Love is Chemisty of the Mind Ch.1
Title: Love is Chemistry of the Mind
Pairing: JunDa, AKame, TaNaka, OCxOC (Maybe)
Length: 1/10?
Rating: PG-13
Warning: AU High School (Oh yes another cliche High School story! But this one is more about nerds :D)
Disclaimer: I so totally am Anti-Johnny and own the Anti-KAT-TUN. But I don't own KAT-TUN. Just Anti-KAT-TUN. Which is comprised of singing rainbow llamas who have tons of llama fangirls. I love Anti-KAT-TUN.
Dedicated to Snow Guardian, because she is my JunDa inspiration and her writing is a treasure to read! *hugz*
"I'm off for school, Okaa-san." The High School Junior took his first steps into the cold autumn air, watching as his breaths turned to little clouds of mist and condensation. He stifled a shiver as the icy chill raced underneath his orange knit-sweater. Another horrible birthday present given by that cursed Aunt Kimiyoto, the kind of sweater that got a kid like him thrown into yet another tall, green, dumpster. Ah, it had become his second home since he had been nominated the school's resident science geek, yet again. At each town he had moved to, his brain was his utter downfall at the hands of school royalty. That being said, his obnoxious fall sweater would not help the situation, it's poorly cut and sowed pumpkins and black cats put it in the running for "Most Necessary Thing to Ever Be Burned, Ever." Of course he would never say that, because that would be rude, fitting, but rude. The teen continued down his path to school, the breeze nipping at him as he strode. His brown eyes watching the ground, enticed by the soft movements of the changing leaves. He wondered what they had seen, be it tragedy or miracle, and if they could ever speak to him, what stories they would tell. His thoughts were coming through, clear, concise, and formulated, but for some reason his attention wouldn't stray from the leaves. Not even when he was moments away from a stranger.
Books crashed to the floor, leaping up and down on the cement as they skittered away from the boy's hands, as if to taunt him with there abandonment.
"Watch where you're going, Hime." Instantly the boy recognized the thick tone, it belonging to the sole reason of his daily torment and anguish. It belonged to the school's football star, Yukoge Hanashi, also known as "The One Who Will Most Likely Later Be Saying 'May I Take Your Order' or 'Would You Like To Super Size That?'". Well at least that was what the boy knew him as. Either way, he was stuck in the middle of the storm of Yukoge's Wrath.
"I'm sorry, Gomen. I didn't see you." He heard a snort, and then a deep laugh. It was all the more reason to hate him, Yukoge was a bully. He just was a bully, he needed no reason or motivation. He just was.
"Too busy looking for your fairie's, ne?" He let out another, equally loud, laugh. "You're some kind of freak, but you know that right? Ha, and to think you even tried to prove there was a chance that they existed with your science and crap. Man, you really are weird. Though, can't say you're lucky." Yukoge took a menacing step forward, watching as the boy took a larger step backward. A grin crossed his face as he repeated the steps until the boy was backed up against the wall.
"Leave me alone, Yukoge, go score a goal or hit a puck or something." Yukoge raised a blonde eyebrow up at the boy, as if asking if he had heard correctly. But soon the toot-filled grin was back as he shook his head.
"First off, it's score a touchdown. Second, yah got some nerve trying to tell me what to do." He grabbed the boy's wrist and tightened his grip until the owner of said wrist was wincing over in pain. "I have to hand it to yah though, yah got balls, kid." He laughed as he dropped the wrist, putting his face right infront of the boy's. "Or do you? That face of yours would say different, so fragile, delicate, little Hime." The boy glared indignantly up at his tormentor, before reaching his fist out in a jab up. The blow landing square in the jaw of Yukoge, causing him to howl in pain.
"I said leave me alone." Yukoge looked back over at the boy, rage and hatred swimming through his eyes. He glared back at the boy, a scowl on his bruised lips.
"You're gonna regret that you little punk." A large group of teens, about the same height and age as Yukoge showed up behind them. One had light brown hair, he had seen him before, Kamenashi Kazuya. This was his school's teen heartthrob and bad boy, known to be dating three girls at the same time, and pushing kids down the several flights of stairs. Beside Kazuya was a gangster looking teen, gold chains seemed to flow from his neck, and his pants seemed to be at least three sizes too big. The boy wondered how gravity allowed for such a pair of pants to stay up, immeadiatly he started working a Physics equation out in his head.
"Oi, Yukoge! This nerd giving you any problems?" The gangster teen noted the now appearing bruise on his jaw, tightening his hands in to fists. Kazuya turned and also gave the boy a silent glare, flipping his hair so that it showed both of his eyes now.
"That was a bad idea." Kazuya's glare didn't falter as he spoke, walking with the gangster teen toward the boy.
~
Th boy groaned as he stretched out inside his "second home", the dumpster. He heard harsh laughs outside, and footsteps growing quieter as they got farther away. The sound became almost mute, but not before he heard the call of,
"Happy Monday, Ueda Tatsuya! Don't worry, we'll keep an eye out for those fairies for you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~*star*
>.< Eeeeeeh why must I fail at teh writing? Sorry it's kind of bad, but I am a little rusty. Also my knuckles hurt like heck from all this typing! Oh well. Comments unless it's just "Plz go die you f'ing noob stop writing cuz i liek hate yo stuff and you haz no skillz, baka." if it's that...WHY IS YOU SO MEAN? XD;;
Pairing: JunDa, AKame, TaNaka, OCxOC (Maybe)
Length: 1/10?
Rating: PG-13
Warning: AU High School (Oh yes another cliche High School story! But this one is more about nerds :D)
Disclaimer: I so totally am Anti-Johnny and own the Anti-KAT-TUN. But I don't own KAT-TUN. Just Anti-KAT-TUN. Which is comprised of singing rainbow llamas who have tons of llama fangirls. I love Anti-KAT-TUN.
Dedicated to Snow Guardian, because she is my JunDa inspiration and her writing is a treasure to read! *hugz*
"I'm off for school, Okaa-san." The High School Junior took his first steps into the cold autumn air, watching as his breaths turned to little clouds of mist and condensation. He stifled a shiver as the icy chill raced underneath his orange knit-sweater. Another horrible birthday present given by that cursed Aunt Kimiyoto, the kind of sweater that got a kid like him thrown into yet another tall, green, dumpster. Ah, it had become his second home since he had been nominated the school's resident science geek, yet again. At each town he had moved to, his brain was his utter downfall at the hands of school royalty. That being said, his obnoxious fall sweater would not help the situation, it's poorly cut and sowed pumpkins and black cats put it in the running for "Most Necessary Thing to Ever Be Burned, Ever." Of course he would never say that, because that would be rude, fitting, but rude. The teen continued down his path to school, the breeze nipping at him as he strode. His brown eyes watching the ground, enticed by the soft movements of the changing leaves. He wondered what they had seen, be it tragedy or miracle, and if they could ever speak to him, what stories they would tell. His thoughts were coming through, clear, concise, and formulated, but for some reason his attention wouldn't stray from the leaves. Not even when he was moments away from a stranger.
Books crashed to the floor, leaping up and down on the cement as they skittered away from the boy's hands, as if to taunt him with there abandonment.
"Watch where you're going, Hime." Instantly the boy recognized the thick tone, it belonging to the sole reason of his daily torment and anguish. It belonged to the school's football star, Yukoge Hanashi, also known as "The One Who Will Most Likely Later Be Saying 'May I Take Your Order' or 'Would You Like To Super Size That?'". Well at least that was what the boy knew him as. Either way, he was stuck in the middle of the storm of Yukoge's Wrath.
"I'm sorry, Gomen. I didn't see you." He heard a snort, and then a deep laugh. It was all the more reason to hate him, Yukoge was a bully. He just was a bully, he needed no reason or motivation. He just was.
"Too busy looking for your fairie's, ne?" He let out another, equally loud, laugh. "You're some kind of freak, but you know that right? Ha, and to think you even tried to prove there was a chance that they existed with your science and crap. Man, you really are weird. Though, can't say you're lucky." Yukoge took a menacing step forward, watching as the boy took a larger step backward. A grin crossed his face as he repeated the steps until the boy was backed up against the wall.
"Leave me alone, Yukoge, go score a goal or hit a puck or something." Yukoge raised a blonde eyebrow up at the boy, as if asking if he had heard correctly. But soon the toot-filled grin was back as he shook his head.
"First off, it's score a touchdown. Second, yah got some nerve trying to tell me what to do." He grabbed the boy's wrist and tightened his grip until the owner of said wrist was wincing over in pain. "I have to hand it to yah though, yah got balls, kid." He laughed as he dropped the wrist, putting his face right infront of the boy's. "Or do you? That face of yours would say different, so fragile, delicate, little Hime." The boy glared indignantly up at his tormentor, before reaching his fist out in a jab up. The blow landing square in the jaw of Yukoge, causing him to howl in pain.
"I said leave me alone." Yukoge looked back over at the boy, rage and hatred swimming through his eyes. He glared back at the boy, a scowl on his bruised lips.
"You're gonna regret that you little punk." A large group of teens, about the same height and age as Yukoge showed up behind them. One had light brown hair, he had seen him before, Kamenashi Kazuya. This was his school's teen heartthrob and bad boy, known to be dating three girls at the same time, and pushing kids down the several flights of stairs. Beside Kazuya was a gangster looking teen, gold chains seemed to flow from his neck, and his pants seemed to be at least three sizes too big. The boy wondered how gravity allowed for such a pair of pants to stay up, immeadiatly he started working a Physics equation out in his head.
"Oi, Yukoge! This nerd giving you any problems?" The gangster teen noted the now appearing bruise on his jaw, tightening his hands in to fists. Kazuya turned and also gave the boy a silent glare, flipping his hair so that it showed both of his eyes now.
"That was a bad idea." Kazuya's glare didn't falter as he spoke, walking with the gangster teen toward the boy.
~
Th boy groaned as he stretched out inside his "second home", the dumpster. He heard harsh laughs outside, and footsteps growing quieter as they got farther away. The sound became almost mute, but not before he heard the call of,
"Happy Monday, Ueda Tatsuya! Don't worry, we'll keep an eye out for those fairies for you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~*star*
>.< Eeeeeeh why must I fail at teh writing? Sorry it's kind of bad, but I am a little rusty. Also my knuckles hurt like heck from all this typing! Oh well. Comments unless it's just "Plz go die you f'ing noob stop writing cuz i liek hate yo stuff and you haz no skillz, baka." if it's that...WHY IS YOU SO MEAN? XD;;