, there is a no talking rule so he can't bother me without getting in trouble. It's only 30 minutes, then I can run out to Gundham's car outside.'

Forcing myself to relax, I just took out my notebook and began brainstorming ideas for a new dance set. All was silent, excluding the scratching of Kiyotaka and I's pencils against our papers, for about 15 minutes which made me forget that Fuyuhiko was even there. That is until the silence was broken by loud, mixed laughter and the sound of something being sprayed.

Of course, this caught the Ultimate Moral Compass's attention, making him stand him and march out towards the noise.

"Excuse me for a moment, please. . . Leon-kun! Mondo-kun! Please stop running in the halls and- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THESE LOCKERS?!" Hearing chuckling behind me, I reluctantly turn my head to the left to glance at the root of all my recent problems, only to see him already smirking at me.

"It's amazing what people will do for $100 and a few threats,"

The Yakuza stood up confidently and made his way beside me where he leaned against the desk immediately to my left. "You know, when someone ratted me out earlier to the "Pain-In-The-Ass Compass" for yanking on you and yelling, I thought it was a stroke of bad luck, but now I see it as the perfect opportunity to interrogate," It was quiet between us for a few more moments, and just like 15 minutes ago my body locked up and wouldn't move unless forced. I could feel and see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, a neutral face on his face as he filled in the quiet.

"What's your story? Where did you come from?" He was being surprisingly calm for some reason. 'Wonder what he's figured out about me.'

Clearing my throat and swallowing the nonexistent saliva in my mouth, I kept my eyes on my paper. "I don't know what you're talking about," 'He's probably talking about that. Obviously.'

"Don't play dumb. Peko and I did a little looking around on our servers and the school records for you. Found out some interesting things." I forced myself to act nonchalant while simultaneously pushing down the nervous bile rising in my throat. I couldn't let him know how on edge he had me.

"Oh? Like what, that I like to dance? 'Cause if you had to search around for that fact-"

"That's not what I'm talking about, (Y/N), and you know it," he slowly moved in front of me, leaning on my desk towards me with an accusing gaze, "Or should I say "Korean Tengu"?"

Even though I already knew that that was what he was going to say, I still flinched and clenched my jaw out of disdain for the name. My uncomfortable response made the bastard smirk since I just showed he was right. 'No point in denying this part, I'll see how much he knows. At least it seems like the school actually held up their end of the bargain.'

"How did you find out about that?"

"I have many resources as the next heir to the biggest Yakuza family in Japan. Illegal fighting rings are right up my alley. But that's not the important thing, is it?" 'Fuck, what is he getting at now? There's so many things he could've found out.'

Fuyuhiko reached into his jacket pocket and unfolded a piece of paper before slamming it on my desk and continuing to lean on my desk. It was an article with an accompanying picture; one that made my blood run cold.

"Care to explain why the undefeated champion of an entire illegal fighting ring killed her own dad? And only a day after her 2nd championship win at that?" The short boy's smirk was gone and his surprisingly hardened face made me shudder. He already knew the answer to the question, he was just seeing how I would react. This felt like the interrogations I had to undergo for the police, minus the pitying looks the officers gave me then. It was getting hard to breath right. I could barely look at the picture the article displayed of my dead father's beat up body. It just confirmed what I already knew for the past 2 years.

"You don'. . . it's not. . . I didn't. . ."

"I think you did. And I also think that one "Ruler of Hell" knows all about this as well. Don't think I didn't notice how cozy you two were yesterday," That spurred me to spew out a defense. I was getting desperate and didn't want him to connect Gundham to me.

"Leave him alone! He didn't do anything, so keep him out of this!"

"Not until you tell me what your connection is to him, and why you killed your own father, bitch!"

Too little air, so many voices, harsh words, harsher hits. It all came rushing back as I remembered everything that still haunted me every time I fall asleep. My head lifted up to stare at Fuyuhiko with an unadulterated hatred as his young and only slightly upset image flickered back and forth to an old, furious one that returned the same gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut so I could respond without freezing up. My body ached faintly as though I had fresh wounds and bruises just like I did back then. Tears burned my shut eyes but I force them away.

"That bastard deserved to die. You don't understand what he put me through. . . what he threatened to do to my brother and mom. . ! I was the only thing protecting them, keeping him at bay! I spent years fighting, getting better, becoming the best at fighting no matter what. Years of running my body into my own grave as I risked my life against grown ass men," A slightly insane, masochistic laugh strained from my throat as I hugged myself and dropped my face to one purely neutral, eyes still closed.

"But he still wanted more. A mere hour after my final championship, winning the grand prize money of half a million dollars and trophy, he said it: that he wanted to sell me to a dojo to make me continue training and. . . kill people with the new skills," I swallow thickly, opening my eyes to a now perturbed Fuyuhiko.

I'm sure he wasn't unsettled by me having to kill someone but by the fact that my dad, my family, tried selling me. Just for money. Hajime told me once that Fuyuhiko didn't have the best relationship with anyone in his family and that he always got flack from his dad about how soft he was at times, but I'm sure even his dad never tried to sell him. All I did was laugh dryly at his face as I tried to ignore the obvious hallucination of my dad flickering over him.

My gaze instead honed in on the mangled remains pictured in the paper below. It grounded me. Fed into my weak reassurance that he wasn't really here. Not anymore.

"He would have gotten 75% of each paycheck I received from a hit. It was all about money with him. Nothing more. And if he had sold me, he would have moved on to my brother and made him do something with dangerous animals to keep a flow of revenue since even then that little diva had a way with animals. Obviously couldn't let that happen.

"I don't know what he used it all on but I'm sure it was nothing good. But hey, at least he didn't add domestic abuse or double child neglect to his track record, though that was only because that was my one condition for staying with him: that he didn't touch my brother and mom and took care of them financially." A beat of time.

"Gundham's your brother. . ."

It wasn't really a question from him, but more of a realization since I'm guessing him and Peko at least tried to put Gundham somewhere in my life story's cast roll. I was too tired to dispute; besides I'm sure he would have figured it out eventually.

That revelation hung in the air as a deathly silence seemed to blanket the world. I was inexplicably exhausted from my inner turmoil of emotions and felt very vulnerable having told one of my deepest secrets to the boy that reminded me of my dad. The ironic smile that twisted my lips stuck as I drew a deep breath to calm myself down. The nervousness churning in my stomach almost made me want to throw up again.

"I'm sorry," 'Doth my ears deceive me?'

Sneaking a peek up at Fuyuhiko allowed me to read the regret and uncomfortableness that painted his face. He shuffled on his feet and avoided all eye contact with me.

"I didn't know you were forced into it, I just thought you did it for fun when you were younger, your dad let you, and the flashbacks were from people you fought. I guess. . . I should've just minded some of my own fucking business after that whole. . . shit show that happened yesterday so. . . yeah. . ."

My eyes widened in surprise at the half assed apology, his words trailing off at the end. I wasn't expecting anything like that coming from him. 'I guess when you think you've seen everything, the universe pulls a shifty one on you.' Since I couldn't verbally respond out of shock, I just tilted my face downwards to hide my watering eyes.

Other than the principal, only Gundham and our mom knew about any of this, and they both always took pity on me for what I had to go through for them. The sincerity of Fuyuhiko's words wasn't riddled with a consoling tone, but one of understanding which made me feel better than any comforting words. Didn't even try to address my situation, he just excused his own behavior which I suppose is in character.

I have never been angry at my family for acting the way they do towards me but I've always wished that I could share my story with someone who understood what it was like to go against your own nature just to please someone else; I guess I accidentally found that person in Fuyuhiko. Now don't get me wrong, I still think he's a little asshat that has a problem with managing his emotions, but I suppose everyone has their faults.

Swiping at my stinging eyes, I sniff before looking up at him and nodding in acknowledgment, no longer seeing my dad's haunting figure. When I did that, it seemed the tenseness in his shoulders washed away. Guess he really doesn't know how to deal with anyone's emotions. At any rate, I eventually found my voice as I started to put my things away into my backpack while settling back into my regular demeanor.

"Thanks, I guess. Just stop snooping around in other people's lives and this won't be a problem for you ever again, kid," Aaaaand back to normal we go. His respectful silence was officially over because of my comment.

"What the fuck did you say?! I already fucking apologized and don't call me a shitty kid!" His cheeks turned red as he finally sat up from leaning on my desk and clenched his hands at his sides.

"Yeah, a half-assed apology about digging up my traumatic past makes me feel real better.~ But I bet that was really hard for you, huh?~ Don't worry, it will get easier with time.~"

"Like hell I'm ever apologizing to your ass again! I shouldn't have even done it the first fucking time!" His excessive cussing made him even cuter and childlike. Like a kid thinking he's badass for using bad words. By now I had gotten my stuff packed and stood up to my full height just to mess with him.

"Oh, I think you will eventually, Baby.~"

It's fun riding the line of death and teasing. Just as predicted, Fuyuhiko got even madder since I was now obviously a lot taller than him, and because I called him "Baby". Then he paused and smirked all of a sudden.

"Only if it's after I fucking kill you." 'Oh I have the perfect way to turn this around.~'

"What? You said you're going to kill me by fucking me?~ Jeez, at least take me to a few dinners first, there's a fancy restaurant down the street.~"

Satisfaction replaced the shame on my face that was probably supposed to be there at the sight of Fuyuhiko's embarrassed and shocked face. I took this opportunity to wink at him before walking around him and out of the classroom. It was well past our time to be in here. Not even a few seconds later, I heard his angry little footsteps run after me as I lazed down the hallway.

"That's not what I fucking meant and you know it, bastard!! Why the fuck would I even want to fuck you anyway?!"

"Hey, I don't know, I can't tell what you're thinking.~"

"I wasn't thinking anything like that, fucker! And stop calling me those damn pet names!!"

"No, I don't think I will, doll.~"

This retort causes a string of curses to fly from Fuyuhiko's mouth towards me, putting even a sailor to shame. Eventually he stops swearing and walking but doesn't respond, and I can see him staring up at me from the corner of my eye. The small male reaches into his jacket, where he apparently keeps everything, and takes out my hat. 'Oh yeah, I did kinda leave that on the ground yesterday, though I didn't expect him to pick it up.'

Of course, he can't just hand it to me normally, so what I got was my hat slapping me in my face before falling into my arms. I couldn't help the little smile that tilted up the corners of my mouth as I tilted my head questioningly towards him. He wasn't scary now that he wasn't trying to punch and expose me.

"Listen up, idiot. I'm only going to say this once so pay attention," he sighed and seemed to get a bit serious again, "Just so you know, I'm not gonna do anything with what I learned about you, and I'm not gonna try and recruit you into my yakuza either."

This clarification made me a bit more at ease since I was unconsciously thinking about those possibilities. But Fuyuhiko looked like he wanted to add something, so I raised a brow as I placed my hat on.

"Anything else?~" He scoffed at my prompting but continued.

"But. . . if you ever decide to, y'know, get back into action with practicing your skills in the field, I'm lacking manpower in turf fights sometimes so even a shitty dancer like you can maybe help out. You wouldn't be killing anyone and you could, y'know, stop whenever you wanted," He looked embarrassed again, just for even hinting at offering me a spot in his yakuza. There was nothing else I could do but laugh which Fuyuhiko obviously took the wrong way.

"You could have just said no! There no need to laugh, next time I won't offer you shit-"

"Pfft, no no, that's n-not why I'm laughing!~ I just- you're too- haha!~" My laughter kept interrupting my own sentences, and all I could do is double over while raising a hand in a request for patience. Even through my joy, I could feel the anger meter rising in Fuyuhiko the longer I took to compose myself.

"Shut the hell up and say it already, bitch!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm fine," a few chortles died out as I stood up straight again, "Hun, I'm not laughing at your offer, I'm laughing at your embarrassed face.~ You get so flustered too easily.~" A look of disbelief from him turns quickly to anger.

"That's not any fucking better than laughing at what I said, dumbass!" My clarification only made his cheeks redder, "Enough of this, let's go before Ishimaru gets back. I only paid those idiots to preoccupy him until 2 pm and it's 10 'til." The red faced yakuza turned on his heel and quickly walked the rest of the way down the hall with me following him in stride but with fewer steps.

"I think you're just trying to escape from me.~ Am I making you too worked up?~"

"Shit, don't say it like that!! Fuck you, you tall ass bean pole!" 'Opportunities just love to present themselves to me, don't they?~'

Moving to walk beside him instead of behind, I lean down close to his ear with a smile full of bad intentions.

"What the fuck-?"

"Fuck me?~ When and where, Baby?~"

A shit-eating grin spread across my face as he turned into a cherry tomato. I took this as my cue to leave, and attempt to save myself from the oncoming ass whooping I was sure would come once Fuyuhiko came to his senses.

"Oh, would you lookie there, that's my brother's car.~ Welp, gotta blast!~"

I took big and fast strides to the black convertible that had my brother surfing his phone, and the Four Devas playing around on the dashboard. When I hopped over the door and landed into the seat, he put his phone away and started to speak. The Devas ran across the leather and jumped all over me, squeaking and nuzzling me. Their little paws scrambling all over me just added fuel to my laughing fire.

"Hello, sister of mine.~ How was-"

"Hey hey, we gotta go, Gundham.~ I'm gonna die, start the car!~" Contrasting my urgent words, laughter poked through my words as I turned to smile back at the forthcoming, fuming Fuyuhiko.

"Get back here, (Y/N)!! I outta have you fucking sold to a whorehouse!!"

Gundham's eyes widened in surprise at what he yelled as he started the car.

"Now wait just a moment, you quarter-sized halfling-"

"Already tried it, not very fun!~ Go, bro, or we're both gonna be a part of the BABY'S tantrum!~" I pronounced the nickname extra loud just for shits and giggles.

"Fucker, get out of the goddamn car and face me!!" Just before the angery boi reaches our car, Gundham finally listened to what I said and peeled off, making me have to reach up and hold my hat to my head. Watching Fuyuhiko get smaller in the side mirror, I let out a loud laugh which made my sibling continually glance from the road to me in confusion.

"Would you care to explain why that fiendish devil, the one who you swore personal oath to avoid for as long as possible, has just threatened your being with a 'whorehouse'? Is he still bothering you?" There was a contained anger that rose in my brother's voice toward the end of his question, making me realize what that exchange looked like to him. The Devas looked back and forth from me and Gundham, sensing the clash of our different tones.

"Oh, yeah, we're coolish now.~ Some things happened during detention that made us realize that. . . we aren't that different." My previously wide smile simmered down to a melancholic one as I dragged my hat down to my lap. The four little hamsters sniffed at it before climbing inside to lay down. Probably seeing the truth in my peaceful expression, Gundham relaxed and went silent for a few moments.

"You told him, didn't you?" I nodded.

"Yeah, but he kinda dug up part of the story with Peko, the little shit.~ I just filled in blanks and details once I realized he wouldn't stop bothering me if I didn't.~" A weary sigh from my right.

"Was that the correct choice of action? He could use it against you one day."

That questioning made me doubt what Fuyuhiko reassured me earlier about not blackmailing me. My fingers ran over the soft fur of the now sleeping Devas as I thought. The idea of just blindly trusting a Yakuza's verbal "promise" sounded stupid to anyone with common sense. . . but I haven't had any of that for a few days now, so there's no point in getting some now.

And sure, we could discuss the potentially lethal repercussions of everything I just did to Fuyuhiko that will bite me in the ass tomorrow, but is this really the time?~ I hardly think so.~ Right now was the time for answering my brother with an unhealthy amount of confidence, considering the kind of answer I was giving.

"Yeah.~ It was.~"

This part was short too, but I hope you enjoyed it!~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1

Part 2

As you can see, I love Katakuri-Kun from One Piece.~ Best Boi.~ Also kinda learned how to draw muscles.~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 1

Key:

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Found out about combat dancing and Baby Gangsta literally popped into my head because he would think this is hella cool, probably.~ Also, I'm like 80% sure that the parts that get into MC's past isn't angst, just regular old sad, but correct me if I'm wrong!~

Part 2

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Music is a delicate art form.

    A symphonic concoction of basses, trebles, and mid-tones that has the ability to make or break some people's moods. It can make you sad, mad, energized, sleepy, happy, content, loved, and everything in between by either the harmonic beat or the meaningful words.

    For me, it's a lifestyle and everything I do that can be done with music is done so. You'll always find me with some way of listening to music, such as: my studio headphones on one ear, listening to music alone, the same headphones with the ear cups turned outward to play my music aloud, or a simple set of quality earbuds.

    Going old school most of the time, I always sport a small (F/C) (Favorite Color) SanDisk MP3 Player equipped with a 128 GB MicroSD card so I don't run my phone battery down all the time. Also, an MP3 player is small and light enough to stay on my person while I dance.

    Technically, you're supposed to buy music and then download music to it buuuut there are plenty of conversion sites that say otherwise. Like the law cares about a few thousand pirated songs when there is a literal SHSL Yakuza, SHSL Biker Gang Leader, and SHSL Serial Killer running around here they could be arresting. Or as I like to call them, the "Baby", "Cornhead", and "Yandere" respectively.~

But only in my head.

They're kinda scary.

    I consider myself an ambivert that's relatively chill with everyone, I don't bother you, you don't bother me. If I had to dub someone my "friend" in the entire class, I would have to say Gundham Tanaka, I suppose. We share things in common. School is a loose concern to me since I have my dancing to focus on; that is what they recruited us for so we should be focusing on our talents more than whether x needs to be solved or not.

    Besides, my dance style is a mix of hip hop and capoeira (an Afro-Brazilian martial art that combines elements of dance, acrobatics and music), making it that much harder. It's base, Taiji (a Chinese martial art), requires a strong upper and lower body in order to perform the capoeira moves like they're supposed to be done, which takes a long time to build up. To an untrained eye, it may just seem like I'm doing fast paced spins and high kicks mixed with street dancing, but if you were to get in the way of me spin kicking, you would be knocked back 10 feet and sporting a broken something.

    Just as the generalized title of "combat dancing" entails, it's mainly a form of alluring fighting. When a trained martial artist, like my underclassman, Sakura, watches me dance, they see the muscle movement and intense power my seemingly soft body hides. It's a subtle, yet powerful form of fighting that incorporates the best art form, in my opinion, music.

    Practicing is done almost anywhere I can without hurting anyone but also where people can see me since I've noticed many like to watch me in curiosity. Which brings me to where I am now: training. Or least wanting to. You see, the court yard is the perfect place to practice established moves, train, and try out new combo moves since the grass cushions my inevitable falls.

(Ignore my horrible attempt at picture altering.~ I overlayed the clothes different colors and colored the gloves gray.~ And don't mind that she's pinkish, I was having fun.~)

    Generally, I try to wear clothes that are fitted and breathable, but also stylish without being too revealing. . . which results in me wearing carefully selected, Korean style clothing. Apparently the Koreans dance more than Japanese, which makes a lot of sense since we're kinda boring, but it's still inconvenient. Muscle is apparently something they don't account for, though, since I'm a large; what are they doing, marketing to skeletons??

Anyways, moving on.~

    Back to wanting to train in the court yard; there's someone in my usual spot. Remember how I said that I called Fuyuhiko, the SHSL Yakuza, "Baby"?

Well, Baby is in my training spot.

    Now, I've never actually talked to the guy, but he seems like his scary attitude is all a facade and whatnot, the tsundere type, though that doesn't mean I want anything to do with the yakuza. I like my life a bit more than death by my own stupidity, thank you. Nothing against him, just his title, though he is kinda cute.

    I was weighing my options as I stood from afar, watching him and Peko interact over her phone on the park bench. The main one to be cautious of was her since I knew she was skilled with her shinai, even if it was only bamboo; also, I don't like fighting people with my talent. Not anymore. The cold chill that ran down my back told me that she had noticed me staring already, although it was more of an absent gaze while I thought about how much I wanted to put up with today. I'll just ask, the worst he'll do is to tell me to fuck off in which I promptly will do so to a different tree.

    Before I could even open my mouth and say something as I got close, Fuyuhiko, who had seen me advancing lazily towards them and was already glaring at me, spoke up.

"Oi, what the fuck do you want, bitch?"

'Oh joy. I'm a bitch now.'

    Having to force myself not to roll my eyes out of habit, I just loosely gesture to the tree with my gloved hand before speaking in a drawled voice. I felt a bit tested by his degrading tone which is not what I thought would happen since I deal with Twogami all the time.

"Uh, just came to ask your highness if he and Peko could uh maybe move from my training spot?~"

    A small smile barely lifted the corners of my lips as I slightly mocked the yakuza boy. Even if it was a small name, it still did the trick in eliciting him to stand up quickly in front of me. His face was almost in mine since I was near his height while slouched.

"What the hell did you just call me?! Do you know who I am?!"

"Yeah, someone who doesn't train and is in my training spot, so is that a yes or no?" He had grabbed a fistful of my fitted, purple shirt at this point, and I tensed up at the sudden contact, but kept staring at him with only a hint of annoyance showing by my furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuyuhiko, please wait," 'A new player enters the game.'

    My (e/c) irises glide from the angry, blonde Pomeranian to the calmer, gray wolf behind him that was still seated. We shared a gaging once over look to try and ascertain each other's hostility. 'This is a little interesting.' Peko stood up but didn't move close; she didn't seem worried. I wonder why.

"Fuyuhiko, this is a girl from our class, (Y/N). She is the Ultimate Combat Dancer,"    

    Fuyuhiko, still wrinkling my perfectly good shirt, glanced at her for a second, probably wondering why she was saying this.

"Fucking and?! I can beat her up anyways if she keeps talking shit!"

    How weird, now that I was the object of his anger, Fuyuhiko didn't seem all that scary, actually he was a bit adorable with his little angry face, but his personality made me. . . uncomfortable. But despite that, his body language was relatively easy to read. Just by his jerky movements, flitting eyes, and stiff, not tense, muscles, I could tell: 'He's forcing it.'

"Hey, I don't wanna fight, hun, just train. Also, it would be nice if you stopped wrinkling my shirt, please and thank you," Adding a bit of sweetness to my tone, I held myself back from removing his hand myself. I don't like touching people, especially not in these situations.

    Peko looked at Fuyuhiko's angered form for a few moments with a searching gaze before going back to analyzing me like a fellow opponent. 'Oh boi-'

"What do you do to train?" She asked, leaving no room in her commanding voice for me to decline answering. Also, in my position with her cute, angered puppy being this close to strangling me, it would not have been in my best interest to not answer at all either.

    So I loosely answered the question with a reply that may or may not have been entirely accurate.

"Y'know, usual dance training stuff. Some punchy-punches, a couple o' kicky-kicks, maybe one or two swishity-swishes around in the air with my feet. Standard stuff." 'Dumb. As. Fuck.' I was lying to a boy who could have me killed by nightfall and a girl whose regular stare was about ice me over. What a thrill!~

'I regret everything.'

"Stop fucking around and answer her damn question, bitch!!"

    That was apparently the second straw that broke the already dead camel's back, and now I could see Fuyuhiko pulling his arm back to punch me in the jaw. 'Sigh, I hate this, why am I so stupid? There are plenty of other trees around here! But I just had to be special and want this fucking one. Way to go me.' Peko made no move to stop him, seemingly already resigned to my fate, but I was not gonna stand here and let a baby clock me. I had dignity. It's somewhere in my bed and under my covers, but I knew I had it so that was enough reason to react.

    Without any effort, after years of training and practice, I swiftly swerve my head back and out of his little fist's line of trajectory, followed closely by me pivoting on my left foot while my right leg swung straight up in the air. It passed right between me Fuyuhiko, breaking his grip on my shirt, before I landed in a squatted stance facing away from them. My hat fell off. I just stared at it on the ground blankly. 'I think I'll go hang out with Gundham for a little in the barn.'

"Don't touch me, please." Is all I said in a flat tone before promptly walking away just as lazily as I had came, leaving my hat on the ground. Neither of my hands left my pockets.

'I'm tired.'

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Fuyuhiko's POV:

'What the hell was that?'

    All I could do was watch as (Y/N) walked away from me, uncaring like she didn't just dodge my punch and break my hold on her in less than 20 seconds. I didn't know what happened until she was already walking away and the shock blocked all energy I would've had to yell or go after her. Turning slowly to look at Peko, I could see she was on edge with her shinai out and ready to use. Guess she didn't anticipate what that bitch did either.

"You saw that too, right Peko? She just fucking dodged my punch and kicked my hand away!" Anger started to simmer back into me. 'Who the fuck does she think she is?! Nobody does. . whatever the hell that was to the Ultimate Yakuza, and gets away with it!'

"Young master, please do not get too upset yet. May I see your hand? I want to see if she hurt you."

Despite my entire being wanting to go find where she slunk off to, Peko's concerned voice reigned my anger in. I sighed before giving her my hand and slumping back down on the bench. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt despite it just being kicked. Peko's calloused yet slender hands gently held mine and turned them around for inspection. It was getting weirdly long.

"Peko? I don't think there's anything wrong, it doesn't hurt, what are you-?"

"That's the thing, young master, there are no abrasions, bruises, or even redness of a soft hit at all. It is strange because it looked like she swung her foot up on your fist to disconnect it from her shirt. Did you feel her kick you?" Her piercing red eyes switched from examining my hand to questioning my gold ones as I thought.

'I never did feel her foot connect with my hand, just her leg coming between her chest and my hand and. . oh shit!' I had just realized where my hand was. 'My knuckles were basically pressed into her chest! She didn't even flinch, what the hell?!' By now, I'm sure my entire face was red at my own thoughts which made Peko fret.

"Y-Young master?! Are you okay, did she hit you somewhere else?!"

    Sneering at myself for getting so embarrassed like this, I jumped up from the bench to snatch (Y/N)'s abandoned hat off of the ground.

"Let's go f-find that bitch!!" Is all I could say before storming off in the same direction (Y/N) went with Peko presumably following after.

'Fucking girls!!'

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Your POV:

'Gosh, what an awful fucking idea that was. The way he aggressively handled me-'

'(Y/N), GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!! IF YOU DON'T, SOMETHING BAD MIGHT JUST HAPPEN AT HOME!!'

'There were things Gundham and I had in common...'

    A tired sigh slipped through my lips as I approach the barn where I could already hear Gundham's familiarly eccentric, deep voice talking to the animals. This guy was, oddly enough, one of the only people I considered normal. At least according to my standards which might not say much because my standards were fucked up loooong ago. Hearing his yelling that was apparently directed at the goat, Kazu, brought a small smile to my lips as I slid open the door.

"No, you all-eating fiend! My scarf is NOT fit for your consumption!! Release your deathly grip at once or I shall- STOP CHEWING!!"

    Seeing Gundham Tanaka, the oh so "Forbidden One" playing a game of tug-o-war with a hungry, brown goat was the funniest thing I could see right now. All previous thoughts of anything that just happened were pushed out of mind as I laughed to announce my presence. My laughter apparently caught the human player off guard, allowing the goat to tug him forward and onto the hay covered floor. This obviously elicited further laughter that I couldn't not ensue at this point.

    Using one hand to take off my camouflage, crossbody backpack and toss it on the pile of hay to the left, I outstretched the other to reach down and pick "the ruler of Hell" off the floor. He was light for me and my hands barely touched him for long while bringing him to his feet. Even though we're comfortable with each other, we still respect each other's boundaries; which, for us, still means little to no touching unless needed or requested 

The Oreo haired boy huffed and glared sideways at the goat that was watching us while enjoying the remainder of his portion of Gundham's now torn scarf. He mumbled "ancient" curses under breath while dusting himself off before turning his attention towards me, a little more calmed down.

"Hello, child of Terpsichore! What brings you to my domain here upon the schooling grounds? Is this not the hour of which you ritually practice your dark art of rhythmic combat?"

    Something that never made sense was how people couldn't decipher the Ultimate Breeder's speech, he isn't that hard to understand. As long as you have a grasp of diverse vocabulary, all he does is reform his sentence structure differently than most people. Though, I still don't know who 'Terpsichore' is, so I should look it up to make sure he's not calling me a demon or something. He called me 'Ares' once just because I killed a big spider on my desk, like I was just gonna let it crawl all over me with it little fucking spider paws! Fuck. No. Unfortunately my lack of knowledge in Greek mythology allowed him to keep calling me that until I looked it up, and threatened to return him to Hell with my fists if he didn't stop.

"Yeah, but plans change sometimes. Life has its own plan." 'Bull. Shit.'

Gundham stopped and eyed me with a narrowed gaze. Taking a step towards me, he looked me over fully before staring into my eyes, which I averted quickly. That was all he needed to see.

"Do not spew your dirty lies towards me, for I know and see all! Tell me the truth of why you are not practicing your dark arts, lest I cast a spell that forces it out!" 'Fuck-'

He sounded threatening but this was his way of being concerned. I mean, I wasn't entirely trying to hide it since I knew he was bound to pick up on my forced behavior. Having people that cared was troublesome sometimes.

A soft sigh brought on a sudden tiredness as I let my half smile fade to a neutral position, and my body freefall backwards into the hay where my backpack was. Gundham said nothing more and quietly sat beside me, albeit a bit more gracefully, to wait for me to answer him. Thinking back on the whole conversation between Fuyuhiko, Peko, and I made me cringe as more unwanted memories resurfaced. This silent reaction only made Gundham furrow his eyebrows more.

"Are you-?"

"Memories suck. Like a bitch."

My blunt tone and sudden interruption seemed to have taken him aback for a second before he went back to, most likely, silently worrying. He stayed quiet for longer this time, waiting for me to continue. Guess I should do that then.

But the world decided that wasn't happening just yet. Yay!~

"Aha! There she is! I knew she'd be here with that fucking weirdo!"

'Oh joy, the object of my pain.'

Unconsciously, I clenched my hands and jaw in slight anger that he had the audacity to come after me. What did he want from me, a fucking fried dough cookie? I could hear the stomps of the Pomeranian growing closer and just barely the soft steps of Miss Wolf behind him as I forced myself to sit up, probably looking like a hot mess right now.

Being the dramatic yet observant person he is, Gundham bounded up from his spot on the hay to act as a human barrier between me and the duo who stopped at his sudden interference.

"Halt! Your disgusting presence is not welcome in this peaceful domain! Leave before true hell descends upon you both with the wrath of a thousand suns!!" This made Baby mad. Heh.

"Move the fuck out of the way, bastard! I'm here because of her, not you, now scram! Or else I'll take you out first!"

Peko chimed in, much quieter than her puppy, "(Y/N) we would like to speak to you."

"Fuahahahahaha!~ I would like to see you try and lay a single filthy finger on the child of Terpsichore or I, the Forbidden One, for we have traversed and conquered Hell many times over!! So do your worst, mortal!~"

Even if I couldn't see him, I was sure his 'try me bitch' face was being worn. He was so sweet sometimes. Though. . . what Fuyuhiko was trying to do for the second time today was not so sweet.

And it made my blood boil.

Once again, this proclaimed Yakuza raised his fist in a way to settle things with violence. Same as earlier. The only difference was that Peko tried to stop it with words, but he wasn't listening.

'My turn.'

Feeling my anger surge up after all this time of repressing it from both what happened earlier and my brought up past, I couldn't stop it. He was about to hurt my only true "friend". I knew Gundham could take care of himself, but that rational thought had no place in my frenzy of momentary bloodlust.

My whole body rolled onto my back as I popped myself off the ground and onto my feet. I was sure everyone could feel my change in demeanor. Good.

Gundham, unsurprisingly, avoided the punch and stepped back. At seeing me on my feet now, in a hostile stance, he tried to stop me as Peko did with Fuyuhiko.

"Knight, you must not let your rage consume you! The object of your fury holds less worth than a cockroach!"

"Fuck off. He's dead. He should have learned his lesson earlier."

At hearing my fuming reply to Tanaka, a harsh contrast to my lazy voice from our first encounter, Peko quickly got between Fuyuhiko and I with her shinai out.

"Stop. I will not hesitate to fight you. No one will hurt my young master."

Without thinking, I started attacking the swordswoman with her doing the same but probably with more sensibility. A fast and hard high kick was sent towards her head, consecutively followed by another. My movements were fluid as every individual stance flowed into each other seamlessly; unfortunately each potential strike was blocked by my opponents' shinai skillfully, allowing no hits to land.

"Baby should have thought of that before he started swinging!"

"Leave Peko alone, you're mad at me, right?!"

She was holding back, I could feel only the flat edge of her shinai coming in contact with my legs, feet, and arms. No offense attacks from her yet, only defense.

"Why is violence your only answer?! Stop being a coward!"

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything about me, bitch!"

Every further word I yelled made my movements heavier. My grief harder to hold in. I wasn't just fighting because of Fuyuhiko, and who I was actually fighting was starting to become a blurred concept.

"You can't punch your way out of every situation! I told you not to touch me! You don't listen!"

My legs gave out underneath me for a fake fall backwards to avoid Peko's thrust at my head, her first offensive attack, which I quickly turned into a tornado kick by springing back onto my hands. The sudden turnaround allowed me to knock her weapon away since she didn't expect the transition.

"I understand you are upset, (Y/N), but please control yourself! You can not let your past poison the potential your future holds!"

"You can't hurt him anymore!" I screamed with a breaking, dry voice at no one in particular anymore as I land onto one foot and keep the other in the air.

    Our ending stances had me with my left foot positioned in the air, poised right at her neck, and my knee bent so at any moment I could strike a final blow. The stance left me balancing on my right foot, something I've done with ease for years now. . . but this time I fell. All the different emotions brought up today made me weak all of a sudden and collapse straight to the floor on my back. My brother rushed forward, kneeling at my side as he gingerly moved me to be propped up against his legs. Rasping sobs filled in the sudden quiet, save for the rustling of the animals in the barn. Everyone was focused on me.

"Hey. . . is she okay?"

    I could feel Gundham's body stiffen at Fuyuhiko's voice of sudden concern. Through blurry eyes and starting tears, I saw the glower he gave the short boy.

"Leave, Fuyuhiko and Peko."

    The addressed stayed silent as I only heard the light footsteps of Peko move to the right to retrieve her shinai immediately before accompanying Fuyuhiko's louder, more hesitant, steps out of the barn.

    Gundhams' attention returned to me with a much softer and rumbling tone as his oncoming deep voice soothed my aching body and mind.

"(Y/N). Are you okay, dear sister?"

    He didn't address the elephant in the room. Yet. I knew eventually I'd have to explain how I got so angry and why I was acting out from memories of our childhood but. . . for now I just wanted to be comforted. All I could do was shake my head truthfully as my sobs grew louder and more ragged. Rambles of apologies spilled from my quivering lips as I turned into his stomach to hide my tear and sweat stained face from his view.

    As usual, he stayed silent, and let me cry. His left hand held me up a little as he moved to sit with his legs criss-crossed before lowering me back down and joining his right hand in stroking my hair. It was a mess, just like the rest of me, but he didn't care. He only stayed there and held me as I sobbed and allow his familiar presence to lull me into a tight sense of security I rarely felt.

"I understand. Take your time. I'll be here until you feel better for nothing could tear me away from your side." I followed his advice.

'Sometimes having someone to care about you isn't so bad.'

I am SO sorry that I didn't update this yesterday like I said I would!~ I work across two phones but I don't always have them both and the picture of the clothing near the beginning was on one phone and I couldn't get it- ANYWAY! Enough excuses, and I hope you enjoy this first part and get ready for the second one coming soon, hopefully tomorrow OR maybe later tonight as an apology, we'll see!~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 2

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 2

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Fuyuhiko's POV:

"Young master, that was very reckless and you should not have attacked Gundham-"

"She shouldn't have called me 'your highness' and 'baby' before! And how was I supposed to know that she would be so upset about me attacking Gundham? Also, why the fuck did she just start crying?! Nothing she did adds up, Peko, so how could I have predicted any of this shit?!"

Peko sighed to herself, probably tired of my yelling. I was maybe the one wrong here, to a degree, but I wasn't going to admit that.

"I have some observations that may help explain all of these recent events. To begin, if you listened to what (Y/N) was saying while we were fighting, at some point it did not seem like she was talking towards you anymore. From what I can tell, you reminded her of something, or someone, from her past. She was also very protective of Gundham, despite only having know him for a semester and half, even saying, "You can't hurt him anymore," despite you never having got the chance to touch him,"

This was fucking annoying. Who knew just sitting somewhere new during free period would turn into this shit show? This girl confused me and seeing how she was in tears when we left, I felt a bit. . . "bad" for making her remember her past since I know all to well about that. It made my throat unintentionally dry just thinking about the fear her face wore, like she wasn't seeing Peko or hearing me anymore, but someone who's hurt her. . .

"Uh, that all? Anything else you notice?" Hearing Peko's analysis made me curious about a few things.

"Well, there was something else that was bugging me when I heard it and I was going to question it until we were told to leave. I'm sure you noticed part of it, but Gundham seemed awfully worried about (Y/N), even going so far as to call her by her actual name rather than the titles he calls people by compared to their "power level". Also, he called her "Knight" which seems to be a fairly high ranking to him. I deduce that they know each other more than they let on and have maybe been through something together."

Damn, I didn't notice any of that shit. I was too busy watching the fight and yelling back obscenities to (Y/N). All I knew is she was upset about what I did, that maybe I was wrong for doing, and tried to attack me. Jeez, now I felt confused! Damn these shitty feelings! Letting out an angered growl, I closed my eyes to think about everything Peko just said. 'Been through something together? It did seem like she was fighting someone. Maybe she used to be a part of a gang or illegal fight ring? She does have a unique fighting style, she was able to disarm Peko. Gundham probably knows about it.'

"Wait, what's (Y/N)'s last name?"

Peko paused walking and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I. . . do not know, to be honest. I just realized I have never found out that information until you brought it up. She has always introduced herself as just "(Y/N)", even the teachers only call her by her first name."

'Interesting. Unknown last name?'

"Lets search her up when we get home. I want to know what's so scary that she drops to the floor like a pile of bricks, and why she seemingly doesn't have a last name. It could be useful."

    Peko didn't say anything but nodded as I grinned to myself and picked back up walking towards the front gate, carrying that black hat.

~☆~

The moment we got home, I went straight to my office with Peko so we could get started. She sat at my desk and I pulled up a chair to read over her shoulder as she searched.

"I shall first bring up her school profile. It should at least show her last name," Nodding, I watched as Peko hacked into the school's private server and sifted through the student profiles. After going through our upper classmen, we finally got to our class and found (Y/N)'s profile. 'There's no fucking last name?!'

"What the fuck? Where's her last name? How could the school not know when they seem to know every other goddamn thing about us?!"

This was getting frustrating already.

"She could have requested to have that information withheld, and the headmaster would have done it with a viable enough reason. You know how he is and how he likes to make sure his students are safe and comfortable," I rolled my eyes.

"Well that doesn't sound shady as hell at all! Let's search her name through our servers, see if it pops up anywhere," With that instruction, Peko nodded and started typing away furiously on the keyboard. Knowing this might take a little, I sat back in my chair and thought about this now mysterious girl: (Y/N).

'The only other person I've heard of as being on par with Peko is Mukuro Ikusaba from class 78, the Ultimate Soldier. She was also just as mysterious until one her fellow classmates, Kyoko Kirigiri, dug up her information. Does that mean (Y/N) is better than them both, or just that she just has a different skill set that works efficiently on the defense or against armed attacks? Maybe (Y/N) was also part of that group that Ikusaba was a few years ago, the Wolves? Combat dancing. . . I should look into that too.' Before I could ponder anything else, Peko's stern voice brought me back to reality.

"Young master, I believe I have found something that may be of interest to you," At hearing this, I quickly leaned in to look at the article on the screen. It was posted on a yami ichi (Japanese black market) forum for a well know illegal fighting ring. The heading read, "Real Life Korean Tengu Fights Against the Best Fighters Underground. . . And Wins!".

"Real life Tengu? Isn't a Tengu a type of yokai (a japanese spirit) that fights against bad people?" 'I thought they were just myths.'

"Close. They are said to only fight people who they deem as badly behaved souls and send them to faraway places. They are only myths, though, so Tengu must be a stage name for the person in the picture," Now that she mentioned it, there was a picture of a young looking female in all black, Korean style clothing with a red dog mask covering her face.

"Korean clothing? Does that mean this person is from an immigrant from Korea?"

"Or they wear dance clothes ordered from Korea." This lit up a lightbulb for me.

"(Y/N) was wearing Korean style dance clothes. Does that mean she's this so called Tengu just because of her clothing choices?"

Peko stayed quiet for a moment while she read the rest of the article. I studied the picture further, noticing a bulky figure behind the winning female. He seemed to be holding her by the shoulder as he smiled leeringly at the prize money she was holding.

'Who is that-?'

"According to the article, this "Tengu" fighter said this statement: "I shall rid the world of all that is evil. On behalf of the ones who cannot protect themselves, I shall send these fiends to the faraway place of hell where I know the justice is served as hot as the fires that will damn their souls". She fought for 2 years under the supervision of her father, defeating the top fighters of the underground, before they both disappeared from the rings."

"Reminds me of that serial killer, Sparkle Justice, or some shit, that Sonia did a presentation over a while back. But more so, it sounds an awful like how Gundham talks, wouldn't you say? It would make sense if he knew about this part of her past since they seem close, right? He did yell something about "not letting her past poison her future" earlier," Once again, silence answered my questions and speculations.

"If you put together what we've learned about the Tengu fighter that disappeared after only 2 years of fighting despite being the champion, and the behavior displayed by (Y/N) today. . . I feel there might be a connection. I will do further research for confirmation and more details, so why don't you get some rest?" Although hesitant, I knew Peko would insist to stay to do this since she seemed to want to solve this mystery we've stumbled upon. Reluctantly, I just nodded and started walking back to my room.

"Fine, but don't stay up too late and if you get too tired to go back to your room, use my spare futon in the closet."

"Yes, thank you, young master,"

I grumbled at the title as I walked back to my room. Stupid thoughts swirled around in my mind as I walked down the hall in the orange, dying rays of the sun.

'Why is she so interesting? Damn bitch has me scrambling around for clues! I'm not spending any resources on her! I'll just gonna go up to her and ask her tomorrow!'

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Your POV:

"I'm fine, Gundham, I can handle myself today."

"Your words fall on deaf ears for I know the Knight of Dance, and she too, sometimes, requires protection from evil forces. Not every battle must be fought alone."

"That was yesterday, I can handle myself just fine today. If I see Fuyuhiko then I'll just walk away."

"If I am not mistaken, you attend all but one of your classes with him, correct?" I stay silent.

"Then I guess I'm skipping today with the rebel kids," And with that statement I abruptly changed course from heading to my first hour of Economics to the right towards one of the exits to the courtyard. Gundham stopped and chased after my uncaring form.

"(Y/N), stop attempting to fight your adversaries by yourself! It is not weak to have the help of others from fortnight to fortnight! I am more than dependable now to help you shoulder your burdens!"

His voice was trying to be stern but I could hear the slight desperation edging in towards the ends of his sentence. He was hurt I wasn't letting him help, as usual. I knew he meant well and wanted only to help but I didn't need help. I. . . don't need it.

"But you shouldn't have to. It's my fault I'm in this mess, and I can get myself out. You can focus on yourself, bro," Not wanting to continue this argument, I suddenly darted to the left in a sprint. Quickly making it to the end of the hall and rounding the corner, I almost crashed into a familiar face.

    Hearing his gasp of surprise before I about collided with him alerted me, and my left leg shot out to kick myself off of the wall to avoid him. Landing crouched and a hand on the floor to steady myself, I internally groaned as I saw who it was. Just my luck.

"(Y/N)-Sama! Are you okay?" My underclassman, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, took a step towards me in concern before I stood up and let out a sigh. I am all too familiar with this spiky haired boi. Taka and Mondo frequently stopped by my usual practice spots to watch me dance last semester and eventually we kind of grew to be friends. Concerning the blazing Moral Compass, it took the longest time of reassuring, blushing on his part, and 10 too many study sessions (there were about 20 total) to get acquainted enough to convince him to call me by my first name, though he still uses the honorific. He always pressed for my last name but eventually gave up when his fellow underclassman, Mondo Owada, talked to him about it per my request. Mondo and I were cool.

"Uh, yeah, hun. Just heading to class," The tardy bell rang through the halls, making me wince. "Guess I'm now "just heading" to detention now. . ?"

A sigh from him as he straightens up and takes out his pink slip notepad resigns me to my fate.

"It pains me to have to give one of my respected upper class-men, and friends, a detention slip, but no one is above the school rules. Since I do not know if you were running in the hall or just walking fast, I shall omit that,"

He holds out the thin paper, red eyes blazing with authority making me shrink a bit even though I was older and knew that was just how he was. Those same piercing eyes watched me carefully as I took it gingerly and looked to the side under his pinning gaze. His eyebrows furrow.

"Is there something troubling you, (Y/N)-Sama? You seem a bit worn, if I may say. Are you getting enough sleep?" Those questions and his genuine concern made me guilty for having to lie. I didn't want to get my innocent little freshman friend mixed up in anything, though; he obviously had a bright future ahead of him, unlike me.

"Nah, I'm fine, just practiced too much yesterday. Also, I've never been to detention so I'm a bit nervous,"

"Hm, well I suppose you should start managing your time better, which I am happy to help with anytime! Also, since this is your first offense, you only have to spend 30 minutes there! It is in room 2B, and starts 10 minutes after the last bell, do not be late!" And with that, he bowed to me and walked away.

Another tired sigh sounds from me as I decide to just go to class. 'I can ignore Fuyuhiko for 5 hours, right?'

~☆~

'Once again I was fucking wrong.'

It was only second period, Algebra II, and I couldn't focus with that damn Pomeranian's stare on me! I had one earbud in while doing my class work but I could see him out of the corner of my eye on the other side of the room glancing at me frequently. He seemed upset with me still. Why? No one knows why babies do things and this was no different.

Finally, I finished my work and put my head down until the bell rang, and the minute it did I was already out of the door. I could hear people letting out voices of protest to being shoved by someone, and one could only guess who it was. To avoid getting to class early and giving him the chance to talk to me, I purposely went down a few unneeded halls, swerving between students expertly, until I got to my next class right as the bell rang. Fuyuhiko came in a few seconds later, staring me down as he slipped into his seat. I'm already tired.

    This unsaid game of tag continued the rest of the day until lunch came around and I had to figure out how to avoid Fuyuhiko for half an hour without moving around the whole time. Then, like a godsend, I heard the solution to my temporary problem: a country accent and the arrogant, high pitched voice that always accompanies it.

    It made me smile as I also remembered I had a bag of American gummy worms in my backpack. Hearing Fuyuhiko's voice closing in behind me, I sped through the crowd until I popped up beside the "mother hen" of my class.

"Mahiru! Nice to see you, doll."

    My sudden appearance and dull voice startled the addressed girl as she whipped her head towards me.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's been a while since we've talked, nice to see you too!" She gave me one of her pretty smiles with a head tilt as I just nodded my head back. I could see Hiyoko getting frustrated with me for taking away Mahiru's attention away, and mentally prepared myself for any insults.

"What, you don't wanna see me, cloudy? So mean! " Of course, her nickname was referring to the absent look I wore on my face most of the time, like my head was in the clouds which it usually is. I kept myself from rolling my eyes and instead sighed dramatically.

"Wow, that really hurts, Hiyoko.~ Of course I wanna see my favorite traditional dancer, but what's with the name?~ And here I was gonna give away these American gummy worms by Haribo to someone.~" Pulling the yellow bag from my pocket, I gave an 'oh well' look while swinging them around.

    When she saw the bag her eyes widened before reaching over and snatching them away from me. Looking from the bag to me with a newfound attitude made me smile a little.

"Forget what I said a second ago, you're totally nice, cloudy!~ How about you sit with us for lunch?~"

    Mahiru let out a nervous laugh at Hiyoko's mood swing but agreed with the suggestion which I happily obliged to. Just as I was about to verbally accept, I felt a small hand grip my arm tightly and yank me back. The sudden and harsh touch made me stiffen, and immediately resist by putting a foot behind me to pull out of the grip that eventually let me go. I already knew who it was before I turned around.

    Fuyuhiko's angered little face was screwed up as he stood there glaring at me. I took more steps back, unwillingly becoming scared. At seeing my face, Mahiru and Hiyoko turned around and immediately got upset. Of course, I knew this was going to happen so I let the distaste these 3 had for each other do the talking.

"Hey! What's the big idea with yankin' on (Y/N) like that, Fuyuhiko?! You have no manners!"

"Yeah, you can't just go around pulling on people whenever you like, idiot! I know you're a gangster but have a little bit of human decency!" The two girls attacking him verbally only made him more upset.

"Shut the hell up, you bitches, I need to talk to that fucker!" His harsh voice had me flinching a little into myself but I tried to hide it. 'Fuuuck, this is not how it's supposed to go. Don't let him get to you.' Fuyuhiko took a couple steps towards me but was stopped by Mahiru who stood in between us.

"Not with that attitude! Go away, I'm sure you hurt her anyways, so why would she want to talk to you now?" With her signature hands-on-her-hips gesture, the blonde hot head scoffed and switched his gaze back to mine that was glued to him. I'm sure he saw the fear darting around in my now miniscule irises, and the flighty position I held with one foot behind me in case I had to run. It seemed as if he were about to argue more with Mahiru, or even say something to me, before he stopped himself. His gaze slowly got less hostile and more thoughtful as he scrutinized me with a deepening brow. I looked away, trying to hide anything that I could have given away.

If I was looking at him, I would have seen him twitch his eye in confused annoyance before scoffing walking away.

"Whatever, I don't feel like dealing with these two. I'll find you later, idiot."

    With him gone, I finally relaxed and looked up again. Mahiru sighed alongside Hiyoko's groan of disdain. I straightened up again and fixed myself before they could notice anything was overly wrong.

"(Y/N), are you okay? I saw how he jerked you back like the farm animal he is!" My country friend returned back to her natural, motherly tone as she reached towards my slightly bruised arm. Before she could touch me, though, I stepped to the side a bit with a small smile.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all.~ He's pretty weak compared to me.~" At hearing my jab to Fuyuhiko's strength, Hiyoko started a tangent of her own insults as we finally made our way to the lunch room. 'Maybe I should have just stayed with Gundham today. . .'

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Sorry that this update is shorter than my last ones!~ One, I was busy this past weekend, two, I got to the character limit for a post on Tumblr, Ha, and three, I've been doing some drawing commissions for my friends.~ I'll update the last, juicy part right after this one.~ As usual, take care, dearies.~