Fic: Akito Kawaii
Title: Akito Kawaii
Rating: PG13 for language
Word Count: 1,082
Summary: Akito likes Sesshoumaru, but the only thing they have in common is that sometimes people think they are girls. And if Hanaseo-senpai mocks Akito one more time, he'll try the Inu Yasha approach.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters etc. are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Sesshoumaru, Inu Yasha, Kagome, and Kouga are property of Rumiko Takahashi.
A/N: I'm feeling awful, so you get to have a cute, little story. Includes Japanese school-boys and animated dog-demons with cute ears. Makes probably more sense if you're familiar with both.
Akito liked Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru was tall and strong and gorgeous, and he had beautiful hair, long and silvery white. Akito was nothing like Sesshoumaru. He was small and not really strong and had black hair, like everyone else.
The only thing Akito and Sesshoumaru had in common was that people sometimes thought they were girls. But Sesshoumaru only flicked his poison claw and killed the idiot who called him a girl. All Aktio was able to do was stand mortified, clutching his books, while Hanaseo-senpai and his friends mocked him, called him Akito-chan and squealed kawaii in high-pitched voices.
Akito wanted to have poison claws like Sesshoumaru. He knew, small and pretty as he was, he looked like a girl. Did Hanaseo-senpai really have to call attention to it? In front of everyone! It was bad enough as it is.
But Akito didn't have poison claws. And he wasn't anything like Sesshoumaru, anyway.
Perhaps, Akito thought, watching the credits roll, he should be like Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha wasn't tall and not all that strong. He got beaten up often. But he always growled and cussed and kept fighting.
Akito wiped his eyes and turned off the telly. Yes. The next time Hanaseo-senpai and his friends harassed him, he'd screw up his courage and be like Inu Yasha.
*
He didn't have to wait long to act on his decision. As it had been happening every day for weeks, Hanaseo-senpai and his friends caught up with Aktio between classes. Akito hadn't seen them coming and was startled into dropping his books when Hanaseo-senpai suddenly threw an all too enthusiastic arm around his shoulders. Before Akito was able to catch his balance, he'd been hugged and had his hair ruffled.
And then Hanaseo-senpai was holding a pink hair clip and was laughing, and while his friends held Aktio, Hanaseo-senpai fastened the clip in Akito's hair.
"Oh, kawaii, Akito-chan!" Hanaseo-senpai squealed.
Akito felt hot shame and fury rise in him. His instinct was to cringe and stand still and hope they'd tire of him soon. But he'd decided to be like Inu Yasha, and so he pushed the boys back, ripped the clip out of his hair, and threw it at Hanaseo-senpai.
"I'm gonna kill you, asshole," he growled.
Okay, it wasn't an impressive growl, it sounded as though Akito had a bad cold. But it had an unexpected effect.
The sentence never really worked for Inu Yasha. He'd say that and still get beaten up. Akito hadn't expected much. But Hanaseo-senpai stumbled backwards, eyes wide and face pale. His friends stopped laughing and gaped at him.
Akito seized the chance, picked up the books he'd dropped, and hurried away.
The remainder of the day was spent in nervous tension. Akito expected every second to be scolded by a teacher or send to the principal for using language. The principal would phone Akito's mother, who'd screech at him and make him apologise.
But nothing happened at school, and when Akito got home his mother put dinner in front of him and asked him about his day.
Akito couldn't quite believe it. Perhaps Hanaseo-senpai and his friends would do something tomorrow? But when the other boys passed him in the hall and Akito cringed back into the shadow, Hanaseo-senpai walked past without even looking at him. Only his friends glared at Akito.
Nothing happened in the following days, either. Hanaseo-senpai didn't even look at Akito, much less talk to him, and after a while, even his friends stopped glaring. They didn't harass him anymore.
It was weird.
It couldn't be.
Three weeks later, Akito was still waiting for the other shoe to drop when he saw Hanaseo-senpai and his friends in the hall. Hanaseo-senpai was digging through his bag, pulling out a thick textbook. He didn't notice that a small book fell out as well. None of his friends noticed, either.
Akito looked around. No one had noticed the little book. Its cover shimmered golden. It looked as though it was something special. Hanaseo-senpai would probably miss it.
Akito bit his lip, agonising for a moment, then gave in. His mother had taught him too well. Picking up the little book, he jogged after Hanaseo-senpai.
"Hanaseo-senpai!" he called. "Wait!"
He dodged a girl and almost ran into one of Hanaseo-senpai's friends. The other boy glared at Akito.
"What do you want?" he snapped. "Haven't you done enough yet? I don't know any girl who's half as much the bitch as you are!"
Akito gaped up at the other boy, stung with the unfairness. He was a bitch? It was Hanaseo-senpai who'd continuously picked on him, not the other way round! That's what he got for trying to be nice.
"Fine!" He slammed the little book into the other's chest, and the boy caught it, looking surprised. "I apologise for my distaste in being mocked and humiliated." Akito executed a sharp bow. "I shall endeavour to rectify my behaviour."
With that, he turned around and stalked off.
Behind him, he heard raised voices, and then one called, "Hey, Akito-kun!"
He sped up, but only a moment later a hand grabbed his arm and he was turned around. Looking up, he thought it was really unfair. Hanaseo-senpai was like Sesshoumaru, tall and strong and gorgeous. Akito wanted to cry.
"Um, Akito-kun, I didn't mean to humiliate you," Hanaseo-senpai said.
"No? Do you think I like being called a girl in front of everyone?"
"I only called you cute," Hanaseo-senpai said with a hesitant smile. "And that's not an insult. I like the way you look."
Akito gaped up in bewilderment. Hanaseo-senpai liked …?
"I … I'm sorry I made you so angry that you … said that," Hanaseo-senpai continued apologetically.
I'm gonna kill you, asshole.
Akito hung his head. "Inu Yasha always says that."
"Oh, you watch Inu Yasha? Me, too." Hanaseo-senpai smiled happily. "Who do you like best?"
"Sesshoumaru," Akito mumbled.
"I really like Inu Yasha. He's cute," Hanaseo-senpai said. He tugged on Akito's hair where the dog ears would be if Akito were Inu Yasha.
Akito blushed. Did Hanaseo-senpai…?
"Wait, if Akito-kun's Inu Yasha, does that make Norio Kagome?" one of Hanaseo-senpai's friends said suddenly.
Akito blushed deeper, and saw that Hanaseo-senpai did the same.
Then Hanaseo-senpai laughed. "Nope, I'm Kouga!" He wrapped Akito into an enthusiastic embrace and pulled him close. "Mine!" he said and kissed Akito.
Akito hid his burning cheeks in Hanaseo-senpai's chest and decided that, this time, Kagome wouldn't protest.
END.
Rating: PG13 for language
Word Count: 1,082
Summary: Akito likes Sesshoumaru, but the only thing they have in common is that sometimes people think they are girls. And if Hanaseo-senpai mocks Akito one more time, he'll try the Inu Yasha approach.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters etc. are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Sesshoumaru, Inu Yasha, Kagome, and Kouga are property of Rumiko Takahashi.
A/N: I'm feeling awful, so you get to have a cute, little story. Includes Japanese school-boys and animated dog-demons with cute ears. Makes probably more sense if you're familiar with both.
Akito liked Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru was tall and strong and gorgeous, and he had beautiful hair, long and silvery white. Akito was nothing like Sesshoumaru. He was small and not really strong and had black hair, like everyone else.
The only thing Akito and Sesshoumaru had in common was that people sometimes thought they were girls. But Sesshoumaru only flicked his poison claw and killed the idiot who called him a girl. All Aktio was able to do was stand mortified, clutching his books, while Hanaseo-senpai and his friends mocked him, called him Akito-chan and squealed kawaii in high-pitched voices.
Akito wanted to have poison claws like Sesshoumaru. He knew, small and pretty as he was, he looked like a girl. Did Hanaseo-senpai really have to call attention to it? In front of everyone! It was bad enough as it is.
But Akito didn't have poison claws. And he wasn't anything like Sesshoumaru, anyway.
Perhaps, Akito thought, watching the credits roll, he should be like Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha wasn't tall and not all that strong. He got beaten up often. But he always growled and cussed and kept fighting.
Akito wiped his eyes and turned off the telly. Yes. The next time Hanaseo-senpai and his friends harassed him, he'd screw up his courage and be like Inu Yasha.
*
He didn't have to wait long to act on his decision. As it had been happening every day for weeks, Hanaseo-senpai and his friends caught up with Aktio between classes. Akito hadn't seen them coming and was startled into dropping his books when Hanaseo-senpai suddenly threw an all too enthusiastic arm around his shoulders. Before Akito was able to catch his balance, he'd been hugged and had his hair ruffled.
And then Hanaseo-senpai was holding a pink hair clip and was laughing, and while his friends held Aktio, Hanaseo-senpai fastened the clip in Akito's hair.
"Oh, kawaii, Akito-chan!" Hanaseo-senpai squealed.
Akito felt hot shame and fury rise in him. His instinct was to cringe and stand still and hope they'd tire of him soon. But he'd decided to be like Inu Yasha, and so he pushed the boys back, ripped the clip out of his hair, and threw it at Hanaseo-senpai.
"I'm gonna kill you, asshole," he growled.
Okay, it wasn't an impressive growl, it sounded as though Akito had a bad cold. But it had an unexpected effect.
The sentence never really worked for Inu Yasha. He'd say that and still get beaten up. Akito hadn't expected much. But Hanaseo-senpai stumbled backwards, eyes wide and face pale. His friends stopped laughing and gaped at him.
Akito seized the chance, picked up the books he'd dropped, and hurried away.
The remainder of the day was spent in nervous tension. Akito expected every second to be scolded by a teacher or send to the principal for using language. The principal would phone Akito's mother, who'd screech at him and make him apologise.
But nothing happened at school, and when Akito got home his mother put dinner in front of him and asked him about his day.
Akito couldn't quite believe it. Perhaps Hanaseo-senpai and his friends would do something tomorrow? But when the other boys passed him in the hall and Akito cringed back into the shadow, Hanaseo-senpai walked past without even looking at him. Only his friends glared at Akito.
Nothing happened in the following days, either. Hanaseo-senpai didn't even look at Akito, much less talk to him, and after a while, even his friends stopped glaring. They didn't harass him anymore.
It was weird.
It couldn't be.
Three weeks later, Akito was still waiting for the other shoe to drop when he saw Hanaseo-senpai and his friends in the hall. Hanaseo-senpai was digging through his bag, pulling out a thick textbook. He didn't notice that a small book fell out as well. None of his friends noticed, either.
Akito looked around. No one had noticed the little book. Its cover shimmered golden. It looked as though it was something special. Hanaseo-senpai would probably miss it.
Akito bit his lip, agonising for a moment, then gave in. His mother had taught him too well. Picking up the little book, he jogged after Hanaseo-senpai.
"Hanaseo-senpai!" he called. "Wait!"
He dodged a girl and almost ran into one of Hanaseo-senpai's friends. The other boy glared at Akito.
"What do you want?" he snapped. "Haven't you done enough yet? I don't know any girl who's half as much the bitch as you are!"
Akito gaped up at the other boy, stung with the unfairness. He was a bitch? It was Hanaseo-senpai who'd continuously picked on him, not the other way round! That's what he got for trying to be nice.
"Fine!" He slammed the little book into the other's chest, and the boy caught it, looking surprised. "I apologise for my distaste in being mocked and humiliated." Akito executed a sharp bow. "I shall endeavour to rectify my behaviour."
With that, he turned around and stalked off.
Behind him, he heard raised voices, and then one called, "Hey, Akito-kun!"
He sped up, but only a moment later a hand grabbed his arm and he was turned around. Looking up, he thought it was really unfair. Hanaseo-senpai was like Sesshoumaru, tall and strong and gorgeous. Akito wanted to cry.
"Um, Akito-kun, I didn't mean to humiliate you," Hanaseo-senpai said.
"No? Do you think I like being called a girl in front of everyone?"
"I only called you cute," Hanaseo-senpai said with a hesitant smile. "And that's not an insult. I like the way you look."
Akito gaped up in bewilderment. Hanaseo-senpai liked …?
"I … I'm sorry I made you so angry that you … said that," Hanaseo-senpai continued apologetically.
I'm gonna kill you, asshole.
Akito hung his head. "Inu Yasha always says that."
"Oh, you watch Inu Yasha? Me, too." Hanaseo-senpai smiled happily. "Who do you like best?"
"Sesshoumaru," Akito mumbled.
"I really like Inu Yasha. He's cute," Hanaseo-senpai said. He tugged on Akito's hair where the dog ears would be if Akito were Inu Yasha.
Akito blushed. Did Hanaseo-senpai…?
"Wait, if Akito-kun's Inu Yasha, does that make Norio Kagome?" one of Hanaseo-senpai's friends said suddenly.
Akito blushed deeper, and saw that Hanaseo-senpai did the same.
Then Hanaseo-senpai laughed. "Nope, I'm Kouga!" He wrapped Akito into an enthusiastic embrace and pulled him close. "Mine!" he said and kissed Akito.
Akito hid his burning cheeks in Hanaseo-senpai's chest and decided that, this time, Kagome wouldn't protest.
END.