A/N: Let's see… Sorry for the cussing in this fic, I know there might be an awful lot, but hey, they are in high school here… (like 16-17).
Okay, I took out the translations, so okay. Yeah. Some of the only Japanese words I used would be "-sensei" (meaning teacher), "-san" (suffix for respect, I believe) for when the teacher is referring to students and when people are first meeting each other, and I used "-kun" (no translation… ^^;;) for only Rei.
Takaishi Yuta is Fuka's ex-boyfriend! Keep that in mind, please!
Don't own Kodomo no Omocha, it belongs to Miho Obana… ::starts sulking::
Hope you enjoy this and please R/R!
BTW, everyone is slightly OOC here… well, okay, they are way OOC!
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"Hey, didja hear? Kurata Sana is going to take a long break before doing another movie!" Whispers broke among the boys as they huddled over a magazine.
"You guys are such morons," snickered the famous actor, Kamura Naozumi, who brushed away his purple hair from his sparkling blue eyes. "She's only taking a break from hungry guys like you who camp out in front of her house."
"Not my problem if she's sexy, rich, and famous," smirked Laiier Kirk, who happened to be love making everyone feel miserable. "Just trying to score a date with her, here. Besides, how would you know?"
"You forget, I'm a close friend of hers."
"Yeah right, the last time we were talking about her, you were wishing to meet her!" a guy from the back yelled. Naozumi colored slightly and was about to shout back a dirty reply when the teacher, Tejuki-sensei, walked in.
"Alright now class, settle down," Tejuki-sensei told his class. "We have a new student today." he gestured towards the door. The door opened and someone walked in. An orange/brownish-haired boy (A/N: think Rurouni Kenshin's hair color!) with brown eyes, walked in. Wearing a loose shirt and baggy pants, it was hard to tell if the boy was skinny or not. Skeptical looks came from everyone.
"This is Yamaaki Keiichi. Let us welcome Yamaaki-san." (A/N: Okay, bear with me about the names, okay? The name Keiichi has no relation to Ah! Megami-Sama!'s Keiichi and Yamaaki is pronounced as the way it is written, 'Ya-ma-a-ki')
"Welcome to Miburo Academy, the high school for boys and boys only," everyone half/sighed, half/chanted together. Keiichi blinked and nodded slowly.
Tejuki-sensei nodded approvingly. "Well, Yamaaki-san, please sit in front of Hayama-san. Hayama-san, please raise your hand." Keiichi scanned the classroom for the hand and found nothing. Tejuki-sensei sighed and motioned Keiichi to follow him.
Walking to the back, Keiichi watched as Tejuki-sensei took the earphones off a boy whose eyes were closed. They snapped open and glared at the teacher. "I remind you, Hayama-san, the school doesn't allow electronics during class. Now, we have a new student and do treat him with respect. Yamaaki-san, this is your seat."
Nodding, Keiichi sat in the empty seat, the sensation of fear growing into him senses as he felt everyone's eyes on him. Guess I should have listened to Rei-kun when he declared I should be home-schooled.
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"That new kid is weird," Naozumi commented, picking at his udon.
"I feel sorry for him," a brown-haired, glasses-wearing boy [Tsuyoshi] replied. "Look at him."
"I know how that feels," sighed a black-haired (which was spiked) boy, Takaishi Yuta, "I was new here before too."
"Why don't we go sit with him?" suggested Naozumi.
"Fine by me."
"No objections here," added Yuta. The three picked up their trays and walked over to the new boy.
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::starting Sana/"Keiichi's" P.O.V::
The academy wasn't so bad, compared to the previous schools I've been too…
Being a teen actress isn't easy. Getting mobbed by reporters and fans; work all day long; you barely have time to eat good foods and see your family. My first school was the hardest. Trying out in a Jr.High public school made my life a living hell. All these guys tried to get a date and the girls were jealous; making me suffer each day, not being my friend and shoving me down all the time.
Trying again in the beginning of high school, I went to an all-girl academy. Well, let's just say the girls weren't better than the guys at my old school. Not that they were gay—they just wanted tips on becoming a star themselves and labeled me 'Vain' when I didn't say anything. Then they became like the girls at my old school—stealing my things, shoving me, getting me in trouble.
Now that I'm starting as a Junior, I'm so close to college—which Mama wished for me to go to (and then continue my acting career after that), Rei-kun and Mama decided it was time for me to start school again. Rei-kun suggested home-schooling, but I didn't want to be an outcast.
Not willing to let me live through what I lived through over, they decided to dress me up as a guy, wear a wig (which can't fall off, {unless if it was yanked off,} if I'm hopping or anything, they added some special glue @-@), and put a this super small machine thing that's clipped on my sports bra which can change my voice and make it deeper.
If I didn't have to act like a guy for 2 years, (maybe 4 more if I also go to college as a guy), it would've been cool.
"Eh-hem," someone cleared his throat.
"Huh?" All my thoughts cleared from my head as I saw 3 guys in front of me, grinning. They were all pretty cute, and I noticed that the purple-haired one was Kamura Naozumi, the teen actor.
"Can we sit here?" The one with glasses asked.
"You're more than welcome," I answered.
Their eyebrows all shot up. "Uh, didja your momma teach ya to be polite?" the black-haired asked.
"Uh… yes…" I replied nervously.
"Dude, we have a boy in crisis," announced Naozumi. "Okay, we are going to change you from a preppie, suit-wearing, polite-talking boy to one of us."
"One of us…?" I asked.
"Hell ya! You gotta talk like us, walk like us, dress like us, all that shit."
"Mind if I ask exactly why you're helping me? Not that I don't appreciate it," I added as a side note.
"Hey, we're always welcoming newcomers and makin' them cool and feared among this school."
"Yup, 'yoshi invited me, we invited 'kaishi," Naozumi said.
"Who's who?" My eyes were dotted.
"Takaishi Yuta, called 'kaishi for short," The black-haired said, his hand reaching forward. I shook it and a new hand snaked out.
"I'm 'yoshi, but my real name is Ohki Tsuyoshi—uh, I mean, Sasaki Tsuyoshi," the glasses boy corrected himself. "My parents just got divorced," he added sadly.
"Mine did too," I lied. Mama had adopted me and she never dated a guy in her whole life. But hey—this is Yamaaki Keiichi's parents we're talking about here.
"Oh," Naozumi commented. "Uh, well, I'm--"
"Kamura Naozumi, right?"
His face broke into a grin. "Yeah 'zumi for short—uh, just to let you know, I don't brag about my fame…"
"Me too," I said absent-mindedly. Catching my mistake, my eyes widened, "I mean, uh…"
Instead of looking at me weirdly, all three of them cracked up. "This guy is good," Yuta said.
"Thanks…" I frowned slightly, confused why they started laughing.
"Anyway, your first name is Keiichi, right?" Naozumi asked.
"Yes."
"Wait up—none of that 'yes' crap, okay? It's yeah, or ya, got it?" Tsuyoshi corrected.
"Ok…"
"And from now on, you're 'eiichi for short."
"Isn't that the same as Keiichi?"
"Yeah, but leaving out the 'K' makes it cooler, I guess, and also makes you one of us."
"Ok then…" I picked up one of my fries. "What else?"
"Well, being a boy is cool—ya can talk with yor mot fu witout get in truble," Yuta said, his mouth full of his cheeseburger. "Lookie at grls. I man, they get yed at four doin it."
"I can talk with my mouth full without getting in trouble, unlike girls?" I repeated.
"Yeh," he swallowed everything and grinned.
"Ah…" I chewed my fry and started to talk, "Lick dish?"
"Yup, ya got it!" Tsuyoshi nodded approvingly.
"By the way, don't sit so straight—kinda slouch a little and uh, open up your legs… we're no girls, we don't have to keep our legs closed."
Speak for yourself. I nodded and made sure I sat like he did.
"Next," Naozumi continued, "Ya gotta talk 'gangsta' talk, ya gotta cuss and shit."
"Okay…"
"Liar man," Yuta laughed. "It ain't no 'gangsta' talk, it's how we talk."
"True enough," Naozumi grinned.
"Let's see what else is there…" Tsuyoshi's eyebrows furrowed together. "Oh right, you need to meet someone else later—he's kinda the most feared boy in the whole school—the teachers are pissed at him and even the seniors are afraid of him and we're only juniors."
"So why do I need to meet him?"
"Cause he's our friend—and sorta our leader, I guess. We're feared by freshman's and sophomores, some juniors. No seniors and he's gone where no boy has gone before."
"Mmkay…" I said slowly. Are all guys this kooky?
"Mmkay?" Yuta asked.
"Just an expression I use…"
"Only the sexy actress Kurata Sana uses that expression," a new voice came up. My blood coiled at what they call me. I didn't appreciate the fact I was 'sexy'. Yuta, Naozumi, and Tsuyoshi groaned.
"I'm well aware of that," I replied, not looking back and picking up my burger.
"So why ya usin' it?" the guy asked.
"Why dontcha mind ya own fucking business?" I accidentally slipped out angrily. My new friends 'oooohed' and started to snicker, slapping each other on the backs. The guy growled and came forward, pushing me towards the table. I felt something cold on the back of my neck.
"Listen up, I'm the most feared boy out of the whole academy and--"
"Do rephrase that statement." A cool voice entered the new the small arena. A crowd of boys had formed, trying to sneak a peek. It was the golden-haired 'rebel' (who had a nice, well-built six-pack for a guy like him… actually, surprsingly, Yuta, Naozumi, and Tsuyoshi all had six packs… not so much that makes them look nasty, but good enough to make 'em look tough), that kept disrupting the class. He was definitely cute—but awfully terrible. His cool gaze looked at me and then at the guy behind me with the knife.
"Hayama-san, how nice of you to join us!" the guy said, straitening and dropping his knife, looking at 'Hayama-san' nervously. "I was just welcoming the new kid! And uh, well, what I meant was I'm the most feared boy in the whole academy of, uh, babies!" He backed up nervously, nearly touching my back as 'Hayama-san' walked closer.
He pulled up a chair and slouched down. "So, what's this? Taking in another refugee?"
"Yo, 'yama, we're sorry man. We forgot to meet ya--"
"I wasn't there myself," he interuppted calmly. "His name?"
"Weren't you payin' attention in class?" Yuta laughed. "It's Keiichi."
"So he's 'eiichi," he automatically said.
What the hell is up with all these names? I nodded slowly.
"That's Hayama Akito, the one we were talking about earlier," Tsuyoshi nodded towards the golden-haired boy. "We'd call him 'kito for short, but he doesn't like to get friendly."
Naozumi grinned. "Doesn't like to get friendly—ya make us sound gay 'yoshi. But ya, he won't accept 'kito, so we call 'yama for short from his last name."
"Mm—uh, Okay," I said, stealing a glance at Hayama. He didn't seem to mind that they were talking about him like that in front of him. He more interested in making the guy behind me more nervous.
"Laiier, aren't you going to go trotting into the kindergarden class and scaring the little kids with your ugly face?" he taunted. This guy, made a face and walked away, muttering things to his friends.
"Who was that?"
"That's Laiier Kirk. He moved from America over here, his mother was Japenese and when she died, his father came here with him, burying his mom in the back of their house, somewhere."
"O…kay…" I nervously picked up another fry and chewed it. The whole table gone silent and I realized they were all looking at the Hayama dude.
"What?" he asked expressionless.
"Nuttin'…" Yuta replied quickly.
"And it's quiet because…?" he asked.
"Uh… well, Laiier kinda ruined the mood and shit…" Naozumi said quietly.
"Feh." His gaze flickered my way again and then they looked out the window.
"So, um…" I started, unable to comprehend this silence. The whole café was quiet; the only sound heard was the chewing. "You guys like that girl, uh, Sana or something?"
Boom! That ignited a light in everyone. "Dude, she's awfully pretty and elegant!!" Yuta exclaimed. I secretly thanked him for not calling me sexy.
"Hell ya, if I wasn't with Aya, I think I'd be one of those screaming fans at her doors." Tsuyoshi laughed. "Just playing, I have too much pride."
"Aya…?" I asked hesitantly.
"Aya is his girl, Fuka is 'kaishi's. You'll meet them soon enough. Don't even think of flirting with them though, they'll kill ya." Naozumi nodded towards the two. I nodded with a half-smile.
"What do you think of Sana? Are you really her boyfriend like those reporters say?" I tested Naozumi. If he said yes, I'd give him a piece of my mind—when I could.
"Nah, I wish!" Naozumi put on a pained look. "I never even met her."
"Maybe you will," I shrugged.
"Ya think so?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, you're a star, she's a star—maybe you'll end up doing a movie together."
"Do you think she'll wanna be my girlfriend?!" Naozumi inquired excitedly.
"Don't look at me, I'm not a girl called Kurata Sana." I laughed.
"You're an ass 'zumi. I wouldn't suggest going out with her." Hayama finally spoke.
"Why not?" Naozumi demanded angrily, the same time my mind said the same thing.
"Cause celebrity break-ups are the worst. Everyone, including you, will think you're living your life in shame and you're never gonna face the world again…" he looked thoughtful. "Nah, forget it. Go on, go out with her, I wouldn't mind you never meeting the world again."
"But what if we're happy together and we marry and have 3 kids, 2 guys and 1 girl?" Naozumi started to fantasize. Everyone but him and Hayama stared at him.
"Ya ought to meet her first," Hayama smirked. Naozumi frowned and looked crestfallen.
"What do you think of her?" I dared to ask this 'most feared boy'.
He looked and me and answered, "If I never have to hear her name or see her on a magazine, I'm satishfied throughout my school life. She's got every boy after her and it's fucking annoying."
"Oh…" Silence dawned on all of us again—until Tsuyoshi asked:
"What do you think of her, 'eiichi?"
"Uh… she's okay…" I said slowly.
"That's all? She's okay??" Naozumi almost shrieked.
"Yeah…" I eyed him eeriely.
"But she's beautiful! I mean, 'yama has a weird brain(Hayama looked at Naozumi, his left eye twitching), but hey, he gets around hating her fine, but how can you hate her?!"
"I don't! I just said she's okay!"
"Are you one of those 'I-want-a-girl-with-brains-not-looks' type of guys?" Yuta asked.
"That's what my mom said."
"We respect that, but wouldn't you want someone pretty and smart?"
"She can okay-looking for all I care."
"But you would want a pretty and smart girl, right?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
"Then how can you not like Sana?!" Naozumi flung his arms out, clutching his heart. "You're hurting me and insulting me!"
"I just don't…" I looked at my burger and looked back at Naozumi who's body was shaking and then he slumped down. "Holy shit, what ha--"
Peals of laughter came from Tsuyoshi and Yuta. Hayama's lips were still in a straight line. Naozumi stood up and bowed. "Thank you, thank you," he said.
Since everyone was still laughing, I looked at Hayama for help. He sighed and replied, " 'zumi does that to everyone new. He's not that crazy about her… he has an eye on a certain girl."
"I told you, Yumi is only a friend!" Naozumi protested, his cheeks burned a scarlet red.
"Sure…" Yuta said, his laughing dying down.
The lunch bell rang before Naozumi could say a word. I crammed my burger into my mouth and waved to the guys.
"Yo, wait up!" Tsuyoshi ran up. "What class do you have later?"
"Umph dmphono." I took out my burger and laughed at Tsuyoshi's expression. "I said, I don't know."
"Lemme see your schedule."
"Here," I handed it over as Tsuyoshi scanned it. "Oh, you have the same class as 'yama does. He can guide you… right, 'yama?" He glanced behind his shoulder.
"Do I have a choice?" Hayama asked.
"I can--" I was interruppted by Naozumi.
"He's only playing around. He'll guide you."
"Okay… what is the next class anyway?" I looked down at the schedule.
"Oh, it's Phys.Ed." Tsuyoshi said cheerfully.
"…just running right?"
"Nope!" I paled at that remark. "Don't worry, P.E's fun. You just change, play a sport, and shower. There's no running and shit, our teacher's super nice," he continued, seeing my expression.
That's not the problem…
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A/N: You people like??? Yes? No? Maybe? Please REVIEW!! Flames are welcome, for all I care. Just tell me if you want chapt. 2! See ya!