The Wind of Madness 2/?
Title: The Wind of Madness
Genre: Action, High School Yankees AU
Pairing: shameless NinoAi as usual
Summary: Leader wanted to get the crazy Aiba to be his First King to finally complete Arashi. He sent his vice president, Kaze, to get him. But the second-in-command knew that there is something more than just getting this yankee.
A/N: This story can stand alone but it will be better if you read "Yankee Academy" as well.
INDEX: 01 || 02
Chapter 2:
KAZE
I touched my cheek that was swollen red. Leader would definitely tease me about this injury. I sat down by the breakwater and looked at the sunset.
What was I doing, anyway? Why did I fight those small fries? I chuckled a bit. I was probably bored. Not even my DS could remove that boredom.
Then I saw him. By the other side of the breakwater. He was playing with a pinwheel, blowing it, watching it spin, and then laughing. He had a very distinct hyena laugh that actually gave shivers behind my neck.
He looked at me and gave a cheerful smile and a wave. Without any invitation, the yankee made his way, no, he crawled his way towards me and sat beside me.
“I did not invite you,” I said coldly.
He silently handed the pinwheel to me and I just stared at it, blinking. “I’m giving this to you!” he said like a kid.
“Oh…”
“Are you mad?” he asked in a sweet voice, like a kid asking an elder brother if he was still mad for something bad he had done. But the look in his eyes was deadly. It was worse than Toma’s sudden mood swings when he becomes the so-called ‘poison’.
“You’re Aiba Masaki, right?”
“You can call me Aiba-chan…!”
“Aiba-chan…”
“Yes, only friends get to call me Aiba-chan!” he said happily.
I looked at the high school yankee again and my eyebrows furrowed. “So, where are your friends?” I asked casually.
He just smiled. His smile was something sinister so I dropped the topic. But then, if this crazy boy considered me as a friend, it might be easier for me to just drag him up to the topmost floor. Not that I wanted to, anyway.
“Do you want to join Arashi?” I asked in the quietest voice I could muster.
“I hate clubs. Clubs are boring,” he said simply. Why did this guy sound like some preschool brat? I watched him stand up, dust his pants, and jump down to the street. “But if you’re going to play with me, I might join, Ka~ze~san,” he said my name in a singsong voice. This guy actually knew me.
I watched him walk off, skipping here and there. He was actually playing “lava”, trying not to step only on selected tiles. He would lose his balance, stagger a bit, and laugh at his own mistakes. He really acted like a child.
Apart from the scene I’ve seen the other day when Leader introduced me to him, I had no idea about his strength. Why was Leader so keen in making him a king? Well, apart from the fact that he wanted 4 kings to symbolize the kings of the playing cards?
I walked towards the flat that I shared with Leader. He did not even look up when I arrived as he was busily drawing something in his sketchbook. Sometimes, you would wonder how a silent person like him could be the strongest mountain of Yano High.
Same as me, though. How could a geeky gamer be his second-in-command?
“You seem to be deep in thought, Kaze,” he said while drawing. This time, he was using a paintbrush for coloring. “Have you seen Aiba-san?”
He used “-san”. That means, he hasn’t met the brat yet. I smirked at him and sat across him. “Well, yeah. He’s kinda weird.”
“I guess that pinwheel in your pocket came from him,” he added, still busily making strokes on the paper. Leader could be very observant at times. The uneven pinwheel was peeking through my pocket.
“How did you know?”
He shrugged. “He seems to be fond of you then,” he commented.
“No. he might be afraid of me,” I said coolly. That was a lie. There was no hint of fear in his eyes earlier.
“Hmmm…”
“I’m going to sleep, old man. Don’t you disturb me,” I told my president. I had mad respect towards him but in this apartment, we’re on equal footing on rent and everything.
He probably thought I was sleeping so I heard him mutter (our flat was that small you could hear it if he was moaning or something), “I wonder what Aiba-chan thinks of you…”
The next day was as uneventful. Jun and I just beat the hell out of some Eita thugs who tried to sabotage us while having a hearty lunch. They dropped my three thousand-yen burger to the floor. No one fucking does that.
“Kaze-san, I’m going to buy you another one but not today,” Jun just said with an amused smile. “I think I have to buy a new coat. That bastard just stained this one.”
“Fuck off, Matsujun,” I just muttered. I was really that mad and that hungry after the fight that I was not in the mood. “I’m gonna go back to school.”
He just gave a nod and walked to the other side; he might be going to that Aeon mall to buy more, I don’t know, leopard print coats. Hell, he was not even from Osaka to begin with!
I continued walking grumpily towards the school when I was blocked by someone taller than me. I looked at the brave bastard and saw Aiba looking at me and holding out a plastic bag containing those very cheap burgers.
“Ah, I bought too many,” he said with a grin. “Want to have one?” He held out one of them.
I grabbed the burger and started to eat it while muttering some insults about those thugs who ruined my more expensive burger care of Jun. But for a hungry soul, even the cheapest burger could be the finest. I then looked at Aiba, who was watching me intently with innocent eyes.
“You know,” I started, “we should sit somewhere.”
He nodded vigorously, so vigorously that his head might fall off. We both walked towards the nearest bus station and sat on the bench. I grabbed some coins and got some soda from the vendo machine. I offered him one.
Aiba momentarily looked at me, and then at the offered drink, before looking back to me to say “Thanks.” We both silently ate the humble meal.
“Kaze-san,” he started.
“Hmm…?”
“When are we going to play?” he asked. He looked at me like a little preschool kid. But we both knew what ‘play’ meant in this sense.
I tried to hide my surprise. Leader did not tell me anything about fighting Aiba. I was just here to gather information. But then, I’m not a coward; I can send this bastard to the ground. “When do you want to play?” I asked him with a smirk.
He gave his beautiful smile. Later on, I would always think that that smile probably was always the last thing his opponents would see before waking up in a hospital.
Genre: Action, High School Yankees AU
Pairing: shameless NinoAi as usual
Summary: Leader wanted to get the crazy Aiba to be his First King to finally complete Arashi. He sent his vice president, Kaze, to get him. But the second-in-command knew that there is something more than just getting this yankee.
A/N: This story can stand alone but it will be better if you read "Yankee Academy" as well.
INDEX: 01 || 02
Chapter 2:
KAZE
I touched my cheek that was swollen red. Leader would definitely tease me about this injury. I sat down by the breakwater and looked at the sunset.
What was I doing, anyway? Why did I fight those small fries? I chuckled a bit. I was probably bored. Not even my DS could remove that boredom.
Then I saw him. By the other side of the breakwater. He was playing with a pinwheel, blowing it, watching it spin, and then laughing. He had a very distinct hyena laugh that actually gave shivers behind my neck.
He looked at me and gave a cheerful smile and a wave. Without any invitation, the yankee made his way, no, he crawled his way towards me and sat beside me.
“I did not invite you,” I said coldly.
He silently handed the pinwheel to me and I just stared at it, blinking. “I’m giving this to you!” he said like a kid.
“Oh…”
“Are you mad?” he asked in a sweet voice, like a kid asking an elder brother if he was still mad for something bad he had done. But the look in his eyes was deadly. It was worse than Toma’s sudden mood swings when he becomes the so-called ‘poison’.
“You’re Aiba Masaki, right?”
“You can call me Aiba-chan…!”
“Aiba-chan…”
“Yes, only friends get to call me Aiba-chan!” he said happily.
I looked at the high school yankee again and my eyebrows furrowed. “So, where are your friends?” I asked casually.
He just smiled. His smile was something sinister so I dropped the topic. But then, if this crazy boy considered me as a friend, it might be easier for me to just drag him up to the topmost floor. Not that I wanted to, anyway.
“Do you want to join Arashi?” I asked in the quietest voice I could muster.
“I hate clubs. Clubs are boring,” he said simply. Why did this guy sound like some preschool brat? I watched him stand up, dust his pants, and jump down to the street. “But if you’re going to play with me, I might join, Ka~ze~san,” he said my name in a singsong voice. This guy actually knew me.
I watched him walk off, skipping here and there. He was actually playing “lava”, trying not to step only on selected tiles. He would lose his balance, stagger a bit, and laugh at his own mistakes. He really acted like a child.
Apart from the scene I’ve seen the other day when Leader introduced me to him, I had no idea about his strength. Why was Leader so keen in making him a king? Well, apart from the fact that he wanted 4 kings to symbolize the kings of the playing cards?
I walked towards the flat that I shared with Leader. He did not even look up when I arrived as he was busily drawing something in his sketchbook. Sometimes, you would wonder how a silent person like him could be the strongest mountain of Yano High.
Same as me, though. How could a geeky gamer be his second-in-command?
“You seem to be deep in thought, Kaze,” he said while drawing. This time, he was using a paintbrush for coloring. “Have you seen Aiba-san?”
He used “-san”. That means, he hasn’t met the brat yet. I smirked at him and sat across him. “Well, yeah. He’s kinda weird.”
“I guess that pinwheel in your pocket came from him,” he added, still busily making strokes on the paper. Leader could be very observant at times. The uneven pinwheel was peeking through my pocket.
“How did you know?”
He shrugged. “He seems to be fond of you then,” he commented.
“No. he might be afraid of me,” I said coolly. That was a lie. There was no hint of fear in his eyes earlier.
“Hmmm…”
“I’m going to sleep, old man. Don’t you disturb me,” I told my president. I had mad respect towards him but in this apartment, we’re on equal footing on rent and everything.
He probably thought I was sleeping so I heard him mutter (our flat was that small you could hear it if he was moaning or something), “I wonder what Aiba-chan thinks of you…”
The next day was as uneventful. Jun and I just beat the hell out of some Eita thugs who tried to sabotage us while having a hearty lunch. They dropped my three thousand-yen burger to the floor. No one fucking does that.
“Kaze-san, I’m going to buy you another one but not today,” Jun just said with an amused smile. “I think I have to buy a new coat. That bastard just stained this one.”
“Fuck off, Matsujun,” I just muttered. I was really that mad and that hungry after the fight that I was not in the mood. “I’m gonna go back to school.”
He just gave a nod and walked to the other side; he might be going to that Aeon mall to buy more, I don’t know, leopard print coats. Hell, he was not even from Osaka to begin with!
I continued walking grumpily towards the school when I was blocked by someone taller than me. I looked at the brave bastard and saw Aiba looking at me and holding out a plastic bag containing those very cheap burgers.
“Ah, I bought too many,” he said with a grin. “Want to have one?” He held out one of them.
I grabbed the burger and started to eat it while muttering some insults about those thugs who ruined my more expensive burger care of Jun. But for a hungry soul, even the cheapest burger could be the finest. I then looked at Aiba, who was watching me intently with innocent eyes.
“You know,” I started, “we should sit somewhere.”
He nodded vigorously, so vigorously that his head might fall off. We both walked towards the nearest bus station and sat on the bench. I grabbed some coins and got some soda from the vendo machine. I offered him one.
Aiba momentarily looked at me, and then at the offered drink, before looking back to me to say “Thanks.” We both silently ate the humble meal.
“Kaze-san,” he started.
“Hmm…?”
“When are we going to play?” he asked. He looked at me like a little preschool kid. But we both knew what ‘play’ meant in this sense.
I tried to hide my surprise. Leader did not tell me anything about fighting Aiba. I was just here to gather information. But then, I’m not a coward; I can send this bastard to the ground. “When do you want to play?” I asked him with a smirk.
He gave his beautiful smile. Later on, I would always think that that smile probably was always the last thing his opponents would see before waking up in a hospital.