Author's notes 'n' stuff:  Okay, this isn't quite what I wanted to send, but 
it's been ten days since I sent the teaser, and I figured I owed those few 
who's written back about it something.  ^-^
  Sorry it took so long, but as it was the 'teaser' was all I had written 
one this one just yet 6^-^...  I hope to post a little more regularily from 
now on, but I make no promises life won't let me keep.
  Again, C&C are welcome! ^-^

  For those of you who missed the teaser:
  Author's note: This is an original work.  All characters contained within 
are the property, and product of the author.  The author *would*, however, 
like to note influence from the following sources:
  >the voices in my head
  >White Wolf Games (specifically Demon Hunter X, and Werewolf: The
Apocolypse... the demon hunter character, and Boundry concept are loosely 
based on characters and concepts from those worthy games)
  >Buffy the Vampire Slayer -a shoujo style show if I ever saw one
  >and various anime, and manga, with out whose influence, I'd have no idea 
how to write this.  ^-^
  Lastly, the following story contains violent action sequences, and adult 
language, and situations, and may not not be suitable for some readers.  
Reader discretion is advised.

  Tokyo - 2 Months Later

  "Welcome to Sukyandaru High, Gojira-san."
  "Thank you, sir," Toshiro replied, managing a weak smile.  A new school.  
Oh joy.
  "You'll be in homeroom E-6," the principal, a balding man in his late 
forties continued, holding out an offical looking peice of paper.  "It's 
over in the east wing-"
  "Excuse me, Mr. Seikuo?"  A woman's head popped around the door, her 
glasses sliding down a narrow nose.  "Ifukube-kun is here to see you."
  "Ifukube?  Perfect, he's in E-6, isn't he?"  The secretary nodded.  "Show 
him in then."
  The secretary's head disappeared, then the door opened fully, and a young 
boy walked in.  He was tall, and almost skeletally thin, with a sharp, 
angular face that was softened by the crooked smile it sported.  Dark eyes 
peered out from under feathery brows, and an unruly mop of near-buzz cut 
short hair.
  "I've got the class reports from Harrison-sempai, sir," the stranger said, 
handing a small envelope to the principal.  He paused to glance at Toshiro 
curiously.
  "Hi," he said cheerfully.
  "Konnichi wa," Toshiro replied, feeling uncomfortable under the new boy's 
gaze.  He wasn't positive, but he didn't think he'd seen him blink once 
since he'd entered the room.
  "Domo, Ifukube-san," the principal said, taking the envelope.  "This is 
Gojira Toshiro, a new student.  He'll be in your homeroom, so could you help 
him get there, maybe show him around a bit?"
  "Hai sempai," the stranger, Ifukube, said, smiling, and bowing slightly 
from the waist.  "It would be my pleasure to-"
  "Enough, Ifukube.  Just give him the tour.  That's all."
  "Hai, Sempai."  Toshiro followed the smiling stranger out into the main 
hallway, and sighed, although in relief or sadness he wasn't entirly sure.
  "Well, did you get the whole speech?"
  "N?"  Toshiro snapped his attention back to his new "guide."  The tall boy 
was watching him with an intense interest that was unnerving at best, down 
right creepy at worst.  Seeming to sense this, he looked away, and blushed 
slightly.
  "Sorry... didn't mean to stare," He mumbled, looking sheepish, "I forget 
how much that bother's people.  Bad habit I picked up from my family I 
suppose."
  "It's alright, I suppose," Toshiro replied carefully.  There was something 
about this Ifukube... he couldn't put his finger on it, but he somehow 
seemed... well, harmless.  Now he found himself staring, and coughed, 
looking away quickly.  "Um... I guess you don't get many new student's here, 
ne?"
  Ifukube looked surprised.  "Are you kidding?  The 'Dump?'  We get a new 
shipment every other week.  Usually to replace all the ones who left the 
week before."
  "The 'dump?'"
  "Ah, it's what most of the students at the other schools call this place.  
C'mon, I'll show you to the class room."  He started to walk down the hall 
as a quick pace, and Toshiro had to run to catch up.
  "Why do they call it that?" Toshiro asked, shifting his bookbag on his 
shoulders.  He wasn't short, but Ifukube's legs were at least a quarter-more 
longer than his.  He was practically jogging just to keep up.
  "Because that's what it is," the tall boy replied drily.  "A dump for all 
the 'problem' students... y'know, the one's the other schools don't want."  
He paused, turning to peer at Toshiro again.  "So what's your crime?"
  "Pardon?"
  "Your crime," Ifukube repeated.  "No on get's in here with out having done 
something.  What'd ya do?"
  "Nothing special," Toshiro mumbled, not meeting the other boy's gaze.
  "C'mon... you must have done... wait, your name's Gojira?  Gojira 
Toshiro?"
  "Hai..."
  "*The* Gojira Toshiro?  The 'Jawbreaker?'"
  Toshrio groaned internally.  He'd hoped that that had been behind him.  
No, it seemed his grandfather had been right.  Just when you think your past 
is behind you... it bites you in the-
  "Ma-!  It's a pleasure to meetcha!" Ifukube paused, stopping long enough 
to grab Toshiro's hand and pump it a few times.  "You've got quite the 
reputation, Gojira-san.  Is it true you broke a kids jaw at your old 
school?"
  "Hai."
  "Honto?  I thought you'd be bigger."
  "Pardon?"
  "I thought you'd be bigger.  I mean you broke his jaw in two
places-"
  "Uh... three, actually..."  Ifukube's eyes widened, and he busrt into a 
new stream of speech that was like an assualting wall.  Toshiro wasn't sure 
the other boy even paused to breath, nevermind let him answer.  Finally, he 
just started nodding, and smiling weakly, while the tall boy chatted them 
through a twisting path untill he came to a door with a sign reading E-6 
over it.
  "-and here we are.  Homeroom E-6, junior class.  There shouldn't be anyone 
else here just now, but people shoudl start trickling in-"
  "Do you breath?" Toshiro asked, some what exasperated.  "Ever?"
  Ifukube blinked.  "N?"  Then he chuckled.  "Gomen... I do tend to ramble 
on, don't I?  Another bad habit I picked up from my family."
  "Did you manage to pick up any good habits, Ifukube-san?" Toshrio asked, 
finding he was smiling despite himself.
  "A few," Ifukube replied, inclining his head, "But they're mostly buried 
under the bad ones."  He grinned, and Toshiro found himself returning the 
gesture.  "Oh, and my name's Matsuo.  At least, that's what my friends call 
me.  All two of them."
  "Ohayo, Matsuo-kun!" a female voice said behind them.
  "Speak of the devil..."  Matsuo waved, and Toshrio turned to see two girls 
approaching.  Both were about the same height, with dark hair.  One was 
waving back, smiling, her companion smiling slightly, and nodding her head.
  The waving girl's hair was cut just shor of her chin, and sported a bright 
red bow on the left side.  As she got closer, Toshiro could see she had dark 
green eyes, the color of sea water, and a slightly puged nose, that fit the 
round angles of her face.
  Her companion had a narrow face, and her hair hung down past her 
shoulders, hiding most of the left side of her face, and neck.  His 
attention though was drawn to her eyes, which were a startling violet color. 
  She looked away quickly when their eyes met, and she seemed to tense a 
bit, holding her books tighter to her chest.
  "Ohayo Yanagi-chan, Atsuko-chan," Matsuo greeted them as they approached.  
"To-kun, I'd like you to meet Nakajima Yanagi-chan, and Kurokawa 
Atsuko-chan.  Ladies, I'd like you to meet Gojira Toshiro-kun... the 
'Jawbreaker'."
  The girl with the short hair, Yanagi, blinked, and her eyes widened.
  "You're the 'Jawbreaker?'"
  "Um... hai..." Toshiro stared helplessly at his feet.  Had everyone heard 
about that?
  "I thought he'd be bigger," Yanagi commented to Matsuo, who shrugged.
  "Me too..."
  An all too familiar heat burned in Matsuo's ears, telling him he was 
probably the color of a tomato at this point.
  "Cut it out you guys," a soft female voice chided.  He looked up to see 
the violet eyes of the other girl... What was her name...?  Atsuko?  She was 
looking at him, but turned away as soon as his eyes met hers, and all he 
could see was her hair.  The brief glimpse he *had* see, however, was enough 
to make him want to see more.
  "Classes will be starting soon.  We should get to our seats."
  Toshiro checked his watch.  8:20.
  As if on cue, the hallway started to echo with voices, as more, and more 
students started filling it.  Happy chatter merged with groans, and 
complaints, as Matsuo led the four of them into the classroom.  More 
students trailed in after them, several of them glancing curiously at the 
'new guy.'  With a sigh, Toshiro edged through the crowd, wishing he had 
time to get one of the school's uniforms -a dark navy- instead of the 
charcoal grey of his old school.  It made him stick out more then was 
comfortable.
  He managed to get a seat next to Matsuo, and the other girl, Yanagi, was 
behind him.  Atsuko was seated behind her, though, so he couldn't see her 
very clearly.  He sighed, and shrugged out of the shoulder straps of his 
book-bag.
  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad a school after all.  He found his mind 
drifting to Matsuo's easy smile, the warm greeting -if somewhat overly 
perky- of Yanagi's... but mostly to the strange violet eyes of Atsuko.
  Not a bad school after all...

  "Welcome to Tokyo," the stewardess said brightly, smiling pleasantly.  "I 
hope you enjoyed your flight."
  The tall, chinese man smiled, and nodded.  "I've traveled worse ways."  He 
reached into the overhead compartment, and pulled out a duffel bag, and a 
large case.  "You certainly made it a more pleasant experience," he added, 
still smiling.
  The stewardess smiled back reflexively, while internaly groaning.  Like 
she hadn't heard *that* one before.  Still, at least he was cute...
  The flight from Hong Kong had been long, with a layover in Okinawa, that 
had been delayed.  She'd been on her feet almost steady since then, and all 
she wanted right now was to get home, and have a hot shower.
  "Actually, I'm new in town..." the stranger said, his japanese only 
slightly accented, "Could you direct me to a good hotel?"  His eyes met 
hers, and she suddenly felt her pulse quicken.  They were a dark, jade 
green, with flecks of golden yellow.  She'd never seen eyes like his before. 
  They seemed to go on forever, like deep pools, and she was falling into 
them...
  "Miss?"
  Startled, she shook her head.  What was wrong with her?  Staring at a 
passenger like that was likely to get her disciplined, if not fired.  
Fortunately, he'd looked away, his strange eyes moving out of view.  She 
felt a faint pang of disappointment, then composed herself.
  "Uh... yes.  There's..." and she rattled off a well practiced speech, that 
she'd given a hundred times.  The stranger's eyes never met hers again, and 
she was glad, but still a little disappointed.  After all, he *was* cute.  
Maybe a little short, but he was built like a dancer, slender, almost 
willowy.  He moved like a dancer too, each motion so graceful, it was if it 
was planned out, and practiced a thousand times.  And those eyes...
  She caught herself trying to catch a glimpse of them again, but he'd 
slipped on a pair of dark glasses, hiding them, and she had to reress an 
urge to pout.
  "Thank you, very much," he said, and smiled in a way that made her body 
shiver.  Then he was gone, msxing with the last of the crowd of passengers 
getting off the train.  She waited until the last of them were gone, 
answering the few questions that popped up as quickly, and pleasantly as 
possible.
  As soon as the last person was gone, she sighed, and leaned back against 
the nearest chair.  The patches of memory that held the images of the 
stranger floated freely in her mind, and she shivered again.
  "Akiko?"
  "N?"  Akiko looked up to see one of her co-workers staring at her with 
concern.
  "Are you okay?"
  Akiko smiled, slightly.  "Oh, hai, I'm okay.  It's just this guy who just 
left... maaa... you should have seen him..."
  "I wish I had... you look ready to sleep with that chair," the other woman 
said, smiling mischieviously.
  "Eichi," Akiko snapped back, frowning, then shaking her head.  "Let's go."
  Just outside the plane, the stranger looked up, and smiled.  He had his 
hooks in her now... too bad there wasn't time to do anything about it.  
She'd been cute.  Ah well... maybe later.
  For now, there was work to do.  The sooner done, the better...


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