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A Tekken Story: Through the Years - Volume I	By : DarkRomancer Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If you steal, be prepared to suffer. I am also making no profit from this story what so ever.

Chapter List
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- 14
- 15
Chapter Summary: Akira returns to school after a week absence and
newly dyed hair only to end up in a spot of bother�
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If
you steal, be prepared to suffer.
Chapter Warnings:
A little bit of swearing (do those words
count?)
Notes: Yay, this chapter�s longer than the previous one! I
really liked writing this chapter � you start to see the �evil side� of Akira!
It gets better in the next chapter (hopefully). Can�t believe I managed to
write this chapter in a whole day!
Extra Notes: I�ve finished playing Street Fighter X Tekken � I totally
loved it but I totally suck at it. I could only rely on button smashing
(something I haven�t since starting Tekken!) but I guess it�s my own fault, I�ve
never played Street Fighter before (but I knew about it!).

Chapter 15 � Rebel will be up soon!
A Tekken Story: Through the Years

We frail humans are at one time capable
of the greatest good and, at the same time, capable of the greatest evil.
Change will only come about when each of us takes up daily struggles ourselves
to be more forgiving, compassionate, loving, and above all joyful in the
knowledge that, by some miracle of grace, we can change as those around us can
change too
Mairead Maguire

Chapter 14 � The Darker Side
Sakura scrunched up her nose in
slight distaste when I walked in to our kumi the week
following,� You dyed your hair?�
I tucked a gleaming raven-black
lock behind my ear as I lowered myself into my seat,� Y-Yeah�I wanted a change,�
�Your eyebrows look weird now.
They don�t match,� she narrowed her eyes and tapped the space behind her
eyebrows.
I shrugged, pulling out my
notebook,� Oh, well. It�s only temporary,�
�How
temporary?� Satomi asked, twirling her hair
ribbon around her index finger.
�Between twenty to thirty washes,�
�Y�know, if you wanted to dye
your hair properly, you could have asked me,� Sakura snipped up.
Hypocrite!
�Nah, it was OK. It was kinda a �spar
of the moment� kind of thing,�
Shin poked the back of my head
with the butt of his pencil,� I think it looks nice,�
�Thanks,�
Ichigo smiled and nodded in
agreement.
At least I could count on some of my friends.
I had Art first with Ichigo and
Sakura who, luckily, had dropped the subject of my hair and was asking me about
my work instead (I had done some catch-up work during the week I was absent).
�So, have you come up with any
good ideas?�
�A-Ah, I guess,� I still felt
touchy about creating art pieces for a unit entitled �Childhood�, but no-one
knew (apart from Jin and Shin),� I managed to produce a few large pieces�it�s
just the research I�m stuck on,�
�Huh? How can you be stuck on a
unit like this? I remember my childhood so well!�
��not everyone had a happy childhood
like you, princess,�
�Hm? Did you say something?�
I shared a secret smile with
Ichigo as we gathered our work from our folders,� No, nothing at all.
Ichigo-kun, how are you doing?�
His smile dropped a little,� I�m
not doing too well either,�
�Hmm, something wrong is definitely
going on here,� Sakura mused,� Normally I�m the one who�s struggling,
not you two,�
�I guess things change sometimes,
Sakura,�
Everything changes�
�Ah, Oshimaki-san, I�m glad to
see you�re back,� Mrs. Maeda said as she entered the
classroom, dumping a box full of art materials on the empty table beside us,�
Did you do any work while you were away?�
�Yes, Sensei,�
�Great! Can you show me?�
�S-Sure, Sensei,�
I unloaded the contents of my art
folder on the empty table, spreading my work across it so it filled up all the
space. Sensei inspected very piece of art had done last week by walking around
the table, occasionally emitting a small �mm� (in total, about five pieces),
examining them up close while flat on the table, holding them up against the
light, slipping her glasses off her nose and contemplating. When she was
finished, she looked me square in the eyes but her expression didn�t read as delight.
�Oshimaki-san, may I have a word
with you outside?�
�Yes, Sensei,�
This is bad!
She frowned in distress when we
stepped out of the classroom.
�Oshimaki-san�,� she sighed and
pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head,� Oshimaki-san, I�m very
concerned about you right now. Ever since we started this unit a few weeks, I
feel like you haven�t been applying yourself as much as you can�,�
Really?
��I mean, you seem like you don�t
want to be here anymore�,�
What?
��and you�ve been absent so much
now, on and off�,�
You�
��I understand that your father
just died�,�
�could never�
�But, you have to understand
Oshimaki-san, that your grades is what is important right now�,�
�you could never�
��the work I just saw now was appalling�,�
�you could never understand�
��I�m sure your father wouldn�t
want this for you,�
You could never understand how I feel!
�Don�t speak like you know my
father!� I raged, all the anger I had been experiencing mingling together and
surging to the surface.
�Oshimaki-san�,� Mrs. Maeda whispered, astounded by my shocking behaviour.
�How dare you! Don�t speak as if
you knew how my father thought or felt! You don�t even know him!� My arms began
to tremble and my knuckles turned white from clamping them into fists,� I
worked my ass off last week for those pieces of work, and you can�t even
acknowledge that! Well, it�s not my fault that you picked a practically
impossible unit for me to work on! But no, because you�re the teacher, you
think you know everything, so you don�t even consider me!�
I was breathless after my rant,
the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, my veins stirring under my
hardened muscles. Mrs. Maeda just stared at me, her
eyes broadened, her jaw hanging open, her arms folded across her chest.
When the heat that had enflamed
by body vanished, I turned back into the classroom, collected my bag and art
folder, and on the way back out of the classroom, I dumped my art folder in the
bin, drove past Sensei and didn�t look back.
Not wanting to return back to
school, or go home and explain to Mom why I wasn�t at school, I ventured into
town again.
What the hell?! I couldn�t believe that witch! I worked
really hard to complete those pieces, despite the fact that I suffer from
amnesia! That�s the praise I get! Like hell I�m going back to that dump! I can�t
really go home either�Mom will beat my ass for sure. Tch�
As I kicked a loosened stone
along the pavement, watching it bounce into the nearby hedge, an idea clicked
into my head.
Mom wasn�t expecting me home until late because I had an
extra Science tutoring lesson with Mrs. Seki�but I
don�t fancy going there now�
�So why don�t I use the money Mom gave me and skip class for
the rest of the day?
�Oi,
school-girl!� a gruff voice shouted on the side of the road.
Startled, I glanced to the side
to see a group of teenagers, two boys and two girls. The leader (I guessed
because he was grinning a toothy smirk my way, his
hands placed on his hips cockily) whistled as I met his eyes. He was tall and
skinny with short brown hair with a neon-blue hair stripe and patch of hair on
his chin, dressed in a camouflage-green vest and unbuttoned t-shirt, brown
khakis and black, thick boots. The boy on his left was a skinhead, garbed in a
black t-shirt with patterned sleeves, black jeans with a silver-studded belt
and worn-out trainers. The girl furthest away from them had black hair, layered
and razor-sharp, thick eyeliner painted on her lids, outfitted in a printed
tee, a leather jacket, a black mini-skirt and tights and a pair of balck Converse with red laces, decked with chains and key
rings. The other girl had bright flame-orange hair that dangled past her
shoulders, clad in black, crippled, lace dress with a red rose bud pinned to
the strap, black-and-red striped fingerless gloves and buckled platform boots.
Punks.
�Wanna hang out with us?� The leader
asked, his arms spread out in display, his teeth still
bared. The orange-haired girl giggled, chewing on her nail-polished finger, all
eyes glued on me.
�Sorry, I�m busy!� I shouted
back, an edge in my voice to get them to back the hell off,�
I�ve got my mother�s money to spend!�
Sure, I could use a shopping spree to cheer me up, I grinned and marched away.

�I�m home!� I called as I retrieved
my key from the lock, my shopping bags slung over my shoulder.
After I glided my feet out my
shoes (I didn�t bother to put them away properly), I turned to walk out of the
genkan to see Mom standing there, her arms crossed, her foot tapping
impatiently, her face meaning business.
She�s serious.
�Where the hell were you?!� she
exploded,� I got a call from your Art teacher, telling me that you shouted at
her, threw you work in the bin and stormed out of her class! Then I get a call
from your homeroom teacher, telling me you didn�t turn for afternoon
registration! Then I get a call from your Science tutor, asking me if you were
planning on attending her lesson!�
I licked the roof my mouth but
kept my eyes connected to hers,� It wasn�t my fault,�
�Oh? Whose fault was it then?�
�That
so-called Art teacher. She pissed
me off with this stupid lecture about how I wasn�t applying myself anymore-,�
�She was concerned about you, not
intent on giving you a lecture!� she exhaled and pushed her hair away from her
eyes,� To be honest, she has a good point. I�m concerned about you too, Akira,
ever since-,�
My expression toughened, so I
stepped past her,� I don�t have time for this,�
�Akira, listen to me!� her hand
shot out and grasped my wrist, causing me to drop my shopping bags on the floor.
Mom stopped short,� W-What are these?�
I quirked an eyebrow as she drew out
a yellow hoodie,� Those are clothes,�
�I can see that,� she rummaged through
the rest of bags,� You went on a shopping trip and skipped your classes,�
I nodded,�
Yeah. Oh, I used your money, if that�s
OK. Wait a sec,� I fumbled around purse and handed my flabbergasted mother a
small number of coins and notes,� Here�s your change,�
Without another exchange, I
picked my bags back up and headed up stairs to room. To my
sanctuary.
�You�re in trouble, onee-chan,� Hana piped up, shielded by her half-open
bedroom door.
�Shut up, brat,� I hissed back at
her as I closed my door.
The tears that began swimming in
my little sister�s eyes didn�t even make me feel guilty.
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