• Chapter 13

    Yuroto Sanosuke Fan Club?

    “Oi Sano-kun,” I heard Marco-kun say from behind me.

    “What's goin' on Marco-kun?” I asked turning to the side. Marco-kun strolled into my line of sight. His green hair was always a clear sign he was on his way. His steely blue eyes were always cool and collected.

    “Hey I just found something that is sure to make you tilt your head,” he said as he got closer. I turned back to him. I moved some of the long strands of black hair out of my eyes. He slammed a small sheet of paper on the desk in front of me. I rolled my eyes and looked at the top of the paper.

    “Its just a club registration form. Don't bug me with trivial junk like that man,” i yawn leaning back against my chair.

    “Read what it's for,” he said louder. I let out a low sigh to a grunt as I read it fully.

    “Register for the Yuroto Sanosuke Fan Club?” I muttered to myself. I felt a dagger hit the back of my head. A fiery brunet was staring dead into my skull. I really didn't want to turn and look at those emerald green eyes that I knew oh so well.

    “You got somethin' you want to tell me Sano-chan?” her voice echoed in my ear. her voice was light but terrifying as she spoke.

    “I honestly didn't know about this,” I said trying to remain calm.

    “Ohhhh a club just for little old you, Sano-kun?” Another light voice chimed in. the voice like a cooing dove.

    “Ugh Yukino-san? your not helping me,” i said trying to stay calm. I felt more daggers dig deeper and deeper into my skull.

    “Kisama~” I heard Kira-san say from behind me. It was not looking good.

    “Hey you 4, look like your getting ready atleast,” another female voice called from in front of us. The four of us looked up to see our teacher, Mizara-sensei, came into view.

    “Don't forget, our year is going on a class trip next week,” She said smiling. Marco looked a tad worried.

    “Where is the trip to?” he asked timidly. I looked at his semi-worried face. he lost some of his cool for a second. he was slowly falling apart

    “Osaka,” Mizara-sensei said. I saw a small ripple of fear wash over Marco-kun. His whole stance changed in a matter of milliseconds. He was sweating now. his eyes were fearful. his body was shaking lightly. Mizara-sensei looked down at the registration form.

    “You have a fan club Sano-bozu?” she asked lightly. She noticed Marco and wanted to change the subject.

    “Apparently. But I don't even know why there is one,” i muttered. At that point if felt a massive heat radiate from behind me. I knew Kira-san was glaring at me. Her intensity was fearsome. I finally turned around and confronted her. but to my surprise i was met with a pair of emerald eyes that were filled with care and concern. Her long brown bangs covering her right eye lightly. her face roughly a few inches from my own. I felt my face warm and turn to a deep crimson.

    “Sano-chan. let me find out what this club is all about,” she said softly. her voice like a soft breeze on a warm summer day. warm and subtle. i felt my face turn even redder as i nodded ok. She smiled as he eyes became more kind. She took the slip from my desk and backed off me. My face nearly exploded. Marco-kun sat down next to me. He sighed heavily.

    “Why did it have to be Osaka?” he muttered. I glanced over at him.

    “What's the big deal about Osaka?” I asked in a whisper. He looked up at me with a bit of fear in his eyes.

    “I left someone very important to me there. My mother. And she's dying,” he said lightly. My eyes widened. I slammed my hands against my desk and bolted up in my seat

    “WHAT?!?” i shouted, attracting the attention of the entire class. Mizara-sensei leered at me.

    “Yuroto-kun. Sit down,” she said calmly. I looked into her eyes. They said something completely different.

    “Do that again and your a** is grass” is what her eyes were saying to me. I slowly sat back down and placed my text book in front of me.

    “We can talk more after classes today,” i said lowly to Marco-kun. he nodded and went back to the lesson for the day.

    After school had let out, Yukino-san, Kira-san, Marco-kun, and myself met on the school roof. Kira-san was the first to chime in.

    “Alright. So the plan for today is for Yukino-chan and myself to infiltrate this 'Yuroto Sanosuke Fan Club' and find out whats going on there. Oh and on another note,” she started. Her hands slipped into her black school bag. Pulling out 4 boxes. She handed them out to all of use. The boxes themselves were color coded based on our individual elements. She smiled at us all.

    “Open them,” she said excited. I opened my crimson dyed box and peered inside. To my delight it was a Cell Phone. An American model called an “EnV 3”. Strange name for a phone. Yukino-san's was a phone called a “Juke”. While Marco-kun's was a “Droid”. Americans name their phones so strangely.

    “This way we'll all be in contact with each other. My father is supporting us the best he can, so i hope you like them,” Kira-san said with a childish grin. I pulled my phone out of the box and examined it quickly. The phone it self was black, with silver lining. A small LCD display on the front cover and standered buttons below. I flipped it open to revial a full keyboard for Text Messaging and Web browsing. It was nice.

    “Arigato Kira-san/Mizono-san/Mizono-chan,” we all said in unison. Kira-san blushed lightly as she smiled. After a few minutes of mindless talk, Yukino-san and Kira-san took their leave. Leaving Marco-kun and myself on the roof alone. I leaned against the feinceing of the roof and looked over at him. The wind blowing my hair into my eyes.

    “So, why did you leave Osaka?” I asked bluntly. Marco-kun looked off the roof and into space.

    “My mother, asked me to. She didn't want her son to see her in such a state. She told me that I was going to become a great and noble warrior, and do my father's memory justice. Once he died, she oversaw all of my training in the ways of the sword. making sure i was ready for anything. But 3 weeks before i left home, she got sick. she had cancer. and had been fighting it for so long without me knowing it,” he confessed. My look of amazement could tell tales right now. I never knew that this kid, was going through all this. He, a 15 year old boy, found out about suck a thing.

    “She's in a hospital now. Fighting for her life. and I'm powerless to help her,” he said gritting his teeth and lowering his head. tears starting to well in his eyes. I patted his back lightly.

    “I don't know the words to comfort you my friend, but know that the 4 of us will stick together. and you'll 3 shoulders to cry on if you need em,” i said. he nodded and whipped his tears before they could fall.

    “Thanks Sano-kun,” he said lightly. I sighed a bit. We both decided to head for home. Walking through the halls of the school, i heard a camera shutter. Someone took a picture of us. I turned my head in time to see a classroom door close. I glanced at the door.

    “Hey, Marco-kun. Let's check something out really quick,” i said a bit hushed. He looked at me then at the door. He nodded as we both walked silently to the door. I slid it open as slowly as possible. I glanced in. I recoiled instantly as i looked away from the door wide eyed.

    “What? What is it?” Marco-kun asked nervously. I pointed. He looked in to see half naked pictures of myself and Him all over a chalk board. He had the same reaction i did. We looked at each other. Then came the laughter and giggles of girls from the room. They were chattering about Marco-kun and I. we both peered in again. they were having a full blown discussion about us. Likes, dislikes, everything. And looking at the pictures, some were from our training sessions. How the hell did they get those?

    “So will out founding members please step forth for giving us such wonderful new pics of our favorite men!” one of the girls called. I kinda expected the following to happen. Kira-san and Yukino-san walked to the front proudly as they were greeted with cheers and applause.

    “They sold us out,” Marco-kun said softly.

    “Tell me about it,” i retorted.

    “Hold still,” I heard a female voice say from behind me. Instantly blindfolds were placed over our eyes and gags in our mouths. It was so fast and sudden. I felt myself getting dizzy. A cold rag up to my nose. Ether. My muffled words got slurred as i passed out from the fumes.

    “We have quite the catch,” i heard as i regained consciousness. The blindfold was off but the gag in my mouth remained. My hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. my eyes clearly glazed over but slowly regaining some manner of light to them. I looked around to see Marco-kun the same way. his normally gelled and spiked hair slicked back and tied in a ponytail as well. I looked to see lots of girls surrounding us. all of them blushing with huge smiles. Girls I only knew in passing, except one. Sakura-imoto, who was hiding sheepishly behind another girl. I felt a cold breeze over my chest. I looked down to see my jacket and shirt were both gone. and being worn by two of the crazy fan girls. Marco-kun was the same way. I looked up at them and spat out most of the gag.

    “Mind tellin' me what's going on here?” i asked sternly. The only response i got were shrills from over excited fan girls.

    “HE SPOKE TO US!!!!” they all shouted. This was gonna go nowhere fast.

    “Settle down girls, “Kira-san's voice echoed through out the room. Her and Yukino-san walked into my range of sight.

    “You guys want to explain this one?” I asked a little irritated. Kira-san looked away slightly.

    “It was an idea we hatched after some of the pics we took of the two of you got leaked out in the changing room. To be honest, it was an accident,” Yukino-san chimed in. I lowered my head slightly.

    “I see,” i said looking down.

    “At least they didn't see those pictures,” Kira-san said. One of the girls had been riffling through her bag pulling out a yellow colored envelope.

    “You mean these?” she asked. the envelope was upside down as pictures slipped from it. My eyes grew wide. The pictures were Marco-kun and I, in our true forms. We had agreed that we wouldn't keep them from everyone anymore. So in order to keep my form fresh, i dis-spell every once in a while at home. And Marco-kun usually goes into his wolf form when he gets home. My face grew pale as the girls started picking the pictures up and gawk at them.

    “Are these cosplays? They are so good!” they shouted. “We didn't know you cosplay Sano-chan!”

    “Wait a second. What the hell is this?” One of them shouted. Everyone gathered around her to look at the picture. It was me, fresh from the bath, a towel wrapped around my waist. My wings wrapped around my body as they were drying and my tail shaking lightly. My fox ears flicking slightly.

    “Oh my god. Those wings and tail, are real,” she said lightly. They then looked up at Marco-kun and I.

    “These two, are real life demons,” a girl said. What i thought would come next were leers. But I was surprised at the shrills of 30 or so fan girls. I looked up to see them all, not care about the fact that we were demons, but they were delighted.

    “So do we now know a secret about Sano-chan and Marco-chan. COOL!!!!” they shouted. I sighed a bit. My eyes shifting to Kira-san and Yukino-san. Kira-san looked at me in apology. I smiled lightly. the corners of my lips lightly turning upward. I accepted her apology. Though just as i smiled i was crowded by all the fan girls. they all stared wide eyed at me as my smile turned to a embarrassed flush. They all squealed and took pictures of me.

    “His smile is sooooo dreamy,” they said and shouted. I sighed and tried to act cool, but i couldn't keep myself from blushing at what they said and did. I guess this can be ok. Maybe