The Silver Dragon

Chapter 1

[[My first try at making a romance story!! Well, it doesn't look like that now but... enjoy!]]

Fujima Yui. People from inside the school know that woman’s name as if their life depended on that knowledge. They all feared her. They revered her nastiness and it’s a good thing to do since she’s prideful.

She is a bully, a mean woman with a tongue as sharp as a sword and as strong as an elephant with the temper of a raging lion.

Most people who don’t know the terror of class 2-C would think that she’s cute. True, considering her paramount beauty and seemingly innocent face. No one can really complain looking at a lady with fair skin, chest length silver hair, and an almost perfect body (if her chest size was considered, because it is pretty small). She's pretty smart too. Even if she lashes out on teachers, scaring them to near death, she would get really good scores and if attitude wasn't a part of the grade scheme, she'd probably be No. 1. I guess that's what kinda sets her off apart from the normal delinquent.

But underneath that beautiful and almost perfect exterior lies the scariest and most powerful student to walk the halls of Sankuro High, known to everyone as the Silver Dragon.

Yui would charge at anyone at any time, no exceptions. What’s worse is that she has arranged a posse of other no-good girls from our classroom who don’t really look as nice as her but are probably less harsh. They’re named as Ojikasa Kaoru, Shiki Maya and Niichi Ayame. Yui led them to bullying all the people in school and sometimes, outside it as well. Not even street rats nor deliquents from other schools could top her. Rumors even spread that she was able to defeat a biker gang all by herself... though I'm pretty sure that was just a rumor.

Hell, even I wasn’t exempted from her reign of terror...

I mean, there was no way I could escape from her… I was her seatmate after all. At least she didn’t hurt me all that much, aside from little punches on my arm… who am I kidding it hurt like hell.

She also called me names… a lot of them. Four-eyes was the most used because I’m the only one in class with glasses. There was also shithead maybe because I have brown hair..? Not sure though. Stupid was used too, sissy… the works. Other than that, I didn’t get much of anything.

And that’s her being nice, there were more people who got things much worse than me.

No one could fight against her, those who did have the courage to fight her before are now just tiny ants that revere the Silver Dragon. Man or woman, they just let her terror spread throughout all of Sankuro High School.

…So then… who is this shy girl in front of everyone now..?

“Um… it’s nice to meet everyone. My name’s F-Fujima Yui…” she slowly muttered, her eyes downcast to her feet, not even having the courage to look at us.

I… no, everyone in the classroom was speechless. Who in the world was that girl? Why was she acting like that? It didn’t make any sense!

Before all this, she was absent for a week. It was on the news that her car crashed on her way home, it also said that she was probably gonna skip school for a very long time, maybe a month or two according to the rumors.

Truth be told that gave me a sigh of relief… we weren’t going to deal with the Dragon for a while and if she went over a month, it meant I wouldn’t be seeing at school anymore. But now… just after a week… she’s back.

Everyone's blood ran cold when they heard she was coming back, even I was a bit scared, because I felt happy when I heard she was in an accident... I thought she would be able to sense that and beat the living tar out of me... but then... what's going on here?

The teacher released a fake cough, moving everyone’s attention to him and away from the timid girl who called herself by the Silver Dragon’s name.

“All of you must be in a state of shock,” the old man said.

State of shock?! That’s lower than an understatement! That’s an under-under-understatement to what everyone’s feeling. We’re all surprised! What the hell happened the past week?

“But she really is Fujima-san,” he continued. “The principal relayed to me that she was in an accident two weeks ago. Apparently Fujima-san is now suffering amnesia and cannot remember the past events she had from this school.”

So that’s it, eh? She can’t remember the horrible things she’s done in and out of this school. I have to admit, that’s kinda surprising. But it is weird… just because she can’t remember anything she’s acting like a reclusive, shy-kind of person. Maybe I’m overthinking it…

The teacher pointed to me, making everyone look at me too.

“You’re seated over there Fujima. Next to, let’s see… Ichinomiya Kiyoshi, yes…” the teacher said, looking at a paper taped to the small table in front of the board.

The girl timidly nodded and slowly walked towards me. Everybody’s eyes were following every footstep, every movement she made as she walked across the aisle. I felt a bit bad for her, but everyone was shaken, no one can really blame them.

When she reached her seat, everybody moved their gaze away… although there were still some glancing at her a bit. My eyes unconsciously moved to her direction, and as I thought she was just staring at her desk.

Her hands were pretty fidgety too. I could tell she was uncomfortable, probably because she’s seated next to a guy.

If this was the old her, she would hit my arm and probably say something like, "The hell you looking at four-eyes?" in the most terrifying voice a girl her size can do.

Geez, she’s the complete opposite of that Yui… can she really be the same person?

“Let’s see now, who was the class rep again… Hasegawa Sakura. Where’s Hasegawa?” the teacher voiced out.

The whole class’s murmurs went silent when he asked. “Well..? Where is she?” he asked yet again, only to be met by our silence. Come to think of it, Sakura-san hasn’t been in class for two days already… wonder what happened.

“She’s not around today sir…” I replied to him, I was pretty sure no one was going to answer the poor old man, might as well be me.

The teacher sharpened his gaze towards me and cleared his throat.

“Well then Ichinomiya-san, since you’re her seatmate and you were the only one brave enough to answer me… for this week, you’ll be in charge of showing Fujima-san around school. Am I understood?” he stated clearly.

“Y-yes sir,” I stuttered in reply.

“Now that it’s settled, let’s continue with class shall we?”

W-w-what?! No! Why me? All I did was answer your stupid question! You can’t do this to me! This isn’t fair! Teacher..! I wanted to say that so much… but if I did, I’m pretty sure I’d hurt Yui’s feelings. As much as I don’t like her, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep at night if I made a girl cry. I feel as if he just gave the damn job to me because he doesn't want to do it... now I feel even more sorry for her.

I looked at her and she seemed to be glancing at me as well, as soon as our eyes met she smiled. Come to think of it, that was the first time I’ve ever seen her smile genuinely, in a cute sort of manner… and not looking like an unstable maniac.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ichinomiya-san…” she said to me in a really sweet voice, she sounded really shy too.

Aw man, how the hell am I supposed to say no to that? How should I act around her now? It’s not like I can forget all the things she did just like that! I’m yelling inside my brain, cussing every goddamn curse word I know… but I still managed to reply to her without screaming.

“Yeah… you too Fujima-san…”

Damn it all… I can already tell my high school life is going to be hell…