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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/dxbxqg.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #5D005D solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 40px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/dxbxqg.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #5D005D solid 3px; margin-left: 6px; margin-top: 22px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #5D005D; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] S [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 0px 4px 0px;]a v e y o u[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #5D005D 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] so many things that I want you to know [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS 1666 ❚ CHARACTERS yoite's parents ❚ NOTES please let this be the end [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Unlike a lot of the kids in Ouran middle school, Katsuo didn't live the same life as them. After all not many were yakuzas besides well those in the D-ranks but even then they didn't live the same life as him. Ever since he was eight when his parents died, they said it was of a accident but he doubt it, he was adopted by one of his father's men. His right hand man to be exact and the guy was never a father to the boy as much as a teacher. He never once called the boy his son, it was always young master despite the fact that the papers said to call him son. He never showed up to anything Katsuo had done whether it was entering school or even graduating from primary school but he never cared too much. How could he care when he didn't even know what it was like? What the guy did do though was taught him how to fight and fight and fight some more. Everyday he would fight with the man and get beaten up but would also always stand back up since he didn't back down. It was also the only time he can spend with the guy which didn't really help him with his grades besides for P.E. of course but that was easy to pass. In the end he never really had a family besides the yakuza one but again he didn't mind that. They were fun to fight and always had his back after all. Although in the end because of that he rarely ever went to school or if he did he didn't go to his classes often rather having fights. He didn't need to know useless subjects like math, literature or science or anything. Well maybe except for anatomy but that was already taught to him...the basics...okay how to easily kill someone or torture them but it was still anatomy in his book. He did learn about the human body after all. One day when he was walking around after school looking for the guy that ran away from their fight to totally kill him, he came across the classroom of 1-A. Hmmmm? He heard about the class, how it was suppose to be the perfect class or whatever. Although that wasn't why he peeked in, rather it was because he noticed a group of guys over one girl. Not exactly out there except for the fact that she looked rather scared. Hmph, he really should just leave her but well, he hated the strong picking on the weak and so he slammed the door open. "Oy what's going on here?" he asked with his usual apathetic tone and eyes that looked bored. He walked over to them as they turned around. "Oh if it isn't Tsukami." Yeah he was famous for being a delinquent in starting fights in this school so he wasn't amazed they knew his name. "Wanna join in the fun with us? We can do whatever we want to her and she won't say a thing." He blinked...do whatever they wanted with her? What the hell did they mean by that? Were they going to beat her up or something? What she won't fight back? Why? Tch worthless girl. "Look if you really want to fight someone, the bastard I was suppose to fight with ditch so I guess I'll take you on." he sighed. "What? No. I don't want to fight y-" Coward. Instantly the Tsukami punched him in the face. Hmph trying to fight a girl who won't fight back. "Okay who's next. Because if you want to lay even one finger on that girl you're going to have to get through me." he stated now smirking and his eyes awake with excitement. Too bad the group quickly picked up their fallen and ran away. "Tch cowards." he grumbled before looking at the girl who had just sat there staring at him. "What?" "...Please don't tell anyone bout this. Please please please please." she begged him. Katsuo rolled his eyes. "Oh and what would you do if I decided to tell about this then huh?" he asked her. Not that he would since he wasn't a tattle tale and well...he had no idea what was going on anyway. "Please don't! Mom and dad were so happy I got into Ouran....so....please don't!" she begged him. Ohhh so she was a scholarship student huh? Oh god she was even crying now. "Fine fine fine." he sighed. "I won't tell. Like this school would believe me anyway. So, what's your name?" "H-Horshio Mizuki." she answered. "Tsukami Katsuo." he replied back before noticing a bruise on her leg. "Oy did they push you or something?" he asked staring at her. Actually...now that he looked closer it was like her clothes were slightly slipped off. Wow did they have that rough of a fight? Hmm, if he leaves her they might come back to get her so he suppose he should go ahead and try to help her out. He had nothing better to do anyway. So he walked over to her and picked her up, rather light even with her bag. "W-w-w-what are you doing?" she asked him looking flustered. "Picking you up to take you home. What else? If I leave you here those guys would come back for you won't they?" he asked. "You don't have to do this." "I know. I'm doing it because I hate the strong picking on the weak." "Really?" she asked tilting her head. "Yeah. I hate you too though since I hate the weak that let people walk all over them. Not fighting back because you want to stay in Ouran? Tch, why don't you just go get someone to fight for you?" he asked her and then realize. Wait...who would fight for her? She had no money after all. Either way he had carried her home and well...the look on her mother had been shocking but after handing her off to the woman he had just left. The next day when the Tsukami came to school the scholarship student was there and handed him a bento box. "Here...um....it's thanks for yesterday." she told him. He had just took a box and nodded. Well he suppose he was just going to stop by in her class to give the box back. When lunch came around as usual Katsuo went to the rooftop which was pretty much his territory. Not many dare go up after all...well except for one. A certain red haired Shiro. "Katsuo!" the guy chirped. "Shiro." he merely replied back. He had known the guy since childhood due tot heir family business and well...he was the closest thing he had to a friend. He wasn't sure if that was sad or not. "Say word on the street is that you played knight yesterday." Huh? Knight? Oh! That scholarship girl. "Not really. Some guys were trying to fight her and she wouldn't fight back so I jumped in." he shrugged. He wouldn't really call it playing knight as much as just wanting to fight. "Well of course she won't fight back. She's a scholarship student. One word and she's out. Although...I heard that she has a weak body as well." he commented. This guy....really does stalks everyone or something. "A weak body?" So she couldn't fight back eve if she wanted to? "Yeah. From what I hard people pick on her all the time as well. Not only that but they do stuff to her because she can't do anything." "Oh you mean fight her when she won't fight back?" Katsuo asked. He was received with silence. "What?" "Man you are dense." The purple haired male felt his eyes twitched. "What is that suppose to mean?" "Nothing nothing." Tch...the Shiro was so annoying sometimes. Either way he opened up the bento box to find spicy omelets...spicy shrimp rolls and rice....this woman. For someone with a weak body sure loves spicy food. Either way he shrugged it off and started eating it. Damn she was good. After school Katsuo went to her classroom to find some guys starting to move towards her. With a sigh he opened the door. "She's mine. Lay one finger on her and I'll break it off." he declared. That's right, she was his prey, his territory so no one can touch her but him. Instantly they ran away and he walked over hold out the bento box. "Here." he told her. "Come on lets go to your house now." "Huh?" Mizuki uttered looking rather confused. "What? If I leave you those guys would come to you so....I guess I'll be your bodyguard. Although you're dirt poor so you can't give me your money." he commented trying to think of a payment. "I guess you can just make lunch for me every day." "Eh?" "Don't go making random sounds. Just tell me if you agree or not because if you don't hurry I'm leaving." "U-Ummmm....okay....eto....I...guess I'll take it. Thank you Tsukami-san." The other rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. Come on lets go now." He waited for her to come up to him before leaving for her house. The next day at the rooftop, Katsuo was eating his lunch when the Shiro ran up to him. "Dude is it true?" came a cry. There goes his silence. "What?" "YOU'RE DATING THE SCHOLARSHIP GIRL?" The yakuza blinked..."What?" Where the hell were people getting these ideas? [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]