314Revised chapter. I changed some of the formatting, wording, and added some more material to this chapter. It gives a bit more of a background story to my character. My writing has changed a lot, and I hope you guys are patient as I sort of bounce back and forth between revising and uploading over time.
Yay! First chapter! My first time writing, so reviews and critiques are appreciated. FYI, I probably won't update often, as I do have a life. I don't really write often, and thought I would post this for fun.
Inspired by 1337box's story: One Piece: Magician on Board
Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than Yukio.
Warning- Depictions of bullying.
"Man, another boring day at school." I thought, staring mindlessly out the window.
School nowadays just seemed so dull, I always felt restricted and interested in absolutely nothing.
I sighed as I thought about the latest chapter of One Piece I read and wondered how life as a pirate would be. Yes, I know it seems cliché, but risking your life every single day for an adventure at sea is way better compared to living in safety without freedom. As I was absorbed in my thoughts I didn't notice the figure hovering behind me until a hard smack to my head snapped me out of my musings.
"Yukio! Pay attention in class!" yelled the annoying teacher.
Snickers could be heard throughout the classroom accompanied by the usual ridicules.
"What an airhead."
"She's such a loser."
"I bet you she's actually a boy dressed as a girl."
"I dare you to check."
"Ew, no way man, I'm not going near that freak."
I ignored their insults, and pretended to pay attention to the lecture, drowning out the teacher's babbling by thinking of lyrics to various songs.
My name is Yukio, and I am 16 years old. I have short black hair and dark brown eyes. As you might have guessed, I am pretty much a tomboy. It's not like I act that way on purpose, but if you've lived in a house with 3 martial art obsessed older brothers, you learn to fend for yourself. Thanks to genetics, I was born with a high level of endurance and "boyish" features from my father's side. I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.
Since I started learning martial arts at the age of 5 from my father, and after, my brothers, I have been stuck with it for my whole life. I basically adapted my own style of fighting using kicks, finding it less damaging since I lack strong upper body strength. All the leg training has led to me having an above average speed.
I mainly wear t-shirts and baggy pants, for comfort and also because they are easier to fight in. I've had one or two run-ins with some bullies when I was a kid, but my brothers always handled it even though I could have done it on my own. By the time I was 13, everyone back in Japan knew not to mess with me. At school, I hid under baseball caps and overly large sweaters that literally swallowed me whole. Best way to get by is to make yourself as small as possible.
If only my life was as exciting as an anime. The impossible could happen. I could have magic like Fairy Tail mages, or devil fruit powers from One Piece. Unfortunately, the dullness of reality is harsh.
The bell rang for lunch and I shuffled my way outside. Being the new kid in an American high school was really tough. Everyone in your grade knew each other, and left you no space to fit in as a new kid. I sat at an empty table and took out my bento.
"Hey freak, your momma pack your lunch for you?" Teased a widely built boy. He wore one of those leather sports jackets which probably meant he was popular or something. He was accompanied by two other sportsmen.
"No." I mumbled, keeping my head low. I couldn't get into a fight in this school or else I would get kicked out. My brothers would have to go through the trouble to enroll me in another place. Since it was so late in the school year, it would be twice as difficult.
"No? Oh, so I'm guessing you made it. Girls do that kind of thing don't they? I mean, you ARE a girl though, right?" He reached out and tried to grab the collar of my shirt.
I quickly slapped his hand away, flinching away as if I were burned once I realized what I just did.
"You punk!" The guy hissed reaching out again in an attempt to grab my shirt.
I jumped back and put my arms in a defensive stance, although I made myself as small as possible.
Signaling his two goons, they surrounded me with my back facing a wall.
This was getting really old really fast. I took off my sweater and baseball cap, freeing up my mobility. A crowd had started to gather around us, and I wondered where the staff was.
"Probably too scared to interfere. I think this guy is the principal's son if I remember right," I thought.
One of the lackeys rushed at me with his fist pulled back. With a side-step, I slipped around him and tripped his legs, using his own momentum to send him face planting into the pavement. He clenched his bleeding nose and scrambled back against the wall.
The other two had shocked expressions before they returned to their fiery rage. Both swarmed me, one on each side.
I dodged punches, directing some to hit their own ally while others were used to throw their balance off. The crowd was cheering, their morbid sense of entertainment that came from others causing pain being fed.
"They want something to cheer for, I'll give them something fun." I smirked.
I dropped down low just as I threw the second lackey's balance off, swinging my leg across and sending him sprawled on his back. With my back facing the main bully, I performed a backflip kick maneuver that barely grazed his nose. With a final kick that stopped centimeters away from his face, he fell back in fear before scrambling away.
The crowd cheered and whispered:
"Woah, did you see that kick?"
"He barely even touched them."
"Isn't that that weird tomboy girl?"
"No way! That is totally a guy! And did you see those moves? That's totally hot!"
I walked back to my lunch and sat down to eat, ignoring the stares and glances.
Just as I was about to take a bite, the bell for class rang.
"Great..." I mumbled sarcastically.
